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Chapter 46: - Mr. Stein
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 46: - Mr. Stein - A young husband learns he has the power to grant permission, and his young wife learns how to take advantage of it.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Cuckold Sharing Wife Watching Group Sex Anal Sex Double Penetration Voyeurism Big Breasts
I climbed into the little Gulfstream private jet at Love Field with my team wanting desperately to get home. The week had been a total disaster. Charlotte wouldn’t take my calls, and I was half a country away from her. I was missing her, and I was miserable.
The Dallas team had lied about their progress and kept a load of problems hidden from me. Our client was ready to pull the plug, and I had to promise them fucking Pretty Boy of all people to come fix it. His reputation is so good in the industry apparently, just the mention of his name got them excited. They even suggested hiring him as their CIO before I reminded them of the deal they signed which prohibits them from stealing my people.
I went from being on top of the world to total shit in a matter of days. Now, I not only have to get Charlotte back, I have to get Carl back, too. This situation is going to make me do some stupid shit -- stuff I have always refused to do. Desperately stupid shit. I just wanted to lean back and listen to jazz on my EarPods for the next two and a half hours and forget the world.
As we were taking off, I got a FaceTime call from Charlotte. My heart leapt. I accepted the call and my heart fell through the bottom of the damn plane. On my little 6.7” screen in living color, was my girl getting Ben’s fucking cock stuffed down her throat. You dog-faced, small-cocked, bastard, son of a weasel and a whore. I’m going to rip your fucking heart out and feed it to pigeons at the park.
I started frantically calling Ben’s phone, but no answer. I called that dipshit Carl’s number, but no answer either. Well, someone was using Charlotte’s phone, and I was pretty sure who that fuckwad was. But he wouldn’t answer that phone either. I knew I was powerless at that moment, stuck in the air for more than two hours, unable to stop this catastrophe from happening.
“What’s the matter, boss?” said Lynn, who came over to me when she saw the anger spread across my face. Yes, I took her to Dallas with me not because I needed HR support, but because I needed something to fuck while I was dealing with this Charlotte fiasco.
“That fucking asshole, Ben!” I said. “He’s fucking my girl.”
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