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Cowroker Part 3 (intr, cheating, voy)
by Zifferman (zifferman@aol.com)
(c) 1996 

**

"Uh...not yet," came my wife's hesitant reply.

"How come?  You told me you was going too!"

"I know, hon, but it's hard.  I've been with him for five years.  He's a
good man.  I have to find a way to make this easy for him."  Her voice was
quaking with emotion and I thought she was going to cry.

"Ain't no way leaving this," he reached around a stroked her enlarged
clit, "is gonna be easy!"

"Oh God!  Don't get me started again!  We have to get back to the office! 
C'mon, let's take a shower.  And behave yourself this time!  I'm starting
to loose business with these two hour  lunches'!"

Nolan started to pull his dong out of my wife's pussy.  She reached around
and put a hand on his ass to slow him down.  "Take it easy.  I'm kinda
sore," she giggled mischievously.  Nolan slowly slid his ebony tool out
and it flopped wetly on the inside of her thigh.  Then I saw that the
rubber he had so laboriously applied an hour ago was now just a little
rubber ring around the base of his cock.

"Damn it, Nolan!  You busted another rubber!  Are you trying to knock me
up?" my wife demanded as she stood, wiping her cunt with a washcloth.

"It ain't my fault," laughed Nolan.  "You act like I did it on purpose. 
And what difference does it make?  We'll be together soon, and if you have
a little sugar baby we can raise him together."

"I'll have five of your kids, stud, but you have to wait until the divorce
is final."

Divorce!  It had come to that.  My heart sank as I realized that she had
fallen in love with Nolan.  It wasn't just a physical thing, as I had
hoped.

They showered, and must have played around a bit, judging from Noreen's
naughty giggles.  Then she stripped the bed, they dressed and they were
out the door.

I waited until I heard her car engine fade in the distance.  I came out
and collapsed on the bed, sobbing.  I pulled out my hard cock and jacked
off into the washcloth she had used to wipe her snatch, my mind working
frantically, searching for a solution.  At last it came to me.

I went to the gym every day for two weeks before Nolan showed up.

"Hey, my man!  What it be like?"  he smiled.

"Long time no see, pal.  That new boss keeping you busy?"  I bit my tongue
to keep from cussing him out.

"I got such a sweet deal with that bitch.  She's gonna dump her ol' man
and live with me.  Hell, she'll probably get the house and both cars. 
I'll be set for life."

While Nolan was working out I slipped the package I had brought with me
into his gym bag.  By the time the cops I had called arrived Nolan was in
the shower.  They ordered him out at gun point and spread him flat on the
floor, his fat cock trailing down between his spread legs.

"It's right here, officer," I pointed out Nolan's gym bag.  The policeman
opened the bag and found the bindles of cocaine I had placed there.
"He offered to sell me one for twenty dollars.  Dirty drug dealer," I spat
out the words.

"What the fuck is this, Mike?  Some kinda joke?  Tell  em I never tried to
sell you any drugs.  I never even seen that stuff before!"

When the deputy district attorney interviewed me about the case the next
day I told him my prepared story, about how Nolan, whom I barely knew, was
the main dealer at the gym.  

With that much evidence and a reliable eye witness, Nolan's attorney told
him his only chance was to plead guilty and get the best deal from the DA.
I never even had to go to court.

Nolan got eight years for dealing.  The next piece of ass he gets is going
to have a set of nuts swinging beneath it.

Later, when I came home, I found Noreen crying in the living room.  She
told me it was just her time of the month and she was real emotional.  I
asked her about work, about the new guy.

"Oh, he didn't work out.  I had to let him go," she sniffled.

But Nolan got his revenge.   When the doctor handed me my new son with a
look of embarrassment on his face I saw that the boy was coffee brown with
a cock already as long as my own.

THE END

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