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White Wife Cheating With 5 BBC in Motel !
(Nancy Moist)

It's almost 11 at night and my wife isn't home.  Why doesn't that surprise me?

Being the chief law enforcement officer for the state is a job that carries great responsibility as well as stress.  The least that my wife could do is welcome me home when I stay late at the bureau working on criminal matters.

I sighed as I tossed the cashmere overcoat that Lilly; my beautiful wife got me for my birthday last month.  If she had used her money instead of mine, I would appreciate it more.

That's the problem.  Lilly's selfish attitude toward me and my interests.  As long as I fork over the money, she's happy and willing to give me my weekly blow job and lick my balls.

What did I expect?  I'm 59 years old and Lilly's only 25.  I should have listened to my family and friends when they warned me that she was only after one thing.  My money.

I poured myself a drink and was about to check my emails when my cell phone buzzed.  I checked and saw that it was Dwayne, my assistant and the only African American lawyer in the Bureau of Yale Law School.

"Hi, Dwayne, what's wrong?"

"Director Goldberg, I'm sorry to call you so late but there's something that's just come up and I really need to touch bases on it with you."

"Jury tampering?"

Dwayne lowered his voice and said, "Director, it's more of a personal matter.  I think that it would be for the best if you meet me at our drop off site."

Drop off site?  Why would Dwayne suggest we meet at a secure location where we drop off instruction to undercover agents?

"I suppose you can't tell me what this personal matter is, can you?"

"Director, all I can say is that it involves your wife."

My blood ran cold and my asshole puckered like nobody's business.  My wife?

I sighed and told him I would be there in 20 minutes.  What the fuck is going on?  Could this be the reason why my wife has been coming home late almost every night for the past month?

The Uber took about 15 minutes and Dwayne was already waiting for me.

"Let's step inside first; you need to be sitting down for this."

I followed Dwayne into the filthy Burger King that we use for our drop off.  Not just any Burger King, but the dirtiest, most appallingly immoral restaurant in the city.

Dwayne got coffee for the two of us and sat down at a corner table.  There was no one within hearing.

"Director, I was doing some casing for our investigation into the Black Pythons and, well, I'm not sure how to say it, but..."

I spoke in a loud voice, totally inappropriate and drawing attention to use from the smarmy denizens eating their fatty slop.

"Director, are you aware that your wife is a prostitute for the Black Pythons?"

I almost dropped the coffee and I felt my cheeks turn red.  My beautiful, fertile Lilly, a hooker?  No, impossible!