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“Very reliable source.”

“Drop your source. They’re not as reliable as you think.”

“Okay, Pete. I admit, I hired the guy myself for a little landscaping in my front yard. Curb appeal, you know.”

“No, Tom. Seriously. You have the wrong guy.” Pedro slides the photo back across the table to Tom. “This guy in the photo is David Rodríguez, from the Times.”

“What the hell are you saying, Pete?”

“I’m saying, you’ve got the wrong Mexican thug. This is the guy who was just sitting in the chair you’re sitting in right now. Funniest thing, too, he’s not even Mexican. He’s Puerto Rican. From New York City. The Bronx. Doesn’t speak a word of Spanish. Works with an interpreter, can you believe that?”

Tom and Lorna Landry finally make it into the New York Times. And CNN. And a host of other international media. Just as they had dreamed. Lorna’s naked breasts even make their debut on several corners of the Internet. It is all she needs to finally cut the strings on her marriage and wander the expanse of the Rocky Mountains. A woman with her future in her own hands, and at this very moment, Lorna’s own future is situated between her legs.

An Even Swap Ain’t No Swindle

Zane

TAYE

I have never been a brother to freak out over women and be ready to fall down at their feet. On the contrary, women have always fallen down at my feet. From the day I realized that I had a larger dick than most men, I have used that to my advantage. It got me hired at many a job. I would only apply for positions with a female executive in charge. There was not a doubt in my mind that I could get them all in the sack, even the married ones. Hell, I even fucked a couple of devout lesbians. Yes, I brought them back to the dick, if only temporarily.

Then the shit went and happened. I met Alicia Coles when I was twenty-seven, got pussy whipped, and married her. Ten long years went by without me cheating or really even looking at another female in a sexual way. My wife was the shit and I knew it. Tall, with legs for days, smooth, ebony skin, perfect teeth, breasts that fit perfectly in the palms of my hands, and an ass that would make men cry. She was mine and I was proud as all hell to have her on my arm whenever we went out.

At one point, I got a bit possessive. She stopped being an animal in the bedroom and all kinds of shit started floating through my head. We had this contractor doing work in our basement at the time and I was convinced that Alicia was fucking him. We had met him when we were coming out of Home Depot one day and he handed us a flyer. I am not the type to be fixing shit around the house and was griping that day because we had to go get a new handle and lever for our master bathroom toilet. When he handed Alicia the flyer, I grabbed it, got excited, and immediately asked if he could come by and give us a quote on some drywall work we needed to have done.

I should have known something was up because he handed Alicia the flyer and not me. He was trying to mack and I never saw it coming. I called home one day and Alicia rushed me off the phone, stating that she was in the middle of making that fool a sandwich. I dropped everything that I was doing and sped home like a bat out of hell. When I got there, that maggot was sitting at the kitchen counter—on my favorite fucking barstool—and eating my bread, my ham, and my cheese. Alicia was bent over the counter in a skimpy pair of shorts and a baby-doll tee that had her nipples standing at attention. I busted in there like I was Five-O and confronted them. They both laughed in my face.

He left and it took Alicia all night to convince me that nothing was going on between them. She gave me head until I felt like I was dead. I had no idea my wife could suck a dick so damn well. Like the typical man, instead of being elated that she was going to town on me like that, I was upset and thinking that she had learned some new tricks from ole boy.

It took hiring a private investigator to follow her for two weeks before I believed that Alicia was faithful. It was around that same time that I started thinking about cheating for the first time during our marriage. My business partner, Michael, had met this chick—a Latina—at a business convention in Denver. They say it is cold in Denver but his hotel room must have been on fire because after a three-day weekend, he was so sprung that he brought her back home with him to Maryland.

Her name was Marissa and she had it going on. There was just something about her that made my dick hard every time I laid eyes on her. She was petite, no more than five feet, with small tits and a round ass. The way she dressed was erotic; the way she spoke was erotic; the way she smiled was erotic. Shit, the way she did everything was erotic.

Now Michael and I had been friends for a long time. We rose through the ranks together at an investment banking firm and t

hen ventured out on our own as partners. We had done extremely well for ourselves during the four years we had been in business. Michael changed women like he changed his drawers—until that weekend in Denver. She must have laid that pussy on him something fierce because he had sworn that hell would freeze over before he ever became serious about a woman. They had been shacking up ever since, but he was still holding out on the marriage thing. He was a child of divorce and he was determined to never do two things, get married or have kids.

Alicia and I tried to have children but she miscarried twice and we decided that the pain was not worth it. I could not stand to see the agony she was put through and I never wanted to face that again, so I had a vasectomy. Maybe one day we would adopt, but either way, she was the love of my life. Even though I loved Alicia more than life itself, I still had these intense fantasies about Marissa. I would have done anything to fuck her, just one time, to see if she could live up to my expectations.

ALICIA

Taye was so naïve, or simply believed that he was so fine and so sexy that I would stay faithful. Do not get me wrong; I tried. His arrogance drove me into the arms of another man, not the sex, because that was on point. We met Brian at the same time, at the Home Depot, when he handed me a flyer about his contracting business. Taye thought he was too cute, or too good, to do anything around the house so I convinced him to hire Brian. One day I thought we were busted. Taye came home and found us in the kitchen. We played it off but Brian had been going to town on my pussy when we heard the garage door open and Taye’s car pulling in. That man could eat the lining out of a pussy and my clit had never been so sore.

Taye hired a private investigator to follow me and had no clue that I was on to him. For a couple of weeks I led that detective on a wild goose chase, but made sure that I gave no appearance that something was out of sync. Men still do not realize that women are better cheaters. We are always consciously aware of what we are risking. I loved Taye but there was something missing and after my two miscarriages, we did not have the same closeness that we’d always had before.

Truth be told, there was another issue. Taye’s business partner, Michael, brought this woman named Marissa back with him from a business trip and they started living together. She was nice enough but she was also gorgeous and Taye could not keep his eyes off her. I knew that he had always had a thing for Latin women. He had dated them exclusively until he met me. Because we spent so much time together as couples, I could tell that the attraction was mutual. I did not like it; I did not like it at all.

However, who was I to talk? Even though Taye had a wandering eye, I definitely had a wandering pussy. Brian was not my only affair; far from it. There was this dude named Kenny whom I met at the grocery store. It is a shame that I could not even go to a store like Home Depot or Safeway without trolling for dick. Ladies, those are some of the best places to find a good dick, while you are shopping for a dozen eggs or some lightbulbs.

Now Kenny was serious about his shit. Since we had met at the grocery store, I related to him that I had always wanted to re-enact that scene from Sea of Love where Ellen Barkin showed up at this grocery store to meet Al Pacino with nothing but a trench coat on. Kenny met me at the Safeway and I waited for him in the produce section. While I squeezed some melons, he squeezed mine and then fingered me while I was putting collard greens in a plastic bag. When we got up to the register, I couldn’t resist being bad. I told the male cashier to take a whiff and held Kenny’s fingers up to his nose. He was a young man, probably a college student, and his eyes lit up when he recognized the scent. If I ever tried to do something like that with Taye, he would have a fucking fit.

Kenny and I left Safeway and went to Watkins Park. It was in November and they had already put up the Festival of Lights for Christmas. We paid our five dollars to drive through the breathtakingly beautiful display. All the cars were driving through there extremely slowly and while Kenny drove at a snail’s pace, I sucked his dick. Up and down my head went, taking him into my throat like a bobblehead doll. I would sit up every now and again to see the displays, like Santa Claus playing basketball or tossing a ball with a reindeer. I love being naughty.

My affair with Kenny lasted a few months, until I tired of him as I had with Brian. I still fucked my husband, or fed him, as I liked to call it. My sex was his medicine. Part of me felt a tinge of guilt, but the other part figured that he was cheating as well, especially when he came up with some off-the-wall shit involving Michael and Marissa.

TAYE

I came up with the idea one day while Michael and I were playing racquetball. I blurted it out while the ball was in the air halfway between us and he missed the next shot.

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