One Night Parole

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Doing it for her Daughter

Chacha Ibe felt the familiar pressure on her bladder the moment she awoke married to a very wealthy never home business man husband. She turned her head and saw the alarm clock on the bedside table showed 1:56 am, and she rolled out of bed gently not to wake her husband. In silent bare feet on carpet she quickly and quietly made her way in the dark to the bathroom.

Teaching My Whoring Wife a Lesson

I had been suspecting for a while now that my young wife was having an affair. There had been little hints and signs: coming home from work to find that my wife had taken a shower in the middle of the afternoon; her eagerness to 'surprise' me now and then with a home-cooked dinner and pampering massage; the way she sometimes abruptly hung up on her mobile phone when I would walk into the room (and the fact that she got a new phone, one that had a password lock on the memory).

Corporate Fun………………………………….3

The restaurant was extraordinarily dark when I entered it and locked the door behind me. It was an hour past when the last dinner guest would have left. Instead of the hum of activity I was used to hearing when standing at the reception desk, there was only silence.

I walked past the desk and leaned my head around the corner and down the hallway leading to the various dining rooms. More darkness. And silence.

Ibe, my manager, had told me I'd receive instructions once inside. But where...and how? I was more used to meeting our corporate guests in their motel rooms. This was a little disconcerting.

Corporate Fun…………………………..2

I worked my way through the kitchen, dodging cooks and waitresses. The fact that none of them responded to my exclamation proved one point to me: I walked through the kitchen crying "fuck" way too often.

I was on my way to the restaurant manager's office...and not happy about it. I knew what he probably wanted. I would be working overtime.