Stranger's past

Muscular, tattooed and goateed, the 42-year-old nude shaven-headed Latin man sat upright on the edge of a bed, with a smile on his tough yet charming face. On the floor, between his widespread legs was a handsome worked out cleanshaven brown-haired 38-year-old white man, nude, except for a red jockstrap. He was passionately deep throating the Latin man’s awesome dick. It was a mesmerizing sight.

The white man’s oral skills were remarkable. The organ he was servicing was a real man’s piece. Every bit of those eight thick dark veiny uncut inches and a large hairy ball sack were expertly lavished by the white guy’s lips, tongue and mouth. Eventually, the Latin patted the white’s head. The white reached over for a bottle of lube and sprayed his lover’s cock.

The Latin rose, and the white took his place on the edge of the bed and got on his back. The Latin grabbed and lifted up the white’s legs. The white’s ample basket was straining in the red jock with the red straps framing his parted moist hole.  

With assurance and force, the Latin shoved his cock up into the white’s chute. The Latin grunted as he thrust in out of the stretched anal opening while the white groaned with the pleasure of a seasoned bottom practiced at taking Latin size meat. The two men had palpable chemistry as their fucking had an entrancing rhythm.

“Your intuition was correct, Mrs. Jordan. Your husband is having an affair” said the 35-year-old handsome black-haired burly private investigator Paul Kelsey as he clicked off the 10 minute edited extract video that had been playing on a laptop on his Flatiron District office desk. “I’m assuming who he was cheating with is a surprise to you.”

“That’s an understatement. I assumed it was the nanny, Mr. Kelsey. After 10 years of marriage and two children, I thought I knew my husband” said the blonde, beautiful and stylishly dressed 44-year-old Cynthia Jordan. “Over time, a subtle distance developed between us that I took in stride. Recently, I found a Viagra on the rug in his study. I surmised he was having an affair with someone more desirable and that he needed it to perform with me.”

“Well, Mrs. Jordan the situation has been explained. If it’s any consolation, it seems that only this one individual is involved. It’s a weekly event and has being going on for years according to my source at the hotel. It’s paid for by a cash retainer, so there's no trail of evidence” said Paul as he took the memory card out of his laptop and put it into a large envelope, along with the printout of his detailed case report on Steven Jordan and handed it to Mrs. Jordan. “I’m available to testify at a divorce proceeding if needed.”

“Thank you Mr. Kelsey. That won’t be necessary. We have a perfect life. This distraction of my husband’s is not cause to head down that road. I’m very impressed with your work and I wish you to continue this investigation. I want to know who my husband is. I should have seen to that before, but I was madly in love and I didn’t want my illusions shattered. Now, I’m intrigued. Again, money is no object.”

“Certainly, Mrs. Jordan. I’ll be in touch when I have more information.”

Later in the early afternoon, Cynthia sat in the office of her East 70’s townhouse. The children were still in school. While sipping a Grey Goose dirty martini, she watched the two-hour surveillance video Paul Kelsey had recorded:

Steven entered the hotel room wearing a suit and tie. He methodically undressed and hung up his clothes in the closet. He was now wearing only a red jockstrap. A few minutes later there was a knock at the door. He let in the Latin , whose name was later revealed as JoJo and was wearing jeans and a black V-neck sweater. They grinded against each other and kissed intensely. JoJo’s hands slapped and caressed Steven’s ass.

Steven pulled off JoJo’s sweater and then undid his belt. His jeans fell to the floor, revealing a pair of light gray boxer briefs containing a massive bulge. Steven smiled, dropped to his knees and ran his mouth all over the encased package. JoJo stood grinning. Steven pulled down the underwear, and that massive tool flopped out and was instantly engorged by Steven’s eager mouth. JoJo put his hands on Steven’s head and began fucking Steven’s face. JoJo pulled out, his cock dripping with his precum and Steven’s spit. While still on the floor, like a groveling supplicant, Steven untied JoJo’s shoes. JoJo kicked them off and went to the edge of the bed and sat with his legs wide open. Steven crawled over and continued servicing JoJo. Then they fucked. JoJo’s hollered in Spanish as he came in Steven and pulled out. Steven’s jock was stained from his orgasm.

With his soft long dick dangling and his big balls swaying, JoJo strutted to the mini-bar. He poured two tiny bottles of Patron into glasses and went back to the bed,  handing one to Steven. JoJo lit two Marlboro reds and gave one to Steven. The couple drank and smoked in bed to come down from the high of their fantastic fuck session. Then they went to the bathroom together. Steven emerged refreshed in a white terry cloth robe. A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. A male hotel staff member wheeled in a cart. Steven tipped him and he left. The showered JoJo came out of the bathroom wearing a white terry cloth robe.

The two lovers ate their steaks while working on a bottle of cabernet. There was some enthusiastic small talk, mostly about the Yankees. When they finished their meal, they each got dressed. The glowing Steven hugged the beaming JoJo and kissed him. JoJo left. Five minutes later, Steven left.

Among several surprises for Cynthia today was that Steven smoked.

Dinner that night was the usual convivial family affair as Ines served roast chicken to Steven, Cynthia, 10-year-old Declan and 7-year-old Lucy.

The next day, Paul Kelsey received a package via a courier. In it was the knife and fork Steven used at dinner. Paul had a hunch that fingerprint, and DNA testing would yield more revelations about Steven Jordan.