Payback Massage (Interracial Husband Emasculation Erotica) E-Book

Trevon Carter

• Herausgeber: PEAR Stories
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014

Beschreibung

Jenny lives a rather boring life as a housewife of a successful partner of a large Big 4 accounting firm. She has her own little personal massage business to make some income off her neighborhood. When there passion seems to cool down, she notices a message pop up on her husband's phone. It's a strange message thanking him for a good time, and she tries to unlock his passcode. When she does, she finds out that he's been cheating on her with, unsurprisingly, his black secretary.

She fumes with anger but holds it in, trying to devise a plan to pay her husband back. While jogging, she runs into Jamal, a big black football star and a plan starts to form in her devious head. She asks him to come to her place for the massage he had scheduled later in the afternoon. When he comes in for his massage, Jenny begins her mischevious little payback for her husband. If he can have a taste of chocolate, there's no reason she can't...

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Payback Massage

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Payback Massage (Interracial Husband Emasculation Erotica)

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Jenny slowly rolled around in bed, enjoying the warmth of the sheets below her.  It was another cold winter morning and she hated getting out of bed.  She would've rather stayed in the warm bed all day if she could.

Her husband slumbered away next to her, a small bit of drool running down the side of his lips.  Jenny smiled and shook her head as she hopped out of bed.  Her body was immediately met with the cold air in the room and she contemplated hopping back into bed.

Unlike her husband, she had more of an early start.  She had to make breakfast for him, pack his lunch, and then go for a quick jog.  He was a Partner at a Big Four auditing firm and while he was given more leniency with when he went into the office, he did have to stay late with his clients.

It wasn't what Jenny had initially planned for when they had gotten married, but the money he brought in was good and it helped fund her own small massage venture.  She was able to make her own hours and travel from client to client.  Her clients were normally more rich people with the ability to have private massage sessions in their mansions.

To make matters even easier, she lived not too far from the majority of her clients.  She headed over to the bathroom and quickly washed her face, the cold water quickly waking her up.  Every night she wanted to turn up the heat but her husband disallowed it.

He had grown up poor and as a result, he was quite the penny pincher, which she found ironic considering his current situation.  At the same time, she understood where he was coming from and appreciated the fact that he cared.  Though, during the winter, she found it extremely frustrating to sit on a cold sofa or jump into a chilled bed.

Her husband rolled onto his side and mumbled.  Jenny peeked over and watched as he rolled himself up in the blankets.  He was quite the large man, his tummy sticking out and over his hips.  At one point he was a star athlete but he let himself go soon after college and his track to Partner led him down bad foods and horrible lazy habits.

His laziness also spread into their love life which is something is did despise.  He usually had her on top, or requested a blowjob and left it at that.  She knew it wasn't just his laziness; it was also his late night schedule.  And while being a Partner meant he did have a more relaxed life than others, he still had quite the workload to complete to stay where he was.

Jenny understood as she herself was a former auditor from a Big Four firm, but she never had aspirations to make it up the corporate ladder.  When she met her husband Robert, it was perfect for her.  Someone who thought like her but had more of a taste for career succession.

She finished washing her face and patted her face dry.  After checking on Robert again, she headed out to the kitchen.  There were still dishes from dinner lying in the sink which was annoying, especially considering Robert had said he would clean the dishes when he got home.  Jenny sighed and turned on the kitchen faucet, letting the water warm up as it hit the dirty dishes.

She turned and grabbed a frying pan and paused as she saw something out of the corner of her eye.  It was Robert's phone buzzing the life on the kitchen counter.  She tilted her head and placed the pan on cook top and turned on the heat.

Jenny grabbed her husband's phone, intending on giving it to him and briefly glanced at the message that had appeared on the screen.  She nearly dropped the phone as she saw the words before they faded once the screen turned black.

"Thanks for the great night?"  Jenny whispered.

Her heart raced as she contemplated on reading the message.  She wasn't tech savvy by any means and wasn't sure if Robert would be able to tell that she had read his message.  There was a moment of hesitation but Jenny turned the screen on and wiped it to try to see the message.

The phone was unfortunately locked.  Jenny grimaced as she stared at the phone.  Her moment of hesitation had denied her the ability to see something potentially incriminating for Robert. 

She had trusted Robert ever since she married him, and while she had a slight bit of doubt on her mind, there was nothing that raised her suspicions before.  Partners were known to sleep around, it was part of the job description supposedly, and Jenny knew it.  Robert of course, always denied it, claiming he had no need to, but the brief message she saw placed doubt in her mind.

She stared at the PIN code screen, trying to see if she could potentially find out the four digits that would unlock the phone.  Her fingers hovered over the touch screen as she thought about the different combinations her husband might use.  It could be their birthdays, his birthday alone, his favorite number, there were just too many different choices to try to choose from.

"Damnit," Jenny cursed under her breath.

Robert was quite the forgetful person and he probably used the same PIN on all his things.  She tried their anniversary date and watched as the screen errored out.  A warning appeared stating that she had five more tries before the device would lock him out.

Jenny sighed and tried turning the screen display off and back on.  She stared at the message on the screen, five more attempts left.  That would mean that Robert would see the same message when he turned on the screen.

"Oh shit," Jenny whispered.

She now had a decision to make.  She could either lie and say she had accidentally tried to unlock his phone thinking it was hers or keep trying until she got it.  Through clenched teeth, she slowly began pressing another set of numbers, his birthday.  The screen paused for a moment and Jenny clenched tightly hoping that it had worked.  It errored out again.

Jenny took a deep breath as she stared at the familiar screen, now telling her that she had four tries.  She tried her own birthday next and was again met with an error screen, the number counting down to three attempts left.  He bit her lower lip wondering if she should just stop and go the route of telling him that she thought it was her phone.

"Well... I have two more tries," Jenny whispered to herself.

There were still too many different options left to just keep guessing.  She tried to think about common numbers he used for everything else.  The pan sizzled to life, causing her to stop.

She had forgotten about cooking breakfast as well as the running water in the kitchen faucet which was now steaming.  She quickly put his phone down and lowered the heat on the water and the heat on the stove t as she grabbed some olive oil.  Her mind was still racing away, trying to figure out what his PIN might be to unlock the phone.

She grabbed an egg and placed it on the kitchen counter.  She turned off the kitchen sink and wiped her hands on a nearby towel.  A number came to her mind, their bank account's PIN.  She grabbed his phone and tried entering it and was sadly met with yet another warning.  She had two more attempts before the phone would lock him out and the warning was a slightly larger font now.

Jenny shook her head and swirled the oil on the pan, watching as it spun.  She was now clearly out of options.  Jenny placed the pan back down on the stove and turned to grab the egg on the counter but stopped midway.

"Wait a minute," she whispered.

His car had an automated start installed and with it came an application that he could use to remote start it.  He had used a four digit pin to start the car and she thought about what it was.  It wasn't a particular date, to her it seemed like random digits but she wondered if it was potentially the password to his phone. 

"What was it..." Jenny whispered to herself as her fingers tapped on the kitchen counter.

She remembered asking Robert about it and they had laughed about the number.  She couldn't remember the details of the conversation and closed her eyes to try and help.  It had something to do with a car or a celebrity that they had both liked.  Bits and pieces of the conversation slowly materialized in her head.

"Chrysler... what was it about Chrysler... a car?  A Chrysler three... three hundred?"  Jenny spoke through her conversation in her head.

Her husband had really liked the design of the Chrysler 300, claiming that it looked like a luxury car but didn't have the insane price.  Beyond the price, he said he had liked the power on one of the engine types.  Something about a [...]