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That looks like that guys car, who paid me, she thought and her heart started to beat faster.
No, it can't be, it's just a random car and they might not even be in our house.
Joanne took another step and then saw the front door to her house open.
A man walked out, he has short, wispy grey hair and a grey beard that was well kept. Joanne recognised him.
Joanne's heart felt like it stopped and her stomach twisted inside of her.
That is him, she thought, what the fuck was he doing in my house!
He didn't spot Joanne and she waited for him to get in his car and drive off. Then she nearly ran into her house.
"Freddy?!" She shouted, but no reply.
"Freddy?!" She shouted again and ran into the living room where he was sat on the sofa with his head looking at the ground.
"Freddy," She whispered, Joanne's hands were shaking and she felt sick, "who was that man?"
Freddy slowly looked up and Joanne couldn't believe it when she saw his eyes were welling up and tears started to fall out of them.
Without saying a word he threw some papers that were in his hands onto the table.
No. Joanne thought.
It was like time had stopped.
On A4 pieces of paper were blown up photos of her, various ones from the last few weeks. There were too many to count but the first ones Joanne saw were:
One of her riding Dwayne on the sofa as another black man's cock was in her arse, that was her first night away.
Another of her bent over the bonnet of a car getting fucked from behind.
One of her sat on Suzie's face, completely naked.
One of her getting out of Jason and Claire's apartment dressed like a slut, on their way to the gangs house.
There we so many photos, all incriminating Joanne.
"He was a private investigator I hired," Freddy stuttered out as a tear ran down his face, "who are you?"
- COMMENTS
Insanehippie69er3 months agoI love this story. I wasn't crazy about what happened to Michelle.The breeding of Michelle is a major downer.That can ruin the whole story for me .I would like to see you kill off Jason and Clair.I'am an old peaceful hippie and they make want to kill them.
Anonymous7 months agoBlackmail submission for extramarital sex is lame. Blackmail sex is rape. Period. Maybe if there is credible threat of physical violence to self or loved ones, or threat of severe legal and maybe financial ruin, but only yo buy time to get out of the blackmail. Then get help from husband and police. And now her marriage is dead. And she will be living a life if submission and incessant orgasm with a huge hoke in her heart until she is tossed aside in a few years for a new pice of ass. Joanne is monumentally stupid. Freddy is much better off with her excised from his life. Joanne killed her marriage and possibly herself. Survivor? Bs. More like a stupid coward. The readers her laud her character have more than one screw loose.
Gamblnluck7 months agoNow that Freddy is fully aware, she has nothing to hide. The blackmail material is useless. She is already ruined. She could break free any time she wants. All she has to say is 'police'.
Ambul7 months agoJoanne knows, and now Freddy knows, that Joanne is a slut for cock - and pussy - It probably matters little whether it is willing or unwilling. Freddy knows that his wife was hot when they met and he knocked her up. He can see that she is older but now very hot, and still very busty with a slimed down and decorated body. She needs more than he can possibly give her and she seems. to be a whore. He still loves her. She has been distant but seems to love him. What should he do? Fabulous story!
