My Wife And Her Male Boss Are On A Business Trip And Share A Room. She Asked Me To Bring Her Undergarments-7
December 16, 2025
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On the Brink
I sprang from bed, bare feet on the frigid floor. Like a madman in the dark, I hurled my phone against the wall! "Crack!" The screen shattered, spiderwebbing into darkness. Shards scattered. Panting heavily in the silence, I stood enveloped in shadow, the fractured screen's glow reflecting my distorted image—a beast cornered. Go? Not go? She wanted me to deliver underwear to a suite shared with another man.
The Decision
Midnight. The realization poisoned my veins. Humiliation choked me, but a fiercer, darker emotion surged—rage! Scorching rage! And a self-destructive impulse: I would see for myself! Tear off their veil of deceit! My body moved before thought. I lunged for the closet, fumbling into pants and a rumpled shirt. Without light, I stumbled out, snatching car keys from the entry.
Midnight Drive
Outside, icy wind lashed my face. The garage door groaned in the silent street. Sliding into the driver's seat, the old Honda Accord rumbled. Fingers trembled from cold and fury. I jammed in the key, twisted hard. The engine roared. Connecting to the car's battered GPS, I entered the address: "Hyatt downtown." The screen glowed faintly on my knotted knuckles. "Navigation start. Destination: Hyatt. Estimated time: twenty-five minutes. Two hundred meters ahead, turn right..." The robotic voice droned.
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I sprang from bed, bare feet on the frigid floor. Like a madman in the dark, I hurled my phone against the wall! "Crack!" The screen shattered, spiderwebbing into darkness. Shards scattered. Panting heavily in the silence, I stood enveloped in shadow, the fractured screen's glow reflecting my distorted image—a beast cornered. Go? Not go? She wanted me to deliver underwear to a suite shared with another man.
The Decision
Midnight. The realization poisoned my veins. Humiliation choked me, but a fiercer, darker emotion surged—rage! Scorching rage! And a self-destructive impulse: I would see for myself! Tear off their veil of deceit! My body moved before thought. I lunged for the closet, fumbling into pants and a rumpled shirt. Without light, I stumbled out, snatching car keys from the entry.
Midnight Drive
Outside, icy wind lashed my face. The garage door groaned in the silent street. Sliding into the driver's seat, the old Honda Accord rumbled. Fingers trembled from cold and fury. I jammed in the key, twisted hard. The engine roared. Connecting to the car's battered GPS, I entered the address: "Hyatt downtown." The screen glowed faintly on my knotted knuckles. "Navigation start. Destination: Hyatt. Estimated time: twenty-five minutes. Two hundred meters ahead, turn right..." The robotic voice droned.
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