My Wife And Her Male Boss Are On A Business Trip And Share A Room. She Asked Me To Bring Her Undergarments-8
December 16, 2025
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Speed Warnings
I slammed the accelerator. Tires screeched as the car shot from the garage into the night. The speedometer needle leaped—60...70...80 mph... The aging frame groaned. "You are speeding. Please slow down." The GPS intoned emotionlessly. Speeding? Damn speeding! Streetlights blurred past; only the engine's roar and the nagging warnings filled the car. Jaw clenched, I glared at the road.
The Broken Phone
White-knuckled on the wheel, I tossed the shattered phone onto the passenger seat—its cracked screen a mocking web, reflecting neon lights and my bloodshot, enraged eyes. Foot jammed on the gas, the car careened through empty streets. Headlights streamed past in a yellow blur. Tracy's glowing eyes, her admiring tone for Jack's skill—all churned in my mind.
Chaotic Thoughts
Her impatience with my doubts. Her "boss-approved" rationale and angry hang-up. Each memory seared like hot iron. Rage burned; humiliation froze. My heart pounded painfully. Separate rooms? Midnight delivery? Lies! That bastard Jack must be inside! Were they...? A darker thought seized me: Was this deliberate? A boast? Did she not care if I knew?
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I slammed the accelerator. Tires screeched as the car shot from the garage into the night. The speedometer needle leaped—60...70...80 mph... The aging frame groaned. "You are speeding. Please slow down." The GPS intoned emotionlessly. Speeding? Damn speeding! Streetlights blurred past; only the engine's roar and the nagging warnings filled the car. Jaw clenched, I glared at the road.
The Broken Phone
White-knuckled on the wheel, I tossed the shattered phone onto the passenger seat—its cracked screen a mocking web, reflecting neon lights and my bloodshot, enraged eyes. Foot jammed on the gas, the car careened through empty streets. Headlights streamed past in a yellow blur. Tracy's glowing eyes, her admiring tone for Jack's skill—all churned in my mind.
Chaotic Thoughts
Her impatience with my doubts. Her "boss-approved" rationale and angry hang-up. Each memory seared like hot iron. Rage burned; humiliation froze. My heart pounded painfully. Separate rooms? Midnight delivery? Lies! That bastard Jack must be inside! Were they...? A darker thought seized me: Was this deliberate? A boast? Did she not care if I knew?
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