"Hey gorgeous!" the man called out, before stepping past me into the house."Shit!" my wife screeched, avoiding eye contact."Wait, what the fuck is goi...g on? Who is this guy?" I asked, as the man approached my wife reaching out for a hug."Damn girl! You looking good tonight!" he exclaimed, wrapping his arms around my wife."Thanks, Jamal," my wife blushed, while hugging him back."Renee, who the fuck is this guy? And why are you dressed up like you're about to get fucked?" I shouted, demanding. I started licking him. All over thehead. He started moaning. That turns me on, to hear a guymoaning about what I'm doing to him...I felt his hands in my hairpulling me further down. I did my best to swallow as much asI could, but he was too long to fit him all in. I started slidingmy mouth back and forth over him. His precum tasted so delicious!I licked all over, sucked on him, and slid over faster andfaster. He moaned harder, and pulled me hard against him. Igagged, but I think he just enjoyed. Trish turned to him and leant forward. I watched her lips engulf the tip of his cock and heard his soft groan. My natural instinct should have been to stop her. I mean, what normal husband just stands by and watches his wife suck another man’s cock? The thing was, I was not a ‘normal’ husband. I was a cuckold in waiting. I knew that now. I looked up at Abe as his hand came down and rested on her head. He smiled at me before closing his eyes and enjoying the pleasure. A slurping sound drew my. I then zoomed in, and special software showed the handprint like an old-fashioned negative. “Huh, see he is missing the tip of his finger,” I said with satisfaction.Captain Walters slid me over as he pulled up one of the spare chairs in my place. He pulled up a new program and ran the print through a database. It made the match in less than a minute. “Damn! We’ve got him,” Captain Walters said with glee.Jess came back and said, “Sir, the voice matches. I have also found another match for the.