A slip of a word here, a misplaced receipt there and the pieces of the puzzle began to come together. Of course I was devastated, unable to grasp the...simple notion of infidelity. I tried reason, was there something I did or didn’t do? Was I somehow to blame? But I couldn’t come up with the catalyst for Lisa’s betrayal. I worshiped her. She was my reason for being. She never moved far from my thoughts during my waking hours and she was always with me in my dreams. And she was fucking someone. I was about to react when the still seated one starting fondling my mound. Squirming in my seat, I was suddenly aware of a guy sitting where the two men were originally seated. “Oh my god, it's Tim,” I mumbled. He had been watching and smiling from afar. I moaned softly when I suddenly felt my lace panties being pulled down and off, my legs spread wide, and something being poured in my pussy. It was then that I noticed the missing glass of champagne. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. During our smoking & talking I admitted I,d never been with a black chick.This was 1972 in a very small south costal Texas city so this was considered very taboo at that time. She smilled, stood up & stared undressing. Isat there with my mouth open & after about 20 secs started shedding my clothes FAST. She crooked a finger at me, pointed at the floor & said ' On ur knees " I did ( quickly ). She grabbed my head, pulled me into her very bushy pussy. I started licking & she ground her cunt in. You're history. That's why I have to move on - to find my next victim. You see, your wife should be discovering an envelope on your doorstep any minute now. In it there are lots of very unflattering pictures. Of you, anyway. _I_ think I'm pretty cute. And creative! But they all show you and me in various states of intimacy. Some of them are a _lot_ kinkier than your wife would ever believe. Oh, and your boss should be finding another envelope, this one with evidence of your embezzling.