The only thought in my mind at that very moment was, Oh fuck! I’m screwed!
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CHAPTER 2 – Uncle Jerry’s Surprise
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Sally’s Uncle Jerry and I were sitting at the kitchen table in his modest-size, two-bedroom apartment, having a private, one-on-one, man-to-man chat. This conversation was taking place the very next afternoon after my cuckold night at the hotel room with Henry and Sally. A night that had been full of shocking revelations, to say the least. A night that had left me in the mindset of making sure that I was definitely going to have the last laugh, and that I was going to do it at Sally’s expense. Let’s just say that I was hell-bent on hopefully giving Sally her comeuppance for everything that she had put me through (emotionally) the night before in that hotel room, with Henry witnessing everything.
As for Henry–that wonderful example of a refined, bisexual black man–he had left the hotel room earlier that morning, promising me that he would return later this evening for a second go-round with me and Sally, if that was what I wanted him to do. And I had told him that I didn’t need “his services” tonight, but that I still wanted him to keep in touch with me.
And then I had let Sally sleep in for the rest of the day, and had snuck out, telling her that I was going to get some late lunch for both of us, and bring it back to our hotel room. Of course, I had “other plans” in mind as I getting ready to make a beeline for Jerry’s apartment.
But I had one last thing to do, before I could leave that hotel room. I needed to find out exactly where Sally’s Uncle Jerry lived. So as my wife was drifting off to sleep, I secretly took her cell phone out of her purse, quickly dropped it into my pocket, and then headed out to the car.
Once I was sitting in the car, I scoured Sally’s cell phone for Uncle Jerry’s address, and easily found it in her contacts list. I also looked for and found all those texted photos of Jerry’s erect penis; the ones that Sally had already showed me the night before.
But as I took a quick look-see through the email box on Sally’s cell phone, I discovered some unexpected and shocking information that I was more than happy to put to use as further “ammunition” against Jerry, once I had arrived at his apartment for my much-needed confrontation with him, in regards to the whole “secretly fucking my wife” thing.
As I sat down at the kitchen table, and began sizing up my “opponent”, I have to admit that I was totally unimpressed by the man that I saw in front of me. Sally’s Uncle Jerry was definitely nothing to write home about. In fact, I found it hard to believe that my wife was head-over-heels “in lust” about having sex with him.
Uncle Jerry was either in his late 40’s, or his early-to-mid 50’s. It was kind of hard to tell, because he had gone prematurely bald on top, leaving only a broken ring of silver-whitish hair around the perimeter of his large head.
He was also at least 50 pounds overweight, or maybe even 60. And he had such a large protruding beer-belly on him, that I doubt he could look down and actually see his own erect penis, when he was in a standing position.
Add to that the double chin, along with the bulbous pock-marked nose, and the acne-scarred cheeks; and that should give you a pretty good idea about what Jerry looked like.
And while I was sitting there in that small kitchen and talking to Jerry, I continued to ask myself over and over again, Why on earth would Sally pick this man to possibly to be the father of her next child?
After Jerry and I had chit-chatted for a little while, I finally felt it was time for me to “get out the big guns”. In this case, that meant pulling Sally’s cell phone out of my pocket, and showing Jerry some very damning photos on it.
“Last night, my wife showed me these pictures of your dick. You know? The ones you sexted to her…”
“Hey, don’t get mad at me. She asked me for ’em,” Sally’s Uncle Jerry said, very defensively.
“She did?”
“Yeah. She did,” Jerry replied matter-of-factly. “And so I got myself hard, and then took ’em, and sent ’em to her, just like she asked me to.”
“Well, I’m not mad at you, Jerry. I’m envious. That’s one hell of a nice dick you’ve got!” I automatically complimented him, and then immediately thought to myself, Did I really just say that? What the fuck are you doing, Carl? Confront the son of a bitch! Don’t compliment him.
“You really think so?”
“Yeah,” I admitted, initially meaning it as an off-hand remark, but then realizing–to my own dismay–that I was actually being totally truthful with Carl regarding my feelings about his super-sexy, unique-looking penis.
“Well, I really can’t take credit for that,” Jerry said, obviously feeling some embarrassment, due to my having just openly fawned over his male genitalia. “After all, I was born with it. It kind of runs in the family, if you get my drift.”
“Oh, I ‘get your drift’ alright. Believe me! Do you wanna know what Sally did last night?”
“Sure.”
“She fucked a black guy in our hotel room.”
“So let me get this straight. You let your wife–my niece–fuck a black man in your hotel room last night?”
“Yep. I sure did.”
“Wow! I can’t believe you actually let your wife do that.”
“Heck, I’m the one who talked her into doing it. And she did it right in front of me, too.”
“You don’t say?”
“Yeah. In fact, later, I joined in on ‘all the fun’. I couldn’t help myself. It was just too exciting. Especially when she told me that she was fertile, and that she hadn’t been using any birth control for the last three months.”
“Holy shit, man! That’s not good at all.”
“You got that right! At the time, I thought that there might even be a little mulatto baby baking away in that bitch’s oven, after last night’s…’indiscretions’. But I later found out that that simply cannot be the case. And do you wanna know why?”
“Why.”
“Sally couldn’t have been fertile last night, because she’s already pregnant with your baby. And she has been for a couple of months now. I found an email on her cell phone, where she’s telling her best friend, Linda, all about how happy she is to finally be pregnant again, and then asking Linda not to say a word about it to anyone. Especially to me.
“So how long have you been fuckin’ my wife, Jerry? And don’t try to tell me that you haven’t been fuckin’ Sally. ‘Cuz I know you have. She told me so herself. Last night,” I said, finally confronting Jerry head-on.
Jerry just glared at me, and didn’t say a word for a few seconds, before he finally leaned forward and admitted to me, almost in a whisper, as if he were a spy sharing a secret with another spy, “Ever since I moved to town. About three months ago.”
“That’s a fuckin’ lie! And you know it! Sally told me all about those threesomes you had with her and her father all those years.”
“She did, did she?”
“Yes, she did.”
“Well, it’s not what you think,” Jerry argued, in a overly-loud, defensive tone-of-voice. “I never went over to Jake’s house to have sex with his daughter. That just kind of happened. All on its own. The truth is I always went over there to have sex with Jake.
“But once again, it’s not what you’re thinking. My older brother and I weren’t gay lovers, or anything like that. But we were life-long ‘jack-off buddies’. And we’d been gettin’ together to jack off, ever since we were young boys. I think we did it out of curiosity and convenience, more than anything else. I mean, there weren’t any other boys around for us to circle-jerk with. And so Jake and I would just end up doin’ it with each other, whenever we’d get feelin’ horny.
“Jake and I not only jacked ourselves off in front of each other, but we also loved to jack each other off. And eventually, one thing led to another. And pretty soon, Jake and I were suckin’ each other’s dicks, and butt-fuckin’, and doin’ all sorts of other queer-type of stuff that I’m not particularly proud of. But we never kissed each other on the lips, or held hands, or did any other mushy crap like that.
“Anyways, as you can well imagine, after Jake’s wife died, he and I ended up gettin’ together to have sex a little more often than we used to. And that made perfect sense to me, what with his wife bein’ dead and all. I had no idea that Jake was havin’ sex with his own daughter, and also secretly havin’ sex with me, too.
“But after Sally got married and finally moved out, Jake all the of the sudden got super-horny on me. He’d literally beg me to come over and jack off with him. And so we started gettin’ together to have sex just about every other day.
“And of course, I was just fine with it, ‘cuz I didn’t have any girlfriends, or anyone else to have sex with, at that time. And havin’ sex with my older brother sure beat the hell out of havin’ sex with myself.
“So one day, I showed up at Jake’s house to jack off with him, and Sally answered the front door. I didn’t even know that she was back in town, much less that she was stayin’ at Jake’s place.
“And Sally says to me, ‘Hey there, Uncle Jerry, it’s great to see you again. And then she gives me a big hug.
“And the very next words out of her mouth were, ‘So are you here to jack off with Dad? And if so, can I watch you guys?’
“Well, I about hit the floor! I couldn’t believe that Jake had told his daughter about our secret sexual relationship. And I was feelin’ pretty damn embarrassed, to tell ya the truth.
“I finally got up enough nerve to tell Sally, ‘Yes, Sweetie. I’m here to jack off with your dad. And I guess you can watch us, if it’s okay with Jake.’
“And then Sally says to me, ‘Cool. Come on in. And the good news is you’re not even gonna need a porn movie to warm you up. ‘Cuz you’ve got me.'”
“And with that, Sally began taking all her clothes off–one piece at a time–and then dropping them willy-nilly all over the floor, as I was followin’ her into the livin’ room.
“When I rounded the corner from the main hallway to enter the livin’ room, Jake was already sittin’ on the sofa, naked as a jaybird. And he already had a boner stickin’ out from between his legs.
“Jake’s pattin’ his hand on the sofa, right next to him, as he says to me, ‘Oh good. You’re finally here. Have a seat.’ And then he says, ‘Sally’s got a little surprise for you.’
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