One afternoon there was a knock on the door and there stood a beautiful black woman.
"Can I help you?" I asked.
"Yeah, you can help me. My husband works with your wife and he's been fucking her for the last month," she spat.
"What?" I stammered, "I don't believe it."
"Well you better believe it, 'cause I have proof." With that she handed me an envelope of pictures she had received from a P.I. she'd hired.
I was stunned. There was an array of photographs of my beautiful wife getting fucked by this big, black stud in a hotel room.
"You want revenge?" the black woman asked, in a tone of voice that didn't want to hear "no" for an answer.
With that she stepped inside and shut the door.
"Can I help you?" I asked.
"Yeah, you can help me. My husband works with your wife and he's been fucking her for the last month," she spat.
"What?" I stammered, "I don't believe it."
"Well you better believe it, 'cause I have proof." With that she handed me an envelope of pictures she had received from a P.I. she'd hired.
I was stunned. There was an array of photographs of my beautiful wife getting fucked by this big, black stud in a hotel room.
"You want revenge?" the black woman asked, in a tone of voice that didn't want to hear "no" for an answer.
With that she stepped inside and shut the door.
