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When Richard got home after his work trip, there was evidence of Mr. Davidson's presence everywhere. His presence took the form of things that Perl couldn't or wouldn't do. For example, the lawn was mowed, the hedge was trimmed, the gutters were cleaned, the refrigerator was moved and cleaned under, and the oil was changed in all the cars. It was as if they found nearly meaningless jobs for him to do, just so that they could keep meeting up. At least his bedroom door is still locked, and there is no sign on Mr. Davidson in there.

But he was home now and would be for the next week and a half, which meant 'the other man' wouldn't be coming over for at least a week and a half. Richard in Perl had sex five times during that time period which is far more than their average, which was a mere one time a month, so at least he was getting something out of this arrangement.

A week and a half later, about two hours into his next work trip, he got a call from his wife "Hey honey, I know you're on your way, and I don't want to bother you, but I just realize that the filter to the heater needs to be changed. Jimmy said he would pick one up for us. He just needs the size."

Hating the fact that his wife used 'that man's first name to him and Not wanting to give his wife a reason to invite 'that man' over, Richard said, "No need, I'll be home in a few days, and I'll pick it up."

To which Perl answered, "Don't be silly, you're not home to enjoy your family much; I don't want to waste that time with you doing housework." There is a pause in the line "Oh, I think I found it. It's right on the side on the vent. Sorry for bothering you, I know your busy. Love you." click the phone went dead before Richard could even say anything. He knew it would take Mr. Davidson thirty minutes to pick up the filter and another thirty minutes to get to his house and install it. Richard knew that Mr. Davidson and Perl would probably be having sex in just over an hour. To confirm his supposition, he called her back an hour and five minutes later. The phone rang twice before it was sent to voice mail, followed by an automated text response saying, "Sorry, can't talk right now. I will call you back later." That was good enough as proof for Richard.

He knew right away that he was going to the strip club Tonight, and he was going to take the offer the go into the back room with a stripper.

Richard found himself sitting on the edge of the stripper stage five hours later. Three stripper routines come and go without any one of them really gathering his attentions. However, the moment his eyes laid on the fourth stripper, he knew that if his dick was going to touch another woman other than his wife after six years of being married, it would be the tan brown hair bombshell wearing a latex bra and thong with fishnet stalking who is about to walk onto the stage.

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She must have known he was interested in her because it felt like her whole routine was focused on him. She even tossed her bra and thong to him as she took them off. She, of course, picked them up after the dance was over, but he still got to hold onto them for a little while. However, as he handed over her panties, he asks "Do you do 'SPECIAL' private shows." She looked both ways to make sure that no one that would report her could hear, both answering, "It's three hundred for max one hour." Richard put three bills inside the cub of her bar before handing them back to her. She quickly counters the bills before grabbing his hand pulling him towards one of the free back rooms.

The room must have been for private High rollers parties because it came with a fully stocker separate par. However, once inside the room, the stripper didn't waste a second; she quickly bent over the nearest chair and presented her naked pussy to him. Richard expects to at least have some sort of conversion, may to convert the do and don't. They are going to have sex after all, but no. She just presented her hole.

As if it was an everyday event, Richard stuck his cock up her pussy and fucked her. Right away, he could feel that she was much more experienced than him. And that she was using every pick of that experience to make this last much shorter than one hour. Within ten minutes, Richard was already moaning "I'm going to cum"

To which she whispers back, "It's safe" He quickly unloaded his cum deep inside her pussy, after which she cleaned off his cock with her mouth before sending him on his way.

From that moment on, he determined that if he was going to have sex with another woman other than his wife, it would only be one woman, and it would be that woman. That is what his wife was doing, after all. He went back to that same strip club every day that week in hopes of fucking her again; however, he found out that she only works there Saturday through Monday. Which meant he wouldn't be able to see her again this trip.

When he got back to his house Saturday morning, he instantly started looking for traces of Mr. Davidson. Those traces were not hard to find. The lawn was freshly cut, not that it needed it again; it was only a week before since Mr. Davidson last did it, A tree limb has been trim, and the crack in the driveway that had been there for years has been filled. And that just what he found outside. The first thing he checked once he got inside was 'his' bedroom; much to his relief, the door was still locked, and there was no sign of Mr. Davidson inside of it.

With that worry out of his mind, he began to look for signs of him elsewhere inside the house. The two largest signs that he could find was the old master bedroom's ceiling fan had been completely replaced, and there was a bag of male clothes conveniently placed inside the door of the old master bedroom, prompting him to call out, "Perl honey, what this."

She quickly came running. "Well, when I had Jimmy replace our filter, I also had him check everything else in the house. He said that the motor of the fan was about to go. So I asked if he could fix it last night."

The fan motor was perfectly fine, and even if it wasn't, Mr. Davidson grew up in a rich household that made him a spoiled brat. Resulting in that Mr. Davidson was only slightly more handy than Perl. However, this wasn't a lie, at least from Perl. It was a lie from Mr. Davidson, and Perl didn't know any better, and Richard knew that. So Richard knew he couldn't be mad at Perl. So he shifted his attention to the bag of clothes. "And this?"

She quickly answered him, "Jimmy said it would take him all night to replace then fan, so I offered to let him spend the night. Well... We... I mean, he slept in and had to leave in a hurry. As a result, he forgot his bag. He said that he was going to come after work to pick it up, but I said that that wasn't a good idea since you would be home." Perl nervously stood in front of her husband as he took stuck in everything she said.

Once again this wasn't a lie; It would have taken Jimmy all night to replace one ceiling fan. However, anyone that that didn't grow up as a spoiled brat and had half a brain could have done it in an hour and a half tops. "How often has he spent the night here?"

Perl: "Last night was the first. But it was nice to have another adult in the house at night when you are gone."

Right away, Richard knew this was his wife's way of asking if it was ok if Mr. Davidson stayed over more often.