Mr. Stephenson Senior in more detail

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After starting and running a successful business for ten long, hard-fought years, Mr. Richard Stephenson (eventually Senior) finally clawed his way through the Chamber of Commerce enough to want to settle down and marry one of his staff members (Perl). They quickly had one child (Richard Stephenson Jr.). Richard Sr. travels a lot for work, which **** Perl to stay home to raise Richard Jr and the two children they had after him, mostly by herself. This relationship lasted for five years.

As for the business during those five years, all the best suppliers and all the best clients were run by young, single men who loved their nights out and loved to party almost as much as they loved to make money. Which made life great when he was young and single, but the moment he was married, it made things awkward. Those owners would always want to take him out to the town the night before they made a deal, and almost every night would end in a high-class strip club. The type where the more money you spend, the fewer rules there are. The more fun everyone had, the better the deal was in his favor, which made for some wild stories when he was single to tell the boys back at his home business when he got back, the type of stories that would end a marriage on the spot if they ever happened while he was married.

To avoid any question of being unfaithful, the moment the party really got started, Richard would always duck out to go spend a lonely night in the hotel and leave his second in charge to enjoy the night with the rest of the boys. His beautiful wife (Perl) knew the game as she had heard many of his stories while sitting in the office, but it was her who insisted that he do this the moment they started their short dating period, which made what happened even more of a shock to him.

Richard managed to secretly sneak in a stop back home to surprise his family with a day visit between a particularly long and brutal stop at a supplier in LA and a meeting with a buyer in New York. He had never done this before, but he had never been able to secure a deal for his supplies so fast. So on a last-minute whim, he splurged on a bouquet of blood-red roses from a concourse vendor and booked a flight back home, and let himself dream about nothing more complicated than a home-cooked meal and the easy warmth of family.

It was nearly ten at night by the time he pulled into the driveway. He noticed immediately that the porch light was off. Then, a Porsche 959, definitely not theirs, as Richard would never waste money on a car like that because he thought it was someone just trying to show off money that they really didn’t have, was parked just behind the basketball hoop. He blinked, as fear began to grip his gut, because no one who should be in his house would ever waste money on a car like that. As a result, he instantly thought someone must have found out he wasn't home and invaded his house. Fearing for the safety of his family, he stormed into the house with the speed that only a father fearing for his family could muster.

He races through the house; if he had gone a little slower, he would have noticed a monogrammed man’s coat on the hanger by the door, and that nothing was out of place in the kitchen, and a man’s tie with a design of a company that he didn’t own was neatly hanging on the chair in the living room. But fear for his family made him miss all those things.

He climbed the stairs two at a time, the flowers that he hadn’t had the time to set down, trembling in his left hand, as the petals quickly fell off, but he didn’t care; he had to get to his family and save them. His fears only grew when he heard his wife screaming from their bedroom.

But when he kicked in the door… All time stopped, not because he was confronted with his family’s assaulter, and not because he saw his wife being ****. No there was his wife, on done on in make up, on their marital bed, completely naked, reaching forward to kiss another man who was equally between her legs and equally naked, with his cock inside her pussy. To make matters worse, the man who was fucking her missionary style was none other than Mr. Jimmy Davidson.

Now, Mr. Davidson was the closest thing Mr. Stephenson had to an archenemy if anyone actually had arch enemies. Mr. Davidson was also a company owner. His company wasn’t as nation wide and Richard’s was, but that was by design, as he ran with being the local company, even though he wasn’t originally from the area and only moved next to Richard’s home base because it had a larger market. Making him the biggest local competition Richard had was the owner of the biggest local competition to Richard’s company.

Perl and Mr. Davidson were so focused on each other that they didn't even notice Richard kicking in the door and entering, and Richard was so stunned that he couldn't bring himself to speak, and time all but stopped for him as his eyes scanned the room. A used condom is dripping down her shoulder, another used condom is on each of her nipples, and a condom dripping its contents down her thigh, confirming that they had been at this for quite a while. While the bag of clothes by the bed proved that he at least planned to stay the night.

That is when he heard Mr. Davidson groan, "I’m going to cum."

Prompting Perl to passionately moan, "It's ok, do it inside."

Fighting back his cum with everything he could, Jimmy moaned, "We ran out of condoms on my last one. Are you sure?"

Perl’s voice cracked as the heat of her own coming orgasm built inside her stomach, "I know. It is so much better this way. I don't know why we ever used condoms."

That, finally, snapped something inside him.

“WHAT THE FUCK,” he said, his voice high and broken, a teenage shriek in a grown man’s throat.

But it was too late, Mr. Davidson had already started to cum inside Perl, and now he was spraying the remainder of it across the floor as he quickly pulled out and turned to see who else was there.

Perl quickly covered herself up with a pillow as she yelled, "Oh shit, it's Richard."

The three just silently stood there staring at each other for a minute before Perl spoke up. "Jimmy (Mr. Davidson), honey, I think it’s best that you gather your things and leave."

Richard quickly adds on with, "Yeah, do that... And never come back. In fact, never let me see your face again."

Perl grabs her husband's hand as the 'other man' quickly runs out of the room. "Richard, you can't be mad at him."

Richard looks at his wife with heartbroken, loving eyes. "I can't. Why not? He just had sex with my wife. Raw, might I add."

He looks between her legs and notices a blob of cum hanging off her lower lip, so he takes off his shirt and hands it to her. "Clean yourself up; the evidence is still dripping from you. When you are done, meet me in the kitchen; we have much to talk about."