Anna Lee’s Husband Learns the Truth

Amelia dashed into the room to see Juba frantically pulling his clothes on as Anna Lee nonchalantly rolled around on the bed, still in post-coital bliss.

“Scoundrel! You **** my wife?!” Anna Lee’s husband shouted.

“No,” Anna Lee replied cooly. “He fucked me. Better than you ever have,” she said, her hair tousled. She rolled over on the bed, satisfied. “God, that was good.”

Her husband stood, dumbstruck.

“You…you voluntarily slept with this man?” He asked incredulously.

“Mmhmm,” she mumbled. “Quite voluntarily. I’d do it again, too.”

Her husband tried to gather his bearings, but he could scarcely believe what he was hearing. He clasped his hands behind his back and paced the room.

“You were not ravished by this ****?” He clarified.

“No,” she said, rolling on the bed. “Well, he fucked me, and God was he good…you should’ve seen him…”

Juba was relieved to hear his mistress tell the truth, for otherwise he surely would have been put to ****, and in the most gruesome manner. But he stood tensely, unsure of how this would all end.

“Juba, you are excused.”

“Yes, massa,” he nodded and fled the room quickly.

“Bye, Juba!” Anna Lee smiled, waving at her lover. Her husband closed his eyes.

“And you?” He said, turning to Amelia. “You knew of this?”

Amelia froze in terror.

“Your little dick could never satisfy me,” Anna Lee interjected, saving Amelia from that confrontation.

Her husband turned beet red.

“Leave us,” he commanded Amelia sullenly. She complied, bowing before leaving the room.