A man and a van

I peek around the corner and catch only a glimpse of the scene before hiding my face behind the brick again. Under the bridge, on the waterfront, is a conversion van with a heavy sliding door. The door in this case is open, and sitting, facing the underside of the bridge, my wife and a strange man. I was near panic, and dozen things raced thru my mind--did they see me? what is this van doing here? does this guy live here under the bridge? what is my wife doing with a man in a van by the riverside? What on earth is going on here?

Then, I realized that I could hear them. The man was telling my wife, "I can front you another 2 ounces but I'm going to need some collateral." The shock of this information was softened by my hardening cock. She was selling ****?

Hannah laughed at the **** dealer's proposition, "The usual then?"

"I don't think that's going to cut it this time. That was about faith. This is about collateral."

I couldn't follow what they were talking about, but it seemed that some sort of new transaction was taking place between them that was out of the ordinary. Unable to contain my curiosity, I took a quick peek around the corner, long enough to see that my wife was touching the man's hard-on thru his jeans.

Hannah said to him, "What did you have in mind, then?"

And the man told her, "Supposing I took a few pictures, and when you pay me you can have them back."

My God, I thought to myself, but all other thoughts were wiped away by my lust for lies. I slid my back down the brick until I was sitting against it, right up against the corner, where I could peer around, obscured by the bushes, and spy on my wife and her ****-dealer.

"Easy as that?" Hannah asked.

"Easy as that."

Both hands leaped into my pajama pants. I cupped my balls and I began gently rubbing my cock-head, which was throbbing with the impending action. I peered around the corner and saw the man hand Hannah a large bag of weed, which she put into her backpack. As she was zipping the flap of her bag, the **** dealer began sliding the straps of her top down her arms, and kissed her softly on the shoulder. In the van, next to where he sat, I saw a Kodak camera.