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And of course, that's me . Uncle Jerry doesn't live very far away from us at all. In fact, you could walk to his apartment, if you wanted to." "Wow, that's wonderful," I remarked, with faked enthusiasm. "Yeah, I thought so too. My Uncle Jerry used to come over to see me, just about every time that I went back home to Fort Worth to visit Dad. And I used to love that a lot! Because Dad and I used to have threesomes with him. And believe it or not, Uncle Jerry's dick was even bigger around than Daddy's was. I've even got some pictures of it on my cell phone. Do you wanna mature see them?" The only thought in my mind at that very moment was, Oh fuck! I'm screwed! CHAPTER 2 - Uncle Jerry's Surprise Sally's Uncle Jerry and I were sitting at the kitchen table in his modest-size, two-bedroom apartment, having a private, bbw one-on-one, man-to-man chat. This conversation was taking place the very next afternoon after my cuckold night at the hotel room with Henry and Sally. A night that had been full of shocking revelations, to say the least. A night that had left me in the mindset of making sure that I was definitely going to have the last laugh, and that I was going to do it at Sally's expense. Let's just say that I was hell-bent on hopefully giving Sally her comeuppance for everything that she had put me through (emotionally) the night before in that hotel room, busty with Henry witnessing everything. As for Henry--that wonderful example of a refined, bisexual black man--he had left the hotel room earlier that morning, promising me that he would return later this evening for a second go-round with me and Sally, if that was what I wanted him to do. And I had told him that I didn't need "his services" tonight, but that I still wanted him to keep in touch with me. And then I had let Sally sleep in for the rest of the day, and had snuck out, telling her that I was going to get some late lunch for both of us, and bring it back to our hotel room. Of course, I had "other plans" in mind as I getting ready to make a beeline for Jerry's apartment. But I had one last thing to do, before I could leave that hotel room. I needed to find out exactly where Sally's Uncle Jerry lived. So as my wife was drifting off to sleep, I secretly took her cell phone out of her purse, quickly dropped it into my pocket, and then headed out to the car. Once I was sitting in the car, I scoured Sally's cell phone for Uncle Jerry's address, and easily found it in her contacts list. I also looked for and found all those texted photos of Jerry's erect penis; the ones that Sally had already showed me the night before. But as I took a quick look-see through the email box on Sally's cell phone, I discovered some unexpected and shocking information that I was more than happy to put to use as further "ammunition" against Jerry, once I had arrived at his apartment for my much-needed confrontation with him, in regards to the whole "secretly fucking my wife" thing. As I sat down russian at the kitchen table, and began sizing up my "opponent", I have to admit that I was totally unimpressed by the man that I saw in front of me. Sally's Uncle Jerry was definitely nothing to write home about. In fact, I found it hard to believe that my wife was head-over-heels "in lust" about having sex boy with him. Uncle Jerry was either in his late 40's, or his early-to-mid 50's. It was kind of hard to tell, because he had gone prematurely bald on top, leaving only a broken ring of silver-whitish hair around the perimeter of his large head. He was also at least 50 pounds overweight, or maybe even 60. Look what he’s done to you!” But then, she received an attachment, and she excitedly opened it. But nothing could compare to the girth of Hank's cock. My mouth was watering but I knew I was going to get her back so bad once we went to class. “What?!” I asked him in disbelief. 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