When Nick Benson walked into my office I knew that it was a matrimonial job, I could smell it. I hate doing that kind of work but it pays the bills. Being a private d!ck might seem glamorous to some people but that’s only if you like sitting in a car watching a house for 12 hours at a stretch.
Fortunately, there are benefits, occasional some presentable young woman can’t afford my fees and after a little negotiation, I settle for a blow job or a good f*ck. Of course, I can’t do that too often or I would go broke but I still prefer to see a woman’s hand going up and down my cock more than seeing her using it to count out money.
I guess about half my clients are women who suspect their husbands of playing away but then there are guys like Nick, who feel their wives are having a bit on the side. He provided me with the usual photo, car license number and the address of a dance class where he thought she was spending too much time. There was also a short list of men he thought she might be attracted to. He gave me a long spiel of how he’d always been faithful to her except for that one incident in the back of his car in Cleveland. On the surface, it looked like another one of those boring cases watching some doorway hour after hour and taking the occasional video or photo.
Ten minutes after he left the office things changed dramatically. There was a knock at the door and when I shouted “door’s open,” in waltzed Mrs. Benson, Mrs. Rachel Benson.
“That was my husband that just left your office wasn’t it,” she shouted, even though we were barely two feet apart.
“I’m sorry,” I replied, “but I can’t comment on my clients, it’s all very confidential.”
“Don’t f*ck me around,” she snapped, “I know it was him, I should be able to recognize my own f*cking husband.”
“Then why did you ask?”
“I followed the bastard here because he’d circled your name in the classifieds,” she said, adjusting her short skirt as she sat down across from me. “I have no idea why he suspects me of f*cking around, I have never ever been unfaithful to him whereas he was once arrested in Cleveland for f”cking a prostitute in the back of his car.”