"I'm fucked," I said, as the cell door clanked behind me. "Not yet, but you will be," came a voice from the lower bunk.
I had just been booked in the County lockup after being arrested for embezzlement. I had stolen $25, 000 from the firm I worked for.
I had a wife with rich tastes and a mistress with even richer tastes. What is a guy supposed to do.
I'm Richard Egan an unfaithful husband and father of three. Two girls and a boy. I made the mistake of marrying the first girl that ever deep throated my cock.
Sherry and I met in college and I fucked her on our first date. She had dated my roommate, and he extolled me with stories of what a great fuck she was, which proved true, she was an even better cocksucker.
I was in lust, which I mistook for love. We fucked like rabbits and were married soon after graduation. I had scored a job with the prestigious firm of Seymour, Block, and Finch an investment counselling service.
Since I was an entry level employee, my salary was not great, but had good potential. Sherry started spending as if my salary had reached that potential. And the children arrived in rapid succession.
Soon my debts began building. My problems were exacerbated when I took on a mistress name Gisele. All the guys in the office had mistresses, even the head man, Mr. Finch. It was like a badge of honor and a sign you had made it in the investment world.
Trouble was, Gisele had even richer tastes that Sherry.
Sherry had taken on a lover, so my extramarital affair with Gisele was made easier. After meeting Gisele, I realized my feelings for Sherry were in the form of pure lust. Those feelings were offset by my desire for Gisele.
But I digress, I just realized what my cellmate had just said, as his words sunk in.
I peered at the man sitting on the lower bunk and saw a big tough looking guy capable of chewing me up and spitting me out. I trembled, as a cold chill ran through me. His word kept running through my mind as a smirk crossed his face.
"After lights out, I'm going to fuck you, but you will suck my cock first," he said.
"Look I'm not queer or homo," I responded.
"Neither am I," he laughingly replied.
I began to shake contemplating his words.
Not another word was spoken by either of us until our evening meal arrived. I asked the guard delivering the food if there was any word on my bail. He said bail would be set by the Judge at my arraignment the following day. That meant I had to spend the night in jail for sure. I was shaken by the news.
My cellmate only grinned.