August 14, 2024 • 10 mins
Based on a true story. Jason Bouphant gets a call in the middle of the night from a mysterious stranger, claiming to be his wife, Anna's lover. The caller wants Jason to come over to his home address and pick up his wife after he's done with her.
Jason would have loved to gone back to sleep, but knowing Anna's sexual habits, he has no choice but to put on some clothes and head out to wherever his wife is at in town.
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Jason would have loved to gone back to sleep, but knowing Anna's sexual habits, he has no choice but to put on some clothes and head out to wherever his wife is at in town.
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Midnight phone call confession. This is a true story that
happened to me a week ago. I was asleep when
my phone began to ring. Whoever it was was being
persistent as it continued ringing, even as I groaned irritably,
until eventually I did. I didn't recognize the number calling me,
(00:21):
and I was further upset when I saw the time,
one seventeen a m. My voice sounded groggy when I
took the call. Hullo this Jason Boffint. I didn't recognize
the voice either and tried to clear my head to
know what he was calling about. Yeah, speaking, I mumbled,
(00:44):
who's this, I've got your wife? I stopped what you
heard me? White boy? I said that I've got your
bitch here with me. My head was finally clearing. I
say up on the bed and fumbled in the dark
until I found the bedside lamps, which and flooded the
(01:05):
room with light. I was the sole occupant of the
bed and ought to be lying beside me, except she wasn't.
She hadn't returned home since eight o'clock p AM. I
usually don't inquire where she goes because I know i'll
likely not get a reasonable answer. It wasn't the first
time she's done this, but I've never received a call
(01:28):
like this one before. What the fuck are you talking about?
I said, My voice was now devoid of sleep. Who
are you and how did you get my number? How
about you shut up and listen? The voice snapped, and
I fell quiet. Your wife's name is Anna, the man continued.
(01:48):
I know where you live, white boy. I know what
you do for a living, and even the car you drive.
I even know what time you go to bed. What
what I want you to do is drive to my
pad right now and pick up your bitch. She can't
make it home on her own, and I ain't wasting
cab money on her ass. I was stunned beyond words
(02:11):
and felt tongue tied for several seconds while I searched
my head for a response. What have you done with
my wife? The voice replied with a grating laugh. I've
been fucking her. What the fuck do you think, white boy?
You coming by or what? Yeah? I flung the covers
(02:31):
off my body and swung my legs off the bed. Yeah,
I'm coming over. I still don't know who you are
or where you live. You don't need to know me
white boy. I'll text you my address, see you when
you get here. The line went dead. I stood up
(02:52):
from the bed, but made no move at all. I
scratched my head instead. As I pieced together the conversation
I just had with the mystery collar, it sounded more
like a call from a would be kidnapper holding Anna hostage.
Somehow the bloke had had his fill and wanted to
return her without seeking any weird demands. Yeah, this was
(03:15):
fucking weird, all right, but there was only one thing
to do about it. There came a pinging noise in
my phone, and I looked and sat a text message.
True to his word, the mystery man had sent his
address using true caller ID. I acquired the name of
the mystery caller, Marshall Stevens. Never heard of him ever.
(03:41):
The question know was how the fuck did Anna find him?
And where? But that was for later. I grabbed my
T shirt and went to the bathroom to wash my
face after wearing it. Minutes later, I'd worn my jeans
and jacket, grabbed my car keys, got into my car,
and then drove off into the night. The mystery caller,
(04:04):
Marshall Stevens, lived in a housing apartment complex off Fontaine Boulevard,
near the city's Civic Center. I had driven past this
neighborhood several times when heading to my favorite home depot shop.
But that's all I've done, driven by and never stopped.
It wasn't the sort of neighborhood i'd like to find
(04:24):
myself visiting. How Anna came to know someone residing here
was beyond me. But that was Anna. When it comes
to knowing people, especially guys to fuck, she had an
uncanny talent on how to find them. I parked my
car and got out. I adjusted my shirt under my
(04:45):
jacket before heading towards the designated building. It was a
cold night, and I was shivering under my clothes. I
was missing my bed, including the sleep I had been
enjoying before this. I couldn't wait to get done here
and return home. I found the apartment door and knocked.
(05:05):
Who is it? A voice asked, my name is Jason,
and I'm here for my wife. I said a pause,
then a lock turned and the door opened. The black
man was thick, set, his frame nearly filled the doorway.
He wasn't wearing a shirt, and his pants were loose.
(05:26):
He glared at me like I was nothing to him
but an insect. You are the bitch's husband, Yes, I
already told you that, are you, Marshal Nah So your
Anna's cuck boy. The huge fellow grinned at me, then
cocked a thumb over his shoulder and said, Marshal's in
(05:46):
the bedroom, fucking your bitch. Come on, bring your ass
in here. I entered the apartment. The man shut the door,
then led the way towards the bedroom. He introduced himself
as Erin. From where I stood, I could hear the
sex noise happening in there, including the squeaking noise of
(06:08):
the bed. Anna was whimpering and hollering Marshal's name, begging
him to fuck her harder. The sound of their bodies
clashing made me WinCE. I stopped a foot from the
bedroom door as I was frightened to venture further. Mark
laughed as he made past me and went inside the room.
(06:28):
From where I stood, I could make out Marshal's frame
past the doorway as he held Anna's legs while pounding
her hard. His grunts melded with her cries, though hers
were louder. The bed shook and squeaked with each thunderclap
of their body. Marshal's groans were vivid to my ear. Drums,
oh oough, fuck, yah, Whose pussy is this, bitch? Go on,
(06:56):
tell me whose fucking pussy is this? Yours all? It's
all yours. This is Marshal's pussy, right, bitch, Yes, Anna
screamed amid her moans. I'll fuck me, Marshal, fuck my
fucking pussy. This is your pussy. Damn fucking right, it's mine, bitch.
(07:21):
Marshal grunted as he went on firing into my wife.
I swallowed my pride and decided to peek inside the room.
Aside from Anna's legs and arms, I could barely make
her out as Marshal's bulk covered her. Aaron stood near
the top of the bed, thrusting his cock into her
mouth while Marshal kept on with his fucking. He exploded
(07:44):
inside her eventually, and then Aaron came and took his place.
I went and sat in the living room to wait
it out, as it seemed they were far from done.
The time was two eleven a m I was unaware
of when I dozed off. Next thing I knew someone
was tapping my arm and I came awake and saw
(08:05):
it was Anna. She was wearing a pair of leggings
and a T shirt, which she had worn before leaving
the house. Jason, Honey, let's get going, she said. She
sounded tired, which I wasn't surprised by the sex I
had witnessed her having. I came to my feet and
looked at her. You're not wearing your bra, I observed,
(08:29):
it's in my hand bag. She said, Can we go now?
I'm fucking beat. Yeah. Sure. I took her arm and
led her towards the door. Marshal stood by the bedroom
doorway in his pair of boxers. You both take care now,
he said, I'll holler at you later. Babe, yea later,
(08:54):
Anna replied, before following me out of the apartment. I
held her by her waist as we then made it
out of the building. My car was where I had
left it. I was grateful for that. I helped Anna
into the passenger seat and then came around, got behind
the wheel, and started the car. The neighborhood looked sinister
(09:15):
as I drove for home. We said nothing during the drive,
not even when we got home and I helped her
inside the house. I assisted her out of her leggings.
Like with her bra she wasn't wearing her panties either.
Then washed her down in the bathroom, I helped her
into her nightgown, and then we went to bed. The
(09:38):
time was three twenty four a m. Dawn came and
I got up and prepared for work, while Anna remained asleep.
I left her there and carried my tool box with
me to the car and then drove off. I reminded
myself to get to the bottom of whom Marshal Stephen
was and how she had met him.
Midnight phone call confession. This is a true story that
happened to me a week ago. I was asleep when
my phone began to ring. Whoever it was was being
persistent as it continued ringing, even as I groaned irritably,
until eventually I did. I didn't recognize the number calling me,
(00:21):
and I was further upset when I saw the time,
one seventeen a m. My voice sounded groggy when I
took the call. Hullo this Jason Boffint. I didn't recognize
the voice either and tried to clear my head to
know what he was calling about. Yeah, speaking, I mumbled,
(00:44):
who's this, I've got your wife? I stopped what you
heard me? White boy? I said that I've got your
bitch here with me. My head was finally clearing. I
say up on the bed and fumbled in the dark
until I found the bedside lamps, which and flooded the
(01:05):
room with light. I was the sole occupant of the
bed and ought to be lying beside me, except she wasn't.
She hadn't returned home since eight o'clock p AM. I
usually don't inquire where she goes because I know i'll
likely not get a reasonable answer. It wasn't the first
time she's done this, but I've never received a call
(01:28):
like this one before. What the fuck are you talking about?
I said, My voice was now devoid of sleep. Who
are you and how did you get my number? How
about you shut up and listen? The voice snapped, and
I fell quiet. Your wife's name is Anna, the man continued.
(01:48):
I know where you live, white boy. I know what
you do for a living, and even the car you drive.
I even know what time you go to bed. What
what I want you to do is drive to my
pad right now and pick up your bitch. She can't
make it home on her own, and I ain't wasting
cab money on her ass. I was stunned beyond words
(02:11):
and felt tongue tied for several seconds while I searched
my head for a response. What have you done with
my wife? The voice replied with a grating laugh. I've
been fucking her. What the fuck do you think, white boy?
You coming by or what? Yeah? I flung the covers
(02:31):
off my body and swung my legs off the bed. Yeah,
I'm coming over. I still don't know who you are
or where you live. You don't need to know me
white boy. I'll text you my address, see you when
you get here. The line went dead. I stood up
(02:52):
from the bed, but made no move at all. I
scratched my head instead. As I pieced together the conversation
I just had with the mystery collar, it sounded more
like a call from a would be kidnapper holding Anna hostage.
Somehow the bloke had had his fill and wanted to
return her without seeking any weird demands. Yeah, this was
(03:15):
fucking weird, all right, but there was only one thing
to do about it. There came a pinging noise in
my phone, and I looked and sat a text message.
True to his word, the mystery man had sent his
address using true caller ID. I acquired the name of
the mystery caller, Marshall Stevens. Never heard of him ever.
(03:41):
The question know was how the fuck did Anna find him?
And where? But that was for later. I grabbed my
T shirt and went to the bathroom to wash my
face after wearing it. Minutes later, I'd worn my jeans
and jacket, grabbed my car keys, got into my car,
and then drove off into the night. The mystery caller,
(04:04):
Marshall Stevens, lived in a housing apartment complex off Fontaine Boulevard,
near the city's Civic Center. I had driven past this
neighborhood several times when heading to my favorite home depot shop.
But that's all I've done, driven by and never stopped.
It wasn't the sort of neighborhood i'd like to find
(04:24):
myself visiting. How Anna came to know someone residing here
was beyond me. But that was Anna. When it comes
to knowing people, especially guys to fuck, she had an
uncanny talent on how to find them. I parked my
car and got out. I adjusted my shirt under my
(04:45):
jacket before heading towards the designated building. It was a
cold night, and I was shivering under my clothes. I
was missing my bed, including the sleep I had been
enjoying before this. I couldn't wait to get done here
and return home. I found the apartment door and knocked.
(05:05):
Who is it? A voice asked, my name is Jason,
and I'm here for my wife. I said a pause,
then a lock turned and the door opened. The black
man was thick, set, his frame nearly filled the doorway.
He wasn't wearing a shirt, and his pants were loose.
(05:26):
He glared at me like I was nothing to him
but an insect. You are the bitch's husband, Yes, I
already told you that, are you, Marshal Nah So your
Anna's cuck boy. The huge fellow grinned at me, then
cocked a thumb over his shoulder and said, Marshal's in
(05:46):
the bedroom, fucking your bitch. Come on, bring your ass
in here. I entered the apartment. The man shut the door,
then led the way towards the bedroom. He introduced himself
as Erin. From where I stood, I could hear the
sex noise happening in there, including the squeaking noise of
(06:08):
the bed. Anna was whimpering and hollering Marshal's name, begging
him to fuck her harder. The sound of their bodies
clashing made me WinCE. I stopped a foot from the
bedroom door as I was frightened to venture further. Mark
laughed as he made past me and went inside the room.
(06:28):
From where I stood, I could make out Marshal's frame
past the doorway as he held Anna's legs while pounding
her hard. His grunts melded with her cries, though hers
were louder. The bed shook and squeaked with each thunderclap
of their body. Marshal's groans were vivid to my ear. Drums,
oh oough, fuck, yah, Whose pussy is this, bitch? Go on,
(06:56):
tell me whose fucking pussy is this? Yours all? It's
all yours. This is Marshal's pussy, right, bitch, Yes, Anna
screamed amid her moans. I'll fuck me, Marshal, fuck my
fucking pussy. This is your pussy. Damn fucking right, it's mine, bitch.
(07:21):
Marshal grunted as he went on firing into my wife.
I swallowed my pride and decided to peek inside the room.
Aside from Anna's legs and arms, I could barely make
her out as Marshal's bulk covered her. Aaron stood near
the top of the bed, thrusting his cock into her
mouth while Marshal kept on with his fucking. He exploded
(07:44):
inside her eventually, and then Aaron came and took his place.
I went and sat in the living room to wait
it out, as it seemed they were far from done.
The time was two eleven a m I was unaware
of when I dozed off. Next thing I knew someone
was tapping my arm and I came awake and saw
(08:05):
it was Anna. She was wearing a pair of leggings
and a T shirt, which she had worn before leaving
the house. Jason, Honey, let's get going, she said. She
sounded tired, which I wasn't surprised by the sex I
had witnessed her having. I came to my feet and
looked at her. You're not wearing your bra, I observed,
(08:29):
it's in my hand bag. She said, Can we go now?
I'm fucking beat. Yeah. Sure. I took her arm and
led her towards the door. Marshal stood by the bedroom
doorway in his pair of boxers. You both take care now,
he said, I'll holler at you later. Babe, yea later,
(08:54):
Anna replied, before following me out of the apartment. I
held her by her waist as we then made it
out of the building. My car was where I had
left it. I was grateful for that. I helped Anna
into the passenger seat and then came around, got behind
the wheel, and started the car. The neighborhood looked sinister
(09:15):
as I drove for home. We said nothing during the drive,
not even when we got home and I helped her
inside the house. I assisted her out of her leggings.
Like with her bra she wasn't wearing her panties either.
Then washed her down in the bathroom, I helped her
into her nightgown, and then we went to bed. The
(09:38):
time was three twenty four a m. Dawn came and
I got up and prepared for work, while Anna remained asleep.
I left her there and carried my tool box with
me to the car and then drove off. I reminded
myself to get to the bottom of whom Marshal Stephen
was and how she had met him.
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