I Caught My Boyfriend Taking Cock Pt 1

I heard the bed squeaking. I opened the door and saw Scott pounding my boyfriend from behind. Scott jumped up and my boyfriend tried to hide.
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I was driving down I-75 and it had literally become a trip through hell on earth. A trip that would normally take 8 or 9 hours had stretched already into 13 with no end in sight.
I had left Detroit that morning at 6 AM and I’d been on the road ever since. I had told my cousin that I’d arrive in Nashville in the early afternoon but it was 6 PM and I was still on the road, somewhere between Lexington and Richmond in Kentucky.
Just across the Ohio border I had run into construction, my first delay. On the other side of Toledo there was a massive accident that took forever to clear, my second delay. In Dayton, it seemed as if the entire stretch of highway through the city was undergoing reconstruction and traffic was like something from a third world country. Now, outside of Richmond in Kentucky, traffic was at a virtual standstill, the radio stations all sucked and I was running low on gas. The first day of my new life was a total disaster.
I had left Detroit to escape a relationship followed by a bad breakup. Scott and I had lived together for 2 years. Actually, he was the reason I’d moved to Detroit in the first place. From the very first I had loathed the city. It was an urban war zone, miles of abandoned and rotting houses. I’d grown up in the country and the only countryside I could see were weed grown vacant lots and the only wildlife had four legs and a long scaly tail.
Everything worked fine at first, and then Scott lost his job. At first...