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The Dumpster Files: Hailee

Hailee has to admit something and get it off her chest; what better way than putting it online?

I know this sounds bad, and I know I am a horrible person, but I have to get this off my chest. What other way to get it out in the open than online, right? So here it goes, my name is Hailee, and I am a cum dumpster for a man that is not my husband. I did not intend for this to happen, and truth be told, before all of this, I was a loyal and faithful wife. I should start at the beginning. It all started three years ago.

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“Fuck yes!” Michael grunted as I felt him cumming. “Fuck!”

“Now, I need to take a shower,” I smiled.

“Yeah, I can join you,” Michael grinned.

“No, first you can throw that away,” I said as I watched him take off the condom. “Last time you left it in the bed.”

“Well if you would let me,” Michael started to say as I got to the bathroom.

“Nope,” I shook my head.

Michael and I have been married for almost five years, and before he cheated on me with his ex-girlfriend, I would let him cum inside me, but because of his betrayal, I told him he would never do it again; that was part of my deal with him not to get a divorce.

I forgave him and promised never to bring it up again. He would pay for us to move to another part of the country far away from his ex-girlfriend and always use protection. He didn’t help much with the first part, so the second part was set in stone.

My money and my job helped us move from Nevada to Florida, and it was mostly my salary that got us this nice house.

Sure, we were living way beyond our means, but I liked it in this neighborhood, and I was already told that the next promotion would be mine, which meant a larger salary and a company car.

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“Hailee,” our neighbor said as I got out of my car.

“Today is the big day for you guys,” I smiled.

“Yeah, Michigan here we come,” Lauren grinned.

Lauren had told me she hated the big move, but her husband Mitch had been promoted, and the pay raise would allow Lauren to stay at home with their kids and homeschool them, something she had wanted to do since they were born.

The moving truck had left two days ago, and they were going to drive up there today. “We better get on the road,” Mitch waved at me.

“Nice meeting you,” I hugged Lauren. “Good luck!”

I worked at a large accounting firm, but unlike most of the other workers, I mostly worked in Human Resources and Payroll.

The day crawled along, and like most days, it ended with me going down the elevator and walking toward my car in the above-ground parking lot.

“Hailee!” Anthony shouted.

“What Anthony?” I asked without stopping.

“I just wanted to walk you to your car,” Anthony smiled.

“Thank you,” I shook my head. “But there are cameras everywhere, and I carry my gun all the time, and it’s loaded.”

“I know, but can’t a fellow coworker walk you to your car for simple conversation?” Anthony asked.

“Yeah, if that coworker wasn’t always trying to hit on the other,” I turned to face him. “And if he could stare at her face and not her cleavage!”

“I can do that,” Anthony smiled as he looked at me.

“I can see through your sunglasses,” I scoffed. “Remember, I work for HR!”

“We aren’t on work premises,” Anthony shrugged. “The office is across the street, and you have no proof of harassment.”

“I didn’t say you were harassing me; I simply stated that you…” I stopped again. “Have a nice day. Thank you for your offer and care for my safety, but I am good.”

Anthony had been hitting on me since I started here. I am sure he meant no harm, but it became annoying.

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“One day I should come and pick you up,” Michael said.

“Why?” I asked.

“Show him that you have a man,” Michael smiled.

“I doubt he will care,” I laughed.

The thought of my nerdy-looking husband coming to pick me up and save me from Anthony made me laugh.

“What,” Michael said. “You don’t think I can protect my woman?”

“Open this,” I handed Michael a jar of spaghetti sauce.

I watched as Michael strained to open the bottle. “Allie gave me it, I love her homemade sauce,” I folded my arms and looked at him, straining to open it. “Allie’s sixty,” I shrugged as I took it from him and twisted the cap open.

“I loosened it up for you,” Michael said.

“Uh huh,” I smiled. “Go set the table,” I shooed him away.

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“That was fast,” I said to myself a few days later.

I saw the for-sale sign outside the neighbor’s house was taken down.

“Did you see the sale sign is down?” I asked Michael as I entered the house.

He pointed to his earbuds.

Michael worked from home and was usually on some call or video conference.

“One day,” I said as I walked around and picked up things. “Just one day I would like it if you picked up after yourself!”

Again, Michael furiously pointed to his earbuds. “I am not your mother!” I yelled.

“Sorry guys, I have to go,” Michael said.

He turned off the call and stared at me. “I am trying to get promoted to senior analyst!” Michael explained. “That means I am constantly on conference calls, video calls, monitoring situations, and on the phone throughout the day. I can pick up things after I am done!”

“Constantly, huh?” I asked.

I noticed the blue flashing light on his game console. I snatched up the controller. Sure enough, as I turned on the television, there was a paused screen on one of his favorite games. “Look, all your buddies are online, and wait, are they in a group?”

I knew Michael was talking to them on his earbuds. He probably heard my car door slam, turned off the television, and started pretending he was on a work call.

“I can,” Michael started to say.

I held my finger up and called Molly, one of my friends. “Hey Molls,” I said as she picked up. “Is Paul playing Legions?” I stared at Michael. “Oh, he is, and he was just talking to Michael,” I nodded and tilted my head as I looked at my lying husband. “Oh, they have been playing ALL day. Thank you!”

I hung up the phone. “Pick up your shit!” I yelled at him and threw his controller onto the couch. “I am not your fucking mother!”

“You act like her,” Michael muttered.

“What was that?” I came back into the room from the kitchen.

“Nothing,” Michael replied.

“Thought so!”

I didn’t know why I expected anything different from Michael. He was the same man I had married, the same man I fell in love with. At first, I liked his childish nature, his random quirks, and his ability to quote famous lines from most of my favorite sci-fi movies.

I had changed, not him. How could I be mad at the person I had married staying the same? I had always heard of couples drifting apart. One person started to change, and the other stayed the same. I always said it wouldn’t happen to me, that no matter what, I would find a way to make it work.

Looking at Michael playing his video games as I worked on a few things made me wonder if I could really be happy with the way things were he had cheated on me. Yes, I told him I had forgiven him, but it still lingered at the back of my mind.

Michael’s ex was just like him. They went to comic cons together, loved playing video games, and would stay up days on end binge-watching sci-fi movies.

Michael said that he loved that I acted more mature, kept a clean house, and kept him in line, but now I felt more like the person who cleaned up after him, paid the bills, and did everything else to be the adult of the house while he had fun.

I heard a truck backing up.

‘No way,’ I thought.

I walked outside and saw a moving truck backing into the neighbor’s driveway.

“Hi,” a tall young black man waved.

“Hi,” I waved back.

“Didn’t wake you, did I?” he walked over to me.

“No, didn’t think someone would be moving in so fast,” I said.

“Oh,” he grinned. “Yeah, I bought it last week.”

“I am sorry,” I apologized. “I didn’t mean to pry.”

“No, it’s your neighborhood, you have a right to know who is living next to your family, your kids and ….”

“Nope,” I shook my head. There are no kids, just me and….” I looked inside and saw Michael playing his video game and drinking Mountain Dew. “Just the one kid.”

The young man looked inside. “Your husband?” he asked.

“That will be him,” I sighed.

“Isn’t it a bit late to ….” He started to say. “None of my business.”

“It is, and if I don’t go in there, he will be playing all night,” I said.

“Drake,” he introduced himself.

“Hailee,” I said as we shook hands.

“Nice meeting you,” he smiled as he went back to the movers who were unpacking his things.

“Turn it off, now!” I yelled as I closed the door.

“But I was so close to a new achievement!” Michael whined.

“You are thirty-seven!” I exclaimed. “Please act like it!”

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I woke up to the sound of a lawn mower.

“It’s Sunday,” I whined.

“I know,” Michael said.

I lay still for a moment, and then my brain finally figured it out. ‘If Michael was lying next to me, who was mowing our lawn?’

I looked out the window and saw Drake on a riding mower going across both our lawns. I quickly got dressed in my home attire and sped down the stairs.

“No!” I yelled as I went out the back door.

Drake had on large headphones and was nodding his head as he went back and forth across the backyards.

I waved at him as he made his return trip.

“Hailee,” he said as he made his next pass. “Figured I would do both at the same time,” he shrugged.

“Thanks, but I can’t in good conscious allow you to do that,” I said.

‘Damn,’ I thought as I looked at him without a shirt on. The young man had muscles on top of muscles.

Drake moved in three weeks ago, and I have been checking him out ever since. I have seen him jogging through the neighborhood and working out on his back deck many times.

“Then in good conscious, if you do the edging I will do the mowing,” Drake smiled.

“That I can do,” I smiled.

After mowing the lawn, Drake came into the house and helped me hang a ceiling fan. Then he helped me with other things I wanted to do around the house while Michael sat in front of the television.

“Thank you,” I said as we finished everything. “How can I pay you back?”

“I am glad you asked,” Drake said, holding up a cookbook.

We were in the kitchen. Drake had just finished helping me install a disposal under the kitchen sink.

“Ah,” I nodded. “The way to the heart,” I smiled.

“Yup,” Drake grinned.

“Deal,” I smiled. “Pick something in there you would like, and I will make it and bring it over, say next Sunday?”

I was flirting; the two of us had been flirting all day. It was innocent flirting, but it was definitely flirting. Now, I was bending over the kitchen island and looking at another man’s crotch while my husband was in the living room.

“Found it,” Drake said as he pointed out a dish.

“Okay,” I smiled. “And dessert?”

“I thought you were coming to bring it?” Drake said.

“I am but…” I stopped as I figured out what he meant. “You are so BAD!”

“I haven’t been bad yet,” Drake smiled as he opened the back door. “See you Sunday.”

I stood in my kitchen. My chest was heaving up and down, and my heart rate was through the roof. I rushed into the living room.

“Upstairs, now!” I yelled at Michael.

“What did I do?” Michael asked.

I grabbed his arm and pulled him. “Now!”

While Michael reaped the benefits of me being hornier than I had been in years, it didn’t sate the hunger that I felt for my young neighbor.

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“That’s Cazper!” Molly said as she looked out my window at my Drake working out on the deck.

“Casper!” I corrected.

“No, Cazper,” Kylie corrected me. “He spells it with a Z, it’s a play on the friendly ghost.”

“Okay,” I shook my head. “And who is he?”

“Oh, my god!” Molly yelled. “Just because you don’t have kids doesn’t mean you should be out of touch with all the music.”

Chloe pulled out her phone. “Cazper!” she showed me his profile on social media.

“A DJ?” I asked after reading it.

“Not just a DJ,” Molly said. “My son has some of his playlists on repeat!”

“He plays other people’s music,” I shrugged. “Big deal!”

“No, it’s a real big deal,” Kylie said. “How often can you listen to the same songs on repeat?”

“Not long,” I admitted.

“Remember when we went to that club for my birthday, and you said the DJ was lame for playing the same songs over and over?” Chloe asked.

“Yeah,” I stated. “Oh!”

“Finally, she gets it,” Molly laughed. “He is really good!”

“His mixes are out of this world!” Kylie said as she looked out the window.

“Club Onyx hired him, and they’re paying him buco bucks!” Chloe said as she looked out the window. “My god, his body looks like it was sculpted from Onyx!”

“All of us are married!” I said. “Stop looking!”

“You’re right,” Chloe said. “I have to go home now.”

“Same here,” Molly agreed.

They all left, and I immediately went into Michael’s office. “What?” he asked as I approached him.

Michael reaped the benefits of my attraction to Drake for the second time in two days.

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“That was,” Drake said after he ate dinner.

I had made what he wanted, and I had never seen a man eat like he did. I thought I would have leftovers, but Drake had eaten most of it and then put some in his fridge.

“I am glad you liked it,” I smiled.

“I thought your husband would have come,” Drake said.

“Nope, he is with friends,” I shrugged. “Some online party, or game thing.”

I told Michael he could go just because I knew I wanted to spend alone time with Drake.

“Ah,” Drake smiled.

We walked into the living room. “I saw you by the way,” Drake said.

“Saw me?” I asked.

“You and your friends,” he smiled as he looked out the window to the deck. “Looking at me.”

“Oh,” I said, slightly embarrassed. “You looked good working out and they told me all about you. My famous DJ neighbor.”

“And?” Drake asked.

“You look good for thirty-one,” I smiled.

“And you look good for thirty-seven,” Drake said.

“Thank you,” I smiled.

“I want to show you something,” Drake said, standing up and walking into the room we had made into the office at our house.

Drake had turned this room into a small studio with his mix board and other things. “Very nice setup,” I said as I looked at everything.

“That’s not what I want to show you,” Drake said as he grabbed me by the waist and moved me slightly closer to the board. “Now, what do you see?”

“I have no idea how any…” I started to say, then I looked up. I could see straight into Michael’s office.

I could see his computer, under his computer and everything.

Drake was standing behind me. “That’s what I meant, when I said I saw you,” he whispered in my ear.

I remembered that day. I had gone into the office, got down on my knees, and sucked Michael’s cock, right there under his desk. Then Michael bent me over his desk and fucked me.

“I can,” I started to say.

“Don’t,” Drake said, his hands still on my hips. “Just answer one question,” he said, moving his hands around my back and then around to my bare stomach. I had worn my white skirt and top.

“Okay,” I said in barely a whisper as his hands traced the underside of my breasts.

I could feel his hard cock pressing against my ass.

“What were you thinking about while you sucked his cock?” Drake whispered and then sucked on my earlobe.

I closed my eyes as the fire inside me was roaring hot.

“I can’t say,” I shook my head.

‘I have to go; tell him you have to go!’ the thought inside my head was telling me to leave.

“Say it,” Drake cupped my breasts with his big, strong hands.

“I was thinking and hoping it was your cock,” I said.

The words flew out of my mouth. I breathed heavily as if it had taken all my effort to say them.

“What do you want now?” Drake asked.

I turned around and dropped to my knees.

“This,” I said as I quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled out his thick, long cock. “My god!”

It was much longer than Michaels and a lot thicker.

I took it into my mouth without even thinking about it or second-guessing it.

“Oh, so fucking good,” Drake said as he held the back of my head. “Suck it!”

I was sucking it, and I was giving it my all.

“Fuck yes!” Drake yelled as he started to fuck my face. “I knew you wanted this!”

I was sucking another man’s cock. I felt every inch of his cock in my mouth; I felt it throbbing and the rigid feel and texture of it against my tongue.

“Fuck yeah!” Drake shouted as he put one foot on his chair and throat fucked me.

I had never had a cock so far down my throat.

“Oh, that’s right, you white bitch!” Drake said. “Throat this fucking black cock!”

I felt the length of his cock filling and expanding my throat as Drake throat fucked me.

“Oh, hubby is home,” Drake grinned as he looked down at me.

He released me, and I stood up.

Michael had returned home and was in his office. I had left my phone in the living room. I tried to pull away from Drake’s grip.

“Don’t worry, he can’t see you,” Drake laughed as he lifted my skirt. “I tinted the windows, I can see out, but no one can see in.”

“No, please,” I pleaded as Drake bent me over the large mix table.

“You could leave if you really wanted to,” Drake said as he pulled my panties down. “Do you?”

I felt the thickness of the head of his cock as he rubbed it up and down.

“No,” I shook my head.

“I saw you tell him to put a rubber on, before he fucked you,” Drake said. “Do you want me to?”

“No,” I shook my head again.

“Why not?” Drake asked as he squeezed my exposed tits.

“Your cock is better!” I shouted as Drake pushed his cock into me.

I screamed loud as he fucked me. I watched Michael look directly out the window and at me, unable to see through the tinted glass. If he could see through it, he would see his wife being taken and fucked by a black man.

“Fuck me!” I yelled with my face pressed against the glass.

Drake moved me close to the glass as Michael came outside and talked with a neighbor directly outside the window.

I heard Michael talking to Reggie, our other neighbor, about the football game they had been playing online.

I saw Michael’s face repeatedly looking in my direction. My face, tits, and stomach pressed against the glass as Drake fucked me from behind.

“Glad I paid top-notch money to that company to soundproof this room,” Drake laughed as he deep stroked his cock in and out of me. “Or your husband would hear you screaming like a banshee!”

“Fill me again!” I begged.

Drake had cum in me once already, and I had missed the feeling of cum being shot inside me.

“Look at him!” Drake held my head against the glass. “Tell him who is about to cum in his pussy!”

I stared at Michael as he talked to the neighbor. I saw my husband’s blonde hair and green eyes. As if he knew I was looking at him, he stared right at the window and into my eyes. I stared into those eyes as Drake pushed his cock deep inside me.

“Our black neighbor is cumming inside me Michael!” I yelled. “His cock is bigger, better than yours and he is cumming so deep inside me and I want him to!”

“When do you want me to?” Drake squeezed my tits.

“Whenever you want,” I turned around and fell to my knees, and took his softening cock in my hands.

I stroked his cock with my hands. “I want your cum!”

I slapped his cock between my tits and stroked them up and down. “Get it hard for me and fuck me again!” I yelled up at him. “Make me your cum slut!”

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Well, that’s how it got started. It continues to this day. It has been almost three years since that fateful day, and I have been secretly going over to Drake’s house and getting filled with his cum nearly daily.

In three years, Drake has never stroked his cock; that’s what I am here for, I swallow or have him dump his cum into me in any of my holes, and Michael is none the wiser.

That’s a text from Drake now. He wants me to come to the club. He must need to dump some more cum before he goes on for his set. I better go. I don’t want to miss this; I never miss a chance to swallow or take his cum.

Please don’t come looking for me or try telling my husband. All of these names are not real. And I didn’t move from Nevada or live in Florida. Everything is made up except for the events. I could be your neighbor. You will never know.

Thanks for reading my dumpster file.

Bye Hailee

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