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