Not much sex in this one but all persons who do have sex in this fictional story are over 18 years of age.
My wife Amy told me that she had to go out of town for a training the Monday after Halloween and wouldn't be back until Friday. She had worked for the same insurance firm for the last six years and had never once had to go out of town. She was an administrative assistant. What sort of training could she need?
"Ames what kind of training is it?" I asked.
"It's for the new claims reporting system we will be using." she said matter of factly.
"Do you want me to take a video of the boys' basketball games for you so you can watch them when you get back?"
"That'd be great, Honey. Thank you." Amy said before kissing my cheek.
The weather was unusually warm so the boys, Tommy and Dave, had been running around the neighborhood with their friends all weekend. That left Amy and I plenty of alone time and she was all over me every time they left the house.
"I've never been away from you for so long Tom. I want to make sure that you know I'm going to miss you." she said smiling before kneeling down and taking my cock in her mouth.
Amy had few inhibitions when it came to our sex life. She rarely said no to sex and was usually the instigator of our encounters. We had sex a minimum of four times a week throughout our marriage even after the boys came. Most of the time I was the one to tap out first when our sessions would turn into marathons.
I'm sure Amy and her colleagues would go out to enjoy the city after their training ended for the day. There would be opportunities for someone to 'slip her a micky' and take advantage of her if she wasn't careful and I wouldn't be there looking out for her. Probably just paranoia but this was our first time being apart and I was very nervous about this trip.
As if reading my mind Amy looked in my eyes and tried reassuring me: "Tom, my friends will look out for me and I'll look out for them. I'm certainly not looking for any strange. I love you so much that I want to be intimate every time we're together. I would hope you feel that way too."
"I do Ames, we've just never been apart for a whole week in the eleven years we've been married and I'm going to miss you."
"I'll miss you too, Lover. You'd better make sure to stay hydrated next week because when I get back we aren't leaving the bedroom all weekend." Amy said with an evil smirk.
"We do have two little boys with curious minds that live with us, you know." I informed her laughing.
"Maybe they should go visit Grandma and Grandpa next weekend." she said with the same smirk.
"I think that's a plan."
On Monday I took Amy to the airport and we kissed a long goodbye. She promised to call once she'd got settled into her hotel.
Several hours after her flight was due to land I hadn't heard anything from her. I checked the airline's website and the plane had landed on time. I called her cell phone and it went straight to voicemail.
I called Wendy, her friend that she worked with and asked her if she'd seen Amy at the hotel they were all staying at for the training. She told me that Amy had gotten off the plane and told her boss that she had an emergency before going off to baggage claims. She wasn't sure where she'd gone after picking up her bags.
What the hell was going on. I called Amy's phone every half an hour but she never answered. I told my boss what had happened and asked him for the rest of the day off. He told me to leave and to please keep him informed about Amy.
I went home and checked the answering machine to see if she'd called that. Nothing. I called my parents and told them what was going on and asked them to pick the boys up from school because I may need to fly out since something had happened to Amy.
She had just vanished. No one had any communication with her. I flew to Tampa, where her training was being held, the following day and spoke to her colleagues but they'd heard nothing from her as well. I contacted the Tampa police, told them what had happened, left a picture of her with them and went back to my hotel.
I did everything I could think of to find her. The police had nothing. Airport security cameras showed her getting into an Uber alone with her bags and leaving. After four days, having exhausted all means to find her, I reluctantly flew back home.
My mom and dad brought the boys back home once I got back. The atmosphere in the house was like someone had died. The boys cried and hung all over me when I told them that mommy wouldn't be home for awhile. They'd picked up on the atmosphere too and were scared.
A week went by and no Amy. I phoned the Tampa police every day but they had no new information on her.
Friday almost two weeks after Amy had left home the lieutenant who was working Amy's case called and asked me if she had any tattoos. I told him that she had one of a rose on her left calf.
There was a pregnant pause until the lieutenant spoke with a sadness in his voice that I immediately recognized. All he got out was "Mr. Wilson" and I broke down in tears. My mother had to take the phone and get the details from the officer. They wanted me to come to Tampa and identify the body.
Everyone in the house was in denial. To a person we all had hope that it wasn't her. I made arrangements to fly out in the morning and put the boys to bed. I didn't get much sleep that night. In the morning, after I had packed, my dad asked if I'd like him go with me. I told him that I wanted he and mom to be home for the boys.
I landed in Tampa and went straight to the police station. I explained who I was and what I was there for. The officer at the desk told me that the morgue was two blocks down the street. I walked there in the Florida sun thinking how much Amy would've liked to have gone to the beach in the afternoons when her trainings had let out for the day.
At the morgue I was taken downstairs and signed in. A medical examiner walked me to a drawer and pulled it open revealing a body underneath a white sheet. The examiner explained to me before exposing the body that the woman here had been raped and badly beaten and even if it was my wife she wouldn't look like herself.
He then pulled the sheet back and I was horrified. The love of my life had been so badly beaten that her eyes were swollen, her nose was broken and her jaw was misaligned looking like it had been broken as well. There were bruises all over her arms and neck.
I broke down in sobs and fell to my knees. How could anyone do this to her? What kind of person was out there that could beat a mother of two little boys to death?
The examiner brought me back to the present asking me if the body was my wife. I asked to see her left calf and there was her rose tattoo. I was barely able to speak but managed to tell him that it was indeed my Amy. She was gone.
I then tried to get myself back together, the body would need transported back home. There was a funeral to arrange. I needed to phone my parents and let them know the sad truth that Amy was gone. Amy's parents had both died before we'd met and she had no siblings so there was no one to notify on her side.
I walked back to the police station and demanded to know if they were going to do anything about a wife and mother being murdered in their town. I vented to each person that came to speak with me. They all spoke to me calmly and were all very understanding. They knew why I was so angry.
