My Husband Fuced Me Over Ch 30

In this chapter, Samantha finally has her child for Robert and Pen. They provide a surprise to her she greatly enjoys. Some other parts of the story arc are addressed. This chapter doesn't contain a lot of sex, but does refer to oral sex, anal sex, group sex, domination, submission and breeding slave sluts. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editorial efforts, making all of my works better. This is a copyrighted work and is not to be edited, altered, changed or published in any other forums in written or any other form. © Copyright, 2025.

My Husband Fucked Me Over, Ch 30

Samantha Delivers Her Baby Girl

I picked up Sally early, driving Pen's Audi. Tommy still looked worried when his mother left, but I told him I fully expected her to be back after her meeting, and then we could also go out to lunch and I had a surprise for everyone.

"What sort of surprise?" Tommy asked.

"A good one. Your life is getting better, Tommy. I expect you to do better. Your mom is going to need a lot of help with Clarice now. She can't screw up, or she goes back to jail, so you need to be the man of the house."

"I will."

"Good lad. We'll see you in a couple of hours. Make sure Clarice is ready to go out for lunch when we get back, say around 10:30, although we might not be back that soon."

"You got it."

I took Sally to her appointment. I asked the probation officer if I could come back while Sally was instructed. "I'd like to know what the rules are, so I can help her remain in compliance."

"Are you her girlfriend?" The PO asked.

"Just a very good friend. Sally saved my life when I was in jail."

"Geez, I know who you are. You're that Samantha person who's been in the news all the time."

"That's right, and Sally warned me I might get shivved in the shower, so I have a vested interest in making sure she does well."

"Sure, that's fine. My name is Jacob Westmore."

"Samantha Ford, but that will be changing soon. I'm giving up my husband's name, since he wasn't much of a husband." I shook his hand.

We had a seat in his office and he went over all of the conditions of her supervision. When he got to the part about where she'd be living, and allowing him access to her living quarters, I pulled out the paperwork for her new apartment.

"Sally will be living here with her children," I said. Sally looked at me. "You needed a permanent place to live. First, last and damage deposit have been paid," I told her. "You'll be responsible for your rent once you start your new job."

"Oh my gosh. You didn't have to do that?"

"I didn't. Robert Taft did. I told you that you had friends now. If you run into a tough spot, you talk to somebody before you do something foolish. I promise, your kids won't starve."

Sally started sobbing, and I held her and gave her a big hug. "How can I ever repay everyone?"

"You already paid. You took a chance on another inmate, and saved her life and the life of my new daughter. There's no price too high for what you did."

Sally gave him the details of her new job, starting on Monday, and gave him Bill's name and phone number to confirm her employment. Jacob eventually got to the monetary aspects of her supervision, restitution, court costs and cost of supervision.

"I'll be paying her restitution in full today. Sally will take care of the rest," I said, pulling out my check book. "Do I make it out to the victim?"

"We try to limit contact between the victim and offender. Make it out to the Department of Corrections, put Sally's DC number on it, and mark it for restitution down on the bottom."

I did that and handed him the check, which he paper clipped to her written monthly report.

"Listen, Sally," Jacob said. "As long as you do what's on these orders, you won't have any problems with me or the Department. It doesn't matter who your officer is, these orders are your guidelines for successfully completing your supervision. Do you have any questions."

"I don't think so."

"Sign down at the bottom that you've been instructed, and I'll make you a copy. I suggest before you leave, you take a couple of monthly reports with you to fill out before your next report day, which will be January sixth, at 10 AM. Here's your appointment card. Call me if you have any further questions. Expect me to verify your address before then with a surprise visit."

"Yes, sir."

Sally signed and Jacob went to make a copy of her orders. She held my hand.

"Thank you so much for helping me," she said.

"You helped me. It's okay. How is work going on your GED?"

"I think I'm ready. I just need to schedule the test. I've taken a couple of mock tests and passed, so I'm hopeful."

"Good."

Jacob came back and handed Sally copies of everything and we took our leave. All told, it had taken ninety minutes. We went back to get Tommy and Clarice, and they all piled in the car.

"Are we going to eat now?" Tommy said.

"Nope, surprise first."

We drove to Sally's new apartment. It was a fairly new apartment complex off Metro Parkway, about a half mile from Bill's new office. Sally could walk to work if need be.

"Who lives here?" Tommy asked.

"We do," Sally said, laughing aloud.

"We do?"

"Yes, Mr. Taft arranged it for us, so you'll thank him properly the next time we see them. Let's go check it out."

Her apartment was on the first floor of the building closest to the playground and pool. Sally took her keys and opened the door to the modest two bedroom apartment. Robert was right, it was sparsely furnished, but it had twin beds and a bureau in the kids room, a queen bed, nightstand and chest of drawers in the master bedroom, a couch and chair and coffee table in the living room, washer and dryer in the utility room, and stove, microwave, fridge and dishwasher in the kitchen. It was missing a TV and any personality, but it would do.

"Golly," Tommy said. "Do we get to use the playground and pool?"

"The playground any time, but you watch Clarice close whenever you go, and never use the pool without me or other responsible adult watching the two of you," Sally said. "I'm not talking about an adult present at the pool, I'm talking about someone specifically looking after you, like me, or a babysitter. Perhaps we can make some friends and one of them can watch you with their own kids, but never without someone else, Tommy. I don't want to lose you or Clarice due to drowning. Understood?"

"Yes, Mom."

"Remember," I said. "You have to help your mom now. She needs to depend on you. Clarice can't look after herself. She needs an older brother."

"I will."

"Good, Let's go eat."

We were close enough to my folks to pick Emma up first, then we went to the Cracker Barrel restaurant near the freeway where we had a lovely lunch. After paying the bill, we had another stop to make.

"Aren't we going back home yet?" Sally asked.

"One more stop, then home."

I drove out to the airport where all of the rental car companies had offices. I'd previously checked prices for a month's rental, and Budget had the best deal on a small SUV for moving their possessions to the new apartment. We all went into the office together, and I rented them the vehicle for the month.

Sally was crying again. I patted her back.

"This is only a months rental. It will get you back and forth to work, to appointments with your PO, and get your things moved. But you'll need your own car. Ask Bill to help you find a sound used car that won't cost an arm and a leg. You can walk back and forth to work, if you need to, and take the taxi or Uber to your PO appointments, but this will get you started until you can get your own."

I sat with her in the car until we were sure she knew where everything was to drive it, then I gave all of them a hug and went home with Emma, leaving them on their own. When I got home, I read a chapter to Emma, then took a nap. Lugging my baby around was starting to take it out of me.

******

Lily's, Cindy's and Mark's training continued on Friday evening and Saturday. I didn't participate at all, instead doing my best to keep Emma occupied. Bill, Mary, Bonnie and Billy came on Saturday. The weather was still nice enough to sit on the beach with Billy and Emma. Stephanie was busy with the training, so Grant was the one who went out with us to keep an eye on things.

While Robert's house was on the Gulf, the beach between the low and high tide lines was considered public beach and there were frequently tourists and residents walking the beach. I didn't pay much attention to it normally, but the second time a young man walked past, I started paying attention to him, because he seemed to be paying attention to me. The fact he'd been by twice wasn't particularly surprising, because if you walked one way, you had to walk the other way to get back to where you came from. I also didn't like that he had a beach bag he was carrying. Beach bags could hold a lot of stuff, not all of it having to do with the beach.

If I weren't eight and a half months pregnant, I might have thought he fancied me, and given him a smile, but I didn't look that pretty at the moment, forget the pregnant 'glow' people talked about.

I said something to Grant. "See the young man in the red board shorts, about fifty feet to our left, walking away?"

"Yeah."

"Keep an eye out if he heads this way again."

"What's up?"

"He seems to be paying far too much attention to the big pregnant lady. I can't be the first one he's ever seen."

Sure enough, he came back around thirty minutes later. We both watched behind our sunglasses. Still paid lots of attention to me, and perhaps Grant, since he was beside me.

"Did they ever capture pot belly's kid, the twenty year old who wasn't home when his dad got arrested?" I asked.

"I don't know."

"Does he have a familial resemblance to Pot Belly, less the belly?"

"Maybe. A little."

"See if you can find out if he ever was?"

Grant started calling. I texted Pen and told her to have Detective Hanson and Stephanie get dressed if they weren't, and for them to watch the beach from inside the house, and for her to come get Emma and Billy.

What's wrong?

Pen texted.

Don't know, maybe nothing. You remember that car who followed a couple weeks ago, something like that. Doesn't mean anything at the moment, but be alert.

Pen did as I requested, coming down for Emma and Billy about ten minutes later. Grant was still on the phone, trying to get answers.

"Is Mark watching?" I asked when Pen got the kids.

"Yes."

"There's a young guy around 20, with red board shorts who's walked by us three times now. I don't know if it means anything, but have Mark keep an eye out for him. If the past is any precedence, he should be back again in fifteen to twenty minutes."

"You got it."

Pen took the kids up to the house. Grant finally finished calling.

"He still seems to be in the wind," he said.

"You know he's probably not going to do anything with you sitting beside me. Have you got a rifle in your kit?"

"Yes."

"Do you think you could pick him off from the widow's walk at this distance?"

"No problem."

"The next time he passes us, if he does, why don't you get it and take station on the walk. Mark and Steph can keep an eye out from the house. Gives you roughly a half hour to get ready before he comes back again."

"Are you armed, in case he doesn't take that long?"

"In my beach bag."

"Take it out and put it under a bit of the beach towel, so it's not visible but handy. Make sure there's a round in the chamber."

I jacked a round into the semi-auto in the beach bag, and pulled it out when there wasn't anyone close and put it under a corner of the huge towel I was sitting on. I was leaning back on my arms, one hand on the gun

As anticipated, he showed up ten minutes after I'd done so, trying to inconspicuously ignore us, and failing. As soon as he was a hundred feet past us, Grant went to the house, hurrying, but not running. Now, I was out there by myself, fat, bloated, looking like an easy target. If he came by me a fifth time, he was going to be surprised.

Damn, he looked more interested when he saw I was alone. My sunglasses helped hide my interest in him. For all he knew, I was looking at this nice sailboat out on the Gulf. When he got even with me, he headed my way. His hands were still empty, so I stayed like I was except sitting up straighter, taking the weight off my arms, assuming Grant had him in his crosshairs at the moment.

"Hey, how far along are you?" He asked.

"About two weeks from popping," I said.

"Boy or girl?"

"Girl. Let me ask you a question. Are you related to the pot bellied, sick son-of-a-bitch that got arrested up near Disney World about four weeks ago?"

The question startled him, totally unexpected. His reaction gave him away though. I looked at him, alert and ready.

He didn't answer. Instead he asked another. "Mind if I take your picture?" He started to reach for his beach bag.

"I mind very much. I don't feel very attractive right now," I said. "If you reach into that bag, you'll regret it."

"Why? You'll throw sand on me?"

"You haven't answered my question. Are you related to the pot bellied little fucker that's probably going to get a lethal injection from the feds? If so, you might want to surrender and spend the rest of your life in prison rather than the alternative?"

"What's the alternative?"

"Dying a pointless death on a sandy beach in Florida on a sunny Saturday. You don't think I've survived eight assassination attempts by being stupid, do you?"

"You can't reach into your beach bag before I do."

"What makes you think I need to reach into my beach bag?" I let the question hang for a several seconds. "There's a cop up at the house. If you set the bag down and raise your hands, he'll take you into custody, and it will all be over."

He finally noticed my hand under the edge of the towel. He looked up at the house.

"Think of your mother, having to mourn your miserable death? Is this the ending that you want her to see for the rest of her life, every time she thinks of the little boy she carried around for nine months? Your cousins are getting life, not the death penalty. Think about it before you do something stupid."

He stood there for thirty seconds, undecided.

"Just lower the bag to the sand, and raise your hands. Trust me, even if you could get your gun out and shoot me before I shot you, there's a rifle trained on you now. You'll never survive. I know what being a mother is like. Let yours spend some time visiting with you while you're in prison, not visiting your grave. Do it for your mother."

I flipped the towel off, showing him the gun. "Please surrender," I said. "I don't want to kill anyone else, but I will. I've got a baby to protect too."

He slowly set the bag down and raised his hands. "Thank you," I said.

Hanson and Stephanie came out of the house, both armed and proceeding carefully. You could hear sirens coming.

"How did you know?" he asked.

"You survive multiple assassination attempts, you get suspicious of anything that's out of place. You were out of place."

"Walking the beach?"

"Coming by so often and so studiously studying us without trying to look like you were studying us. Plus, you look a little like your dad. Was that you following in the white car a couple weeks ago?"

"You spotted me then?"

"I notice shit now that I never used to. It's a function of coming close to dying several times."

"Lie face down on the sand," Mark said. "Put your hands behind you."

"Are you going to read my my rights?"

"I'm out of my jurisdiction. I'll let the Collier County Sheriff deputies read you your rights. I'm not going to question you."

I put my gun back in my beach bag. Grant came out around four minutes later.

"You started to reach in that bag, and I almost pulled the trigger, son," Grant said. "I don't know what she said to make you hesitate, but she saved your life."

"She talked about my mother and dying on a sandy beach in Florida on a sunny Saturday."

"You made the right choice."

Robert led the deputies out onto the beach a couple of minutes later and the young man was led away in cuffs. I didn't even know his name. Of course, we had to talk to another detective, answer more questions, do the same song and dance we'd done before. They allowed us to eat lunch while we were questioned, and of course, I made it onto the news again. Having Detective Harmon there helped. Of course the training got screwed up for a big chunk of Saturday, so they continued the training again on Sunday before Mark felt he was sufficiently trained to handle his switch wife and new submissive.

I got a call from Sahar much later that day, after the news made it to New York, I suppose. It only went national because it was another of the 'Assassin Family' arrested previously.

"Was it Gina Weege?" Sahar asked.

"I don't think so," I responded. "Just a leftover from the originals, the missing son."

"I'll make sure she gets a little warning anyway," Sahar said. "Just in case."

"Nothing too serious."

"Nah. Just a friendly reminder of what she has to lose."

I later heard Gina suffered a broken pinky finger. I guess that was as friendly as Sahar got.

******

Robert and Pen had a little party to ring in the New Year on New Year's Eve. Tony cooked for it, and he was wearing a collar. He looked happy. This party was a little more intimate than Christmas, with only the Smiths and Mary, Ben and Edith, and the two slave sluts. After Tony left, the kids were put to bed, and the slaves stripped off, and everyone who wanted one, got an orgasm to celebrate the passage to 2025. Bonnie gave me mine. I hadn't spoken to her since Christmas.

"You just can't stay out of trouble, can you?" Bonnie asked when she finished, her face smeared with my juices.

"Apparently not," I said.

"It's been a bitch of a year, hasn't it."

"I can't complain too much. A lot went right as well as wrong."

"Thank you for being my friend."

"Thank you for being such a superb pussy pleaser," I teased. She smiled and climbed into Bill's lap, letting him taste my pussy on her face.

Try as I might, I couldn't make it until midnight. I went to bed and sometime much later, felt a female form slide in behind me. I didn't figure out who it was before I slipped back into the arms of Morpheus, just that they encircled me in their arms, their breath soft against my neck.

Right after New Year's when college began again, I put Emma into a pre-school. I arranged for anyone of five people to pick her up. Most of the time, it was Pen who went. I was so tired and worn out, although, sometimes Stephanie went.

On January ninth, around 10 AM, my water broke, about two days before my scheduled due date. Pen and Stephanie whisked me to Naples Community Hospital, calling Robert and Grant to pick up Emma on their way to the hospital. She also called my parents and told them. I was in a pre-birthing room, hooked to a fetal monitor, with Pen by my side, Stephanie seated by the door. Penelope was my breathing coach, encouraging me to pant whenever I had another contraction.

"What are you going to name your daughter?" Penelope asked.

"I'm having it for you, Pen. You and Robert. You should decide. Did he have a name picked out for the child he lost?"

"They were having a boy, so it was a boy's name."

"They must have had one picked out for a girl." Pant, pant, pant, pant. "What do you want to name her. It's your child too."

"I've always liked Ariana," Pen said. "Do you like that name?"

"Ariana is a lovely name. It feels light and airy, almost elfin."

"It does, doesn't it. I'm sure she's going to be a beautiful girl."