Chapter three is here! Hope you're liking the story so far. More to come soon. As always, comments are welcome, but abuse will be deleted. More sexy situations in this installment and a little scariness to go with it. Enjoy!
Sam awoke the next morning, as he always did, about ten minutes before his alarm went off at six am. His waking thought was that the activities of the previous few days were just a dream, an erotic nightmare that no one in their right mind would believe to be reality. The soreness in his hands and right knee, however, confirmed the actions of last night were no apparition. Sam looked to the other side of the king-size bed and saw his wife, Veronica, nude and slumbering quietly, her sexy ass bared in the rising sunlight peeking through the gap in the dark blue curtains that covered the master bedroom window.
He smiled as he recalled the proceedings after the fight with Erickson and following conversation with Veronica. She had done what he had asked, what he had in effect demanded. She had stripped the bed of the sheets and comforter where she had laid with Erickson while Sam laid dying in the desert then disposed of the linens in the trash receptacle. Veronica then scrubbed herself of Johnny's stench in the shower for a good thirty minutes, cleansing herself of any remnant of the hulking adulterer that Sam had vanquished.
Veronica had not only showered, but she also dried and styled her blazing red hair, reapplied her makeup and spritzed herself with Sam's favorite perfume. She covered the bed with new clean sheets and a different comforter, then defied Sam slightly as she put on a pair of black stilettos that accentuated her legs and ass as she stood and was sure to drive her husband wild in bed. She then laid down on the fresh bedding and waited for Sam to come into the room.
Sam took his time finishing his first scotch on ice then poured one more. He felt sufficiently tipsy after the first stiff drink and the two previous beers, but he wanted to make sure his buzz would remain for a while. After nursing the last drink for twenty more minutes, Sam took the last swallow then rose from his seat at the dining room table. On slightly wobbly legs, he made his way through the kitchen and living room then climbed the steps to his second-floor bedroom where he assumed Veronica was waiting for him.
His assumption was correct and his vision, minusculely blurred by alcohol and exhaustion, made out the image of Veronica laying seductively on the bed, nude except for a shiny pair of black heels on her feet and a devilish smile painted on her face. Sam felt his erection immediately grow and tent the black tuxedo pants he had been gifted by Phineas, his impish savior. Removing his new clothes, Sam's hardness became prominent in Veronica's sight, lit by three scented candles on the headboard.
"Sam!" Veronica gasped as she peered at her husband's engorged member. "Is that really... I mean... It's... Big! I've never seen you so... so big!"
Sam looked down at his stiffening manhood and grinned. Lilith had also given him a gift, one that he had shared with it and now proposed to share with and reclaim his sexy wife. "Too much for you?" he asked her with a quick wink.
"Well, no," Veronica stammered, never taking her eyes off the pole that led Sam's way into the bedroom. "It's just... Did you take a bunch of blue pills or something?"
"Let's say it was a gift and leave it at that," Sam replied and stepped toward her. Veronica knee-walked on the bed and met Sam at the edge. He said nothing, only allowed her to take his rigid cock into her mouth. He pushed forward slightly and made sure he reached the back of her throat. He felt Veronica involuntarily swallow and knew that he was touching the spot where her tonsils would be if she hadn't had them surgically removed when she was a child. Sam moved back and Veronica drew in a heavy breath when her larynx and mouth emptied. She grasped his shaft and began to pump him while swirling her tongue and lips over his bulbous head.
After the mind-blowing sex session with Lilith, Sam thought he could pound Veronica's slickness forever and he was eager to find out. He slipped out of Veronica's fist then turned her around on the bed, her curvaceous ass inviting him to enter. He laid his fully engorged dick on her ass then tapped lightly with it before finding her pink slit and sliding himself all the way into her in one stroke.
Veronica cried out in a mixture of pleasure and discomfort as Sam filled her completely. He began to work in and out of her and felt himself hitting her tight cervix. Sam pulled all the way out of Veronica's stretched opening then slammed back in. Veronica cried out with each thrust. Sam was reclaiming her, but he was not making love to her. Sam was fucking his cheating wife with fury and planned to take every part of her.
"Sam... Oh, God... It's... I can't take it anymore..." Veronica struggled to make herself heard between her own panting and Sam's punishing thrusts. She grasped the bedspread and sheets with both hands then bit down on the comforter to stifle her passionate screams. Sam felt her inner contractions as his wife came hard on his large shaft. She thrashed on their marital bed as her pleasure waves tore through her trembling body. As her orgasm subsided, she swept her red hair from her face and took a deep breath. But Sam was not finished with her.
Veronica's conquering husband slipped out of her temporarily then flipped her on her back. Grabbing both ankles, Sam thrust both of her legs apart and up, pointing her four-inch heels to the stucco ceiling. He slid himself into her once more and started anew his pummeling of her pussy, now flashing red and swollen from the workout. Sam felt Veronica's legs shiver as her body let go once more and she placed an exclamation point on her second wild orgasm of the night by squirting on Sam's crotch and the bed underneath her, a first for her.
As Sam felt Veronica let go with her wetness, he felt his own fluids rise and prepared to unleash his manly torrent deep inside her. Just before his orgasm washed over him, he reached down and grasped Veronica by the throat. Not intending to cut off her air supply, he pushed his thumb and index finger on either side of her neck, applying pressure and slightly constricting the blood flow from her carotids. They had learned that this intensified her orgasms twice over and Sam felt Veronica's third throe like he had touched a downed power line. They climaxed together in deadly bliss then Sam collapsed on top of her, his face resting between her ample C cups.
He said nothing as he removed himself from her well-used slit. Sam heard Veronica moan once more as his flaccidity slipped from her. She attempted to catch her breath as Sam climbed from her. Eyes slammed closed; she did not see the smirk on her husband's face as he stood. Nor did she hear the slight chuckle as Sam walked to the attached bathroom to clean himself of their conjoined fluids. He had won the battle and claimed the spoils.
Now, a scant five hours later, a groggy Sam Bailey took one more glance and his worn-out sleeping wife then exited the bedroom to wander downstairs to get his day started. As he neared the top of the steps, he smelled the distinct odor of brewing coffee. He wondered if Veronica had set the timer on the machine to automatically start. Running a hand through his dark brown hair, he traversed the stairs downward and made his way through the main level to the kitchen to grab a mug from the cupboard.
Entering the galley kitchen, Sam was startled by the image of a man at the stove cooking eggs. He jumped back and yelped. "Jesus!"
"Nope," Phineas said as he turned and smiled at Sam with a pancake turner in his hand, "just me. And I'm a better cook than him. Hope you slept well, Sammy. How do you like your eggs?"
"Any way you'd like to make them," Sam said, his heart beating fast, "but I'd prefer to sit and eat them without soiled pajama pants. You scared the shit out of me!"
Phineas laughed heartily then continued scrambling Sam's breakfast. "You did real good last night, Sam. Showed that big bastard who was boss 'round here. But you didn't finish him off. Why not?"
"I could have," Sam admitted, "but I think I like the way I handled it better. He'll remember this. And maybe he'll think twice about trying to take another man's wife again, although I don't think he's that smart. I expect to see him again after he's had time to lick his wounds."
"You think he's thinkin' you probably got lucky last night?" Phineas asked as he dashed some pepper into the mixture on the burner. "Well, lemme clue you in, Sam- There's no such thing as luck. You had some help from the boss, but most of what happened last night was all you."
"No way," Sam rejected Phineas' statement. "Without your... Lilith's... whoever's help there would have been no way I could have taken him apart like that. He's twice my size and a whole lot meaner."
"There you go again," Phineas countered, "doubting yourself. You know, Sam, you can do anything, if you set your mind to it. Which brings me to my next subject."
"And that would be?" Sam asked as he poured a cup of java and sat on the nearest stool in the breakfast nook.
"Why, the next step in the plan, of course," Phineas stated as if Sam should have known all along."
