Apologies for the delay in posting this continuation... Never realised writing was a full time job. Hats off to all those who post numerous stories on this site for our enjoyment and the administrators who have to read each and every work to ensure they are above board.
This is a build up to part 1, may drag a little at times and has very little sex. Will try to post the next chapter faster and work it towards its conclusion. Thanks to those who took time to write comments, questions asked in the comments will find their answers in the chapter after this.
The site may have been setup to cater for the sexual appetites of many but have found the stories that have a story a joy to read and have set this on the same premise. So for those who enjoy a tale...
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He saw her naked back as she moved up and down, her hair hanging down, covering her face. The sweat trickling slowly down her spine, adding to the sheen on her back, belying the fact that she had been at it for a while. As he stood there, horrified, unbelieving, shocked, she arched her back in ecstasy as her body shuddered and he knew from experience she had just found her release. She lurched forward as would happen if a partner was thrusting into her from below. This dispelled his initial thought that perhaps she had stuck her dildo into the cushions of the couch and had decided to find release from his substitute. That action was enough to turn his shock into anger. Yet he stood there observing as she started to rotate her hips, a moan escaping her lips, a wry smile as her hair parted to give him a view of her closed eyes...
She arched her back once more pushing her full breasts forward, her nipples standing hard and proud as she ground herself harder and faster, a manly groan coming from beneath her. The anger was festering turning into an inferno, he could not believe that in seventeen years he had never thought he did not satisfy her. Even the dildos that he had gifted her to add to her pleasure from time to time had sat idle to the best of his knowledge, as she had always used his body from his mouth ever ready to suck those succulent pussy lips to even his thighs on which she would grind herself on occasion getting herself heated-up before impaling herself on his thick shaft. Any part of his body was fair game when she was horny. She would even use his arm trapping it between her thighs as she ground on it whilst he would be busy watching a game.
The action seemed to be picking up as the grunts and groans from below amplified and her actions became wilder, less coordinated, her hair thrown left and right as she moaned louder and louder her breasts bouncing, moving left to right with her grinding motion. The thrusts from below became more pronounced as she bounced, grinding herself, moved from left to right leaning forward and rocking back... Words he seldom heard from her... Perhaps once in a while when he would wonder if he was with other than his wife... begging ... Pleading... swearing... he heard her clearly... The tone slightly off... another anomaly he noted on those rare occasions but never gave much thought as her tight cunt milked him... yet, as a bystander it caused him to wonder... "fuck me! Fuck me! Harder! Come on give it to me you pussy... Yeah... Show me how a man does it... deeper... Yeah... Yeah... ohhhh... there... NO you bastard! Yeah! Better... Yeah..." her climax was spectacular and under normal circumstances he would have felt like a king... but seeing her thus... He could feel his chest expanding... his heart breaking... the sound in his ears grew in volume as the blood rushed within his body...
He didn't even realise he had stepped over to the couch and picked it clean of the ground tilting both occupants of it and onto the carpet. He must have sat it back on someone's leg as there was a loud scream when he let it crash back down... the woman started screaming and sobbing, the man tried to get up before he felt him come crashing down upon him having vaulted the couch. His knee crashed into the man's naked groin which was still spurting his cum... his momentum carried him forward and he tumbled over the prone man who was squealing like a pig and his head encountered the coffee table with a bang. He had to have gone and bought a damn mahogany wood table with a solid base and an even more solid piece on the top. The stupid thing nearly took his head off... Dazed, raging with fury, his left eye closing due to the blood pouring in from the wound on his head, he got up, digging his knee firmly into the man's groin bringing forth a huge scream of agony as he rounded upon the love of his life... the one for whom he would have walked to the moon... his entire world... Now just a broken, heart wrenching pain... he saw her form cowering, trying to curl into a ball and he crashed her into the coffee table before turning towards the door.
Something sticky made his hand slip on the door latch, he grabbed the handle and yanked nearly pulling the frame with the door and walked out into the street not a glance back... Unsure where he was headed, all he knew was he had to get as far away as he could before he did something he'd regret. How many times had he seen those same contours, that curve of her back, the way her hair came down to the middle of her back, those firm breasts, the sight of sweat trickling down her spine as he'd thrust into her from behind... those images flashed before his eyes together with the face of his brother in law, ex-brother in law... Mocking him, laughing at him, jeering him, questioning his ability to please his woman. His sister had never told him why they parted ways. He always thought it was mutual.
Perhaps he should have probed deeper, perhaps he would have been more wary of the man who had just crushed him without lifting a finger at him.
He thrashed on the little cot kicking at the bed spread and the light cloth that covered him, those images vivid as though it was happening right now, not fifteen years before. Seeing her here, at the hospital, large as life, still just as beautiful in an aged sort of way had peeled away the scabs, had broken the protective shell he had built over his heart. He was bleeding once more but not from any physical wound or an internally ruptured vein. It was his soul that wept for what he'd seen, what he'd struggled with for years before he had killed the thoughts and killed himself, living a life of the dead, just waking, sleeping, sometimes eating and just waiting... for that respite called death. The nurses rushed in and gave him another doze of the sedative just so that he would not hurt himself more than he'd already done. The doctor had had a look at the injured hand and leg and she was somewhere out there informing whoever had brought him in as to the best course of action and what recovery could be made.
Outside Samuel's room, the nurse Kate Gray paced the corridor. She had apparently collapsed due to shock and had come to with some smelling salts within the emergency treatment room. Her fellow nurse on duty, a young girl who had yet to break her milk teeth in this demanding profession was taking her pulse and temperature, making notes on the chart. Kate had yanked off the pressure cuff and straightened up before slipping of the gurney even before the nurse could fathom what was happening. She had then rushed to the nurses' station and quickly noted the room into which Samuel had been taken. Now, uncertain as to what to do, she paced the corridor outside lost in thought. Fifteen years plus some since that fateful day...
She still remembered the blood... Lots of it... Craig writhing in pain on the floor as he was sedated before being placed on a gurney and being carted away. The detective at the scene walked around the room with a keen eye indicating a few things to his colleague who kept glancing her way from time to time. Kate was frantically trying to tell the policewoman interviewing her to find her husband who was badly injured and bleeding... His blood having left a trail going out of the house. Her own blood smeared uniform attesting to the amount of blood her Sam had lost as she had slipped and fallen on the slippery substance. She couldn't believe the kind of questions she was having to answer... Sam, violent? No! he wouldn't swat a fly if it annoyed him all night long! Temperamental? Did that word even fit in their loving world... he'd never so much as raised his voice at her even when she had overstepped her bounds without forethought. Always gentle, explaining things to her in that infuriating way that made her bite back at him, yet he would patiently hear her out before carrying on reasoning out why she'd done what she'd done, it's ramifications and his point on the matter before hugging her and letting the matter rest. Only on later reflection would she realise that he was right again! Never had she or any other got a rise out of him. Always logical and always understanding.
Why were they wasting time asking so many questions trying to pin the blame on him whilst he could be anywhere, laying on the street or having crashed his car in his haste to get away... His car! That must be it. She mentioned to the policewoman that Sam always parked his car a few doors down on the curb. The message was relayed to the younger cop standing outside her broken door who turned round and started following the blood trail ... shouldn't they have done that before she told them? What were they trained to do one wondered... yes they had lived here for a while, yes they each had their own keys, Craig must have still retained the copy that Sam's sister had kept before their divorce for emergencies as they had lived four doors down the block, no she couldn't be sure if Craig used that key or had another copy made or if he had followed Sam in, no it wasn't usual for Sam to pop-in at odd times in the day or earlier than he's scheduled arrival at half five. Yes he'd call her and inform her, yes he'd called her earlier to check if she was still on shift, no it wasn't usual but happened on occasion, no he wasn't likely to be having an affair (was he? That was something that she'd have to think hard about... There were no signs... he was a creature of habit... there was no need to voice any of this the seed of doubt planted in her brain).
Finally the detectives, the cops, the forensics ... Why were they here... There was no murder... No crime... was there? It was all so so confusing... They all moved towards the entrance having marked and tagged things all over her sitting area and the corridor, a blood splat here and a cloth there, shoes having been thrown in different directions, nothing making sense... She just needed Sam, her pillar of strength who would calm her and put everything in perspective. She knew he was averse to the changing telecommunication trends and absolutely hated carrying his mobile. Perhaps that's why it was not going through, the poor sod must have even forgotten to charge it not realising that even when not in use the damn thing lost some charge. She was unsure if she was permitted to walk within the marked areas or was she meant to leave them as they were. Dazed, confused, disoriented, she had moved to the door to shut it realising she needed Sam to call the carpenter or fix it himself. She walked beyond noting the cops two doors down looking at the spot where Sam must have parked his car. A Skoda stood on the spot, her Skoda... How ironical, she hadn't noticed the blood there nor the trail leading to her house.
They turned back to look at her, one of the juniors came for her keys, she looked on wondering what they expected to find. Surely they didn't think she had dumped her bleeding husband in her car? They opened the doors, looked around the car and finally returned the keys to her and they moved away leaving her none the wiser if not more confused.
