In this chapter, Sam is finally reunited with all of her friends, lovers and family. They meet another family into dominance and submission. This story contains lesbian sex, sex toys, public play, and oral sex, dominance and submission, and references spanking. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editorial assistance. This is a copyrighted work and not to be duplicated, edited, altered or published in any other forum or medium without the author's express permission. © Copyright 2024
My Husband Fucked Me Over, Ch 25
Reunion
I woke up late to the exquisite sensation of Beth between my legs, lapping my folds, while Sahar tongued a puckered nipple, almost as if she hoped to draw milk out of it. I was taken so high, I thought I might die before Beth sent me over the precipice, screaming into the pillow half smothering me, drenching Beth in my cum, my hips bucking so hard, Beth had to hold me on the bed. That was the first of five more, two by Beth, and three from Sahar. My legs could barely hold me up they felt so rubbery.
Sahar helped me to the bathtub, while Beth stripped the sheets off the bed and called housekeeping for replacements. Sahar washed me so tenderly, I felt like a newborn, and maybe I was. After housekeeping departed, Beth joined us in the tub, sliding behind me, her hands caressing my boobs, while she kissed my neck.
"Who do I repay for that intense orgasm?" I asked.
"Nobody," Beth said. "Today is all about you."
"I don't like being a selfish lover."
"We'll worry about reciprocation tomorrow," Beth said. "Today, you're queen for the day for saving my honey."
"Edgar said I only bruised granny. He killed her."
"He didn't notice her until you shot. You saved her. How did you notice her?"
"I got killed on Hogan's Alley when a grandmother shot me."
"Whoever put that in there deserves a bonus," Sahar said. "I was worried about everyone else but the gray haired biddy on the floor. I thought she was crawling towards her son."
"She was until she saw his head was mostly gone, then she veered towards you."
"Thanks for having my back," Sahar said.
She leaned forward and kissed me. It was a soft and gentle kiss, so unlike Sahar herself.
When she retreated again, I asked. "Is my nightmare over, or are there others out there?"
"Edgar thinks it's over," Beth said. "The old lady didn't have any more children, so everyone else got swept up. We'll have to remain somewhat alert while the FBI finishes questioning all of the remaining participants, but he's pretty satisfied with the results."
"Can I go home now?"
"We have to stick around a day or two longer for all the interviews, reports and statements to get signed and filed. You need to give a statement. I think the Feds are interested in how you became a target, so you'll probably need to relive the last eight or nine months of your life. I believe your statement is scheduled for one this afternoon at the Groveland Police Department, but the time may get changed depending on how the other interviews are progressing. They said they'd notify us. They have my number. Are you hungry?"
"Starving. I can't believe I slept nine hours."
"The hotel doesn't have a restaurant. We'll need to leave to eat," Beth said.
"Where's Bonnie?" I asked.
"She's sharing a room with Marcia. Stephanie ordered Bonnie to take care of her last night for saving her bacon in the restroom," Sahar said.
"How did Marcia handle Mrs. Arizona?" I asked.
"Who?" Beth asked.
"Mrs. Arizona, the lady with the Arizona DL who went after Bonnie in the rest room? There was Mr. and Mrs. Arizona, Mr. Wisconsin, Mr. Piggy, Granny, Pot Belly and Nerd. That's how I thought of them."
"Ahh. Taser. She got quite the shock when she tried opening Bonnie's stall door. It's why she was so wobbly when they dragged her out in cuffs. I think she peed herself too," Sahar laughed.
"That poor restaurant owner. All that blood and gore and the vomit," I said.
"He got well paid," Beth said. "He can do quite a remodel with the money he received. Not to mention that when the news gets out, the Looky Lous will probably fill his restaurant."
"I suppose. Baby needs to get fed," I said. "I need to eat."
Sahar helped me out of the tub and helped dry me off while Beth made arrangements. The drone flights hadn't ended yet, and we'd still have a couple of extra bodyguards with us when we went out, in addition to Sahar and Marcia, Grant and Stephanie. The others joined us in the hall before we departed, and we walked a half block to a Perkins near the hotel. Bonnie looked as happy as I felt, thinking it was almost over. Edgar and Chaney were the other two who went with us. They'd both had their interviews last night.
I had eggs over easy, bacon, sausage links and pancakes in addition to a Mammoth Blueberry Muffin. Edgar laughed when he saw my plate. Bonnie had even more than I did as she'd lost her supper last night. We ate like wolves.
I asked Marcia, "How was the slut last night?" Bonnie blushed.
"The slut was very, very good," Marcia laughed. "So good, I kept her up an hour last night, and another ninety minutes this morning. I find it hard to believe she's married to a man."
"You can thank my sweetie for that," Sahar said. "She's a Beth trained slut, and there are no better sluts than one Beth trained."
"How do you identify, sexually?" I asked Marcia.
"I guess you could call me pansexual. I've found it convenient to blend in with anyone, so I'm not too particular who shares my bed."
Our meal out was more relaxed than usual, given we thought the ordeal was over. Everyone was still alert, but they weren't as tense, I suppose you'd say. They'd pulled in a couple more FBI agents from Orlando, so hopefully the interviews would go more quickly.
When we finished, we walked back en masse and I put on some more formal clothes. Bonnie and I still rode in our armored car, with Edgar, Sahar, Cheney and Marcia riding in other cars, fore and aft. We took a seat in the waiting room of the Groveland PD office and waited for our turns.
About 1:15, a young FBI agent introduced himself to me as Linus Wingate and asked me to go to one of the interview rooms set up for interrogations.
There was a digital recorder on the desk, and a camera in the corner aimed at us. There was also a plastic bottle of water, unopened. Condensation had formed on the outside so it was cold.
"Would you like an attorney?"
"Am I being arrested?"
"Not to my knowledge, but it's possible you might divulge criminal information during this interview. An attorney may tell you not to answer a specific question."
"I'm fine. I imagine all of my criminal acts have already been addressed by other authorities."
"For the record, can you state your name and address, place and date of birth?"
"My name is Samantha Ford, nee Anders, I currently live with Robert and Penelope Tate in Naples, Florida, with my daughter, Emmaline." I gave him the address. "I was born in Fort Myers, Florida, on February 18, 1996."
"Can you tell me how you came to be targeted by an assassination team, currently being described as the Whore Killers?"
"It's going to take awhile."
"Take as long as you need."
I gave him the story, pretty much as I've related it to you. He took some notes, but let the recording do most of the work. He'd occasionally ask a question or two in clarification. I pretty much didn't discuss anything I hadn't personally witnessed, including discussing the deaths of Slobotnik, and the taped conversations with the two individuals in Miami who'd been questioned.
"Do you know why Bonnie Smith was targeted with you?"
"I can only speculate. I don't know."
"Go ahead and speculate."
"My ex-husband, Ransom, had an affair with her after his paramour was arrested for receiving stolen money. It was relatively brief, as her husband found out and put a stop to it. Now, I believed that Ransom wanted to kill me, the Tafts, the Smiths, and my neighbor across the street. Edith. Once I killed Ransom, I don't believe Gina cared a fig for anyone else, alive or dead, and once we found out the targets were only me, Bonnie and our children, I speculate Gina decided to dispose of any of the other women who'd slept with him, and their children, and me particularly, because I killed Ransom, her lover. I doubt Gina Weege ever met her or had any reason to hate Bonnie, other than she'd fucked Ransom."
"Why did you agree to allow yourself to become a target for this assassination team, especially while pregnant?"
"There had already been eight assassination attempts made on my life. I believed it would continue until the assassins were stopped. I not only needed to protect myself and my unborn child, but my other daughter, who was also a target. The circumstances seemed to be in our favor if we acted now."
"Do you believe that Gina Weege will quit hiring killers with the death or capture of these?"
"I can't say for certain, but I hope not."
"What makes you think she won't?"
This was treading on dangerous ground. I didn't want to implicate Sahar in any threats.
"Well, I know the State is going after all of Gina Weege's assets which should make it difficult for her to pay for any further attempts on my life, but I also visited Gina Weege in the jail and said that if she thought she was safe in jail, she was mistaken. By attempting to kill me in the jail, she'd proven it could be done. I said that if anything happened to me, something could very well happen to her. She was not well liked by the Corrections Officers, since one of her assassination attempts resulted in the severe injury to one of their own. I believe she took my threat seriously, but who knows."
"I understand Gina Weege is going to plead guilty to the charges against her."
