The police were leaving by the time I got back home. The body, his body was gone and they were waiting to ask me questions. Questions that I had no real answers for and yet I did... here is my story.
I had married Mickey after knowing him for only six months and yes I thought it was love .... I should have known better, but hindsight is 20/20. He was the man of my dreams, tall dark and sexy as hell! He knew how to treat a woman well and to make her feel all kinds of special. I fell for him hook, line and sinker. It wasn't until after we were married that he showed me his true side. The short and the long of it was that Mickey married me to hide the fact that he was gay or at least he like men a lot more than he did women. I wanted out of the marriage and told him so, but Mickey wasn't having it. He actually assumes that I would stay for the money and the exposure to high society. I had to inform him different and it was when things really got crazy. Mickey had gone so far to lock me in the bathroom handcuffed to the one of the column in our large roman style spa bathroom when he went to work. He would leave the chain long enough for me to get to the toilet but not the door. He would also leave me enough food to keep for the day when he went to work. Cutting me off from my family and friends by distance and his careful working on my mind convincing me that it was best I was now all lone dealing with this crazy man. At night he would bring his men back to the house and fuck them in our bed while I was locked in another room of the house chained and gaged. This went on for about a month until he needed me to attend a banquet with him and I made my escape first going to the police who went to the house and saw for themselves how he kept me. They then arrested the bastard.
I called my mother and brother who flew out on the next plane coming my way. At this point I had said nothing about what really had been my marriage, shame and self-loathing had silenced me. I knew I had to tell someone as I knew that it all had to come out in court if I was ever going to be free of this man.
With my families help I found a place of my own moved in, got a job and start to have some semblance of a normal life that was until Brian came into my life. Brian turns out to be a hit man... yes a hit man... can I pick them!! He had been hired by Mickey to kill me and make it look like and accident. After watching me for a few days decide that he wasn't going to take the contract but before he returned the money to Mickey he contacted me and warned what Mickey had planned. We started meeting a few times week just to talk, he would keep me informed of what Mickey was doing and I would tell the police in such a way that I kept Brian's name out of it. It was during one of these meeting that I; we have found that things were changing between us. Brian is an about 6ft tall, dark hair and with green eyes that seem to pull you into him. His body well yummy doesn't describe it. Nice strong arms muscle chest with long legs and a cute butt. Yes looking at him made my mouth water and other parts of me do weird and wonderful things. Things that I hadn't almost forgotten about since Mickey hadn't touch me since shortly after our marriage. It started that night and all the days that followed, all I could do was think about him and wondered if he thought about me.
The night that they found Mickey's body in my home I had to find a place to stay. Which I did after the police spend hours questioning me about him and our relationships such as it was if you can call being in the middle of a divorce a relationship. Since I had large number of people plus picture to prove where I was... at and in a friend's wedding, they let me go with a warning to not leave town. Like I would! I was tired of running from that asshole and now that he was death my running days from him were over. I found a nice hotel downtown with a nice restaurant and took a room for the week. Since he had been killed in my house I wasn't sure if I wanted to continues staying there. I would have to break the lease but don't think the rental agency would mind considering what had happened.
After eating dinner alone I went back to my room carrying the dinner that I picked at in box. I opened the door to my room and was pulled in so quickly that I dropped the box leaving out in the hallway. Fear was rising in me fast and tried to scream but a hand came over my mouth and in the dimly lighted room I was able to make out a face and the fear died in me as fast as it had risen.... It was Brian.
He removed his hand from my mouth when he realized that I recognized him. His hand was replaced by his lips as I tried to climb up his body. My dreams of having him were about to come true.
With clothes fly in all directions we head to the bathroom and the large shower that was there. Once in the shower water set to a desired temperature we started bathing each other. Covering from head to toe each other in soap suds, missing not a spot or crease..... giving each other pleasure as we did so. It was when we rinsed off that things got hot and heavy.
My hungry for what Brian had to offer drove me to be demanding and wanton. In the shower after rinsing off I fell on him with my mouth and hands first tasting his flesh with licks sucks and bites then followed by loving caresses of those tasted areas with my hands. I am hungry and I want to feed my desires being long deprived of a man's ... touch... the kind that can make a woman scream and forget she is a Lady. Brian made his moves but I am hunger and he can have his way after I do.!
Now stretched out in the bed on his back with me between his legs, I stare lovingly at his treasure then dive in with mouth teeth and tongue. Licking his hairless balls then massaging them with my lips I listen to his moan of pleasure and my pussy weeps for joy. With my hands I grasp his iron rod and I stick it between my amble breasts. Rolling it between them, my tongue teases it head tasting his salty sweet precum as Brian shakes and moans, his green eyes filled with lust and he smiles. He murmured something as he looks at me with those eyes; my pussy now cries with want as I slide my hot wet demanding mouth down over the head of his cock and suck it in up to his balls. I fuck him with my mouth as he scream and moans his pleasure at my "skills". I love it, the feel of his cock pulsating in my mouth, the taste of him and smell of him; I suck harder and faster... I want more.!!! Having had enough of my demanding mouth, Brian squeeze the bridge my nose forcing me to let go and I come off his cock coughing trying to breathe. My eyes water as I hear him laughing at me then I go flying thru the air and land on the on the other side of him on my back in the bed. With my legs spread wide. Brian quickly joins me, putting himself where I had been on him, between my legs and wastes no time dipping his tongue into my pussy. I sink my fingers into his hair as he turns me into wet, withering, wanton woman and feeds my hunger.
"That is baby eat my pussy," I chant as he suck my clit teasing it with his tongue. The fingers of his hands explore my holes and creases and slowly he began to fuck me as he sucked me. I am beside myself with joy, squeezing my tits and sucking my own nipples, my skin burning with my desire.
Fuck me I say to him as I grab his head by his hair pulling his face out of my pussy.
FUCK ME... I demand it and he complies but sliding his thick sex in to mines. Ohhhh My God....!! Oh how I miss a man dick in my pussy!! He spreads me and the walls of my vagina ach from it. I just pull closer and hold on for dear life as his move it in and out of me. I even go so far as to mark his body with my nails and I dig into his flesh, the same flesh that I have tasted. In and out he goes as my pussy tries to keep him. Our dance with its own rhythm brought comfort and pleasure to us both for a short period of time in acknowledgement of us finding each other. Then it began in earnest as we move faster together driving each other with a flurry of hand mouths, lips, teeth, breasts, cock, and pussy toward the ultimate of release. We cum hard scream shouting moaning into each other mouths as we lose control over our dance together and release is our reward.
Now breathing slowly as we look into each other eyes I realize that not one word had been spoken between us except what needed be. The rest would be left unsaid as it should be. Sometime there are questions that are best left not asked and answers best not given. This flashed thru my mind later while he was fucking my ass up against the window in my hotel room for the entire world to see. Again I came screaming moaning but this time there were tears.
Waking hours later to an empty bed, reached out to see if his warmth had lingered but only to touch cool white sheet... knowing that I would never see him again in this life . I was disappointed, but I understood and left the bed... with his second gift, his first being, saving me from my husband. On the way to the bathroom, I saw the paper bag and looked inside and found his third gift 50,000 dollars neatly stack in mixed billed I didn't need to count them... it was as I had given them to him. Yes, much to my shame I had decided to return the favor when I found out that he want to kill me. I had also found a note which I didn't read until after the police released me from their suspect list and told me that I could go about my business. Funny thing is seemed that I wasn't the only one who wanted my husband dead.
On my way to the airport I stopped long enough to read that note, it was simple without persuasion or incrimination... it just said
"Two wrongs don't make a right .... Maybe this time it just might. "
Yes that what was I was thinking nine months later the first time I looked into my son's green eyes...