Niall had no recollection of the happenings in the night he just woke up thinking he'd had a very intense dream about his wife, something that was natural given the circumstances he was sure. She'd been very good at pleasing him in bed, but how many othersHe cut his thoughts off there the pain too raw, too new. As Nettie placed a plate of ham and eggs in front of him he looked down at the food without seeing it. He couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten."Why don't you have a little something to eat sir? You haven't eaten in days and you're already starting to lose weight." Bridgette lifted a forkful of eggs to his lips like she'd have done with one of the children and he found himself opening his mouth to her.She smiled coquettishly as she slid the fork between his lips and did it again. Nettie stood at the sink with a look of total disgust on her face, slamming the dishtowel down across the lip of the sink before turning to leave the room."I'll be upstairs tidying the room
Back at her desk Detective Sparks was faced with another dilemma. The journal used a pass code instead of a key and she was sure she was about to face the same dilemma as she had with the phone and was still facing there in fact.She sat behind her desk turning the thin volume over and over in her hand while officer Bailey did some follow up calls. They were still trying to pin down the distributor of the dummy clown which she'd been surprised to learn was a more common product than she'd thought.Hundreds of thousands of the things had been bought in the US alone and she was sure it would take them forever to get through them all. Luckily for her, she thought, was the fact that she could just cut the little strip of leather that closed the journal, something she didn't want to do unless it was absolutely necessary."Let's see here!" She tried the numbers Niall Davis had given her before, their wedding anniversary, and gave a loud yelp of pleasure when the strap fell open. "I'm in!"
Bridgette bit into the back of her hand to hide her screams until she remembered that she didn't need to. She'd eavesdropped on his conversation with the housekeeper from the top of the stairs. That's how she'd known to run into the bathroom and push one of the special dissolving flavored tablets in her pussy before he came back to her.Now he was eating her pussy just the way she knew he would once he got a taste. She knew for a fact that her pussy with its little enhancement was damn near irresistible to men and the way he growled and moaned as he ate her out told her that she'd struck gold once again.She gripped his hair in her pleasure as she pushed her pussy harder against his mouth. When she came it was hard and long, and she was sure it was the idea of who he was mixed with the pleasure of his tongue that made the orgasm as enjoyable as it was.When he climbed up her body she was ready for him. Niall straddled her chest with his long cock bobbing before her face. She lifted
Bridgette was feeling much better this morning than she had the afternoon before. She'd got Niall to cum in her during one of their fuck sessions the night before, in his marriage bed no less. He'd already pulled out of her three times that afternoon, but that night she'd clamped her pussy down around him just as she felt him get ready to pull out and he'd had no choice.Sure she wasn't fertile yet, not for a few more days, but now that he'd slipped up once and the earth didn't move she didn't see any reason why she couldn't get him to do it again.Niall on the other hand woke up with mixed emotions. After the nanny left his bed in the wee hours of the morning because he didn't want his children seeing her leave his room, he'd lain awake staring at the four walls.The anger he'd felt the day before that had sent him running into her arms, was fast fading beneath the grief his heart still felt for his wife. Why had he been so quick to believe false accusations against her? There must
Niall took the offered book and rifled through the pages until he came to the first entry going back almost two years or so. He read the pages and felt like he'd fallen into some kind of vortex, nothing made sense. She was talking about him but it was as if she were speaking of someone else, a stranger.October first: 'So far Niall's other personality doesn't seem to be dangerous, in fact he seems more interested in having sex than in harming anyone. It's like our honeymoon all over again and I get to have the joy of a lover without the guilt. And the sex, it's so fucking amazing that I selfishly hope the doctor never cures him. Unless he hurts himself or someone else of course.'He looked up at the Detective, "what's she talking about? What other personality?""Keep reading sir, it's all in there." Detective Sparks gave him time to read some more of what his wife had written, watching his face change with each new revelation.January: 'I've told Valerie about my new lover but so a
Niall sat back and closed the book with tears in his eyes. He hadn't been aware that he'd been reading out loud the whole time, and that all the other occupants in the room had heard, plus one more pair of ears that were hidden at the top of the stairs, well out of sight."I'm going to be sick." Valerie jumped up from the table and ran down the hallway to the guest bathroom where she was violently ill. Detective Sparks gestured with her head to officer Bailey to keep an eye on her lest she pull a fast one."So, I am the one she was sneaking around with.""Yes sir, we ran some test on the cigarette butts and the blanket we found in the old barn we found on Miller's Road and it all came back to you and your wife. The child was also yours sir.""Oh no, oh hell, why?" His eyes searched the room as if looking for answers and fell on Valerie who was escorted back into the room by officer Bailey. "You, why did you have to kill my wife? She was a good friend to you, always there when you n
Back downstairs Niall kept reading his wife's words over and over as the love she bore him became more evident. How could I ever have doubted her he thought? And to think, last nightin our bed. Now he was the one who felt sick to his stomach. It was sheer strength of will that kept him seated.Officer Bailey had finally got the cuffs on Valerie and was leading her from the house when she announced her need for the bathroom. Officer Bailey had the good sense to stay rooted outside the door so he could cuff her again once she was done and then led her outside to put her in the back of the squad car."I guess I'll be going now sir. I'll be in touch in a couple days or so but you have my number if you need me.""Thank you detective and please accept my apologies for giving you such a hard time.""No apology necessary sir, I understood your position."He nodded his head as she turned her attention to the room's other occupant. She hadn't given herself time to be excited at the fact tha
Eileen looked up when he walked through the backdoor and from the swollen eyes and red nose he knew she'd already heard. She opened her mouth to speak but he held up a hand to stop her. "Forget it, I don't want to talk about it right now.""What about lunch?""I don't want anything thanks, you go on home." He walked through the house and stood in the middle of the living room looking out the large picture window at nothing. How had his life gone off the rails?His business was doing better than expected, he had his health and more money in the bank than he could ever spend and right this second none of it meant shit. He felt like nothing would ever be the same again. Like he'd never have another day of happiness.Turning away from the window, he headed up the stairs to his bedroom. He took one look at the bed where he'd made love to her only this morning, just a few short hours ago and felt sick to his stomach.He barely restrained himself from throwing up. No way was he going to