My Husband Fucked Me Over Ch 14

Sam does some shooting with her friends as they pick out weapons for themselves. That have a contest, with Pen coming in last, which means no sex, no orgasms, and all the clean up. There's a side bet between Bonnie and Becky. They practice situational awareness in the mall. They find another surprise in their neighborhood while going to pick up all of Becky's stuff. This chapter contains, oral sex, lesbian sex, sex toys, group sex.

My Husband Fucked Me Over, Ch 14

A Bomb or Four in Lehigh Acres

Grant took all of us to the gun range early on Saturday morning, while Henry watched the children. Because there were so many of us, we had to go to an outdoor range. He had an in with a Collier deputy who took us to the Collier County Sheriff's gun range out near Ave Maria College towards Immokalee, from Naples. He brought several of his own firearms so every person could try different weapons. He had a .45, a .40, a .357, two 9MMs; one with a longer barrel and one with a shorter barrel, a 10MM, and a .38 Special. He also brought out three boxes of ammo for each of them. The deputy, Chris Singleton by name, and Stephanie, helped him keep an eye on everyone to make sure we stayed safe.

They started with a safety briefing. "Never pick up a gun that you don't intend to shoot, and don't aim at anyone unless you're prepared to pull the trigger. If you're not prepared to shoot someone, they will take the gun away from you and use it on you. You only use the gun because someone has evil intent; they intend to hurt you or yours. You can't be wishy-washy about it. Try to imagine what they're going to do to your children, if you let them. You'll pull that damn trigger.

"You will always keep the gun pointed down range, towards the targets. If you have a question, don't turn around to ask, pointing the gun at a half dozen other people as you do. Raise your hand and one of us will come up and ask what you need. Set the weapon down on the bench if you need to turn. You will empty the weapon before leaving it, say to use the restroom.

Grant held up a picture showing the sight alignment you should see when looking down the barrel. "You want the front sight to be in the middle of the back sight, and the tops to be an even line, with that line at the bottom of the circle you're aiming at. When you have that alignment, you want to squeeze the trigger, fast but slow. What I mean by that, is you don't jerk the trigger, but a slow squeeze, executed quickly. The trigger should be in the middle of the pad of your trigger finger. If you have trouble squeezing the trigger instead of yanking it, we'll have you balance a coin on the front sight, and you'll squeeze that trigger until you can do so, without dropping the coin. Slow, but fast. It should almost be a surprise to you when the gun goes off."

"Could you demonstrate that?" Pen asked.

"Sure, but first, always treat a gun as if it's loaded, until you've checked it yourself. I've got this .38 which has a real smooth trigger pull. Opening it up, making sure personally, that it's empty. Now, I'm balancing a nickel on the front sight. Slow squeeze. Bang."

Grant pulled the trigger, and even with the hammer falling, the coin stayed on the front sight. He pulled the trigger four more times, and the nickel stayed on the front sight.

"Let's talk about your grip for a second. You want a firm grip, but you don't want to hold it so tight your hand goes numb, but not so loose, the gun will fall when you fire it, or jump all over so you can't get it back on target. It will be like a firm handshake. You're not trying to crush someone's hand, nor give him a limp wrist. When firing an automatic, that's especially important. The gun needs to be held firmly for the recoil to eject the empty casing and load a new cartridge. If you have a limp wrist, the gun will probably jam. If it does, raise your hand and one of us will clear the jam. Keep the gun facing down range. The targets are set up ten feet away. For personal defense, that's as far away as your opponent is likely to be. Any questions thus far."

No one did.

"I want each of you to fire five shots out of each gun. We'll leave the guns in the same place, just step down to the right to try the next one. Last one on the right circles behind us to the left again. Pay attention to how it feels, and how well you shoot. When you're done, try to narrow it down to two guns you really liked for yourself, and shoot them side by side and pick one. That will be the one you'll purchase for yourself. The .357 can shoot .38 ammo, so if the load for the .357 is too much, try a .38 cartridge."

I didn't do what the others did. I had both of my new guns, which is what Grant wanted me firing exclusively to get used to them. He wanted me shooting both, in case there were any differences in the two. I went through one box of practice ammo in each of them, then Grant had me shoot one clip of Cor-Bons in each of the guns so I'd know what to expect using my normal ammo. Except for me, everyone fired five rounds from each of his weapons. Robert told everyone he was picking up the tab for whatever firearm they wanted to purchase, (except for Bill and Bonnie, as Bill said he'd take care of his family himself. A proud man, our Bill.) When they finished that, each of the participants picked out the weapons they wanted to compare side by side. They were the only ones firing when they did that.

By the end of that exercise, everyone had picked out a weapon. Pen wanted the .38, both Becky and Bonnie the short barreled 9MM, Bill a .357, and Robert, a .40 like mine. Chris provided all the information we needed about Florida's Concealed Carry law, which didn't require you have a permit to carry, although it did have restrictions.

"You can't carry into a jail (too bad, if Ransom continued pissing me off, I'd have been tempted to bring one with me.) or prison, courthouse, school, sporting events, both school and professional, law enforcement offices, polling places, government meetings, legislative sessions, career centers, airports, bars or saloons, places of public nuisance...."

"Excuse me," Becky said, "what's a place of public nuisance?"

"Gambling halls, houses of prostitution, drug dens, or really, anyplace where illegal activity takes place. That includes specified massage parlors where happy endings are the norm. Anyplace that's manifestly injurious to the morals and manners of a community."

Whatever that meant.

"And I can't carry on the campus?" Becky asked.

"No, although you could keep it locked in the car. You can carry a stun gun or non-lethal electronic weapon on your person, solely for defensive purposes, and last, but not least, anyplace where firearms are prohibited by federal law, such as on airplanes, or national parks and recreation areas. Usually, it would be posted with a no firearms sign. Individual businesses can prohibit firearms on their premises, just like they can prohibit bare feet or enforce certain attire."

"Do we have to go to any gun safety or instruction classes?" Pen asked.

"No, although I'd highly recommend it. What you got today is a good starting place, but I'd recommend some proper care of your firearm in any class, such as cleaning and oiling it. Oh, and if you're carrying, you need to have your DL or government ID on you. It's a $25 dollar fine if you don't."

"We'll be covering firearm care with their individual weapon after they get one," Grant said.

"What kind of holster should we be using?" Bill asked.

"That depends," Chris said. "The weapon does need to be concealed, not worn openly, which may be seen as intimidating. Most of the ladies get a purse or fanny pack holster, or a belly band holster. A purse holster means not changing purses with your outfit. The belly band holster is popular, because with a loose shirt or blouse, you can even wear it running. A lot of the guys go with fanny pack holsters if you're comfortable wearing a fanny pack. Any outside the waistband or OWB belt holster has to be covered by a jacket or coat, which is damn hot in Florida in the summer. An Inside the waistband or IWB holster is fairly popular for men. It can be covered with a blousy shirt or coat. If you spend a lot of time sitting in a car, you might want a cross draw holster. Mostly, you try a lot of different choices and pick what works for you and the weapon you chose."

Becky said, "Sam, Pen and I want to have a shooting contest between us. What do you recommend?"

"Can I get in it too?" Bonnie asked.

"You'd better check with Bill first, because the loser has to do all the cock sucking and pussy licking this evening, and doesn't get to cum."

"Let her shoot," Bill said, "just to compete, but she can't win or lose."

"What about a side bet?" Becky said.

"What kind of bet?" Bonnie asked.

"We were prepared to put on a show for Bill while he was stuck in Houston, which got messed up due to the shooting outside of Connor's Steakhouse. The winner gets to tie up the loser, and have her way with her while Bill watches. If you win, you can fuck Bill in front of me, and I'll have to clean up your pussy. If I win, Bill also gets to fuck you while you're tied down, but he's responsible for his own clean up, however he wants to do it."

"Will he be fucking you?" Bonnie asked.

"Nope, girls only for me. The only thing he sticks his dick in is your pussy, mouth or ass, his choice as often as he gets it up."

Chris said, "Is there any way I can get in this?"

All three said "No," but Becky said, "I am willing to go out on a date with you the next time you have a Friday or Saturday night off, but I'm not promising sex. It's just a date. We'll see what happens."

"I'll take that bet if Bill doesn't have a problem with it," Bonnie said.

"I don't have a problem with it," Bill said. "Sounds like fun."

"What guns will we fire for the contest?" I asked.

"Whatever gun you chose for yourself," Grant said. "It was the one that was most comfortable to you, but before we do that, we need to define the contest. Chris, what would you recommend?"

"Something like the qualifications they run for LEO's, but I'd leave off the shooting from thirty feet since this is all self defense shooting. I'd say ten shots from three feet from the hip, ten shots from seven feet, and ten shots from fifteen feet. The shots from three and seven to be timed, five shots in ten seconds from the three, and five shots in fifteen seconds from the seven foot distance. And then as much time as they want from fifteen.

"Everyone gets to practice five shots at each distance and time before the contest starts," Chris continued.

"I'd do ten shots at the short shooting from the hip distance, since we haven't practiced that at all," Grant said.

"What do you mean when you say shoot from the hip?" Pen asked.

"Like a fast draw in westerns," Chris said. "You don't bring the gun up to eye level and aim; you lift your hand and shoot, like pointing a finger. If someone is close to you, you can't extend your arm, or they could take the gun from you. You keep your hand close to the hip. That's why you're so close to the target. Just lift your hand and pull the trigger. You still squeeze the trigger, but you squeeze it down here." Chris held his hand down by his hip. "While doing that, you can use your left hand to fend off if you need to."

So we all walked up until we were a yard away from the target. Chris demonstrated shooting from the hip, then we all loaded the guns and one at a time, raised the gun from alongside our leg, to our hip, and pulled the trigger once.

"Fast, but slow," Grant said. "Don't be pulling the trigger before you get the gun up. Bonnie and Becky, I especially mean you two. Bonnie, you yanked on the trigger and missed the target completely. Bring it up, squeeze. The shot should almost come as a surprise."

We did it until our guns were empty, then reloaded five more shells.

"Now, this time, bring it up to hip level and fire all five times. You have ten seconds to empty the gun. Adjust your aim if you don't seem to be hitting the target where you want. Make the second and third shots better than the first, and so on."

Our three instructors gave us some individual tips based upon what they saw, then we shot the second five at that distance, before they backed us up a little more than twice the distance.

"This time, you can aim, but we want you to shoot five times in fifteen seconds. That's more time than you think, about three seconds per shot. Raise the barrel up, get that good sight picture and squeeze that trigger," Grant said. "Stephanie will call off every five seconds. Get the barrel up fast, sight fast, squeeze slow. After you do this, we'll do the contest. Ready, set, fire."

It was loud, everyone shooting at once, trying to get all five shots in time. Grant was right, it's more time than you think. I got my fifth shot off soon after Stephanie said ten seconds. I was pretty happy with my accuracy. I knew we weren't far from the target, but all of mine hit the black circle.

Again, we got individual instruction in our debrief.

"Why are we only shooting five rounds," Bill asked. "My gun holds six."

"I want you getting used to changing magazines, and reloading, plus the gun that Becky is using holds fifteen. We're going to shoot six times total, for a total of thirty rounds. It makes it more fair if everyone is shooting five rounds. No one is going to shoot five, then turn to brag about their shooting, and accidentally let off another round or two. Load five, shoot five. There's stakes on the line, so we'll make it as fair as possible."

"Are you ready to lick Bill's cum out of my pussy, slut?" Bonnie asked. "I'm feeling confident."

"Bring it on, bitch," Becky laughed. "I've got plans for tonight regarding my other contest, but you're paying up tomorrow. Maybe I'll have Robert load me up with cum before I sit on your face."

Grant, Stephanie and Chris laughed. The rest of us were feeling pretty loose as well. I wondered if Bill would have an issue with Becky loading up with another man's cum before Bonnie licked her pussy. He could always say something if he did.

Chris brought out some blue man shaped targets, and stapled them to the cardboard backing.

"This light blue area in the middle of the chest is the area of maximum damage. The heart and major blood vessels are there," Grant said. "We call that the 'Twinkie', because it looks like a Hostess Twinkie. It counts for five points. The dark blue around the Twinkie and on the head is worth four points. You're doing major damage if you hit that, lungs, liver, stomach, intestines, and major blood vessels and major muscle groups are there. The medium blue in the arms and legs are worth three points. It's only a wound, and wouldn't likely kill anyone unless they die of blood loss. Readjust your aim and fire again. Anything not touching blue is a miss, and doesn't score anything.

"If you should happen to have exactly the same score at the end of the contest, the winner will be whoever has the most shots in or touching the Twinkie. If none of you hit the Twinkie, the one with the closest shot to the Twinkie wins. We'll be starting at the three foot line. When you toe the mark, load your weapon, and wait to be told to fire. Upon the command to fire, raise your gun to your hip and fire five shots in ten seconds, then point your weapon at the ground and wait for further instructions. Stephanie won't say anything until times up, then she'll shout, 'Hold your fire.' Any questions?"

No questions, so we we all went back to the three foot line and loaded five rounds into our weapons.

"Is everyone ready?" Grant asked. "Raise your left arm as soon as you are." A pause. "Good. Ready. Pen, don't anticipate. Lower your weapon until I say fire." He waited until Pen lowered her firearm."

"Ready, set, fire."

My first bullet was hurried and way left of the Twinkie. I adjusted my aim and fired again. Closer. Another adjustment, and I hit it. The next two were pretty close. Stephanie called time and we'd all emptied our guns and were waiting.

"Load another five rounds into your weapon, then relax your shooting arm and raise your left to signify you're ready for the next round."

It didn't take long to change my magazine and I raised my left hand. The revolvers took the most time.

"Everyone is ready. Ready, set, fire," Grant said.

None of my shots hit the Twinkie, but they were all pretty close, closer than my first shot last time. We all finished about a second before Stephanie called time. We all backed up to the seven foot line, where we put another five rounds in our chosen weapon.

"Fifteen seconds for five shots. Plenty of time to get it right. Given the distance and your ability to aim, this should be where you're getting most of your points. You should all hit the Twinkie two or three times, and every shot should hit the four. Aim fast, shoot slow. Take a couple of deep breaths. Stephanie won't remind you of the time, but she'll call 'Hold Fire' when fifteen seconds elapse. Raise your left hand when you're ready."

I raised my left hand. I was picturing Ransom's face on that blue target.

"Ready, set, fire."

My hand came up. I got my sight alignment and squeezed the trigger. Twinkie. Squeeze. Twinkie. Readjusted my aim, squeezed, just missed. Two more shots, touching Twinkie and Twinkie.

"Hold Fire," Stephanie said. "Take a couple more deep breaths. Relax and wait for the order to load your weapon."

Our three instructors walked the line talking about our shooting.

"You're killing it," Stephanie said. "That's excellent shooting."

"I pictured Ransom's face on it," I said.

She squeezed my shoulder and moved to Becky. "Not bad, Becky, but Bonnie seems to have more Twinkie shots than you do. I don't know about the overall score."

"No fucking way!"

"Way. You're rushing your shots. You used about ten seconds. Bonnie used fourteen seconds. She's taking her time. It's not how fast you shoot, but how well. Slow up a little."

"Shit."

Stephanie laughed. "Do better this time."

When we'd all gotten our postmortem, Grant told us to load our weapons and raise our left hand when we were ready.

"Everyone's ready. Lower your hands. Ready, set, fire."

I took my first shot after two seconds, Becky took three. She did slow down. I think everyone slowed down a little. One of mine missed the Twinkie and one just touched it. We moved back to fifteen feet.

"You have unlimited time to shoot. Lower your shooting hand if you get tired. Let it rest, then finish up. This is your second easiest time to get points. You're a little farther away, like twice as far, but there's no time limit. You've got time to get a good sight alignment with each shot. Take your time, squeeze that trigger. Load your weapon and raise your left hand when you're ready."

I had to set my weapon down to load five more rounds into my magazine, and I loaded another magazine while I was at it, for the second round. I pushed one magazine home and raised my left hand.

"Good, everyone is ready. Take it slow, make it count. Ready, set, fire," Grant said.

I took my time. I imagined Ransom's face where that blue head was. Every one of my shots was within two inches of the Twinkie but one. That one went right between where his fucking eyes would be, if his head were on that target. They pulled the targets down and scored them for our contest. Not surprising to me, because I'd gone shooting a number of times with Dad, and spent time with Grant on the range when I bought my guns, but I did the best between Becky, Pen and me. Pen had said she'd never picked up a gun before, and she came in last, but she'd done fairly well. Only two bullets didn't get scored at all, and all when firing from the hip. Becky only beat her by four points, which wasn't bad. Nonetheless, she was going to do all the cock sucking and cunt licking tonight, and didn't get to cum.