My Husband Fucked Me Over Ch 19

In this chapter, Sam has to schedule a press conference in order to get rid of the media attention, with unexpected results. There isn't a ton of sex in this chapter, but it does contain group sex, lesbian sex, and oral sex. My thanks once again to JohnnyGalt for giving me a better product to give to you. My work is copyrighted, and cannot be used, published, altered or edited without the author's express permission. ©

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My Husband Fucked Me Over, Ch 19

Another Press Conference

That evening, I enjoyed sex with my loved ones. Despite the media circus, I'd still thought I was going back to jail, and now that I was fully free, I wanted to mark the occasion with sex. Robert fucked me lying behind me while Becky and Pen took turns kissing me and licking my pussy, swapping every few minutes. It was slow, it was leisurely, and it was wonderful. I slept bracketed between the two women with Robert behind Pen.

Robert had to go to work in the morning, but Becky took the day off from school and the three women stayed in bed for another hour after he left, spending more sensual and lazy time in bed with heads between perfumed thighs, lapping the nectar found there. We finally got up and found the two children had already been fed by Mom, Stephanie and Bonnie, and they were now playing a game. I kissed the top of Emma's head before having breakfast myself with my two likewise late lovers.

"What are you going to do about the news crews?" Mom asked.

"I'm still thinking about it," I replied. "For right now, nothing."

"I have a PR person I use on occasion. Her name is Gwen Harding," Pen said. "Would you like her to contact you for advice?"

"Sure. Have her call me this afternoon around three. I'll talk to Chad to see what things he doesn't want me to say legally first. I guess I have to start leaving my phone on again. What a pain in the ass."

"I also think you and Emma need to see a psychologist," Mom said. "You've both been traumatized by recent events."

"I agree," Stephanie said. "I still see someone on occasion as necessary. He's very good. Would you like to talk to him?"

"Can he do Emma too, or does he only work with adults?"

"Trauma is trauma, but I can ask him if he works with children."

"Please. If he does, I'll schedule an appointment with him."

Dad had an interesting question. "If the State isn't going to prosecute you, could the Feds step in and charge you with violating Ransom's civil rights? You removed his opportunity to have a trial?"

I hadn't thought about that. "I should ask Chad that as well. I also want to talk to Detective Hanson to see if they've gotten any more information from Weege and Flaherty and see if we still need to worry about possible assassins. Before I do any of that, I just want to go to the gym and walk the treadmill for an hour."

"I'll join you," Bonnie said. "Bill said he's very happy with the weight I've lost and I have a lot more energy since I started exercising."

"I might as well go too," Becky said, "since I took the day off school."

"Alas, I've got phone calls to make," Pen said. "I'll have to turn the house phones on again, but hopefully, I'll be on the phone enough they won't bother anyone else.

As soon as I turned my phone on, I put the ring tone on silent so I could screen the calls I was going to answer. I put a call into Chad Andrews first, in the event he was tied up at the moment, so he could get back to me. He was, and his office said he'd call me in ninety minutes. Mom and Dad joined us in the gym, and I got what I considered to be a good workout for my condition.

I had time to shower before I got my call back from Mr. Andrews. I said there were a number of news vans parked outside the Tafts and we wanted to have a news conference at some point so we could get rid of them.

"My Dad asked if there was a chance the Feds could prosecute me for violating Ransom's civil rights if the state is dropping charges?"

"I suppose they could," he said. "My office hasn't heard anything, but it's still early."

"Then do you have any recommendations as to what I should say or not say to avoid giving them something to prosecute me with?"

"Stay away from the words murder or crime. Killing in self-defense isn't murder, so keep stressing the self-defense aspect of the event. Don't use the word crime. You didn't commit a crime, it was self-defense. The State and a judge determined there was no crime. You aren't a criminal. Lean on that. If the press uses those words, correct them.

"Don't let them control the narrative. You're innocent of any criminal wrongdoing. They'll want to sensationalize the event for their viewing audience. You want to tone it down. It's not a sensation to want to protect your family. Most people will do it if given the chance. In a sense, it will be a little like a courtroom, the courtroom of public opinion. They'll try to trip you up into saying something sensational, so consider your responses to the questions before you blurt anything out. If you can get them to give you a list of questions they want to ask ahead of time, that would be ideal. Does that answer your question?"

"I believe so. I'm going to be talking to a PR person later, someone named Gwen Harding. She'll help arrange the press conference and give me advice."

"Gwen is good. Listen to her."

"I appreciate the advice. Thanks."

After lunch, a light one due to the lateness of breakfast, Stephanie told me to call her trauma specialist, Gary Snyder. He said that he could deal with children as well as adults, so I called his office and made an appointment for Emma and me on Thursday afternoon. I gave them some details of what we needed to deal with. Next, I called Detective Hanson and asked him if we were free and clear now, or if we still had to worry about getting shot.

"Gina Weege didn't admit to it, but Michael Flaherty said Gina hired another killer to go after you and Bonnie specifically. He said she told him about it, but he doesn't know who it is. He doesn't know if the killer will quit now that Gina's been arrested. He doesn't know for certain if it's a man or woman, but thinks it's a woman by how Gina talked about the hitter. All the men have failed, so maybe it makes a certain amount of sense she'd hire a woman this time. Someone who you would have less reason to suspect as a hit man."

"What was Flaherty's part in this conspiracy?"

"He was responsible for the false IDs and how to hide the money. He got 15% for his part, Ortega got 25% for carrying out the murders, while Gina and Ransom split the rest. He also said that Gina was the one who thought of the plan for the insurance plot, after getting some money from Ransom's theft. She looked at it as a way to turn Ransom's theft into something much bigger. They worked out the details between them, then brought in Ortega and Flaherty, which is why their shares were smaller. Ortega insisted on 25% because he was doing all the dirty work. Flaherty got less because his role was smaller."

"Thanks detective. So, it's not over yet?"

"Not yet. We're still working on Weege to see if she'll spill, but she's lawyered up and unless she volunteers the information, we might not ever know who it is."

"Wonderful, just wonderful."

I told the others what Hanson told me. Bonnie found out her stupid mistake was still waiting to bite her in the ass. She cried some, and I comforted her in the absence of Bill. She cried on my shoulder, another victim of my fucking husband.

"You've all practiced situational awareness," Stephanie said. "Keep practicing. Don't assume it's a woman. Be aware of possible distractions. Something happens in front of you, don't quit paying attention to everything else going on around you. At least you know there's a good chance someone is still out there, so it won't be a surprise. I'd suggest that Bonnie and Sam never go out anywhere together. Make it difficult for whoever the killer is. Split their attention in two. We'll make sure that a woman is assigned to either of you when you go out, so they can go to the restrooms with you."

"Do we want to make it too hard?" I asked. "If they never feel comfortable in going after us, they could lurk out there for months. We'll lose our edge eventually. We can't be protected for the rest of our lives. They need to be brought out in the open."

"Sam, we don't want anything to happen to you," Pen said. "It's not just you, it's the baby as well. We're risking two lives."

"I understand that. Really, I do. But I don't want to be confined to a house the rest of my life. If you do put a woman on us, don't have her with us. Put her in the same room, but not part of our group. Don't go into a restroom with us. Go before we go. Set a trap that the killer could fall into, not make it so they don't try at all."

"That plan does have merit," Stephanie said. "I'll talk to Grant about it when he comes home."

"Did Hanson say anything about why me?" Bonnie asked.

"Apparently, Flaherty didn't know why, but it was Weege who hired him or her. I suspect that if Weege loved my bastard of a husband and you started fucking him after her arrest the first time, she looked at you as someone who was a romantic rival for the asshole she loved. She'd be like the jealous wife in this scenario, more than I ever was. I'd be both the romantic rival he had to remain married to, and the one who killed him. Revenge could be the more powerful motivation. The fact she won't talk despite being given incentives to do so, indicates an emotional reason, not a rational or financial one."

"I can't believe all I've brought on my family and me because of my acts of stupidity. What a foolish idiot I was."

"We were all blind where Ransom was concerned," I said.

"It shouldn't have mattered if I was blind. I was married to a good man and had a child. If I'd have kept my legs together no matter how blind I was, this wouldn't be happening."

"Unintended consequences of the unknown risks. You thought you understood the risks of cheating on Bill. They were worse than you believed. Spilt milk, Bonnie. You can't change the past, only work for a better future. You have to stop beating yourself up."

"I would stop beating myself up if it were ended, but it's not. We don't know when it's ending. Everyone I love is still at risk. How can I stop berating myself for my foolishness, if one of us should die for my stupidity. Every day I tell myself, 'I should have talked to my husband, told him how sad or unhappy I was. I could have tried being a better wife the way you've shown me, instead of finding some other creep.' I took the easy way out, and my family is paying big time."

Stephanie slapped Bonnie across the face. It wasn't particularly hard, but it snapped her back into place.

"Ow! What the fuck was that for?"

"Because that little pity party is what's going to get you killed. Fuck it. You made a mistake and it was a biggie, but if you dwell on it, you're not dwelling on the right fucking things. You need to toughen up, and pay attention to the here and now, or you'll make an even bigger mistake, which gets your ass dead."

"She's right," Mom said, brushing the tears off Bonnie's face. "It's time to put your big girl panties on and worry about the present. Be the better person now. It's all you can do. Be alert, and stay alive so you can make up for your mistakes."

Bonnie hugged Mom. "No wonder Sam is so good. She had you as an example."

"Well, I hope I had some part in how she turned out, but she still does things that I could never do, but on the other hand, having met you all and spent so much time with you, I guess I understand a little more why she'd do things I couldn't."

******

Gwen Harding called me at three. Since it was three, I answered the phone even though I didn't recognize the number. I'd already ignored a lot of calls.

"Samantha speaking," I said. "Is this Gwen Harding?"

"It is. I hear you have a bit of a public relations problem."

"More of an attention problem. I want the news people to leave us alone."

"Good luck with that until the next big event crops up."

"I'd like to schedule a news conference. I want them all to leave here and ask their questions at the news conference. The police say there is still someone who may be out to kill us, and the mass of humanity outside makes it easier for a potential killer to get close. Because there is another killer out there, the news conference can't be held outdoors, and needs to be done in a secure location. There will be metal detectors and body scanners screening everyone who wants to attend. My lawyer has recommended that I get a list of the potential questions first, so I was thinking of this weekend or maybe Monday for the press conference. I'd like them to stop calling us constantly. Anything you can do that makes that happen would be greatly appreciated," I said. "Can you help me?"

"That's what I do."

"How can you make that happen?"

"Let's see. My office will send out a notice to all the major news affiliates right now saying that we'll schedule a news conference in a few days, and we'd like a list of prospective questions ahead of time, so we don't have to deal with a lot of the same questions shouted out by competing newspeople. We'll tell them that anyone who wants to be invited to this news conference had better leave the house now and stop calling you and all people related to you. Failure to do so will have their rights to attend revoked, because it will be a secure location due to the continuing potential for a killer. All inquiries for you will be directed to call my office instead, and if we can't handle it, we'd contact you. That should get the major players out of your hair. The smaller podcasters or independents might still be a problem, but after the big guys clear out, we'll address any people still hanging around outside. You will have to answer follow up questions after the news conference, however, so be prepared."

"Why?"

"Because anything you do say, will raise follow up questions, which they'll want answered, or the problem won't go away. We'll try to limit the number of follow up questions to a couple per person. For the secure location, I suggest the Collier County Courthouse. They already screen everyone who enters for weapons, and we can use a vacant courtroom for the conference, because there will be a lot of people there."

"Will they allow us to use the courthouse?"

"The court administrator owes me a favor. I think it's feasible, especially if we do it on the weekend. I'm thinking Saturday, so I'd like to schedule a meeting with you on Friday to discuss what you'd like to say."

"My attorney has some recommendations I need to follow. It's possible the Feds may still have a legal interest in me."

"That's fine. We can practice your responses to various questions, and I should have the list of questions by then, so we can discuss the answers to those obvious questions. The morning would be best, giving us time to prepare before Saturday."

"Let's say ten, then."

"At the Taft's?"

"Yes. Have your ID, or Acme won't let you near the house."

"You should see people start to dissipate outside within the hour. I'll have someone from my office there at six to get rid of the small guys. They won't come in, so you don't need to worry about their ID. Hopefully, most of your extraneous phone calls should end by six or shortly after. Text me a list of numbers you want them to stop calling, and I'll make sure that goes out with my notifications. Anything else?"

"No, I think we're good. How much?"

"Penelope Taft is taking care of it. She said she has all of your money now. Don't worry."

"Of course she did," I said. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

I texted her the list of numbers as soon as we hung up. Gwen was right. In roughly an hour, the news trucks started pulling out, and by five-thirty, almost everyone was gone. My phone had gone mostly silent. At six, a man came with a portable loudspeaker and explained the situation to anyone that remained, then they were gone, except for three people who still didn't leave. One woman, and two men stayed. I wondered if they were just the morbidly curious, or if one of them was a potential killer. At least Acme had fewer people to watch, so most of the extra security left, leaving just a slightly larger crew to keep watch. My phone was silent again.

******

After the children were in bed, we told Grant, Robert and Bill the news provided by Detective Hanson. We were still at risk, particularly me and Bonnie, according to Flaherty, who knew Weege had hired someone else, but not who she'd hired. Flaherty was under the impression that it was a woman, but couldn't swear to it.

Stephanie talked to Grant about my basic idea of trying to trap the person so hired, by making it seem as if we were guarded by fewer than we actually were, and that we use a woman who could precede us into the ladies' room and be waiting when we went to use the it, instead of accompanying us.

Grant believed the plan had merit and said he'd discuss it with Acme tomorrow, see if they had someone they could use for the purpose.

"Why use Acme at all?" Stephanie said. "Let's use one of our military contacts. Someone from outside the area, in case the killer has done some research on Acme, and knows who the female operatives are."

"Who'd you have in mind?" Grant asked.

"Marcia Holmgren. She can blend into any environment, is a stone cold vicious bitch, and can portray anything from society matrons to drunken bag ladies. I even saw her play a man once, and I couldn't tell."

"She would work. Let's call Acme for a second. I wonder if anyone has tried to ask about female operatives. That might be a clue as to whether or not our killer is male or female."

Stephanie agreed and Grant made a call, putting it on speaker.

"Larry, a quick question," Grant said, "has anyone been enquiring about your female operatives since Ransom got killed in jail?"

"No one's asked about any, but we did have a female hire all female bodyguards for three straight days and nights."

"Who was it?"

"We don't actually know. She paid in advance on a corporate card, and all the money cleared, but the name we had for her actually turned out to be phony, and the corporation was a dummy. We got paid, so we haven't looked into it more."

"I suspect that the person who hired you was an assassin who wants to kill a couple of my folks who you're currently guarding. We think it's a woman and she was trying to identify your female operatives. Do you have a picture of her?"

"No."

"See if your female operatives can use a sketch artist or program to put together a facsimile of her for us. Send me the info and pass it to any of your staff working the Taft's detail."

"You got it. Damn, I got had."

"She sounds very professional. I'm not surprised. No one was looking for it. Thanks for the info."

"Sounds like it's a female," I said.

"Not necessarily," Grant said. "The real assassin could have used a female for the grunt work. It could still be a man. Don't make dangerous assumptions. It is more likely a female, because they wanted to know who Acme used, but a male could dress in drag. You never know. It looks like we're going with Marcia. I'll text her to call me. We don't want to meet up with her at all. I'd like her to remain remote."

"If the killer is only interested in Bonnie and Sam, could Maggie and I go home?" Dad asked. "I appreciate the hospitality, but I have a life elsewhere?"

"Why don't you give it a couple more days, Dad, to see if Hanson comes up with any more info first. If we don't have anything new after my press conference on Saturday, I'd say go home."