Beth sees Dr. Kline, spends Thanksgiving on the pony farm. She finally has regular sex with Grant, twice. This chapter contains oral sex, extramarital sex, lesbian sex, sex toys, masturbation and group sex. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his help with editing. He always makes it better. This is a copyrighted work. Do no edit, alter, change or publish anywhere else without the author's written permission. © 2024.
My Husband Fucked Me Over, Ch 24
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Before we left the motel on Monday morning, Grant was notified that there seemed to be a sniper on a nearby hill, waiting for us to leave so he could kill us as we got into our vehicle. Yes, Florida does have some hills. He put the phone on speaker so we could all hear.
"Just the one?" Grant asked.
"Appears so," Edgar said. "We could take care of it for you."
"But if it's only one, the other one would be warned we've got help," Grant said.
"What do you want to do?"
"Why not let the police handle it?" I asked. "Tell them we spotted what looks like a sniper at the hotel. We don't know who the targets are, but someone looks like they're going to get popped. I'm sure they'll send multiple squad cars to look into it. The sniper will abandon his post and we can leave, and whoever the sniper is, won't be any wiser than he was before."
"Are you sure you don't want to get rid of them piecemeal?" Edgar asked.
"The other half will just be more careful and may bring other people in. I think we need to get both of them at once," I answered.
"I think she's right," Grant said. "I think we need to get both at once for it to be truly over."
"We can call in an anonymous tip, so you guys don't waste time getting questioned," Edgar said. "Say we were walking a dog and saw him, and don't want to give our name in case we were mistaken."
"Sounds good," Grant said. "We'll be ready to leave as soon as you tell us the way is clear."
We warned the Acme guys to be ready to go at a moments notice, then we packed up all of our belongings, making sure we were wearing our kevlar. In fifteen minutes, we heard multiple sirens outside. Twenty minutes after that, Edgar notified us the path was cleared for us to leave and we left, Acme guards surrounding us front and back. We climbed into our car and headed down the road, nomads again. We went through a drive-thru for breakfast. Grant and Edgar confirmed we still had a tail, so that was good. We didn't want to lose them until we wanted to be lost. We did the same for our next two meals, fast food drive-thru.
Since we had to go to Gainesville on Tuesday, we didn't want to move too far, so we headed back to Tampa. We took a motel near Busch Garden that Edgar had picked out for us. The one worry we had was that the sniper was nearby and could also set up quickly, so that was something to be watchful for. Hopefully, he'd want more than one night to scout our location, but that was why we had our eye in the sky, to make sure we'd know about anyone lurking in the shadows.
We left Tampa pre dawn to make my appointment with Doctor Kline at the University of Florida, so the infrared cameras were able to spot watchers in the dark. No sniper, but we still had a watcher.
The handgun laws in Florida were going to be violated while we were on the campus, but none of us were willing to give them up, so we just hid them better. It's not likely we'd be searched anyway. Beth and Sahar were both in Dr. Kline's office. His secretary had been sent away. Our Acme guys kept watch outside. Even they didn't get to meet Beth and Sahar. They were our Aces in the hole.
I'd brought my paperwork with me. Dr. Kline had me take a seat in a comfortable, deep easy chair. He put me under hypnosis and I reread all of the reports about the deaths my husband and Gina Weege had caused. After that, Dr. Kline told me that Ransom did not deserve any of the pain and emotional turmoil I'd suffered from killing him. I was told to enjoy my sleep without dreaming of him. By this time, I believed that whole heartedly, to the very depths of my being.
I was unaware at the time of my subconscious conditioning, but when I was brought out of hypnosis, I remembered everything we'd done, except a key phrase which could be used to put me under again. Dr. Kline said that if I experienced any more symptoms of PTSD, to call him and he could put me back into an unconscious state over the phone and reduce my anxiety and nightmares each time. Beth was given the phrase so she could help me if she was around or Dr. Kline was busy or in a class.
For the first time since I killed Ransom, I felt no sadness for what I'd done, He had finally earned the blank spot I now carried for him, a small blip in my life, never quite to disappear, but never again to give me nightmares.
We spent the night in Gainesville, while the following night we planned another stop near Ocala, a different hotel to make things more difficult. It was going to be another two nighter so we could spend Thanksgiving on the pony farm with Theresa and company, and meet with Marcia Holmgren to set up and confirm our plans for our assassins, with her help. Friday and beyond, we'd start baiting them into an attack, if everything went right.
I sucked Grant off, while Bonnie satisfied me and Stephanie while he stood watch. Nothing against Grant, but I wanted to get back to Emma, Pen, Becky and Robert in the worst way.
On Wednesday night, we ate out shortly after checking into the hotel. When warned our watcher was entering the restaurant, we watched the same fellow as before take a seat nearby.
"Please, Grant, can't we stay in this motel again tomorrow. It's Thanksgiving. I'd like to spend some time eating a Thanksgiving dinner and talking to my loved ones, not driving all over Florida," I said.
"Every time we stop, we take a risk," Grant said.
"Have you seen any signs we've been followed?" Bonnie asked, following her script.
"Not really," he said.
"What about you, Stephanie. Have you seen anyone?" I asked.
"Can't say I have," she said, practically staring our watcher in the face.
"Just one more night. It's Thanksgiving, for God's sake," I said.
"One more day," he said. "Just one, and you'll quit asking."
"What if we talk to Robert," I said. "Acme has to be costing him a ton of money. Maybe if we don't see anyone for a couple more days, we can send them home."
"I'll check," he said, "but I can't have even a whiff of trouble."
"That's fine," I said. "I don't want to get shot either, but how long can we keep this up?"
"As long as necessary," Grant said.
"I understand. If we feel it's safe enough to send Acme home, maybe we can spend a couple nights apiece in the hotels. If we lost them, that should be all right, wouldn't it?" I asked.
"We'll talk it over with Robert," Grant replied. "He's paying the bills."
The first bread crumb.
That night, it was Stephanie who licked me, after I pleasured Grant.
"That's thanks for taking care of my husband," she said as she got up, wiping her face of my copious pussy juice.
Bonnie got punished for cumming without permission in the car. (She was wearing a Lush in music mode), then she had to lick Steph to several orgasms. She got to masturbate to one in front of us. She orgasmed so easily, the little slut.
"Are you excited to be going back to the pony farm tomorrow," I asked her as we cuddled together, trying to fall asleep.
"Yes, although I'd prefer not to go as a pony," she said, "if I may ask, Mistress?"
"We'll see," Stephanie said.
