My Husband Fucked Me Over Ch 25

In this chapter, Sam is finally reunited with all of her friends, lovers and family. They meet another family into dominance and submission. This story contains lesbian sex, sex toys, public play, and oral sex, dominance and submission, and references spanking. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editorial assistance. This is a copyrighted work and not to be duplicated, edited, altered or published in any other forum or medium without the author's express permission. © Copyright 2024

My Husband Fucked Me Over, Ch 25

Reunion

I woke up late to the exquisite sensation of Beth between my legs, lapping my folds, while Sahar tongued a puckered nipple, almost as if she hoped to draw milk out of it. I was taken so high, I thought I might die before Beth sent me over the precipice, screaming into the pillow half smothering me, drenching Beth in my cum, my hips bucking so hard, Beth had to hold me on the bed. That was the first of five more, two by Beth, and three from Sahar. My legs could barely hold me up they felt so rubbery.

Sahar helped me to the bathtub, while Beth stripped the sheets off the bed and called housekeeping for replacements. Sahar washed me so tenderly, I felt like a newborn, and maybe I was. After housekeeping departed, Beth joined us in the tub, sliding behind me, her hands caressing my boobs, while she kissed my neck.

"Who do I repay for that intense orgasm?" I asked.

"Nobody," Beth said. "Today is all about you."

"I don't like being a selfish lover."

"We'll worry about reciprocation tomorrow," Beth said. "Today, you're queen for the day for saving my honey."

"Edgar said I only bruised granny. He killed her."

"He didn't notice her until you shot. You saved her. How did you notice her?"

"I got killed on Hogan's Alley when a grandmother shot me."

"Whoever put that in there deserves a bonus," Sahar said. "I was worried about everyone else but the gray haired biddy on the floor. I thought she was crawling towards her son."

"She was until she saw his head was mostly gone, then she veered towards you."

"Thanks for having my back," Sahar said.

She leaned forward and kissed me. It was a soft and gentle kiss, so unlike Sahar herself.

When she retreated again, I asked. "Is my nightmare over, or are there others out there?"

"Edgar thinks it's over," Beth said. "The old lady didn't have any more children, so everyone else got swept up. We'll have to remain somewhat alert while the FBI finishes questioning all of the remaining participants, but he's pretty satisfied with the results."

"Can I go home now?"

"We have to stick around a day or two longer for all the interviews, reports and statements to get signed and filed. You need to give a statement. I think the Feds are interested in how you became a target, so you'll probably need to relive the last eight or nine months of your life. I believe your statement is scheduled for one this afternoon at the Groveland Police Department, but the time may get changed depending on how the other interviews are progressing. They said they'd notify us. They have my number. Are you hungry?"

"Starving. I can't believe I slept nine hours."

"The hotel doesn't have a restaurant. We'll need to leave to eat," Beth said.

"Where's Bonnie?" I asked.

"She's sharing a room with Marcia. Stephanie ordered Bonnie to take care of her last night for saving her bacon in the restroom," Sahar said.

"How did Marcia handle Mrs. Arizona?" I asked.

"Who?" Beth asked.

"Mrs. Arizona, the lady with the Arizona DL who went after Bonnie in the rest room? There was Mr. and Mrs. Arizona, Mr. Wisconsin, Mr. Piggy, Granny, Pot Belly and Nerd. That's how I thought of them."

"Ahh. Taser. She got quite the shock when she tried opening Bonnie's stall door. It's why she was so wobbly when they dragged her out in cuffs. I think she peed herself too," Sahar laughed.

"That poor restaurant owner. All that blood and gore and the vomit," I said.

"He got well paid," Beth said. "He can do quite a remodel with the money he received. Not to mention that when the news gets out, the Looky Lous will probably fill his restaurant."

"I suppose. Baby needs to get fed," I said. "I need to eat."

Sahar helped me out of the tub and helped dry me off while Beth made arrangements. The drone flights hadn't ended yet, and we'd still have a couple of extra bodyguards with us when we went out, in addition to Sahar and Marcia, Grant and Stephanie. The others joined us in the hall before we departed, and we walked a half block to a Perkins near the hotel. Bonnie looked as happy as I felt, thinking it was almost over. Edgar and Chaney were the other two who went with us. They'd both had their interviews last night.

I had eggs over easy, bacon, sausage links and pancakes in addition to a Mammoth Blueberry Muffin. Edgar laughed when he saw my plate. Bonnie had even more than I did as she'd lost her supper last night. We ate like wolves.

I asked Marcia, "How was the slut last night?" Bonnie blushed.

"The slut was very, very good," Marcia laughed. "So good, I kept her up an hour last night, and another ninety minutes this morning. I find it hard to believe she's married to a man."

"You can thank my sweetie for that," Sahar said. "She's a Beth trained slut, and there are no better sluts than one Beth trained."

"How do you identify, sexually?" I asked Marcia.

"I guess you could call me pansexual. I've found it convenient to blend in with anyone, so I'm not too particular who shares my bed."

Our meal out was more relaxed than usual, given we thought the ordeal was over. Everyone was still alert, but they weren't as tense, I suppose you'd say. They'd pulled in a couple more FBI agents from Orlando, so hopefully the interviews would go more quickly.

When we finished, we walked back en masse and I put on some more formal clothes. Bonnie and I still rode in our armored car, with Edgar, Sahar, Cheney and Marcia riding in other cars, fore and aft. We took a seat in the waiting room of the Groveland PD office and waited for our turns.

About 1:15, a young FBI agent introduced himself to me as Linus Wingate and asked me to go to one of the interview rooms set up for interrogations.

There was a digital recorder on the desk, and a camera in the corner aimed at us. There was also a plastic bottle of water, unopened. Condensation had formed on the outside so it was cold.

"Would you like an attorney?"

"Am I being arrested?"

"Not to my knowledge, but it's possible you might divulge criminal information during this interview. An attorney may tell you not to answer a specific question."

"I'm fine. I imagine all of my criminal acts have already been addressed by other authorities."

"For the record, can you state your name and address, place and date of birth?"

"My name is Samantha Ford, nee Anders, I currently live with Robert and Penelope Tate in Naples, Florida, with my daughter, Emmaline." I gave him the address. "I was born in Fort Myers, Florida, on February 18, 1996."

"Can you tell me how you came to be targeted by an assassination team, currently being described as the Whore Killers?"

"It's going to take awhile."

"Take as long as you need."

I gave him the story, pretty much as I've related it to you. He took some notes, but let the recording do most of the work. He'd occasionally ask a question or two in clarification. I pretty much didn't discuss anything I hadn't personally witnessed, including discussing the deaths of Slobotnik, and the taped conversations with the two individuals in Miami who'd been questioned.

"Do you know why Bonnie Smith was targeted with you?"

"I can only speculate. I don't know."

"Go ahead and speculate."

"My ex-husband, Ransom, had an affair with her after his paramour was arrested for receiving stolen money. It was relatively brief, as her husband found out and put a stop to it. Now, I believed that Ransom wanted to kill me, the Tafts, the Smiths, and my neighbor across the street. Edith. Once I killed Ransom, I don't believe Gina cared a fig for anyone else, alive or dead, and once we found out the targets were only me, Bonnie and our children, I speculate Gina decided to dispose of any of the other women who'd slept with him, and their children, and me particularly, because I killed Ransom, her lover. I doubt Gina Weege ever met her or had any reason to hate Bonnie, other than she'd fucked Ransom."

"Why did you agree to allow yourself to become a target for this assassination team, especially while pregnant?"

"There had already been eight assassination attempts made on my life. I believed it would continue until the assassins were stopped. I not only needed to protect myself and my unborn child, but my other daughter, who was also a target. The circumstances seemed to be in our favor if we acted now."

"Do you believe that Gina Weege will quit hiring killers with the death or capture of these?"

"I can't say for certain, but I hope not."

"What makes you think she won't?"

This was treading on dangerous ground. I didn't want to implicate Sahar in any threats.

"Well, I know the State is going after all of Gina Weege's assets which should make it difficult for her to pay for any further attempts on my life, but I also visited Gina Weege in the jail and said that if she thought she was safe in jail, she was mistaken. By attempting to kill me in the jail, she'd proven it could be done. I said that if anything happened to me, something could very well happen to her. She was not well liked by the Corrections Officers, since one of her assassination attempts resulted in the severe injury to one of their own. I believe she took my threat seriously, but who knows."

"I understand Gina Weege is going to plead guilty to the charges against her."

"That's news to me. I'm sure the State is relieved they won't have to go through a costly trial."

"You seem to have a certain closeness to members of the law enforcement community. Why is that?"

"They've tried to protect me as best as they could. They've treated me right when trying to solve the crimes committed against me, helped protect me in jail. Why wouldn't I be fond of them? They did their jobs to the best of their ability. Seems only fair I don't blame them for doing their job. I think they could all understand the pressures I was under, so I hope I can understand theirs."

"Is there anything else you'd like to add."

"I don't think so."

"This terminates the interview with Samantha Ford, Monday, December 2, 2024. Mrs. Ford, thank you for your time."

"Miss Anders, please. I'm taking my maiden name back."

"Miss Anders, we'll get this typed up and have you come in to sign it tomorrow."

"Will I be able to go home then?"

"Yes."

"Thank you, Mr. Wingate. I don't hold you responsible for doing your job either." I smiled at him.

"It seems that you've been instrumental in ending a murder for profit scheme and helped land one of the worst group of assassins this country has seen in a while."

"That was by accident. I was just trying to protect myself and my daughter."

"Accident or not, you did good."

I left the room, and I felt good, mostly because I could go home soon.

Sahar, Edgar, Grant, Stephanie, Cheney and Marcia were waiting. Bonnie was still in an interview with one of the other FBI agents.

"I told the agent I was the one who threatened Gina," I told Sahar.

"They didn't even ask me about her," Sahar said.

"When were you questioned?"

"Last night, because I killed the fat fellow. Edgar got questioned early because he killed the old lady. Marcia got questioned because she tasered the Arizona bitch. The people who were arrested got questioned to see if they admitted to any others on their team. They'll be questioned at length for the next week, trying to clear up other assassinations. You didn't kill anyone. The other witnesses were all questioned today."

"Do our loved ones know we're safe?"

"Beth gave a full briefing to Joshua," Edgar said, "who told Penelope and the children. He hasn't spoken to Robert or Bill yet."

"I told Robert," Grant said. "It's my job to keep him informed. I suspect he told Bill and Becky, but I don't know for certain."

It was a half hour later that Bonnie finished. She was teary eyed. I asked her why. We were still waiting for a couple others that had come with Edgar.

"They wanted to know why the team was after me, so I had to tell them about my affair. I swear to God, I'm so embarrassed by the whole thing. Everyone knows I was a fucking slut who cheated on my husband, one of the best men I know. I feel so stupid."

"I'll punish you if you like," Stephanie said. "How many swats to your ass would it take to make you feel right with the world again?"

"I'm not sure I can count that high," Bonnie laughed.

"A friend of ours gets fifty stiff swats every morning from her husband because she used to cheat on him, as a reminder for her past infidelity and never to cheat again," Sahar said. "She gets them despite it being years since she cheated.

"I should let Bill punish me every day for the same reason. Thank God, I think this is finally over with. I can't believe I endangered my whole family because I hooked up with an asshole."

"Should I get punished because I married said asshole?" I asked.

"No, because you didn't know," Bonnie said. "I know what you'll say next. I didn't know either, but if I'd have kept my knees together, it wouldn't have mattered what I knew. I knew it was wrong, and that's all that should have mattered."

"Look at the bright side. Your marriage is stronger than ever, you've learned something new about yourself and have a new way to play with Bill, you're having another welcomed baby with him. Not to mention, he figured he needed to change jobs so he could spend more time with you. You took a negative, and got some positives out of it."

"Thanks in large part to you, Sam. You could have screwed me good with Bill. I deserved your scorn, your hatred, and all I got from you was love. You worked to make things better between us. I'll never be able to thank you for all you did, even if I lick your pussy every day."

I laughed. "Despite everything else that happened because of Ransom, and it's been a shit load, and quite scary, I've made lots of capable, wonderful new friends, made better friends with you and Edith, I've got new loved ones in my life, Robert, Pen, and Becky, and a new baby on the way to be Emma's sister. I even made friends with jail guards, inmates and police detectives. I'm a stronger, more capable person, who will find very little can throw me for the rest of my life. It hasn't all been a disaster. A lot of good came out of it."

"I'd have to agree," Stephanie said. "As bad as things have been, Grant and I have been promised two children of our own, all of my relationships have largely improved, including those with my employers. I feel more like a friend than an employee. Bonnie is my little slut to play with whenever Bill's not around. I've got a lot to be thankful for."

"Not to mention, we should be getting home in time for Grant to have another chance to plant a baby in Becky," I said. "I think we all have a lot to look forward to. I think this Christmas and all of the New Year are going to be dynamite. Just think, by this time next year, you and Grant could be holding a new baby in your arms. I'm looking forward to every moment."

"Just out of curiosity," Sahar said. "Which of those jokers was the sniper? I find it difficult to believe it was any of the four who got arrested unless it was the Arizona bitch's husband. Do we know yet if he had sniper training?"

"Good question," Edgar said. "Roberta is an anomaly when it comes to military trained sniper women, and I doubt it was four eyes or lard bucket. Maybe the pot bellied guy if I had to pick one other than the husband. Four eyes was the bomb maker. Lard bucket the computer guy who took contracts on the dark web now that Momma was phasing out of the business. Really good question."

He got up to look for the FBI agent in charge of the investigation.

"You mean there might be one more person out there?" Bonnie asked, reaching for my hand.

"Maybe," Cheney said. "That's why we aren't letting our guard down yet, but it's not a whole team anymore. If it's just the one guy, we can have Henry or Roberta take him out long range because I'm willing to bet our Marine snipers are better than their whoever sniper."

We talked softly while Edgar conferred with the head guy. It took about an hour, and another visit to talk to the four arrestees, checking to see if their stories matched. Finally, Edgar came back.

"Good news. It was the Arizona husband. He was picked for the team because he brought sniper skills. He ended up marrying 'WhoreKiller' about six months after joining the group. He wasn't trained by the military, but he'd won a couple of regional rifle competitions, so he was considered good enough to join their group. We looked up his accomplishments on the web, and he had some skill, but he wasn't world class. The Feds are pretty sure we got them all."

"Then after we sign our statements, we can go home," I said.

"Looks like it." Bonnie squeezed my hand.

I asked Grant, "Can we leave tomorrow after we sign our statements?"

"Fine by me."

"Where will you be going?" I asked Sahar.

"We'll fly out of Orlando and meet Joshua in the Bahamas. It's too bad we missed the Guadeloupe leg, but we'll see them some other time. That's the nice thing about traveling all over the world. We've made friends everywhere."

"Being an assassin must be a weird job. Lot's of traveling, having to be careful of what you say to everyone all the time. You can't just let stuff slip. What do you say when a date asks what you do for a living? Did any of the assassination team have any children?" I asked Edgar. "They were all old enough to have teenagers at a minimum, maybe older. If so, where do they leave them when they take jobs? Home with their grandparents? Take them with? 'We're going to go kill somebody today, obey granny and don't get into any trouble.' I couldn't imagine what I'd tell Emma if I was a hitter."

Marcia, Edgar, Grant and Stephanie all looked at one another.

"Oh, shit," Marcia said. "Families include the children."

"What does that mean?" I asked. "Are you suggesting they trained their kids to be killers?"

"The old lady trained her four kids to be killers. Why wouldn't the kids train their kids to be killers?"

"So this isn't over yet?"

"Fuck this!" Sahar said. "Let me talk to the Arizona bitch."

"Sahar, you can't threaten federal prisoners," Edgar said. "I probably can't even get you into see one of them. You have no legal standing."

"Put me into the jail cell next to her. Who do I have to fuck up to be arrested?"

"Hold your horses," Edgar said. "They'll be records if they had kids. I'll talk to Jack again."

Edgar went searching for the FBI agent brought in to help coordinate the governments search for the hit team.

Marcia said, "Sam, no one else thought about kids."

"I think about kids all of the time. I couldn't imagine not thinking about them. I didn't think they'd be more trained killers though."

"I still think you're more than a baby factory. Think about it."

Edgar was gone for another hour. When he came back, he confirmed that three of the adult killers had kids, everyone but the fat guy. The Arizona couple had three, two were teenagers the woman had with her first husband, before she killed him, a third she'd had with the sniper, who was now five. Pot Belly had one who was twenty. He'd divorced his wife and she got custody of the kid, but he was on his own now and had the same address on his driver's license as Pot Belly. He hadn't responded when they called the house. The nerd bomb maker had a fourteen year old kid living at home. Four eyes was married still, but his wife and child had left the house just after his arrest, destination unknown.