Chapter 8: Four Days with Kath.
Hello, readers. Katie Muggleton again. I am so happy you're still with me, and I can't believe how many people are still reading my adventures! It makes me feel humble that my story has touched so many. Let me remind you how the last chapter ended, and then I'll continue with my story.
I'd dropped my husband and daughter at the airport so they could catch their flight to Sydney. They wouldn't return until Sunday night, and I was looking forward to having plenty of time alone with my son. I'd stopped pretending I didn't desire him and had eagerly embraced him as the second most important man in my life. As such, I hoped we'd spend a lot of time together making love, interspersed with some good old-fashioned fucking.
That plan lasted until about thirty minutes after I'd returned from the airport. My son explained that he had a plan to erase my pictures from Frank's computer and cloud account. Unfortunately, his plan required me to distract Frank long enough for him and his friend Freddy to break into Frank's house and computer.
'Putting my head in the lion's mouth', as Johnny described it, I allowed Frank and his three mates, Tiny, Charlie and Jumbo II, to kidnap me from Bowen Hills train station. They took me to a private residence in Albion before taking me inside and to their Bdsm dungeon. They forced me to lie face down on a padded leather box and chained my wrists and knees to it.
I was made to blow Charlie and Jerry (Jumbo II) as Tiny raped my pussy, and later, Frank raped my ass. Then Jerry forced his enormous cock partway into my badly stretched pussy. But before he could force the rest into me, the door crashed open, and a police Tactical Response Team boiled into the room. Frank foolishly pulled a flick knife out and tried to cut my face, which caused one of the offices to fire upon and kill him.
As you can imagine, the shooting made Queensland and Australia headline news. Fortunately, my son and his friends had retrieved evidence from Frank's computer that he and his cronies were involved in multiple kidnappings, rapes and child pornography. Hence, the media were instantly sympathetic to my case.
Johnny, Freddy, Phil and I were subjected to several court cases where the Crown made its case against the remaining trio of Evan (Tiny), Charlie and Jerry (Jumbo II). We four also had to attend the Coroner's inquiry into the police shooting of Frank.
These events put an enormous strain on Sean's and my marriage. Sean never was convinced that I'd been kidnapped. He accused me of going voluntarily with the four men and having five-way sex with them. After numerous counselling sessions and insistence from Johnny, Freddy and Phil, he accepted that Frank had blackmailed me and that I'd only gone with him to give Johnny and Phil time to hack Frank's computer and erase my pornographic images.
Eventually, Sean admitted to the psychologist helping us that he'd had an ongoing, almost eight-year sexual relationship with his secretary and had so many illicit affairs outside his marriage that an accurate count was impossible. When the counsellor pointed out the hypocrisy of his position, he shamefacedly agreed.
On our way home, Sean apologised for not believing me and said he forgave me for everything I'd done. When we got home, Sean took me upstairs, and we made love for the first time since that night.
When we'd both climaxed, I burst into tears. Holding me tenderly, Sean assured me he hadn't stopped loving me and was glad we were back on an even keel. "I cannot imagine life without you, Katie," he said. "You're the yin to my yang, the tail to my head." Then he stated that he wanted us to live together long enough to be a disgrace to our children.
Giggling through my tears, I replied, "You can stick your (cock's) head in my tail anytime you want, buster!"
Somehow, that broke the dam wall between us, and our love for each other flowed freely once more. We made love again, and all the old passion was there. When Sean came inside me this time, I screamed my orgasm as he roared his. I woke the following morning wrapped in his arms, and all was good in my world.
During this dark time, there was one highlight. Sean insisted I take the four-day break I'd organised with my best friend, Kath Loughlin. Kath had stayed in constant contact with me during my troubles, and she thought that getting away for those four days would be good for me.
Readers, the events leading up to those four days and what Kath and I did during them are the subject of this chapter. Please don't judge me too harshly for what I did. As you'll see, I went a little nuts over these four days, but please, try to remember that I'd endured a seriously traumatic event and was mourning the seeming end of my nearly twenty-year marriage.
Waking up on Monday morning to an empty bed, I lay there and wept. I'd picked Sean and Kristy from the airport the night before, and they were agog with the news that the police had shot someone they knew. I didn't have it in me to confess in front of my daughter, so I remained silent during our trip home.
They both picked up that I was upset, and the conversation died. When we got home, Kristy whispered, "Nothing happened, Mom, if that's what you're worried about. I'm still a virgin. I tried to convince Dad to let me sleep with him, but he refused. The motel room we shared had two bedrooms, and Dad made me sleep in the other room. I tried to sneak into his the first night, and he firmly told me to go and sleep in my room."
I kissed my daughter's cheek and softly replied, "Please don't hate me when you hear what happened."
Concerned, Kristy asked what had happened, but I shook my head and said I'd tell her after speaking to her father.
I followed Sean up to our room and sat fearfully at my vanity as he unpacked. Eventually, he sternly said, "Out with it, Katie. What the fuck is up your ass?"
I explained what happened on Friday night, and Sean turned away from me for the first time since he took my virginity. I tried to hug him, but he remained stiff as a board and shrugged off my embrace. Taking his toiletries bag, Sean walked out of our bedroom and went to the guest room. I followed him, but he shook his head, shut the door and locked it.
Rolling out of bed, I dressed demurely and walked to the kitchen. Sean and Johnny were having a heated debate. Johnny's eyes flashed, and his face was red, but he stopped talking when he saw me entering the room. Sean turned, saw me, angrily turned away and stalked out to the dining room.
Not knowing what else to do, I asked Johnny what he wanted for breakfast and then made it. Doubling what I had made for my son, I asked Johnny to take the extra plate to his father. Johnny returned a few moments later with a full plate.
"Dad's stormed off to his new office over the garage, Mom. He says he doesn't want breakfast," Johnny explained.
Trying not to weep, I accepted the plate from my son and put it aside. When Kristy entered the kitchen, I offered it to her. Kristy took it happily and sat at the breakfast bar to eat it. Johnny sat with me as I described Friday night's events. At the end of my description, Kristy hugged me and said she was glad I was safe. She hugged her brother appreciatively, kissed his cheek and thanked him for rescuing me.
