Page 7 of Secrets on Sapphire

Bloody Mary

She slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Her fingers skimmed his tanned skin, feeling the chill bumps form. She got to his bellybutton before she could no longer stop herself from trailing kisses down his exposed skin. She removed her lips and continued undressing her husband.

His arms hung by his sides as he watched his wife begin to unbuckle his belt. She undressed him until he was left standing in his boxer briefs. She pushed him onto the bed and lifted her dress above her head. The material dropped to the floor behind her. She was wearing an electric blue bra and panty set. There were black garters attaching her thong to striped, black stockings. She walked toward the bed with a seductiveness that resembled a lioness about to attack its prey.

He couldn’t look her in the eye, but he knew how his body was going to react. He loved his wife once. Even now, not loving her, and as much as he wanted to resist, he could feel his cock growing in size. She was a beautiful woman. Her dark hair was neatly tied in a long ponytail. As she crawled on the bed between his legs, she let her hair fall loose. It swayed from side to side. She was on her knees on the king sized bed. She placed her pale fingers on her husband’s legs and bent down to lick his inner thigh. She grazed her tongue up to the bottom of his briefs where she could see his member growing beneath the black material. She ran her fingers through the waistband before pulling the last bit of clothing he was wearing off of his body.

He knew once she climbed on, he wouldn’t be able to help himself. She ran her fingers along the thin cloth covering her slit before pushing the thong to the side. Still fully dressed in her lingerie, she got on top of her husband, forcing him deep inside of her. Both of their blue eyes began smoldering. He sat up and grabbed her back, rocking her up and down in a rhythm they were both enjoying. Their moans began filling the room before her screams masked the grunts he was releasing from deep within his throat. Just as he wrapped his hands in her hair and slightly pulled her head back, she knew she was about to lose it. He began licking her exposed neck and making the rhythm of their bodies move at a quicker pace. His lips moved to her breasts that were still hiding behind her bra. Through the material he bit. Hard. Both of her nipples became erect immediately. She was no longer on the edge. She let go and her sweet liquid began falling all over her husband.

“I love you.” Brielle whispered as both of their breathing began returning to normal.

Her husband simply looked her in the eye, lifted her off of him, and got out of the bed. Tucker slowly walked into their bathroom. He locked the door and turned on the shower.

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The warm water hit his skin like a thousand tiny heated needles. Tucker hadn’t felt the same after Calista. She was gone and he had created that reality. Why didn’t he just fight back? He wanted to wash the filth off of him. The filth of what he had just done with his wife. The filth of that night. He closed his eyes and was immediately brought back to the dark night when he lost the woman that brought light into his world.

“Get up Tucker.” Brielle’s eyes were filled with rage and the words came out of her mouth like a spitting fire.

Tucker felt the cold gun stroke his temple. He turned around and saw his wife shed a single tear before pressing her lips so tightly together they seemed to have disappeared off of her face. He gently let go of Calista’s lifeless body, not wanting to harm her any further. He attempted to place his hands over her lids to cover those beautiful, lifeless emerald eyes, but Brielle stopped him. She pushed the pistol harder into his skin.

“Get up Tucker. Do not make me tell you again.” Brielle removed the gun from his head and stepped back to allow him room to move.

Tucker stood up and turned around. He couldn’t stop the water falling from his eyes to the floor. He didn’t understand how he could be standing when he felt so weak.

“This is what we are going to do. You are going to help me get rid of her body. If you put up a fight, I swear Tucker, I will have no hesitation killing you too.”

Tucker simply nodded. He thought for only a moment how he would love nothing more than to be with Calista. Dead or alive. However, he had children to think about and he couldn’t leave them with Brielle. Not now. Not knowing the monster she truly was.

“How do you want to get her out of here?” Tucker asked.

“Now that’s more like it.” Brielle placed a Cheshire cat like grin on her face before placing the gun in a holster hidden beneath her shirt. “You grab her from the top and I’ll grab her legs.”

Tucker quickly opened his eyes before he could sink further into his thoughts. His tears fell to the shower floor with the water flowing out of the showerhead. He scrubbed his skin as hard as he could and let out a very audible scream.

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