Kit's Adventures
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Chapter 24: Beyond Anger
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 24: Beyond Anger - The members of the Girls’ Wednesday Luncheon Group change multiple marriages, becoming the basis for many sex parties, create a sexually-based business, and then do award-winning adult videos. The main protagonist is Kit, a hot, young female, married to Dax, and willing to try just about anything that’s adventurous. This erotic novel is presented here weekly over the next half-year.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Incest Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Orgy Swinging Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Voyeurism Violence
With the holidays behind us, we had some great times in early winter with our growing circle of friends we were meeting through Ross’ weekly house parties.
In March, Lois’ divorce became final and she got all the final papers. Her lawyer also presented her with a check for her share of their house, which Gordon has sold. There were other funds and investments that came to Lois. Lois had Cory, Crystal’s accountant, help her account for everything the right way and then started her with Charles Schwab so she’d have a growing nest egg.
Gordon, her ex had fought over some inane stuff that Lois finally just gave in on since the items meant little to her. She figured he just wanted to slow things down and harass her further. She never saw him again after the day she had left him to hide at our house. All the back-and-forth was through their lawyers.
To my surprise, Lois did turn into an engaged woman. Glen remained enamored with her, and treated her like a princess – a sexy, horny, fuck doll, cum-slut, princess.
Glen was traveling all over the world between China, Japan, the U.S., and throughout Europe nearly nonstop, so he’d suggested that she continue to live with Dax and me, if we didn’t mind. – and we didn’t. We loved her, and had an active sex life with her on a daily basis.
At the same time, Lois happily took more calls from the City Girls site. She was seeing Glen on occasional weekends if he was in the eastern U.S., and would tell him about her ‘dates’ as they lay in a large bed in his hotel suite. I even went with her some evenings to try to amuse Glen; especially when Dax had a ‘date’. Glen loved variety and would fuck both of us all night long. I liked the man.
One time soon after the divorce was final, Dax and I double dated with Glen and Lois. It was more of a traditional date with dinner, dancing, and then some time in his large bed at the Westin. At the dinner, Glen removed the ring from Lois’ hand to examine it, but then got down on one knee and proposed. He slipped the ring back on her finger. Lois said, ‘Yes,” of course.
I pushed on Glen privately to be sure he was alright with having a ‘working wife’. He laughed and said that he loved it. He said he knew himself well enough that if it started to bother him, he’d run-up a red flag. Lois said she’d stop instantly, but also admitted that she loved living a ‘slutty life’ after Gordon had kept her on such a short chain most of their marriage.
Somehow, over that same dinner, Lois regaled us with what Gordon, her ex-husband, would think of her working for City Girls and being a consort to well-heeled men that wanted company and sex. Basically, he’d go ape-shit crazy.
Lois bought herself a little yellow Porsche and developed an extraordinary wardrobe. After the divorce decree, she talked about moving out of our home and getting her own condo. She was raking in the money, so could certainly afford the down payment.
Dax and I pleaded with her to stay with us. We liked having a foursome in our house and in our large bed. Lois and Margo liked it, too. Dax liked having multiple wives, plus sometimes when I had a ‘date’ he fucked Margo’s and Lois’ lights out.
Margo had taken even larger steps to separate from her husband, Jerry. She’d filed for divorce under the terms of the pre-nup that they’d created over two-decades earlier. The net of that was that Margo kept her car, her trust, and got half the proceeds from the sale of the house. Jerry bought her out.
Margo marketed herself to law firms around Sarasota, and in one day had a new job at greater pay and benefits than she’d had up north. She phased out of her northern job, and moved to Florida.
More specifically, she moved in – temporarily? – with Dax, Lois, and me, while the divorce worked its way through the court system up in Connecticut.
Dax got another promotion, taking over all of Florida with the service techs. That meant that he usually was in one of the major cities in the state three nights a week. With him gone so many evenings, I also started accepting more ‘dates’ on City Girls just as Lois had. We even double dated occasionally when there was a request for two women. For Dax, however, I took him off the market, and City Guys kind of dried up. The few ‘dates’ the other men had weren’t enough of an inducement for them to stay in the game. One weekend, I revamped the website.
Dax, Lois, Margo, and I were home one Wednesday night when the doorbell rang around nine p.m. We’d been in the living room watching television.
Dax jumped up and said he’d get the door. None of us were expecting anybody.
I heard the door open in the hallway and a bad-tempered male voice yell at him, “YOU’VE BEEN FUCKING MY WIFE!” I then heard a shot. I’d only heard gunfire on television, but I had no doubt that the noise was a real, live gun shot – and it was only thirty feet from where I sat on the other side of a wall from our home’s foyer. It was loud and instantly I knew that Dax was in trouble.
I glanced at Lois and Margo. They rolled over the back of the sofa they’d been on. I realized that I should be doing the same. I quickly scrambled behind the overstuff chair where I’d sat. I tried to be quiet. I wondered if the man would shoot all of us.
I counted to one-hundred and heard nothing – not a footstep, shuffle, or anything. I got low near the carpet and peered around and through the end table there. There was nothing but still air. I counted to one-hundred again, and then slowly stood up.
I crossed the room and peered towards the front door, ready to run through the house if I saw something threatening.
The front door was still wide open. Crumpled on the floor in front of the door was my husband. I screamed. “Call 9-1-1.” I ran to Dax. I rolled him onto his back.
Dax had blood all over the right side of his chest. I felt myself going into shock, but I took a deep breath and went to work. I stripped Dax’s shirt away, even racing to the kitchen for scissors, a sharp knife, and some clean dishtowels. I cut away the clothing. His chest was a bloody mess. I wasn’t even sure he was alive, but I put a compress over his wound and held it down.
Lois appeared with the cellphone in her hand. She was talking to the 9-1-1 operator. “Yes, a shooting at this address. He’s a man about thirty-three. The wound is on the right-side of his chest. Hurry. He’s already bled a lot, but still breathing - barely.”
I then heard her shift gears with the 9-1-1 operator, “I know who shot him. The man’s name is Gordon Carson. He left here, most likely driving a 2020 Honda SUV, color black. He is armed and is apparently one very angry man because my divorce was recently granted. You have to find him before he hurts anybody else.”
I heard the ambulance siren about two minutes before it arrived at the house. The two EMTs raced in with their kit. The first thing they did was turn Dax over to discover an exit would. There was one. The bullet had gone all the way through. He’d been bleeding from that hole, too. Fuck.
With sirens running and lights blazing two police cars pulled up to the house seconds later. They came in with guns drawn, until they assessed the scene, and were assured the shooter had left the scene.
I dissolved into deep racking sobs and fell back against a wall as one of the EMTs took over the space where I’d been trying to staunch the flow of blood from my beloved husband’s body. I watched as they injected something into Dax, and then they quickly got him on a gurney.
More sirens arrived. Several more policemen in uniform came into the foyer. Two more cops had guns drawn, until they realized there was no threat. Despite her sobs, Lois explained to them that her ex-husband had been the shooter. She’d recognized his voice without a shred of doubt.
After the shot, she’d also peeked out the window behind the sofa and had seen him leave in his car. She described his car again, and one of the cops put it out on the radio.
One cop sat on the floor next to me and despite my tortured crying had me say what had happened. There wasn’t much to tell. Meanwhile, I watched the EMTs trying to stop Dax’s bleeding. Dax’s gurney was taken to the waiting ambulance. I followed the gurney out. The fact they were working on him meant he was still alive.
Dax was situated in the ambulance and the doors started to shut. I yelled, “NOT WITHOUT ME GOING.” I jumped onto the step and into the interior of the ambulance, by Dax’s feet and sat on a bench. He was still unconscious.
The two EMTs looked at me. “You a relative?”
“I sobbed and screamed at them, “I’M HIS WIFE. SAVE HIM, SAVE HIM.” I didn’t get any further argument.