For anyone that has not read George Andersons legendary tale, February sucks that has inspired many many continuations/ additions etc. you may want to read that first.

February/March

The throaty growl of the Ferrari and the vibrations it causes aided Linda to get one final release of his sperm before returning to her mundane life. As she deep throats Marc, not moving her head, she suckles on the monster cock that reaches down her throat as he drives her home. A fleeting thought of her husband and what he is going to say and do when she gets home, is rapidly dismissed by memories of last night. His size, his stamina and how quickly he recovered, the only sleep she had was a few minutes here and there when she had passed out with pleasure, each time awakening as he resumed fucking her. The four times he had fucked her, taking her through orgasm after orgasm each far stronger than any she had with her husband, ever and she had always thought he was an amazing lover. Twice she had sucked him to completion, she giggles thinking this will be the third.

He comes as they turn the last corner before her home is in sight.

“What the fuck is this?” Marc asks as Linda is licking the last of his ejaculate from his cock.

She lifts her head and looks through the windscreen and gasps bringing her hand up to her face.

Last night

“She’s all right, you don’t need to check on her.” Dee was addressing the bartender. “Everything’s fine. I’ll take care of this.” She placed a five on the counter. I wondered why the bartender looked at me with what seemed like sympathy as she pocketed the bill.”What ... why ... but she went there with you? because you asked her?” I was completely confused.”Jim, she’s not in the restroom. She has left the club.””Left? Without me? Why? What’s the matter? Why didn’t she tell me? Where did she go? Is she all right?” I still didn’t get it.”Let’s go to the end of the bar where there’s some privacy.” I just went where Dee dragged me. It was quieter in the dark corner at the end of the bar. Dee looked me in the eye.”Jim, Linda loves you. She loves you and the children more than anything else in the world, and she always will, and you know it. But she is spending tonight with Marc.”I stood there with my mouth open, looking stupid as my world ended. Pictures whirled madly through my mind, or what was left of it. Linda at the top of the stairs in her beautiful blue dress. Linda at dinner; Linda at the club; Linda as we fed wings to each other. Linda in Asshole’s arms. My anger rose.”So on what was supposed to be our special night, she left me for some asshole jock.” I glared at Dee as I growled the words.”Jim, she hasn’t left you. She’ll come home to you tomorrow, and you’ll have plenty of other special nights together.””She didn’t even have the guts to tell me to my face that she was leaving me. She just snuck out the back door.””Jim, listen to me. She hasn’t left you...”

“I hope you understand what you have done, I really hope you understand the consequences of your duplicity in my wife’s betrayal, whatever happens now is partially your fault.”

His face, his words were emotionless, his eyes however, seemed to show every dark emotion, hate, despair and loss.

He turned from her and walked from her to the exit, his movements seemed jerky, unnatural in some way. As she watched him she wondered what he meant, she knows he loves Linda. She tells herself it will be okay and returns to the table with her husband and their friends, easily joining in with the mocking of Jim and the women’s huddled conversations about how lucky Linda was to have been chosen by such a hunk.

The present

Across her driveway and in front of their front door are strips of blue and white tape with the words, “crime scene” repeated along the length.

“Get the fuck out of my car,” Marc screams at her. “Don’t bring my name into this, forget me, tell them anything, but that you were with me last night, get out of my fucking car you slut.”

She does not move, she is just staring at the scene in front of her, her hand still held in front of her mouth.

He reaches over her and pulls on the door handle to open the door, as soon as it releases he pushes he out of the door, hardly giving her time to fully exit the car before driving off, the lurch forwards slamming the door closed as she spills out onto the road.

Unsteadily she rises to her knees, her eyes fixed, staring at her front door. Several neighbours had looked out of their houses at the sound of the sports cars arrival, many more looked out after it loudly raced away. Linda is oblivious to them all, she does not notice them shaking their heads and turning away, going either inside their houses or into their back gardens.

Linda walks forward in a similar manner to her husband had the previous evening when he left the club, every step a labour.

The tape across her driveway is broken with little effort, the tape across her doorway also provides no barrier. Her hands are trembling as she finds her keys in her handbag.

Her hands are shaking so much, she needs two hands to get the key aimed at the keyhole.

Before she can open the door a loud voice shouts, “ma’am, do not open that door.”

The door opens as a woman in uniform catches hold of her arm. “Ma’am, you cannot go in there until the scene has been cleared.”

“No, no, I have to go to my husband, I need him to see nothing has changed, I am here and I still love him.”

“Ma’am, you’ll have to come with us, we need to understand why this happened.”

“You would have done the same ... if he had chosen you, I know you would, anybody, would have gone with them and like Jim, they would have felt honoured that his wife was chosen. I need to see him, he needs to reclaim me.”

“Sorry ma’am, I need you to come with us.”

“No!” Linda shouts at the officer, I need to show my husband that nothing has changed, He has to reclaim me.”

“Ma’am, you need to come with us now,” this time it is the other officer.

“It is not open for discussion ma’am.”

“No, this is important, my husband needs me.”

“Ma’am, I assure you, he is not there, maybe you can see him later, but for now, you must come with us.”

“I’ll wait for him, then later, after he has reclaimed me we can meet you then.”

The male officer shakes his head and returns to his car, the female officer, reaches up and turns her body cam off. “Listen you dumb bitch, doesn’t the crime scene tape tell you something?

“Oh, I don’t know, were we burgled or something, my god, they didn’t hurt Jim did they?”

“I can assure, nobody, other than yourself hurt your husband.”

“Yes I suppose I might have, but once he has reclaimed me everything’s going to be back to normal, you’ll see.”

“You honestly think he would have been happy with you turning up at past three in the afternoon looking and smelling like you’ve fucked

“Ma’am,” she snarls, “if you don’t get in that car, we will cuff you and put you in it now, move your ass.”