Chapter 1

Ryan Sanders thrusted easily in and out of his wife's pussy. Amanda "Mandy" Sanders was on her hands and knees and moaned heavily as her husband moved his dick expertly inside her. He moved faster and she knew from the experience of making love with him for over ten years of marital bliss that mutual orgasms were imminent.

They both preferred making love with either him on top or her on top. Often they started with her on top and moved to him on top. This day, Mandy was eight months pregnant with their third child, a boy they already named Zane. With her current body size, entry from behind was easiest. They were not going to allow anything to hinder their love making.

Ryan groaned. He was close to cumming. He recognized the familiar pants of his conjugal partner. He loved it when they orgasmed simultaneously.

A tremendous boom shook the house.

"What was that?" Mandy said in alarm and nervousness. She looked back at her husband who thrusted inside her pussy. "I think it's downstairs."

Ryan knew his beautiful wife preferred that he go check out the disturbance right now, but at this very moment he was too far along. The explosion sound jarred Mandy out of her sexual mood so that she stopped thrusting back, but he was too imminent.

"I'm cumming," he cried out. After two more thrusts, he buried his dick fully into her pussy and emptied into her.

"Ryan?" Mandy said with continued concern.

"I'll check it out," Ryan said as he gasped for breath and grasped for wits. His limp, wet cock slipped out of his wife's pussy and he half-stumbled, half-staggered off the bed. He wrapped his well-worn navy blue terry cloth robe around his body. His sticky dick attached itself to the inside of his robe. He stepped out of the room as he tied his robe and was immediately greeted by his daughter.

"I'm scared, Daddy!" said nine-year old Zarah, his oldest child.

"Go on back to your room, pumpkin. Everything's okay," he replied.

She looked at him hesitantly, so he waved her back into her room.

He walked carefully down the stairs. His leg muscles were always tight after doggy-style sex. He was drawn to the window by lights and sounds. He looked out the window that was closest to the front door.

Ryan was astonished to see a car in the middle of the street engulfed in flames. Four identical black SUVs with tinted windows surrounded the car. A couple of the SUVs were parked partly up on the curbs. Four men pulled a man out of the burning car. The men dragged the driver away from the car, threw him face down on the street, and stepped away from him. Four other men stepped forward and unloaded their automatic weapons into the driver's back. The body bounced and twitched. Headlights appeared which caused all eight men to look in that direction. Another identical SUV appeared and stopped right in front of Ryan Sanders' house. Four men picked up the body and dragged it to the rear passenger window of the new SUV. They pulled the body up as the vehicle window came down. Ryan saw a silver-haired man in the car. The man nodded his head and smiled. A pistol appeared in the man's hand and the gun fired. The bullet went into the body's head. The four men dropped the body and let it crumple to the ground. The car window went back up and the SUV smoothly drove off. The eight other men scrambled into their SUVs, two in each vehicle, and raced off.

"What's going on, Daddy?"

Ryan nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Get back to bed!" he yelled at his son, Zach. "What are you... ?"

His son cowered.

"Sorry," Ryan said, regaining his composure. He spoke more calmly. "Go on back to bed. It's time for sleeping."

"What's going on?" Zach asked predictably for an eight-year old.

"I'm not sure. Now go on up to bed."

"Come back to bed, honey," Mandy's voice rang down from the top of the stairs.

Zach padded back up stairs. His Spiderman slippers were quiet and made little noise.

Ryan resumed looking out the window. Their quiet New Jersey suburban street was once again silent if one didn't count the burning car and the Swiss cheese body lying in the street. A wailing siren pierced the briefly reclaimed silence. He glanced at the clock on the wall. What was it? Five minutes maybe ten since he came down? It felt like two hours. Had everything happened that fast? Did he really go from an orgasm to seeing a murder in just a few minutes?

A fire truck showed up and then the street was saturated with sounds again as two and eventually five separate police cars arrived. An ambulance showed up, but there were no life support services required.

"Ryan?" he heard Mandy's voice.

He turned. His very pregnant wife in a rose-colored nightie was stopped halfway down the stairs. He went up to her.

"What's going on? What's happening?" she asked.

"Let's go into the bedroom," he said. He didn't want the kids to be needlessly frightened if they were still awake and then have nightmares. They would know soon enough. It would be impossible to keep the events hidden.

Ryan closed the door behind them. "There was a murder." He took off his robe and laid it on the bed.

"A murder?" Mandy said in shock and trepidation.

"Yes. A man in a car. The car was on fire and men shot him."

He was surprised how calmly he said all this. He began to dress.

"Who was it?" she asked.

"I have no idea," he answered.

"You're not going out there?" she said with panic when she realized he was putting clothes on.

"I'm a witness. Don't worry. The street is filled with cops now."

He opened the door. "Go on to sleep. I think I'm going to be up all night."

Ryan was back upstairs in ten minutes.

"Back so soon?" Mandy asked from the darkness of the room.

"They don't want anyone but police out there. They'll be banging on all the neighborhood doors tomorrow. I don't think anyone can leave. Good thing tomorrow is Saturday."

Ryan slid his naked body under the covers and spooned up against the backside of his naked wife. He put his right arm around her and slid his hand between her breasts. He loved that she was big breasted and he loved that her tits were even bigger when she was pregnant. She had natural breasts and they were his! He didn't like the look of boob jobs.

Ryan and Mandy were introduced to police detectives Rogers and Timpkins the next day. Timpkins was female and rather attractive. Ryan spent much of the morning repeating and repeating and repeating what he saw. Ryan was embarrassed when Timpkins asked him how he knew what time the explosion was.

"Well ... errrr ... my wife and I ... we always make love around eleven PM on Friday night." Why couldn't it have been the guy to ask that question?

A short time later, the two detectives finally thanked him for his time and said they would be in touch.

In the afternoon, they put on a kids' movie to keep Zarah and Zach occupied and they took a nap to catch up on lost sleep from the previous night.

Ryan was awakened by a gentle shaking and Mandy's soft kiss on his cheek. He was surprised it was five o'clock. He slept longer than he expected.

"You have visitors," Mandy said.

"Who?" he said, still not quite lucid.

The visitors were two FBI agents. Agent Kerri Smith was a woman with short reddish-brown hair. Her partner, Agent Kyle Paxton, looked like a surfer dude squeezed into a suit.

"We'd like to ask you a couple of questions about what you saw yesterday," Agent Smith said.

"Sure," Ryan replied.

They went into the living room. Ryan sat with Mandy on the sofa and he wrapped his arm around her shoulder. Smith turned a chair to face them. Agent Paxton wandered from area to area in the living room looking at the pictures and decorations.