1. The White Box -- Part 2


    Date: 11/22/2014, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 87.6, Source: sexstories.com

    She jumped up, opened the drawer, and practically ran to the bathroom, returning a few minutes later with the earrings securely in place. “I love you, Martin, but I’d be afraid to wear these anyplace. I’d be afraid I’d lose them or they’d be stolen.” “That’s why the earrings screw on instead of those clips most pierced earrings have and--not to worry—they’re insured. We’ll go to the ballet and the opera at the Met or Lincoln Center. I’ve always been involved in a lot of charitable causes so we’ll also attend any number of functions—balls, auctions, just about everything. There will be plenty of women wearing expensive jewelry, but none will be as beautiful as you. C’mon, I’m exhausted.” Rita removed her gifts, placing them back in their boxes and putting them on her dresser then she returned to me. She thanked me twice that night before we finally fell asleep and once again the following morning. I was still half-asleep when she dragged me from the bed. “C’mon, Martin I want to show off my new necklace.” “I don’t want an argument, but I think it’s a bad idea. Showing off is never a good thing. You can invite everyone for Christmas and you can wear them then. Plus, you can give everyone a pile of presents—especially those cute kids. Why don’t we talk about our wedding instead?” We did; I didn’t care what kind of wedding we had just as long as we were officially married. However, I knew how important a wedding could be to most women. Rita wasn’t most women, though. She wanted ...
    us to be hitched and how didn’t really matter. We decided on the Friday before Christmas—just three weeks away. We drove to the village hall for a license just before one, completed the form and paid the fee. Det. Serrano was in our driveway when we returned. I invited him into the house. “Just a couple of questions, Mr. Bellamy: You were in a bar—the Rose Tavern—the Sunday evening after your wife took off. How’d you get there?” “I walked. After she left I bolted the door and went to bed. I stayed there until Sunday evening. I hadn’t eaten a thing, but I was used to that—I rarely ate when I was a slave. That’s why I lost more than thirty pounds. I was restless so I walked and walked, paying no attention to where I was going until I looked up and saw that bar then I just wanted to get drunk.” “You did a good job. The bartender said you could barely walk out the door.” “Yeah, I paid for it the next morning. I’m not much of a drinker—next question?” “You seem to have moved on pretty quickly.” “When Dana first strung me up downstairs she accused me of cheating on her with Rita. It wasn’t true. I never had anything to do with Rita other than being her boss until she came to help me the Saturday morning a week after I kicked Dana out. I was completely lost and she helped me come back. What was I supposed to do—mourn over my marriage? That was dead the second Dana tightened that infernal box on my balls.” He rose as if to leave then turned around. “One other thing…your fingerprints ...
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