All Chapters of My Husband And A Lover: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

My legs remained locked around his muscular buttocks as I hugged him tightly. "I'm your girlfriend and I love you. I love your dick, it's so deep inside me. Oh, oh... oh... ooh...ah... oh..." My pussy began to contract around his dick. My hands latched onto his big, hard muscles in his back."Your pussy can't help but clench my cock." He said."Yeah, I always enjoy your big dick. Every time we fuck, my pussy can't help but clench on your cock." I responded.I was having orgasms. "Oh, ooh..." He had accelerated his thrusts and altered his motions. His long, thick cock making firmer contact with my g-spot and creating more friction. I was keenly aware of the lengthy travels his cock was making, sliding in and out through my tightly stretched vaginal lips, titillating the millions of nerves lining the walls of my entire birth canal. Neurons bombarded my brain with signals of pleasure and a series of very powerful orgasms had snuck up on me, silencing my objections

When he fell asleep, I took his phone by the bedside. Goodness, it was locked with a password. I needed to call Raymond, I needed a way out. After two trials of failed password, it unlocked at the press of my name; Venessa.This man was truly obsessed with me, am not just his password, but his wallpaper and his gallery. I quickly dialed Raymond's number. "Hey, it's me, Venessa," I whispered."Hold on, I'm with someone. He will track this call."When he said that, I was glad that there was hope that I'll be out of here. Minutes later, Doctor Great woke up at the sound of the siren. "Fuck! You fucking called the cops in me." He yelled and instead of wasting much time with me, he started for an escape.Sad but he wasn't caught. I had a trauma and I needed some time alone. I told Raymond and he was cool with it. Martin was unhappy with me leaving for Beverly Hills, California. He had come back from his vacation with my dad. My dad was also cool with my decisi

I woke up with a cough, waters escaped from my mouth. "You saved my life," I said."I thought you'd be in danger, what was stopping you from squeezing into the porthole." He asked."I couldn't simply fit in.""Well, everywhere is calm now. Let's head back to the hotel, c'mon."Days later. The bell rang to announce the beginning of the fight. Martin's opponent Stanley began to dance around him, throwing his hands at him. He took a step forward and kept on throwing jabs till he cornered him and Martin found himself lying against the ropes.Martin didn't escape as he threw punches to his face. In the second round, he inflicted pain on Martin's body, sending him to the floor and punching him even on the stomach. He kept on hitting his leg till he was pushed away by the referee. Martin managed to stand up but his fist crashed through his guard into his head, knocking him into the room of half-dream. His head vibrating like a tuni

Martin refused to take his drugs because he was mad with me for sending Raymond away. Even in the morning, he still refused to take it. I decided on cheering him up with his toy car."Hey, Martin, does the camera in this toy car work," I asked."Leave my toy, it doesn't work.""Are you sure?""Leave it alone!" He yelled as he hit it down from my hand. "And leave me alone." He stood up and scurried away.I angrily left the apartment."Aargh... I'm in so much pain." Martin soliloquized. He was sweating profusely, tears falling from his eyes. "Where are my drugs!"He went to the kitchen, searching for his drugs, especially his painkiller. He needed a painkiller urgently. The rooms were locked but Raymond's room wasn't. He went in and began to search for the drugs in the cupboard, what he found was a gun.He took the gun from the cupboard and cocked it. He held the gun and left Raymond's room. After searching for some time and scre

I had received a call from Detective Damian. I was told to come because he had Martin's autopsy result. "Please have a seat." He said. I sat down as he continued, "Here's the report." He handed it to me.""What would you say about this?" I asked."I believe that his death wasn't a suicide. It's clear. If Martin shot himself, the bullet would have come out near his left ear, but it exited the back of his head, inches behind his right ear.""It wouldn't be possible holding a gun to your temple and the result will be this way. It only means that Raymond must have shot him." I took in a deep breath. "I need him to face the law, " I said."He will. This autopsy result will be of help.""No one will understand that the bullet wound can't exit at the back of the head if it's shot at the temple.""I will demonstrate it if I'm in the stand. It hasn't been proven that someone shot himself in the temple. The act involves the lif