Hockey Swingers Club
Chapter 8
Aly woke up and found herself tucked in her bed, wrapped up in cozy sheets and blankets. She was completely confused as to what was happening and how she got in her own bed. Her alarm clock read 8:55 AM and realized she slept over twelve hours!
Chris walked in the room, shirtless and wearing a pair of low-cut rider jeans, "Good morning my beautiful wife. How did you sleep?"
"Chris, how did I get in the bed? What happened yesterday?" Aly asked, obviously confused.
"I came home from Manhattan around 7 last night and you were asleep on the couch, so I brought you to bed and you slept all night, so I just went and got myself some Chinese for dinner. There was even a fresh bowl on popcorn on the stove. Nothing crazy," Chris answered.
Aly shook her head, "But he...he was in the house. I saw him. He was there."
Chris sat on the bed in front of his wife, "Who? Baby, who was in the house?"
"James. He knocked me out. He threatened me. He is stalking me," Aly huffed.
"And what would give you an idea like that?" Chris questioned.
Aly knew she had to tell her husband the truth. Almost everyone knew what was going on, but Chris would be the last to know. It wasn't right to hold this secret, but now, it had to be told, "Chris, James has been a nightmare. The day before Lori turned up, he told me that he was going to get rid of her for believing she had an affair with Sean, but that isn't true. Lori said that Sean is remodeling a home for sale, and with Lori's design background, he asked for her help. James abducted her and staged it to make it look like someone else did it. He threatened me if I told anyone, and yesterday, I could have swore he was in our house and knocked me out. I saw him baby, I saw him."
"Shh, baby girl, I'm here. I believe you. I'm always going to protect you. He will not hurt you. And we are officially done with those stupid meetings. We'll take a little getaway after you return from your two-week work shift," Chris said.
Aly nodded and wiped her tears, "I'd like that. Are you heading out now?"
"I was just going to Whole Foods to get the stuff on our list," Chris added, standing up.
As he stood up, Aly eyed her husband up and down. He looked like a fine wine that she just wanted to drink up. She caught herself drooling a little at his attractiveness, "Uh, honey?"
"Yes my love?" Chris smiled, turning around.
"Make love to me," Aly pleaded.
Chris climbed on top of his wife and began kissing her neck, leaving small hickeys here and there. He moved down her body slowly and admired his sight: her perfectly round breasts encased in a white cami top, just looking lovely. He gently pulled down the straps and kissed her nipples, feeling the chills that were released, "Well, someone enjoyed that."
Aly giggled, "Of course I did. I want more of you."
Chris quickly removed his jeans and boxers to reveal his horny member, which highly enticed his wife. He gently spread his legs and inserted himself inside, feeling her immediate orgasm, "Well...hello there."
"Hi baby. My god, I love you so much," Aly moaned, feeling him thrust harder every few seconds. The rush of her husband forced her to grip the sheets, feeling the heat. Chris made her feel loved all the time, but for some reason, this time was different. The way he was pleasing her made her forget everything.
"I love you my wife," Chris whispered against her lips.
Aly and Chris didn't need those swingers meetings or any help with finding their spark. But when a friend from the meeting turns up dead...is James really a man obsessed with other people's spouses, or is someone else to blame?