Just Once - Part 3 - Sex Stories

Just Once - Part 3

... out. That fucking idiot Mathew and his buddies are up the street with clubs in their hands. They are coming after you, baby!" I almost screamed.

"OK, I will be ready; I thought this could happen. Elaine, listen to me. Call Jason and Edwin. Tell them to get over here immediately and come in through the back. Then, wait until something happens and call the police. Whatever you do, stay away from here, and do not let Mathew see you. Do you understand? Now hang up and call the guys; they will know what to do. I love you. It will be OK. Call them now."

I hung up, called the guys, and moved my car back so I could see any movement.

My heart was racing. God, what a fucking mess I had made.

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I called Robert and Tim, who were two blocks away. I told them to come loaded for bear. Shotguns with live shot and rock salt, one in each barrel. They knew the plan. Then I texted the other husbands and exes. Nine men would show up as unsuspecting neighbors. Then I called Paul across the street so he would be ready. He owns a towing service, and his two trucks were going to show up and begin to tow off two of the men’s trucks. That would start the whole thing moving. That argument would confuse the attacking team, letting all my guys get into place, and the fun would begin.

I went into the attic. I could see the men from there. There were five, along with useless Mathew. He was hobbling around, so he was no threat. I did see a shotgun and rifle, but I had ...

... them outgunned by myself. I set up my sniper rifle with the muzzle silencer. I loaded it with rubber bullets, ready to pick off each one of the men. They were all going to get very painful bruises today that they will never forget.

The first tow truck arrived and backed up against the first truck. He got out and showed the towing order. Paul came out of his house and confirmed that he had called them because the trucks were not from this neighborhood and were up to something. He was going to call the police, but his wife asked him not to. That was the story we concocted, and they started to argue. Then, the second tow truck arrived, and things got crazy.

It was time for some fun, so I decided that Mathew should get another dose, so I lined up, adjusted my site, and fired. There was no sound, but Mathew screamed and fell to the ground. I quickly hit the main guy arguing and the guy standing next to him. They hit the ground, wailing in pain. The other two guys ran to their trucks and were immediately gone.

I texted Elaine not to call the police because we had it under control.

Just as fast as the tow trucks had arrived, they disappeared. Paul was gone, leaving the three men writhing in pain on the ground. I called Mathew's cell.

He answered. "Mathew, don't talk, just listen, asshole! You have one fucking minute to get you and your fucking buddies out of this neighborhood. If I ever see your truck in this neighborhood or around my wife. The rubber bullets will be ...