Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... She half nodded her head towards the chair beside the bed in a silent offering for him to sit. Taking the hint, Gerald smiled tiredly and stepped over and settled into the chair slowly with a groan.

“Long day?” Vivian queried sarcastically.

“And night… what day is this anyway?” Gerald retorted bringing one hand to his forehead to drag slowly down his face as he inhaled deeply.

“You going to be okay Viv?” Gerald asked her seriously, true concern in his soft voice.

“This time… Gerald… it was… it was my fault.” Vivian struggled to get out while maintaining her composure. Her eyes still filled with tears and her face darkened a shade redder with the anger that simmered just under the surface.

“He shot you Viv, how was this your fault?” Gerald spat out in frustration.

“I’m sure Hank told you what led up to that moment, didn’t he?” Vivian fired back, this time with a trace of venom in her voice.

“I heard Hank’s story. I want to hear yours Viv. I gotta know…” Gerald told her sternly as he leaned back in the chair and stared up at the room’s ceiling.

Vivian sighed resignedly and laid her head back on her pillow and began to tell Gerald her story of the night before. For the most part it was just as Hank had told it, if only from her perspective. Hank couldn’t have known just how frustrated she was with her husband at the time though. Times had been harder of late. Money was tight but Walt kept throwing it away on booze and cards. He never could play poker ...

... very well to start with but he kept throwing money at it, and getting drunker each time he lost. It was like an obsession for him.

Gerald listened as Vivian told of the bitterness and frustration in their marriage as of result of the gambling and drinking. It had all seemed to come to a head last night and when Duke started in on her like he does, she snapped. The anger, the frustration, the loneliness and need for affection and excitement just got the better of her. She made a mistake in entertaining Duke’s advances. One thing led to another and then Walt saw it and he snapped.

“I honestly don’t think Walt was trying to kill me, Gerald.” Vivian ended with a sigh and sniffed back fresh tears of shame.

“I suspect not, Viv. But I need to determine if he meant to kill Duke instead. Men can do crazy and stupid things in the heat of the moment, especially when there is alcohol and…jealousy involved.” Gerald said as he sat forward, both elbows on his knees, his hands clasped together in front of him.

Unseen by the Sherriff or Vivian, Trina stood to the side of the doorway outside the room. One hand covering her mouth to keep herself from crying out, the other still holding the glass of ice water for her mother. She had heard the whole conversation, and now knew more of what happened last night and how her mother had been shot. She was no stranger to the pain and sadness her mother was going through. Afterall, she lived in the same house with her parents, it was hard to ...