Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... wasn’t like his father. Deeny hoped he wasn’t anyway, for her sister’s sake.

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The sounds of frogs croaking and crickets, and the occasional night bird calling were a lonely serenade for Walter. At least those sounds almost drowned out his own groaning and whimpering. He wished he could just go to sleep and wake up to find this had all been a bad dream… a nightmare. How had things gotten so out of control?

Walt raised the bottle in his right hand and took another pull of the harsh liquor it contained. Well, it had contained, it was empty now, just like the other two bottles that were laying on their sides across the floor from where he sat with his back against the wall. He wasn’t even sure who’s fishing shanty this was, it had been dark when he stumbled head first through the unlocked door. There was no electricity in this one, so he had just collapsed in the dark and sat. He sat and tried to think. His bladder had forced him to get up eventually, it had been after day break by then and he could see well enough to rifle the cupboards in this shanty… finding the three bottles of someone’s liquor stash.

Walter was by no means even sober when he began drinking from the first bottle. He was angry, heart sick and to be honest, scared. So many games, so many times he’d played cards with those guys. There was no way he could lose every time, someone had to be cheating, he just couldn’t prove it. Hank’s smugness last night had just been the last straw…Walt had ...

... had enough. Fighting wasn’t the answer, but he had lost his head. Then when he and Hank had stumbled outside on the porch… and saw Vivian… with HIM… doing… doing… Walt hurled that last, empty, bottle across the room in a burst of rage.

Walter lowered his head and brought his hands to his face, the hot sting of tears prickled at his eyes as they leaked through his scrunched-up eyelids to run through his fingers. Why had Vivian done that? He knew Duke had some sort of hold over women, some charm or secret to getting in their head or in their pants… But with Vivian? His Vivian. They had been married for over nineteen years and she had never even looked at another man.

Even as he moaned again in frustration, the image of his Vivian on her knees in front of Duke, with her lips around his bastard cock flashed through his mind. The smug look of happiness on Dukes face changing to fear, the startled expression in Vivian’s eyes… as Walter had pulled the pistol from his pocket. Walt had in that heated moment wanted so badly to shoot Duke in the face, to shoot and kill him, dead. But then Hank had charged him, knocking his hand away from his aim as the gun went off.

Time had stood still for that moment. The pistol had sounded so loud. Then there was silence for what seemed like an eternity… before it was shattered by Vivian’s scream of pain! He had shot Vivian… his Vivian… his wife! OH GOD! He just… he just ran. He ran blindly, not knowing where he was going.

The liquor had ...