Murder mystery, interracial sex, swinging and more.
Veronica cried in disbelief upon hearing the news. She was finally going to be let out of this cage, after being incarcerated for 19 years of her 20-year sentence. Eric, the police detective assigned to her case and the love of her life for the past 18 years, told her what happened. He held her tight in the private room the warden granted them permission to use.
Veronica thought back to how she first met Pete and what transpired. Veronica, then a beautiful 30-year-old certified accountant with long flowing hair and legs that seemed to go on forever, was assigned to supervise the audit team at Burns & Lowe.
Introductions were made to their controller, Pete Prince, and the rest of the employees. Meetings were held and as Pete and Veronica got to work closer together, it was hard not to be impressed by Pete. He was a man of great presence; black and tall with nice full lips that Veronica couldn’t help imagining how they would feel if their lips met.
One particularly grueling night, Pete and Veronica were working together alone in Pete’s office when suddenly some papers fell on the floor. As they both reached down to grab the sheets, their faces met and the lust that had been under the surface couldn’t be contained any longer. Tonight, those full lips kissing hers weren’t enough. His tongue’s deep insertions into her mouth only heightened their desires.
Right there on the floor he ripped open her blouse and moved her bra, exposing then sucking on her firm nipples, which quickly stood poised for his descent. The next few hours had her wet tongue slowly lick his ever-growing black pole, taking his balls deeply in her warm hungry mouth, lapping the pre-cum which covered his swollen prick head, and devouring his dark erect cock down her throat.
Straddling his ebony face with her white cunt at the same time, his tongue made deep strides into her soaking pussy. She shuddered and screamed out while her cum poured into his wanting mouth. “Ride me baby,” he said, as she took her rightful position over his oh-so-ready dick. Her large tits bouncing in his face, a view he so enjoyed.
Sliding down and up repeatedly, hard and fast, her moans rose as she released her pussy juices all over his cock. Unprotected risky sex was not something Pete, a sensible man, would normally do, but Veronica made his head spin. He wanted to fill her milky white cunt with his hot cum and when his cock felt her juices, he exploded inside her pussy. Consequences be damned.
Veronica sucked his burgeoning dick yet again. Lifting her up from the floor, making room on the desk, he had her lean on it as her firm round ass faced him. “Fuck my ass,”
she told him, her usually cool and calm persona now hot and wild with her need to feel him again. Spreading her cheeks, he began eagerly licking her asshole.
“Oh god, that feels so good.” He licked deeper, spurred on by her reaction. “Please fuck my ass Pete. NOW, ” she begged. He moistened his fingers in her juicy pussy before using them to lubricate her tight ass.
His bloated black cockhead gently made its way into her ivory ass at first, before ramming in the rest. She cried out in pain, which quickly turned to pleasure, as his thrusts continued. Her climaxes made her whimper; her dripping release flowed, as each orgasm subsided and another one commenced.
She couldn’t believe it. She came 6 times that night. She had never cum more than once with a man, but Pete stirred something inside her that no other man ever could. After that night they became inseparable.
He would often join Veronica and her sister Maeve for their weekly luncheon. He would usually eat chicken, his favorite food, and drink his favorite coffee. He loved it so much he carried a small sack of it so he could have it wherever he was. Veronica drank only tea with her meals. They joked about that often. His co-workers teased him that he couldn’t leave home without his coffee. To please him, Veronica made sure to have it when he visited her home.
Maeve, Veronica’s 35-year-old sister, helped raise Veronica when their mother passed away suddenly of a heart attack. Their father, grieving and working constantly, was little help. Maeve was 10 at the time, Veronica 5. It wasn’t easy but it made the sisters close. Now, unmarried and on the plain side, Veronica said she would get Pete to introduce her to some guys. Maeve seemed appreciative of that.
Romantically things were going well. Veronica and Pete made an attractive, successful couple. One day though, Veronica discovered something during the audit that concerned her. There was a discrepancy that didn’t make sense and some money was missing.
She approached Pete about it and he confidentially told her that he had recently become aware that an executive at the company, Rob Saunders, had set up a dummy account and had been diverting some funds. Pete was trying to figure out how to handle it since the scandal may hurt the company. He asked Veronica to bear with him for a few months while he figured out what to do. She agreed.
There was another dark cloud in their lives, Pete’s ex wife Lauren. The mother of his two daughters, Lauren had a tendency of using their daughters to try to get what she wanted from him. When she left Pete for an attractive richer man, he was heartbroken but survived. Now that Lauren and her paramour broke up, Lauren decided she wanted Pete back. She wasn’t too happy to hear he was getting serious with Veronica; Pete’s visits with his daughters lessened due to her vindictiveness. Pete loved his daughters and initiated some court proceedings to get to see them more often. A court date was set to take place in three months.
Pete’s parents, Alex and Jill Prince, were vocally unhappy about their son’s involvement with a white woman. They were proud of his achievements and felt he should marry a black woman. They made it clear that if the relationship led to Veronica becoming his wife, they would no longer consider him their son. He would be dead to them. That thought greatly disturbed Pete but as he often said to Veronica, he couldn’t live for his parents and they would hopefully come around.
As they grew closer, Pete and Veronica shared their secret fantasies. Both wanted to see what it would be like watching their significant other have sex with someone else, so they decided to check out a swinger’s club that Pete heard about from a friend.
They were a bit apprehensive but dressed for the occasion. Veronica wore a tight sweater. Clinging to her bodice, it left little to the imagination. High heeled shoes and leather pants which clearly outlined her well-shaped behind, completed the look. She was a woman ready for a hot night. Pete wore a cashmere sweater and leather pants that matched Veronica’s; the latter revealed his immense frontal asset and his tight ass. This would be a couple that would turn heads.
They came into Rendezvous and sat down next to a slightly younger couple. Pete turned to the attractive woman and said hello. Veronica looked the late 20ish woman over, head to toe. Nice tits, though mine are bigger, Veronica thought. Something about Kimberly was very appealing though. She could sense Pete’s carnal interest in her.
Kim’s companion Jeff came over to the seat next to Veronica. He was a good-looking guy, with a goatee, around the same age as Kim. “Hi there, how are you doing this evening?” he asked Veronica. His eyes were looking intently at her piercing nipples, as those words were spoken.
After some small talk, Jeff got up and Kim joined him. They talked privately for a minute then came over to Pete and Veronica. “We are going to leave now,” Jeff said. “Kim and I are going to the hotel down the street for some fun. Care to join us?” Pete and Veronica looked at each other, and then nodded in agreement.
After the cars were parked and check-in taken care of by Jeff, the four of them stood in front of room #2210. Jeff quickly opened the door and they all went inside. Before them were 2 queen-sized beds, the usual hotel furniture and a large jacuzzi. Jeff suggested stripping and getting into the tub. After watching Jeff and Kim totally uninhibited, quickly removing their clothes, Veronica and Pete followed suit.
Kim went over to Pete, took his hand and placed it on one of her tits. Veronica could see Pete’s prick swiftly react to the touch of Kim’s hardening nipple. Meanwhile, Jeff drew nearer to Veronica. He leaned over to kiss her and his tongue swirling in her mouth aroused her. When his fingers explored her pussy, she looked over at Pete and watched as his fingers entered Kim’s.
Sounds of enrapture uttered from both women, erect cocks, one black and one white, Veronica felt like she was dreaming. Jeff could sense Veronica needed more to be satiated. Leading her out of the jacuzzi, they went to one of the beds. She obligingly opened her legs wide; Jeff got between them and gazed at her smoothly shaved cunt. “What a beautiful pussy you have babe,” he said; his eager tongue moving all along her wet slit.
While Jeff was licking her yielding center of desire, Veronica looked over to see Pete now in the other bed with Kim. Kim was engulfing his 9 inch black cock with her mouth and Pete was moaning in obvious pleasure. Veronica watched as Kim pleased HER man, while Jeff’s licks became quicker and ardent.
Jeff put two fingers into Veronica’s pussy, then 3, then 4. Pete glanced over and his eyes widened as he saw Jeff’s big fist entering the inner walls of Veronica’s now stretched cunt. The resulting juices that were emitted and the loud shrieking elicited, excited Pete. He shot a big load into Kim’s mouth. His cum dripped from Kim’s mouth and the two of them kissed. Kim’s experienced tongue cleansed Pete’s prick thoroughly and after sucking his cock, it stood at attention once again.
Seeing Pete stick his prolonged and thick black instrument into Kim’s accommodating pussy, enticed Veronica. Veronica sat up and told Jeff to lie down. She began her journey of Jeff’s erect manhood, thirstily licking from the bottom of his shaft to the top of his throbbing dick, spitting on it and then sucking it. The resultant stream of wetness ran down his firm cock. Mounting him, she slid into his hot rod and as Pete thrusted repeatedly inside Kim, Veronica rode Jeff fervently. Panting, moaning, cumming, filled the air.
Afterwards, Jeff started to drift off to sleep; Veronica lay down beside him. Watching Pete lap up Kim’s pussy juices as his cum oozed out of her and ran down her legs, evoked feelings in Veronica that she was never aware she had. She got off the bed and went to Kim and Pete’s. “Can I join you?” she asked Pete. He smiled as she darted to Kim’s pussy.
Pete gazed as Veronica’s wet tongue slowly began brushing up against Kim’s inner inviting lips. Knowing this was her first time tasting another woman’s cunt escalated his excitement. Veronica’s tempo increased as she was sensing the arousal Kim felt by her tongue-lashing.
When Kim’s effusive flow went into Veronica’s mouth and then Pete’s, Pete’s cock dripped with pre-cum. Veronica swallowed her initial taste of a woman, contently licked her lips and then after lavishing Pete’s balls with her moist tongue, took them deep in her mouth and sucked them. Subsequently, she focused on his prick, until his hearty eruption into her welcoming mouth. After enjoying the fruits of her endeavors sliding down her throat, Pete and Veronica got comfortable on the bed; Kim joined Jeff on the other one.
Veronica and Pete kissed passionately, with their arms wrapped around each other. Their tongues danced together as Kim’s cum mixed with Pete’s whirled in their mouths. It was clear they both enjoyed the swinging experience and would be doing it again soon.
Pete called Veronica 8am early one Saturday morning a few weeks later and told her to get ready for 10am. Veronica could hear something in his tone suggesting some urgency. She questioned what it was about but he was shrouded in secrecy. The doorbell rang at precisely 10am.
A limousine driver stood at the door and handed her a note from Pete. After reading that Pete wanted her to go with him, she left with the driver. She could see her pesky neighbors looking out their windows at the stretch limo, wondering what was going on. She wondered the same.
Arriving at The California Spa, one known for catering to the rich, Veronica was greeted at the door by a sleek blond woman who introduced herself as Suzanne. Suzanne gave her the grand tour. Today she would get the full beauty treatment she was informed, including a soothing mud bath, massage, facial, French manicure and pedicure, culminating with a makeup application and hair styling. A spa lunch of a chicken salad was included.
Veronica wasn’t used to being pampered but it was pleasurable and relaxing. I could get used to this, she laughed to herself. When she finished, Suzanne gave her a gift basket containing various oils and lotions and perfume. Veronica stepped into the limo that the driver held open for her, and after sitting down she spotted a package on the adjacent seat. The driver told her to wait until she was back at her house to see what was inside. Her curiosity was killing her but she respected Pete’s wishes.
As soon as she arrived at her house, she tore the wrapping and looked inside the box. The most exquisite dress she ever saw lay there. Pete’s enclosed note told her to put it on. She did. The silky red dress, her revitalized body and coiffed hair, Veronica was a vision of beauty. She had never looked more radiant.
The doorbell rang, she opened the door and there stood Pete. “You look lovely sweetheart,” he said to her after momentarily being spellbound by the sight of her. “Your chariot awaits.” When they left her house she was shocked to see a horse drawn carriage right in front, awaiting their arrival. Holding her hand, he led her to her seat and sat down beside her. Then they were on their way.
They reached their destination and Pete helped Veronica out of the carriage. Chivalry was far from dead. At the elegant restaurant, The Supper Club, Veronica began eating her full-course meal with butterflies in her stomach. They made small talk but it was obvious something significant was on Pete’s mind. When dessert was about to be served, Pete oblivious to the stares of the other customers, got on one knee. He took Veronica’s hand and looked deep into her dazzling eyes.
“Ever since the day we met, you have been the only woman I want. You are everything to me. You are my love, my world, and hopefully you will agree to be my wife. Veronica will you marry me?” With that, he took out a little box from his pocket and opened it.
Veronica looked at the most beautiful ring she had ever seen and at Pete’s handsome face. “Yes my love, I would be honored to be your wife,” she replied, as some tears streamed down. Pete’s fingers wiped them away. He placed the ring on the 3rd finger of her left hand and it fit perfectly, as did Veronica and Pete. They danced the night away.
The following days, they made their rounds to tell those important to them about their engagement. When Veronica told her the wonderful news, Maeve insisted on throwing them an engagement party and said she would have it arranged for the following Saturday.
Pete told his co-workers about the engagement and the upcoming party; that was the easy part. Telling his parents wasn’t quite as simple; Pete was apprehensive. Expecting a scene, he was relieved to get a calm reaction when he told his parents. They even agreed to show up at the engagement party. Their explanation was that they previously tried to discourage him from an interracial marriage for his sake but that his happiness came first. He was slightly suspicious by what they said but hoped it was sincere.
His next visit, to his ex, would be more difficult. Pete was nervous about telling Lauren, but he felt as the mother of his daughters, he should tell her personally. He geared himself up for her response. She answered the door and seeing him standing there to see her, not their daughters, caught her off guard. He sensed some hope in her eyes.
Lauren was a beautiful redhead. The combination of her long straight hair and striking green eyes was a weakness it took him long to get over. He thought he could resist her now. She led him to the kitchen, and sitting with her in the same kitchen where they numerous times had sex on the counter, floor and every other place imaginable, made them both nostalgic.
Lauren poured him a drink thinking that he had come to tell her that he was through with Veronica and that he wanted her back. Pete knew he had to muster the courage to tell her that he was instead engaged. He let her pour him a second drink after downing the first one hurriedly. They started to reminisce and laughed together for an hour at least, oblivious to the fact they were divorced and on unfriendly terms.
Lauren suddenly got up from her chair and asked Pete to join her. He thought she wanted him to reach for something. He was right but he wasn’t expecting what she wanted him to reach for. She lifted herself onto the counter and opened her legs wide. He stared at the pussy he loved to eat during their marriage and dreamed of for years after they split. “Eat my cunt, baby,” Lauren said.
He refused at first but Lauren began rubbing her clit and moaning. Sticking in 3 fingers in her hole of pleasure then out, she fed them to Pete to sample what she had to offer. He could smell her aroma on her fingers and as he sucked them clean he tasted her once again, much like he envisioned in his fantasies after they had just broken up. He could no longer resist. He moved his face to her dripping pussy and his tongue began painting this canvass of lust.
His impassioned movements in her cunt made her squirm and scream out. His licks sped up and when he felt her shudder and squirt all over his face like she used to, he realized something. Much as he loved everything about her pussy and how it felt to savour her effusive release again, she wasn’t Veronica. He didn’t love Lauren anymore. Veronica was the only woman he ever wanted to taste again. This was a mistake.
Lauren saw the look of regret on his face and couldn’t understand why. She got off the counter and went over to Pete, who had sat down on a kitchen chair once again. “What’s wrong?” she asked. Pete took a deep breath and told her the reason he had dropped by. “Get out,” she ordered, weeping. He did as she said. Pete decided not to confess to Veronica about what happened. What would that accomplish, he reckoned.
The night of the engagement party arrived; Pete and Veronica looked very much the happy couple. Maeve helped the caterers in the kitchen, while Pete and Veronica greeted their guests Alex and Jill Prince, Rob Saunders and the rest of Pete’s co-workers, Veronica’s business associates, Veronica and Pete’s friends, and of course Pete’s 2 daughters. All showed up for the big event.
Everyone mingled, hors d’oeuvres were served and consumed, drinks flowed. The night was going extremely well. The kitchen was now empty, caterers were attending to the visitors and Maeve was chatting with some of Veronica’s friends. Later, Pete sipped coffee while talking with his parents in the kitchen; shortly thereafter Veronica spotted Pete having a heated discussion with Rob Saunders there, coffee still in hand. Veronica wondered what both conversations were about. She would ask Pete later, she made a mental note to herself. Pete’s nose suddenly started bleeding.
Unexpectedly, the doorbell rang and Veronica attended to it. There stood Lauren, clearly inebriated. “Did Pete tell you about the fun we had?” Lauren sneered. Pete, hearing the commotion as Veronica told her it was best she leave and Lauren refusing to do so, tried in vain to keep Lauren from bursting into the house and making a scene.
“Tell everyone Pete. Tell them how you touched me and licked me.” Lauren’s words were slurred. Pete managed to get her into the kitchen. Veronica followed wanting to know what Lauren was mumbling about. Pete knew he had to come clean.
He took Veronica to one end of the kitchen, as Lauren stood at the other side. Pete explained to Veronica exactly what happened. He spared no details. He took full blame for his actions. “I’m so sorry Veronica. Please forgive me. I love only you.”
Veronica couldn’t believe what she just heard. She was devastated. “Get her out of here. Get everyone out. NOW.” Pete cleared the house, explaining to the bewildered guests that Veronica wasn’t feeling well and that the party was over. After they all left, Lauren included after an altercation, Veronica faced Pete.
“The engagement is off,” Veronica spat. Pete begged her to get past what happened but Veronica was too upset to be persuaded. She was inconsolable. Suddenly, Pete collapsed and he lost consciousness. Veronica panicked but came to her senses and called 911. The ambulance arrived but it was too late. They found Veronica crying over Pete’s lifeless body, hysterically shouting out that she still loved him.
The following weeks were a blur. The funeral, being questioned by police and by his parents who blamed her, and having to deal with the guilt that he died thinking she no longer loved him. It was a nightmare that would only worsen.
Eric, a ruggedly handsome man with piercing eyes, interrogated her incessantly. As the police detective in charge of the case, he was constantly showing up. At first, he treated her like he would any other prime suspect. His demeanor changed as their visits started taking on a more personal tone. He had never crossed the line before but Eric trusted his instincts. As a veteran detective, he had a good sense about people. He felt Veronica was innocent but he couldn’t prove it.
The evidence was circumstantial but pretty overwhelming. The lab findings were that Pete died from ingesting a huge dose of rat poison. Further, the police search of Veronica’s house and subsequent tests, showed rat poison was present in the coffee she bought for Pete to drink when he came over to see her.
The evidence pointed to Veronica. Her coffee, her rat poison as she admitted that she had purchased it due to a recent infestation in her area, means, motive and opportunity, all were present. Veronica was convicted of murder by a jury of her peers. She was sentenced to 20 years imprisonment amidst cheers and tears from his parents, who were convinced of her guilt. Maeve cried as well.
Eric couldn’t forget the beautiful woman that was locked away with hardened criminals. and had locked up his heart. He visited her every chance he got. He told her he would never give up on clearing her. A year passed before Veronica’s defenses broke down and she admitted, even to herself, that she loved Eric.
Eric had connections so he was able to arrange some special time alone with Veronica. They explored each other sexually during those private sessions, in a room usually reserved for lawyers to meet with their clients. Veronica confided in Eric about her swapping adventures with Pete. Eric was more than willing to try it out, at least with a second woman. Another man getting to touch and be inside Veronica, that took more convincing.
There was an inmate, Julie, who had befriended Veronica. She had killed her husband, an abusive alcoholic, with a sharp instrument. It was self-defense to her but not to the jury. A pretty woman, petite, she was a brunette with short cute wavy hair.
Eric was introduced to Julie on one visiting day, which Veronica did with a purpose in mind; Eric admitted he was attracted. When Veronica asked Julie about a threesome with Eric, Julie didn’t need to be persuaded. Julie was bisexual, and the chance to touch Veronica who she secretly craved and to feel a man again after a decade, she jumped at the opportunity presented to her.
One night, when the prisoners were mainly watching TV, a guard whispered to Veronica to get Julie and to follow him. He led them to an area that neither woman knew existed. It was for prison staff to take a rest. It had a bed and a TV and little else. When the guard knocked on the door, Eric was inside and the two women entered the room. They closed and locked the door. All three stripped naked; there was no time to waste.
Both women walked to the bed and lay on the edge of it side by side, pussies exposed, one soft and hairless and the other a wild bush. Eric’s cock throbbed, in response to the beautiful sight. He went to Veronica’s cunt first and licked her lovingly and repeatedly, enjoying her outbursts of ecstasy before sticking his dick into her entrance until she came. Julie was masturbating, watching intently as Eric’s cock performed, and as Veronica had her intense release.
“It’s Julie’s turn now,” Veronica said to Eric. Julie was sticking a few fingers in her pussy and she was rubbing her clit with her other hand, moaning softly. Eric went over to her and moving all obstacles in his way, began licking her wet slit, as Veronica revelled the sight.
Unable to wait any longer, Eric took his pulsating cock and rammed it in Julie’s tight honey pot. Over and over again he thrust inside her, her muscles holding his prick in at will. Eric couldn’t contain himself, his hot cum shot inside Julie’s now quenched cunt.
The three of them did many sexual things together over the years that followed. Sometimes for variety, Veronica introduced him to other women inmates that she felt Eric might be attracted to. Most of these women gladly accepted the offer to join Veronica and Eric in that special room; they craved cock after having been without for a lengthy period of time.
Eric loved staring down when Veronica and another woman tended to his manhood. One would be licking his balls and then taking them in her mouth, as the other would shower his shaft and cockhead with saliva then devour his prick, after they would switch. His sounds would leave no doubt that he was stimulated by this arrangement.
Another immensely pleasurable sight was watching Veronica get her cunt eaten by a woman. That first time, Veronica was slightly nervous when Julie eagerly put her tongue into the woman she dreamed of tasting. She was so hungry for Veronica’s pussy that she was moaning as she ate her, like a meal long awaited and finally fed.
Eric found he enjoyed pounding a woman’s ass while viewing Veronica having her pussy licked. Veronica’s vocal reactions made Eric fuck harder, which in turn made the woman he was penetrating scream out and have intense climaxes; a sexual domino effect.
Equally provocative was having Veronica sit on his face, her pussy in easy reach for his enthusiastic tongue to explore her inner essence. All the while, the other woman would mount his cock so he would have two pleasures at once. A bonus if both came in this position, so his cock would be covered with cum and his mouth would get its fill. The reverse, having Veronica on his prick and another woman over his face, had the same gratifying effect.
Eric realized that it was only fair that Veronica had her desires fulfilled too. Their first threesome with another man was slightly uncomfortable for Eric but he knew he would get past it to see Veronica satisfied. He did. In fact, he grew to love it.
There was a guard that Eric knew at that prison. Eric had asked Jim to watch over Veronica for her safety, when she had first arrived there. Jim had a physique that most women lusted for; Veronica’s love for Eric surpassed choosing any other man over Eric, regardless of the obvious attributes that they possessed.
Eric suggested to Veronica, that Jim would be the perfect choice to complete their first male-female-male encounter. Veronica was aroused by the idea. One night it was arranged for the three of them to meet in the staff room. Eric started removing Veronica’s prison garb, as Jim touched the newly exposed areas of her body. Jim’s fingers slowly probed Veronica’s cunt, which made her pussy wet with anticipation.
Veronica finally stood fully naked before them. Eric’s zealous tongue started circling her left tit while Jim’s tongue did the same to her right breast, like a synchronized team of pleasure. Veronica’s sounds of delight continued ringing out while they simultaneously sucked on her protruding nipples.
Veronica’s hands reached down Eric’s pants. She struggled to get the button opened and its zipper down, while being immersed in her enjoyment from what her upper body was experiencing. Eric helped her and removed his pants. Bending down, she engorged his throbbing member in her mouth before they both ended up on the bed; his hard cock fully erect for her hot cunt to slip down and ride it.
Jim went to the front of the bed, pulled down his pants, and took out his bountiful instrument. “Take it down deep baby” he said to Veronica. She started to suck on it; she felt it growing in her mouth. Jim suddenly pulled his cock out and leaned over to his pants; he removed a large stick that he carried in case of a commotion with the prisoners. Putting some lube on it that he had in his pocket, he thrust it inside her taut ass.
Veronica’s screams lessened as her ass adjusted to the stick deep inside her. Eric’s cock filled her pussy, the stick her ass. “Get ready for my cock slut,” Jim said, as he moved the stick in and out of her behind many times over. She could hardly wait.
He removed the stick and replaced it with his hot rod. Jim penetrated her ass fervently, as Eric ardently pumped her cunt. Her body never felt such stirrings. Veronica’s heightened state of arousal made clear from her vibrant moans.
Later they switched places; Eric’s cock entered her ass while Jim filled her cunt. Two cocks inside her, filling up her 2 holes at once, satiated Veronica; she had many orgasms.
That night, Eric and Jim pulled out their dicks and shot their cum all over her tits and face, and in her mouth as she stuck out her tongue. She loved drinking cum. When they later took turns fucking her large tits as she pressed them together, each prick moving in between her breasts, they came all over her yet again.
Other sessions Veronica had with 2 males, involved Jim or one of his friends joining her and Eric, sometimes with Julie or another inmate included.
The years passed slowly in prison but having these adventures to look forward to helped Veronica get through them. She hoped for a break in the case but it was pretty hopeless she felt and Eric sadly had to concur.
There was a rash of robberies in Maeve’s area and one day Eric got an upsetting phone call from his friend Jack, a policeman who had been sent to Maeve’s apartment. She was apparently a victim of an armed robber, who was caught fleeing the building. In the struggle with him, as he didn’t realize anyone was home, she got shot. An ambulance was sent; while investigating, the police checked her apartment and found a box of love letters in her closet.
Jack recognized Maeve’s last name when he went to the crime scene since he knew Veronica, and in fact briefly met Maeve at the engagement party. Jack was disturbed by what he saw.
There were love letters from Pete to Maeve, which Jack found odd. In addition, the salutation that always began with the words “My Dearest Maeve:” looked strange, as if somebody else had written the last word. The handwriting wasn’t consistent and there seemed to be some whiteout that extended past the word Maeve and most likely under it.
Jack told Eric the name of the hospital where Maeve was taken to; Eric rushed right over. Eric was informed that things didn’t look good but due to his position and personal connection, he was allowed in to see Maeve. She tried to avoid his queries but his experience and her weakened condition made her confess.
Maeve admitted that she killed Pete with the rat poison. She mixed it in with the coffee that she knew only Pete drank, earlier the day of the engagement party; she was the one who setup for the caterers as Veronica got ready that night. Maeve knew the rat poison was there, as Veronica told her about the rat problem. She had checked where Veronica kept it, on previous visits to Veronica’s house.
Maeve oversaw things to ensure the caterers served only their own fresh coffee, not Pete’s. She knew that Pete would be the only one having his own “special” one. During the interrogation, Eric was shocked to find that Maeve loved Pete and wanted him for herself. Instead he paid no attention to her and had eyes for only Veronica. She didn’t know what happened with Lauren that night, since Lauren’s words weren’t coherent during the fuss at the party, Eric realized. Veronica never bothered explaining it afterwards to anyone; since Pete was dead it was irrelevant what Lauren said.
Maeve hated Veronica for being more popular and for having to be the one to take care of her sister. If Maeve wasn’t going to have Pete, neither would Veronica have her happy ending. Maeve realized she would rather see Pete dead than having to watch the two of them together. Their engagement was the last straw. Pete had to die. She knew Veronica would be the one blamed since it would be her coffee and rat poison; that only added motivation.
Maeve took out the love letters from the bedroom when she was able to get into the premises, after the police cleared the area. Veronica wanted Maeve to have a key, in case it was needed for her to get things for Veronica. Maeve eliminated Veronica’s name and inserted her own on those letters since it was Maeve, Pete SHOULD have loved, not Veronica, Maeve justified. Maeve was simply righting a wrong.
Eric left. Maeve died shortly thereafter in the hospital, fatally wounded by someone who robbed her of her life just as she did to Pete’s and hoped to do to Veronica’s.
Luckily after hearing what Jack told him, prior to leaving for the hospital, Eric had the foresight to bring with a recorder. He taped Maeve’s interrogation which he didn’t know ahead would be her confession. He brought this information to the powers-that-be. With Maeve’s recorded admission of guilt, along with the test results proving the love letters were indeed tampered with, Veronica was exonerated. She was to be released from prison effective immediately.
It would take Veronica a long time to get past her sister’s death and even more so the realization that she never really knew Maeve. Veronica said a quick goodbye to some of the inmates, got her stuff, and joined Eric at the entrance to the prison. They walked outside and after breathing in the clear crisp air as a free woman, they got into Eric’s car. Mr. and Mrs. Eric Marco drove home.