After she packed we ate breakfast at the hotel and then I drove her to the airport. Just before she exited my car she turned to me and red-faced said “I hate you, you know.”
“Why?”
“Because you made me cheat on my husband.”
“How did I make you?”
“By being a big, burly, macho animal — who is also funny and smart. I’ve never been with a big guy before, and WOW — was it different.”
“Are you sorry?”
“I’m sorry I cheated, but I don’t regret it in the least. Physically it was the best sexual experience of my life.”
“Making love to you is the highlight of my life, a one-time opportunity never to be rivaled.”
“Is that what it was to you? Making love, not just fucking?”
I paused for a long time before I answered. “It was the number one thing on my bucket list, something that I thought never, in my wildest dream, would be accomplished. You are the sexiest woman alive not just because of your spectacular looks, but also because of your intelligence and feisty personality. I can honestly say that I both made love to you, and fucked you, last night.”
“Since I have some celebrity I guess you’ll get bragging rights with your friends,” she coyly said.
“Even though we know a lot about each other, you don’t know me well if you think that there is any possibility that I’d tell anyone about last night and this morning. I assure you that the best time of my life will accompany me to the grave.”
Natalie grinned widely.
“That is on one condition,” I continued.
She got a surly look on her face then said “OK bastard — what is your blackmail?”
“If your husband ever divorces you that I get first crack to woo you,” I said with a serious face.
After another long pause she replied “I guess that as long as you fucked me like you did last night I might give you first crack — I think that my crack would like that!”
Then she cackled at her stupid joke, gave me another kiss that rivaled even the one that should have set off the hotel room sprinklers, and then was out the door, suitcase in hand. She didn’t even give me a second look as she rushed into the airport.
I went home and took a five hour nap, during which I made love to Natalie at least another dozen times in my dreams. When I woke up I was cheerful despite the fact that my only other sexual experiences with Natalie would be fantasy instead of reality. I had had the “Opportunity of a Lifetime” and that’s more than 99.9% of guys ever get.
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It took me about a week to recover emotionally and intellectually from my experience with Natalie but my normal workload, and helping on Monica’s trial, snapped me out of it.
While I was an important part of Monica’s case, we hadn’t gone out to dinner or to plays, or the like, together since we didn’t want the prosecution to think that my testimony was biased. I’m sure that people on the prosecution team noticed that I occasionally ogled Monica; but since she is a beautiful woman I wasn’t the only guy, including men on the prosecution team. I’m sure that that’s why they had a less experienced female prosecutor as the lead attorney rather than the most experienced man.
While there were a dozen other factors, the main reasons that the prosecution was going after Monica were because: she told some of her friends she was unhappy in her marriage; she had a 1.5 million dollar life insurance policy on Anton; Anton was lobbying to have her get an abortion once she started having morning sickness at about six weeks of pregnancy since as far as he was concerned the conception was unwanted; several of her “associates,” who weren’t really friends although the prosecution wanted to present them as such, said that she was having an affair; Monica’s cellphone made a call from near the site of Anton falling off the cliff right around the time that the medical examiner — and the first hikers to come upon the body — concluded he had fallen; Monica’s inability to locate her cellphone after Anton’s death (the police assumed that it had been thrown away); and what the police concluded was Monica’s lack of remorse both when told of Anton’s death and at the funeral.
The main things that Monica had going for her were decent explanations for all of the above — except, perhaps, lack of remorse — and my alibi testimony.
The medical examiner’s time of death was easier to determine than most for a number of factors, seemingly confirmed by Anton’s cracked watch. It supposedly was 2:00 p. m. (according to the destroyed watch and consistent with all physical tests). I told the police, and would be testifying at trial, that I saw Monica in a store at 12:45 p. m. — I had actually looked at my watch while we had a quick pleasant exchange of words — and then we parted.
Where I saw Monica was far enough from where Anton died that the police had found it almost impossible to get someone — let alone a pregnant woman — to the place of Anton’s death in the one hour and fifteen minutes between when I saw Monica and when Anton died. There was also surveillance video of me exiting a store about fifty yards from the one where I saw Monica at 12:27 p. m., which I maintained confirmed my testimony.
Monica never spoke to the cops on advice of counsel.
I was asked to take a polygraph. I told the police and prosecutor’s office that I would IF they agreed in writing ahead of time that the results of the polygraph was evidence that would be admitted at trial. Of course normally polygraphs are not admitted, and the only way that they would be was an agreement like the one that I proposed and got Linda to sign off on. The cops and prosecution did not want to take the chance of giving me a polygraph under those circumstances since if I passed there was a 90+% chance that the jury would acquit, so they refused to agree.
The trial day finally came. The only thing that made me nervous was that Villainy Link was there, including Natalie Morrill. Natalie and I had several short pleasant exchanges; I don’t know what, if anything, seeing me did to her, but me seeing her made me have to purge my mind and deflate my cock.
From what I heard (I wasn’t allowed in the courtroom until after my testimony for the defense) Linda did a great job of discrediting the witnesses who testified to things that were detrimental to Monica’s case. I also heard that the state’s cellphone expert was forced to admit that he had no idea who placed the call from Monica’s cellphone or what the probability it was that the cell tower that it should have pinged off of it actually did ping off of. The source of my information was Natalie, who quickly and quietly chatted with me during each break since she was in the courtroom.
We were feeling pretty good about the case before Linda presented Monica’s defense. I was the first to testify. I was very well prepared, and according to Linda afterward my direct testimony came out perfectly.
On cross the prosecution tried to discredit my testimony by getting me to admit that I had no receipt from the store I saw Monica in (I didn’t buy anything that day) and that there was no activity on Monica’s credit cards around that time, and that I was Monica’s friend. The last part didn’t come out to well for the prosecution, however, because on direct I had blunted it in advance by admitting that I was Monica’s friend but that I had been better friends with Anton and had known him longer.