The prosecution was so anxious to discredit me that they made a fatal error, which Linda capitalized on. They asked me about my discussions with the police and made some backhand comment about no polygraph.
On redirect Linda asked me point blank about a polygraph. Of course the prosecution objected, and there was such a legal kerfuffle that the judge actually dismissed the jury for ten minutes while the parties slugged it out. When the judge had the court reporter read back exactly what the prosecutor said Judge Samantha Richey ruled “Ms. Marston, a logical inference from what you said could lead a reasonable juror to conclude that Mr. Burke failed a polygraph. Since you brought it up, even if inadvertently, Ms. Law has every right to flesh out the situation.”
The prosecution returned to their table with their tails between their legs. When the jury returned Linda was able to get in the record the exact circumstances of me being asked to take a polygraph which would cause any reasonable juror to believe that I was so confident that I was telling the truth that I had to be believed.
In view of the prosecution’s slip up Linda streamlined the rest of her case and even though she had already concluded that there was no more than a 5% chance that she would have Monica testify, then it was certain that she would not.
I was able to sit in on the closing arguments. Linda did a fabulous job. Prosecutor Marston had little to work with but was smart enough to tread lightly on my testimony and merely say that I was mistaken about the date and time, and that in any event even though roughly three months pregnant Monica could have done what she was charged with even if my testimony was correct. Marston did not deal with the fact that the lead investigator was forced to admit on cross that it was nearly impossible even for a fit male police officer driving ten miles over the speed limit and hitting most green lights to get to Anton by the time of his death.
Not surprisingly the jury came back with a not guilty verdict in less than two hours.
We celebrated in the courtroom and the hall outside. The only negative was when Natalie pulled me aside and said “Say congratulations to Monica for me tonight.”
I burped out a nervous “What?”
With a fiendish smile Natalie replied “Your secret is safe with me, just like my secret of cheating on my husband is safe with you,” and then she kissed me on the cheek. She then walked away, obviously wiggling her perfect ass for my benefit.
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As I was stroking in and out of the perfect pussy of the beautiful pregnant women on her hands and knees in my bed I was serene. Just a month or so ago I had had the opportunity of a lifetime and fulfilled my number one fantasy. Now I was fulfilling — although far from the first time — my number two fantasy, and I hoped to be doing so many times in the future.
As I grunted, and my pregnant partner screamed, in synched orgasms a feeling of release, well-being, and hope for the future overwhelmed me. Ten minutes later we were lying face to face with big smiles on our faces as I occasionally kissed or sucked on one of her oversized seemingly already milk-laden tits.
“You were spectacular in the courtroom today, Will. It came out just like we planned.”
“I was really motivated darling; making love to your perfect preggo body is the sexual highlight of my life, Monica.” (There was no reason to spoil the moment by saying “Except for one night with Natalie.”)