Fruits of Betrayal

By H.T. Miles

What happens to a marriage when a spouse commits a crime? How does a family survive the trauma when the husband and children find out that a wife and mother are not perfect?

What happens when a straight-as-an-arrow husband realizes his wife has broken the law and succumbed to sexual blackmail instead of coming to him for help?

This is the story of one such event and the healing of the marriage afterward. The search for the truth and the ‘bad guys’ before the wife pays the ultimate price.

We follow the wife’s efforts to stay alive as her husband tries to come to grips with balancing his love for her and protecting their children.

Reader Advisory: A Contemporary Suspense Romance containing graphically described sex between adults, including forced sex between ex-lovers, and relates the story of a wife looking for a way to hide her criminal and moral mistakes from her husband after twenty years of marriage. This book is for mature readers only. 45,000 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Luminosity Publishing LLP
• Release date: Dec 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463213056

H.T. Miles

I am a widower that would write short stories and poetry to the love of my life. As a lover of romance novels and erotic fiction, I have simply taken the free time I now have, after taking care of my late wife, to write about certain events that I became aware of over the course of our marriage. The events of my books never happened to us, but they did happen to friends and neighbors. I have of course, changed the names of the people involved, and added a little here, and a little there, to give the stories a better “bite” if you will. The only way I have found to silence the “voices in my head” is to put these events down on “paper.”

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FRUITS OF BETRAYAL

Living with Past Sins 5

H.T. Miles

What happens to a marriage when a spouse commits a crime? How does a family survive the trauma when the husband and children find out that a wife and mother are not perfect?

What happens when a straight-as-an-arrow husband realizes his wife has broken the law and succumbed to sexual blackmail instead of coming to him for help?

This is the story of one such event and the healing of the marriage afterward. The search for the truth and the ‘bad guys’ before the wife pays the ultimate price.

We follow the wife’s efforts to stay alive as her husband tries to come to grips with balancing his love for her and protecting their children.

Reader Advisory: A Contemporary Suspense Romance containing graphically described sex between adults, including forced sex between ex-lovers, and relates the story of a wife looking for a way to hide her criminal and moral mistakes from her husband after twenty years of marriage. This book is for mature readers only.

FRUITS OF BETRAYAL

Living with Past Sins 5

H.T. Miles

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FRUITS OF BETRAYAL

Living with Past Sins 5

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DEDICATION

I live close to the great city of New Orleans Louisiana USA and yes, the apartment described in this book is an apartment I had for several years, but only for weekend getaways with the family. I know the quarter well. I have traveled the world and visited many cities, but this city is by far my favorite international city. While it has its problems, the people make it special. As a man and a father, I would like to thank my children for being my rocks. In my first dedication, I mentioned the professionals at Luminosity Publishing for taking a chance on a new author, they continue to surpass my expectations. They continue to be a joy to work with and I hope we have a long relationship.

CHAPTER ONE

The Pleasure of Blackmail

It was well past midnight on a Tuesday as Betty Easterling heard the front door of her house click shut. Her three teenage children were safely asleep upstairs in bed as her lover crept into the house. Her husband was overseas for two months and she had given in to the sexual advances of her ex-college sweetheart to reignite their relationship several months ago. The man had her life in her hands. If she refused his sexual advances, she had been told in no uncertain terms she could end up in jail for five to ten years. So she had finally given in, as if she had a choice. As demeaning as it was to be at the man’s beck and call to satisfy his sexual impulses, Betty did have to admit the sex was good, very good. In fact and she would miss it, because her husband was due back in a couple of weeks. What would happen once she was no longer able to sexually satisfy her lover, she did not know?

Back in college she had ended the relationship so that she could pursue a relationship with her current husband. She knew then that while she had feelings for her college sweetheart, he was not husband material. His reputation in college was so bad that she had refused to see him in normal college social settings — no frat house parties, no sorority mixers, no outings of any kind. They got together for hook-ups. The sex was great, but conversations were at a minimum since they had only one thing in common — sex.

The adulteress looked up at Special Agent Stewart Reynolds as he slipped into her and her husband’s bedroom. The agent locked the bedroom door and pushed play on the sound system to let music cover the sounds that the two lovers would be making soon. His appearance meant she was to turn into the now well-trained submissive as her FBI handler required of her. The woman slipped off the bed and knelt nude in front of the man. The married woman slowly reached up with her carefully manicured fingers and undid the agent’s belt, unfastened the pants’ buttons and lowered the zipper on the fly as the pants fell to the floor. The woman’s red-painted fingernails slipped to the side of the man’s boxers as she lowered them to the floor as well. Betty’s red lipstick covered mouth engulfed her college sweetheart’s semi-hard erection. This male specimen was the largest cock she had ever had the pleasure of accepting into any and all of her orifices. A full eight inches or more when fully erect and very thick, almost as thick as her wrists. While she hated being forced to cheat on her husband to keep herself out of jail, she enjoyed the actual sex act itself.

Once Stewart was hard, without a word being spoken, the cheating wife turned around and bent over the bed as the government agent removed his clothes. Moments later Betty felt the head of the man’s erect penis touch her vagina’s outer lips, as the agent rubbed it up and down her now very wet vagina. Yes, she had fought tooth and nail as she had refused to have sex with her ex-lover over a span of several months, but once she came to the conclusion that she had no choice she had decided to lay back and enjoy it as the saying goes. The married woman felt a sinfully sweet orgasm sweep over her body as her lover’s cock pierced her pussy and sank further into her body than her husband could reach. Sex with Stewart was not better than that with her husband, just different. Her husband made love to her. Stewart fucked her. Both were good but vastly different. During the time from her wedding until the time she finally gave in to her ex-lover she had never thought about the sex with Stewart, she had not missed it or craved it in any way, but now that she was having to give in to the man, it was enjoyable, to say the least, as long as she did not think about the implications and consequences of her actions to her marriage. Betty knew she would be responsible for her own climax, her lover only cared about his own pleasure, if she got off while he was screwing her so much the better, and with his equipment and his stamina she always did, but the man was a very selfish lover. There was no foreplay, he did not perform oral sex on her, he did not kiss or suck on her breasts and he did not play with her clit. The tall and trim agent simply started pounding Betty from behind with absolutely no care whatsoever towards her pleasure, he just used her and that in and of itself was a helluva turn on. She heard the man grunt each time his hips slammed into her ass cheeks. As she felt his eruption of sperm into her womb the cheating wife came again. She collapsed onto the bed with a light coating of sweat on her body as the agent walked around to the end of the bed and climbed in and laid down face up on the bed and pulled Betty’s head to his groin, indicating that she was to orally clean his penis as he had made her do each and every time the two ex-college sweethearts had gotten together.

Betty simply laid her head on Stewart’s thigh afterward to await further instructions and yet still not a word had been spoken between the two. Both knew she was a reluctant participant even if she did enjoy it. Thirty minutes later, Betty felt her head being lowered back to Stewart’s cock, the signal that her lover was ready for round two. The cheating wife opened wide and took the flaccid cock into her mouth and sucked it hard. She was then gently pushed onto her back as the federal agent slipped between her legs. As a silent protest, Betty always closed her eyes when Stewart mounted her missionary. She refused to look at her ex-college sweetheart, but they both knew she would climax just the same. The male lover slowly entered the woman’s vagina and took deliberate pleasure in lowering himself into Betty’s vagina inch by inch and withdrawing just as slowly and deliberately. For over 15 minutes the man tortured the woman with teasingly slow movement designed to force the woman to scream out in frustration. The married woman refused to give in and it took Stewart to finally relent and start to suddenly pound the woman’s pussy in quick powerful strokes, as they both came. Several moments later, the FBI agent withdrew from his conquest, dressed and headed for the front door, as he left, he turned and kissed the woman, but she turned her head at the last moment so the kiss ended up on one of her cheeks and not on her lips. It was his first attempt at affection that evening as she stood there nude to lock the door, and set the alarm behind him. Not a single word had passed between the two, no endearments, nothing. The Fed knew he had forced his ex-college sweetheart to betray her husband and her marriage vows, so what was there to say?

Betty walked back to her and her husband’s bedroom too tired physically and emotionally to think about taking a shower to remove the evidence of her sin or to even change the sheets. Half of her, the part that loved her husband hated what she was doing, but the other half, the woman in her enjoyed the sex and justified it by saying to herself she had no choice. Stewart was blackmailing her, maybe her husband would understand, if she had the chance to explain it to him and it was not as if she was giving it to someone else instead of him, hell he was not here and if she had her way he would never find out. Just as she hoped her husband did not find out about her willfully breaking the law at the request of one of her firm’s clients only to be stiffed for the fee for setting up a bogus tax shelter program that got her in this mess, to begin with.

Nathaniel (Nate) Easterling was having a very long day. The engineer had been in the air or in airport lounges for the past three days trying to get back home from a two-month engineering consultancy job in northern China. His job had ended two weeks early and he had one day’s notice to hop a plane to come home. The man did not hesitate. He had tried to call home to let his wife and children know he was on his way home but the voice over Internet system used at the compound he was working at and living in had failed and each time he tried at the various connecting airports the calls seemed to have dropped as well. So here he was at three in the morning, bleary-eyed, smelling of sweat from poorly air-conditioned airports and bone-tired pulling up to the security post at the entrance of his gated community on the outskirts of the metropolitan area of New Orleans Louisiana. After-hours high-tech facial recognition software allowed homeowners, family members, and staff, if you had any, to enter at their leisure. Guests had to be buzzed in or entered into the computer system just like family if they came around often enough. As late as it was, the tired traveler hoped his wife did not shoot him when he opened the front door to their family home.

Half a block from his house he saw a man standing at his and his wife Betty’s front door giving a kiss to his wife! All of a sudden, the road weariness vanished as he slowed and pulled the car over to the side of the street. The now energized with anger traveler just set there stunned, never in a million years would he have believed it! If he had been at a party and one of his neighbors had mentioned that someone had left his home at this hour and told him that his wife was cheating on him, he would have laughed in the person’s face, but there in front of his bleary eyes was the proof. He could see just enough of his wife to see that she was nude on the other side of the door. His nude wife letting a man out of a house at three in the morning was just a micro measurement away from catching the two people actually screwing.

The man started walking down the block away from where Nathaniel was pulled over, the anger was now boiling over in the husband. His insides were at war with itself, half of him wanted to stomp on his accelerator