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"You're making him out to be a saint," Alex quietly protested.
"No. I'm just not willing to hang the villain tag from his neck just yet. Let's see what kind of trouble he's been in before we do that. As for actual trouble and who I think we need to be worried about, it's Brandi. That bitch scares me."
Maggie and Kalinda were both taken aback by that statement. So was Alex, even though Billy had alluded to it before. "You were saying something about that on the phone. Are you sure?"
"A hundred percent? No. Very high nineties? Most definitely."
"Why? How? What's your proof?"
"I don't have any. I have suspicion, and a really bad feeling about her."
"So, your gut," Kalinda stated.
"Yes."
Alex shook his head. "That's not a reason."
Kalinda jumped in. "Yes, it is. It's the biggest."
"What makes you say that?"
"I trust this man, that's why. He's had personal contact with her. Intimate personal contact. If his gut is telling him she's bad news, we have an obligation to believe him. Especially since she's the one we're pretty sure is with your wife right now. Billy, what's your gut telling you besides she's trouble. What details do you have?"
"Other than the fact that she doesn't appear to have existed prior to 2004?"
"What the fuck?" Maggie gasped.
"Her name is Brandi Allison Gardner. At least that's what her driver's license says. And I know she went to UC Santa Barbara enrolled under that name. Prior to that? Nothing. She's a fucking ghost."
"Are you sure?" Kalinda asked.
"The Social Security number she's using didn't exist prior to that. Can't find a birth certificate under that name in California, and I went five years in either direction in case she lied about her age. No known addresses prior to college. There's just a lot of weird things that are popping up. But, she's not dumb. She graduated with honors there with two degrees. One in Physical Education, and the other in Physical Therapy. She was at UC-Santa Barbara for four years, starting in 2004. That aligns with her driver's license, which puts her at thirty-three years old. But I can't find anything about her before college. No high school is showing up in her college transcript or application. No previous jobs with that SSN number. Nothing so much as a parking ticket prior to that. It's like she got dropped off from Venus and began school. It's weird."
"It's on purpose," Kalinda noted. "She doesn't want anyone to know. She's running from something."
"Or soneone. It's like she's in witness protection, but without a backstory. I think you're right though, Kalinda. She's in hiding. We just don't why. It gets weirder. She's in a legal relationship. Not married, but she's common law coupled with a guy she went to school with. His name is Scott Silverman. He's a partner in an investment banking firm in San Francisco. Lives in the Almaden Valley area South of San Jose. The best I can tell, he met Brandi in college. They were cheerleaders together. Then they were roommates, getting an apartment together their junior year. In his name, but she was a co-leaser. They moved to the Bay area after they graduated. Financially, they've been a couple for going on fourteen years."
"Financially? What's that mean?" Maggie asked.
Alex replied, saying, "They're filing taxes together. Likely investing as well based on his profession."
"Yes. It's all legal in the eyes of the state of California. But she moved down here in a little over five years ago. She started working at one of the Fitness Centers, and has worked her way up to being the women's program coordinator and nutritionist for the entire Fitness network. She's in charge of teaching Yoga, Zumba, Jazzercise and women's wellness classes. She's on his payroll, and has a company car... the one she showed up in here. It's a 2018 BMW 420i registered under GTA2."
"So... they're definitely separated," Kalinda guessed.
"By distance, yes. But he's down here every two weeks."
"What? How the hell do you know that?"
"Again, I've been more worried about her than Gerard from the jump. I'll explain why... but when I found out she's in a pseudo-marriage, I dug into Silverman too. Turns out he's also a pilot. Owns his own plane. A Diamond DA40 NG. They're pretty slick."
Maggie was stunned. "How do you find something like that out?"
"It's registered. He's not a fucking criminal. He's not flying drugs in from Columbia. He's an investment banker that's getting off work on a Friday, stopping at Moffett Field near San Jose instead of going home, and filing a flight plan. He gets in his plane, and flies to John Wayne Airport, where he rents a small hanger. That's also where he keeps his other car. He has two. One there and one where he lives. Brandi lives in a high-end condo in Costa Mesa. He comes down every other Friday, and flies back on Mondays. It's like clockwork."
"So, they are a couple."
"Hard to say. All I know for sure is his travel habits, and the proximity of where he lands to her place. It would seem there's some kind of continued relationship, and like Alex said, they're tied together financially. That's obviously why they're still together more than any other reason. The money. We know she's fucking whoever she wants... that's for sure. I've fucked her. That's what really makes me convinced she's trouble."
"Because you fucked her? That doesn't make any sense. You fucked Christina too," Maggie interjected.
"Yes, but I knew Christina before I ever fucked her. I know her husband. I know their kids. I'm invested in them. Brandi? First time I met her, she's got two guys in her convertible and she's bringing them to a fuck-party right upstairs," he said, pointing at the master bedroom windows overlooking the back of the massive property. "It turned out they were co-workers of hers from the gym, but my initial reaction was a hot blonde with a black male and a Hispanic male, and she's knowingly showing up to fuck. Christina's comment to me on the phone that day was she knew the woman, but didn't know who she'd be bringing with her. So again... alarms go off. Now, that in and of itself isn't something to be concerned about. It was clear after Gerard showed up that Christina was exploring sexually. Her showing up and fucking me at the guard shack later that day proved that. So did her having me send Alex texts. She was playing hotwife. The question was how Alex was going to respond. But that gangbang was telling."
"How so?" Maggie wondered.
"You can tell that Christina looks up to her. And that Brandi is very much in control of what's happening. It's subtle. Very subtle. I doubt Christina even picks up on it. I sure as hell know the two guys that were there don't. She's got the pussy, it's pretty fucking magical, and she uses it to warp the minds of those she's with."
"Uh... that's pretty simplistic, isn't it?" Kalinda laughed. "I have a pussy. Doesn't make me the Scarlett Witch."
"Oh... I'm thinking you're more than you're giving yourself credit for," he winked, in a way that made her instantly wet and her nipples harden. It didn't hurt that the way he began eyeing her was making his cock begin to harden. Yet it was like he had impressive control over that huge appendage. It got half-hard, just to let her know it was there and willing. But his focus was still on the conversation. "That said I don't believe you're fully grasping what I'm saying."
"Okay, Billy. Enlighten me."
"I'm not being boastful when I say I've been in more than my share of group sex situations. It's been a rather common phenomenon for me. When you're in enough of them, over time, you can figure out pretty quickly which pussy is poison. I've fucked her. I'll never do it again. That cunt is... she's evil. I can't tell you specifically how. It's one of my gifts, I guess. Or, super powers, if you will," he chuckled.
"We all have our super powers," Maggie shrugged. "But if anyone here is the Scarlett Witch, it's me. At least I'm the redhead."
"Pretty sure Black Widow had red hair," he said, the talk officially off subject.
"And black. And blonde. She's whoever she needs to be," Kalinda smiled. "That's me. You have to be a chameleon to be a private detective. It's like being a secret agent."
"Definitely want to learn more about that," he grinned back. "So... you're Black Widow. Maggie's the Scarlett Witch. That makes me?"
Kalinda sat up, her impressive chest swaying as she spread her legs to show off her wetness. "You're Black Panther, of course."
"Damn straight," Maggie agreed, literally licking her lips. Alex was silent, just taking it all in. And that silence grew as the rest of them finally looked to him, expecting him to name his own Marvel Universe hero. He didn't. Maggie assumed it was because of the night before, and how she'd been a part of stripping him of his manhood. Looking at him with sorrowful eyes, she asked simply, "Alex?"
Shrugging, he sighed. He didn't want to play along, but he also didn't want to disappoint. "I don't know... I guess I'm Clint Barton."
Billy scoffed. "What? Dude... you're fucking Iron Man. You've got the looks. You've got the money. You've got the mansion by the ocean... you're Tony Stark!"
Kalinda offered, "No. I think he's Steve Rogers. All-American male. Built like a brick wall. Slightly older perspective."
Alex shook his head. "No. I'm Clint. This place isn't really me. It's what Christina wanted, and I provided it. Clint is who I really am at the core. I'm no playboy genius, and I'm no living poster of the American ideal. I'm just a man, with a wife, and two kids, that's trying to protect them from what's coming our way."
Maggie nodded. "Fuck yeah... you're Hawkeye. Wholesome. Honest. Loyal. Willing to pick you up your bow and fight the right fight. You're the balance that holds the group in check, like you do at work. I guess that does make me Natasha Romanoff, because I'm you're partner... and I've got you and your family's back. Always," she said as she got up and moved to him. Straddling his lap, she gave him a long, passionate kiss. One that stirred him.
"Were Clint and Natasha ever romantically linked?" Alex panted.
"Oh yeah. You can see it in her eyes. Then again, she's romantic with a lot of people. She's an agent. That makes me more like her than I thought."
Kalinda took the switch in stride. "Well, T'Chilla, looks like I'm really Okoye. Whaddya say... wanna fight side by side?"
"Among other positions," he grinned, as he watched Maggie turn and straddle Alex. Seconds later, she was bouncing slowly on his enraged erection, holding his head in her hands as she continued to make out with him.
"Got one in mind?" Kalinda teased.
His cock quickly expanded to its full length and strength, rising from his loin like a redwood in a forest of Douglas firs. It was mighty, and majestic, and it pulsed with life. "That one looks pretty inviting."
Kalinda wasted no time in climbing aboard. The moment she sank her tight cunt over his entire length, it felt like it was meant to be. "Mmm... just remember, I'm loyal to the throne, no matter who sits on it," she moaned, quoting a line from one of the movies as she began riding him.
"I'm grateful for your allegiance, General," he quipped in return.
The talking stopped, only mummering and moaning filling the warm late evening air. The sounds of the waves in the distance accompanied the scene, as the two couples made love. And that's exactly what it was. Maggie had been railed by Alex earlier. She needed it. She needed to feel his anger, and his hate. She needed to be the conduit that grounded him again; the rage he was filled with from what she'd done to him consuming him in ways he couldn't verbalize. He needed to get that resentment out of his system one more time, and she needed to take that abuse; to offer herself in any way imaginable so that he could feel whole again.
Yet that wasn't going to happen until they figured out what was really going on between Christina and Gerard. And perhaps Billy was right. Maybe they were going to discover that the black hole at the center of their seemingly collapsing universe was really Brandi all along. In the meantime, Maggie was taking a moment for them to connect. To feel the love that they truly had for each other. She could pretend it was only an infatuation. Or a misguided employer-employee relationship gone too far by circumstances beyond either of their control. But in her heart, she knew she really loved Alex, in ways she shouldn't. And she needed him to feel it.
He could, because he felt it too. His guilt of loving more than one woman was there, beneath the surface. He'd never leave Christina, no matter how much pain and angst she was putting him through with the life choices she was making. Hell, he'd forced the issue, wanting that change. Dreaming and fantasizing about it to the point he ignored her physical needs. He could hardly blame her for giving him what he really wanted all along. Be careful what you wish for, and all that. The trade off was the budding emotional connection he felt for Maggie. Yes, he'd been drawn into sexual trysts with many beautiful, intelligent women since he'd given himself permission to be a stag. Or more accurate to the label, he'd been given permission by his hotwife to fuck outside the bonds of a traditional marriage. Still, he took full advantage, having incredible sex with six different women that weren't Christina. It wasn't the number she was surely racking up, but it was never a contest. What he worried about was the sudden contest for his heart he didn't see coming.
Maggie meant that much to him. And to his kids. So much, that he stepped up and made a manly decision, as stupid as it might seem. His executive secretary was going to be moving onto his property, renting the pool house. But with each slow, graceful move of her slender hips, Maggie proved the choice he'd made to be the right one.
Holding him tenderly, she felt her body tremble, and the sweet release of her climax covered his groin. It wasn't explosive, like when she'd squirt. It wasn't even necessarily powerful in its strength or duration. But it was in her heart, and it became so in his at the same time, for she locked her green eyes to his blue ones. They became one in that moment, alone while in the company of others. It was their universe, opening up like the stars beginning to pop in the sky as dusk turned to dark.
"I love you Alex," she panted.
"I love you too, Maggie. I... I shouldn't. But I do," he replied with a single tear rolling down his cheek.
"It's okay. I know you love her first," she admitted. "I... I'm not trying to, you know --"
"I love you both. Is that wrong?"
She chuckled a bit as she sighed. "Not from where I'm sitting," she smiled with a shake of her head, a tear of her own falling on his chest. She squeezed the walls of her vagina, milking at his cock to emphasize her point. Not that he needed the reminder of what they were doing.
"Is this... are we? Can we?"
"Coexist?" she answered, reading his mind like she often did at work.
He grinned slyly at her intuition. "Yeah."
"Do you believe that a couple that's been in a relationship for over fifteen years can become polyamorous?"
"Huh... that is a thing these days, isn't it?"
"It is if you believe my Tumblr blog," she revealed.
"You're on Tumblr?"
"That's another subject for another time. I'm more interested in if you feel we can really make this work. You, Christina... and me?" she wondered as another tear fell.
He reached up to wipe the next one, bringing it to his mouth. He could taste the saline, and felt his connection to her grow. That was something he'd done often with his wife. Wiping away her tears and swallowing them in a way; the idea of taking her pain or dismay and making it become a part of him. Finding a way to lesson whatever burden she might be struggling with by owning it with her.
"I want to try," he replied, hoping not to sound desperate.
"Then cum for me, sweetie. Cum inside me... and then let's figure out how we're going to rescue our horny little hotwife."
It was the words more than the way she was riding him that suddenly made him go off. That and the magical swirl in her eyes. He felt her pulling at his orgasm, willing it to fill her with her Kegel maneuverings.
"God... yeeeesssssss!" he mewled as he bucked his hips into her.
She squealed excitedly, the warmth of his seed reaching deep into her womb. She wasn't worried. He'd cum inside her several times. She wasn't in danger. Then again, she didn't know he was fixed. Still, the notion of him impregnating her overwhelmed her to the point she shuddered and came with him. "Mmmmmmm sweeeetieeeeeee!"
Across the firepit, Kalinda was allowing her body to be used. She was on top, but she was holding herself still above Billy, her knees firmly locked and in place beside his hips, which he was raising and lowering at a glacial pace. His cock was so long, it reached places inside her she'd never felt before. Then again, she was more attune to having sex with women than men. But the fact remained his was the longest cock she'd ever seen, and it was doing things to her that made her reel in ecstasy. She'd cum on his shaft five times in the short time they'd been coupled. Part of that was the fact that she was easily orgasmic, but this was on another level entirely.
"Fuck, now I know why you're the King," she said as she came down from her latest climax.
"You're beautiful when you cum, Kalinda," he admired, shifting the focus from alter egos to who they really were.
She sighed, sinking her forehead into his chest. "I've... I've never cum so much so fast. I'm lightheaded."
"You should be. You're angelic. You belong in the heavens with those stars."
"Ha. Can't see them. Well, except the ones I see when I close my eyes."
Flipping them over, he sank himself even deeper into her juicy pussy. She let out a mewl, locking her legs around his waist, unwilling to let him get away. Opening her eyes, she looked past his shoulder, into the cosmos he was referring to.
"Take me there, lover. Take me there," she panted.
He knew what she meant. Kissing her deeply, he picked up the pace, rolling his hips in a way she never could have anticipated. It became quickly evident that he was on a different level than any man she'd ever been with. He kept her off balance, never able to pick up on his rhythms. Unable to predict what might come next. It was bliss.
"Oh.... Baaaabbbyyyyyy!" she cried out, her body shaking violently beneath him.
He left know doubt of his intentions. It was going to be up to her to protest. To deny his intent. She'd have to tell him no, and change his desires. Instead, she squeezed her legs tighter around him as she felt him beginning the ascent to his own release. He kept the same stroke. The same power and control. And that's what he had. Control of her, in a way that made her feel she belonged there. She was his in that moment, and she wanted what he was about to give her.
"I'm going to cum inside you, Kal," he whispered in her ear. It wasn't a question or request. It wasn't a command. It was a statement of fact. He was taking her. He was owing her on that lounger. She felt it, and came again.
"I knooooooooooow," she moaned as her pussy gushed.
He waited it out, the control he had over his own release remarkable to her. She knew he was close, and wanted him to cum with her. He had other ideas, wanting her to feel every pulse and spurt without being masked by her own. Once she calmed, he pushed himself up and grabbed her legs, holding her legs wide by her ankles. On just his knees he buried his cock deep into her.
"Count," he grinned.
"What?"
"Backwards... from ten," he said as he pulled back and fired forward hard and deep.
