Samuel's manipulation -Blink

The house had been completely silent since Marcus moved out for his shift at 1:30 PM.

Amelia hummed a soft, cheerful tune as she wiped down the kitchen counters, the thin fabric of her modest, knee-length sundress riding up the backs of her plump, bare thighs every time she leaned over the marble island.

Suddenly, three soft taps echoed from the back door leading to the patio.

Amelia gasped, her hand flying to her chest. She hurried over to the glass door and peeked through the blinds. Her wide blue eyes blinked in pure shock. Standing on her back porch, completely hidden from the street, was Samuel.

She quickly unlocked the deadbolt and cracked the door open. "Samuel? What are you doing here?" she whispered frantically, looking around the empty backyard.

"Shh, let me in, gorgeous," Samuel murmured smoothly, his rough hand pushing the door open just enough to slip inside. "I was gonna go to a friend's but then I remembered how you said you felt all lonely and I thought I would go accompany you. Also I couldn't quite forget the taste of your coffee." He chuckled.

He immediately reached past her to lock the door and pull the kitchen blinds shut, effectively sealing them in. As he brushed past her, his coarse knuckles deliberately dragged across the heavy, soft swell of her braless breasts.

Amelia’s breath hitched, a hot shiver shooting straight down to her core. He's just clumsy. She might've thought.

"But you said you won't come here when he's not around, did you lie?" she pouted, her heart hammering with a terrifying, forbidden thrill.

"I know what I told him, sweetheart," Samuel sighed softly, offering her a reassuring look. "But sometimes, angel, we have to tell little white lies to protect the people we care about. You saw how angry Marcus was this morning, just because I texted you, right? If that remains the case, you would be so lonely in this new town. Isn't that so?"

Amelia nodded. That was the only thing she disliked about Marcus but never openly talked to him about it.

"He carries so much stress from his job. If I told him I wanted to come keep you company, his pride would get hurt and he'd just get himself all worked up over nothing. We're just two friends. There is no harm in keeping a little secret if it keeps the peace in your home."

Amelia bit her plush bottom lip, her brow furrowing as she thought it over. Samuel was right—they were just having coffee. It made perfect, innocent sense to her. Lying wasn't that bad if it stopped her husband from throwing a fit for every little thing.

"I... I suppose you're right," she whispered, her shoulders relaxing slightly.

"I know I am," Samuel smiled, stepping just a little closer.

"Now, speaking of secrets... tell me, Amelia," Samuel asked softly, his voice dropping into a hypnotic note. "Did you ever wonder how Marcus knew exactly what we texted each other last evening? How he knew the exact words I used?"

"I... I don't know," she stammered, looking up at him with wide, trusting eyes. "He said he just... knew."

"Men don't just 'know' things, angel," Samuel sighed, shaking his head sadly. "Your big, strong husband doesn't trust you. He has a hidden tracking app on this phone. He’s been reading every single word you type."

"What?" Amelia gasped, genuine shock and hurt pooling in her ocean-blue eyes. "No... but Marcus loves me."

"I'm sure he does honey. But would you say, you love a bird when you kept it in a cage all her life?" Samuel caressed her shoulder smoothly. "Don't you also want to spread your wings sometimes?"

Amelia nodded, completely agreeing with his logic, there was a slight tremor in her voice. "I-I understand that, b-but still.. he could've just asked for my phone if he wanted to look.. I would- I-"

"Shh... shh, It's okay. I'm here now right? Let me see that phone, I'll do something about it." He comforted her and took the phone right out of her pocket, not missing a chance to cop a feel of her round ass. Amelia gasped slightly, but she quickly blamed it on the tight angle between the counter and his body. Not like she had a problem with that even without an excuse.

While his one hand worked her phone screen, his other hand settled heavily onto her waist to comfort her. His thumb began to slowly, rhythmically stroke the soft skin of her stomach just beneath the fabric of her dress.

Amelia’s breathing turned shallow and ragged. The heat from his wrinkled hand was sending pulses straight between her thighs. She was so hurt by Marcus's betrayal that Samuel's touch felt incredibly grounding and safe.

"I'm installing a hidden, local app," Samuel explained, pulling up what looked like a normal calculator screen. "Whenever you want to talk to me, you type in a pass-code here. It completely bypasses his spyware. It'll just be you and me."

"Wow. You're so smart. how did you do it?" she mused.

"Haha, it's nothing. I picked up a trick or two, working in the department."

"That's incredible. But Samuel, I'm so worried for you," Amelia whimpered softly, leaning into his touch. "If he ever finds out you did this... he'll hurt you! Why take the risk for me?"

Samuel slipped the phone back into her pocket, resting his hand against the plush curve of her hip. He looked down at her flushed, beautiful face, plastering on a look of deep, profound sadness.

"I don't care about the risk, Amelia," he whispered softly, reaching up to gently cup her warm cheek. "The truth is... you look so much like my late wife, Martha. She had the exact same golden hair, the same sweet smile. Being around you... it makes this old man feel alive again. I just want to spend a little time with you. And I worry about you being all lonely in this big house... especially with your boy growing up and going off to college"

Amelia’s tender, foolish heart completely melted. He is such a good man, she thought, her eyes shining with unshed tears. He's just a lonely, grieving widower who misses his wife. And he's doing this for me.

"Oh, Samuel," she cooed, her smooth hands coming up to tie around his neck. "Thank you so much, Samuel. You're such a kind person. I'm so glad I met you."

"Me too sweetheart.. me too" Samuel pulled her into a tight hug, pressing her massive, yielding breasts flush against his chest. He buried his face in her neck, hiding the dark, wicked grin spreading from ear to ear.

He wasn't worried about the risk at all. What Amelia didn't know was that his phone had just vibrated in his back pocket. It was a text from Patrick, sitting at his desk at the precinct across town: Valente will not get home until midnight..

Samuel’s hands slid down Amelia’s back, his fingers brazenly digging into the soft, heavy mounds of her ass through her sundress. He had a perfect early warning system, and he had all the time in the world to break the dumb cop's gorgeous wife.

Now the only variable left was Liam.