Mistakes Were Made
Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Cheating, Voyeurism,
Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - When Brenda tells her husband about the dream she had were she was in bed with another man it starts Gary down a distructive path.
I have always thought of myself as a fairly intelligent person but events of late have made me question whether my self assessment is correct. I think that as you read my account of these events you may begin to think that my elevator no longer visits the penthouse.
Let me begin by telling you about my wife and myself. Brenda and I met, shortly after I we got out of college, at a party at a mutual friends house. We started talking and things just kind of clicked. We became friends almost immediately. As we talked we found that we had a lot in common. We like some of the same authors, movies and music and shared similar political views. I saw Brenda several times during the month following the party but never on an actual date. Romance kind of snuck up on us all at once.
At first I wasn't sure how I felt about Brenda. Even though I could see that Brenda was a beautiful woman, she is five feet five inches tall, 110 pounds, blonde hair and the most beautiful blue eyes, we hit it off as friends so quickly that I thought of her as a friend not a potential lover. Then one night Brenda invited me to go along with three friends of hers to a local coffee shop to hear a poet that Brenda's friends were excited about. After listening to this guy go on for more than an hour about some guy named Prothro and how he lived at peace with nature and communed with the animals in the forest and the fish in the sea or some such crap, I was nearly bored to tears. I didn't want to say anything because the others all seemed to have enjoyed the poems he recited. You know, I always thought that if a poem made no sense at all, the least it could do is rhyme. This guys poems did neither but Brenda's friend's were going on about how profound the poems were and how they loved the hidden metaphors in his prose. What the hell is a hidden metaphor? Well that was it for me. I didn't want to say anything to burst their intellectual bubble so I said that I had to get home because I had to get up early the next day.
As I stood to leave Brenda jumped up and said that she also had an early day and asked me if I could give her a ride home. As soon as we got outside Brenda started laughing. I asked her what was so funny and she said, "I just couldn't wait to get you alone so we could discuss those hidden metaphors. I guess if they enjoyed the poetry I shouldn't make fun of them but... Wasn't that the worst load of crap you have ever sat through?"
Now we were both laughing and then kissing. I don't really know the exact moment I decided to kiss her but when I did it was as though she was thinking the same thing at the same time. I drove her back to her apartment and walked her to the door and we kissed again. When we broke off the kiss Brenda looked like she didn't know what she wanted to do. I could tell she wasn't sure if she wanted to ask me in or not so I made it easier for her. I said, "I don't know if there is anything I can say or do to make this moment any better than it already is so I think I should go home now." I kissed Brenda again and asked, "Can I call you?" She said that she would be upset if I didn't.
On the way home I thought about what had happened and was surprised by my behavior. Normally with an opportunity like that my only thought would be how I would get her into bed, but with Brenda the only thing I could think of was how do I make sure I don't screw this up. Somehow I knew that waiting for the right moment would be far better than trying to get Brenda into bed that night.
As soon as I got home I called her. We ended up talking for nearly two hours. At first we didn't talk about what had happened between us that evening but we couldn't avoid the subject. I told Brenda that I wasn't sure what I was feeling but I knew that something important had happened between us and I wanted to see what it meant. Brenda said that she felt exactly the same way. She also said, "I think we need to move slowly. I'm afraid that if we go to fast we might ruin a good thing."
I agreed and suggested that we wait at least a month before we try taking our new relationship to bed. Then Brenda said, "What makes you think you'll ever get me into bed?"
I was stunned by that remark until I realized that she was laughing. I responded with, "I wasn't planning on taking you to bed, I figured it would be the other way around."
Two weeks later I was at Brenda's apartment for dinner and a movie. She had rented a movie I had never heard of and five minutes after it started I understood why. It was so bad it had to have gone directly to video because no one would ever have gone to a theater to watch this movie. Anyway we started making fun of the characters and the plot and when a love scene came on we imitated what the two actors where doing. I was kissing Brenda the way the guy in the movie was kissing his girl friend when the guy in the movie pushed his hand up under the girls skirt. Brenda wasn't wearing a skirt, she was wearing slacks so I slid my hand up the inside of her thigh. And when I got to the top of her leg I didn't stop. For the first time since I had met Brenda I had my hand pressed against her mound. Of course her pants and panties prevented me from actually making flesh to flesh contact with her pussy. In spite of the layers of cotton I could feel the heat from her love nest and I got an erection that threatened to tear the zipper out of my pants.
Brenda made no attempt to pull away or to discourage me in any way. Then after a very long and passionate kiss Brenda whispered in my ear, "A month is way to long. I think two weeks is about right."
Once more Brenda and I agreed.
I removed my hand from between her legs and began to open her blouse. When I had all of the buttons opened I pulled the tail of her blouse out of her slacks and helped her remove it. With her bra still on I fondled her breasts and lightly bit her nipples through the lacy material. When I could see that her nipples were both hard I pulled the straps of her bra off of her shoulders and pulled the cups of the bra down exposing her lovely breast. I kissed and nibbled on her breasts for several minutes until Brenda was breathing hard. Then Brenda pushed me away. For a second I thought she had changed her mind and wanted me to stop but instead she breathlessly said, "Help my get my pants off."
I unbuttoned her pants and then pulled the zipper down. Then Brenda lifted herself off the sofa so that I could pull her pants down her legs and off over her feet. I tossed them into a chair. Now Brenda was sitting next to me in just her bra and panties. Her bra was already halfway off so I unsnapped it in the back and removed it completely. As I started kissing Brenda again I pushed my hand inside her panties and began to play my fingers through the soft silky hair on her pubic mound. As my fingers got close to touching the soft lips of her vagina Brenda began to wiggle her hips as she tried to cause contact between my fingers and the fleshy mound that formed her vulva.
As I moved my fingers farther down I felt her pussy lips separate and I felt the wetness within. As I tentatively slipped one finger inside her aroused pussy Brenda's body stiffened and she cooed, "Yes, touch me there."
So I touched her there and everywhere else between her legs and as I pushed a second finger inside her, Brenda erupted into orgasm. As her passion peaked Brenda began pulling on my shirt and I had to help her before she popped all of the buttons off. Once she had my shirt off she quickly hand my pants opened and was pulling them off me. After she had me naked, Brenda wrapped her fingers around my cock and stared at it as she stroked it up and down. From the look on her face you would think that she had never scene one before so I made the comment, "You look as though you have never seen a cock before."
Without looking up Brenda said, "I have never scene one that I wanted this much before." She lifted her head up and kissed me then said, "I have to feel you inside me now." Then she lay down on the sofa. I pulled her panties off and Brenda spread her legs so I could get on the sofa between them. As I lay down on top of Brenda I guided my cock to her moist opening and pushed myself inside. She was tight which made it extremely hard for me to stay in control. It took all of my self control to last just five minutes but I was proud that I was able to give her a second orgasm before I climaxed inside her.
As we lay in each others arms afterward we both knew we were in love and that it was definitely the real thing.
After our third sexual encounter I began wondering how much sexual experience did Brenda have before me so, as we lay there in the after glow of our love making I asked Brenda about her previous sexual relationships. I wasn't sure she would be willing to talk about them but I asked anyway. Brenda said, "If you are sure you want to hear about this I will tell you."
I thought for a moment and wondered if maybe the past was better left alone but in the end I wanted to know so I said that I was sure.
She said, "Three were just three guys before you. The first was in my freshman year at college. By the time I graduated from high school most of my friends had already lost their virginity. But with my mothers encouragement I had decided to wait until I was older and the right guy came along. Then I discovered that almost all of the girls I was meeting at college had already lost their virginity and I began to wonder what I was waiting for so I decided that I was ready and I began looking for the right guy to be my first.
I met Tommy in one of my classes. I didn't hid the fact that I might be interested in him but it still took him till almost November before he finally asked me out. By our third date I had decided that I was going to have sex with him. I didn't want to take any chances on getting pregnant so I was going to insist that Tommy wear a condom. So, when he called me to tell me what time he was going to pick me up that night I asked him if he had any condoms. I think I heard him choke. He stuttered a little and said that he would have condoms. Are you sure you want to hear all of this? "
"Okay then... I was nervous all evening thinking about what I was going to do later but in spite of my own condition, I sensed that Tommy was even more nervous. Anyway, when the moment of truth came I watched in fascination as Tommy tried to put the condom on. He obviously had never used one before and didn't know how to put it on. I was no help as I had never even seen one before. Finally after several attempts to roll the thing on he got it in place just as he climaxed. I didn't know anything about these matters so I was unaware of what had happened until a very embarrassed Tommy tried to explain why he no longer had an erection. Looking at his sad face and listening to him explain his premature ejaculation I couldn't help myself, I started to laugh.
"He got over his embarrassment about a half hour later and was able to put the second condom on successfully them we did it. It wasn't very exciting but I had accomplished what I had wanted to do. I don't know why but Tommy never called me again and I didn't really care."
The second guy was Tony. I dated Tony for about two months and we had sex maybe six times. We broke up when I found out he was sneaking out with another girl behind my back. Sex with Tony had never been very good I kept thinking that it was my fault if I didn't enjoy it and I would have to figure out what I was doing wrong. So when I met Jack I was determined that I was going to get better at sex. I learned quickly that it wasn't me after all. I enjoyed sex with Jack right from the very first time. Although our sex was good it was pretty straight forward. It was just foreplay then intercourse. Jack and I broke up just before graduation. The sex just wasn't good enough to outweigh the fact that we really didn't like each other all that much. After Jack there was nobody till I met you. What's your story?"
I said, "I am no more experienced that you. I have had a few one night stands but I have only had one long term relationship and that was in college. That lasted for nearly two years but she never liked sex so I was lucky if we had sex twice a month. I guess this means that we will have to learn the joys of sex together. So you have never had oral sex? Do you think you would like to try it?"
We started kissing again. As I worked my way down to her nipples I began thinking about performing oral sex on Brenda and realized that the idea was getting me very excited. I kissed my way down over Brenda's belly and stopped just above her pubic hair. Then I asked Brenda, "Would you like me to kiss your pussy?"
"I don't now... Maybe... If you want to."
I planted little kisses in her pubic hair and moved down between her legs. Then I was there. Closer than I had ever been to a vagina. I stared at it for a moment and decided that I liked the way it looked. As I began to make my first tentative licks across her vulva I remembered that I had already climaxed inside her earlier but I was to aroused to stop and I could tell that Brenda didn't want me to stop so I plunged ahead. I pushed my tongue into her pussy and tasted our mixed juices for the first time. I loved eating her and didn't care that I was eating some of my own cum in the process. It amazed me how quickly I was able to bring Brenda to orgasm with my tongue.
When it was over Brenda said that it felt wonderful and asked if I would like her to do the same for me. I told her that if she was willing to do it I would love it. Brenda slid her head down over my chest and stopped when her face was just inches from my cock. She took my cock in her hand and started turning it this way and that examining it from ever angle then finally she flicked her tongue out and gave the head a quick lick. I guessed that she was sampling the taste to see if she could handle it. She gave my cock a couple more quick licks then she wrapped her lips around the head and slowly took my cock into her mouth. She was able to get about half of it in then she backed off. Soon she was stroking my cock with her month, stopping every now and then to run her tongue up and down my shaft then she would take my cock back into her mouth. When I felt that I was about to cum I warned Brenda and she pulled my cock from her mouth and continued stroking it with her hand until I exploded in orgasm. Brenda seemed fascinated by the sight of my cock jerking and spewing my semen. She continued slowly stroking as my semen ran down over her fingers. When I was done, Brenda went to the bathroom and got a wet towel and cleaned me up. When she had wiped the last of the cum off my balls she kissed me and said, "We're going to have lots of fun aren't we?"
I had to agree with that.
We dated for another six months during which time our love continued to grow. Our friendship also grew. When I needed to talk to someone it was Brenda I talked to and Brenda always came to me when she needed to talk about anything. It seemed that in all cases that we would rather be together than with anyone else. Our relationship fell into a comfortable routine consisting of dinner out and or a movie then back to one of our apartments for sex then we would just lay in bed together and talk.
Other events that happened during this time were that Brenda got a good job with a large company in the banking and finance business in Burbank and I started my own business. More accurately, I bought my own business. Ever since I got out of high school I dreamed of owning my own business. I had some money left to me by my grandfather so I was ready when I found the opportunity. One day as I was on my way to work in Burbank I saw a for sale sign in the window of an equipment rental company. Out of curiosity I stopped and went into the rental store. The store consisted of a counter that was about six feet long and three and a half feet high with a couple of stools in front of it. Behind the counter stood a short bald man. He looked to be about seventy years old. He was on the phone shouting at someone, "No. I told you I ain't got any... No. I don't know who has any. What do you think? I'm the fuckin Yellow Pages. Look it up yourself... Okay, I'll send the rest of your order over this afternoon." Then without saying good bye he hung up the phone.
His demeanor changed when he looked at me and asked, "What can I do for you?"
I said, "This may be a stupid question but..."
"I hear stupid questions all day so one more ain't gonna kill me. Whata ya need?"
I said, "I saw your for sale sign and was wondering what business you're in."
"I'm in the fuckin rental business whaddaya think? Didn't ya see the sign outside?"
"I mean, what is it you rent?"
"I rent hardware to the television and movie companies."
"What kind of hardware?"
The old guy said, "I rent sound booms, lighting equipment, tables, chairs whatever they need when they're shooting on location."
"I always thought the studios had all of that stuff."
"They do, but not enough. Sometimes when they have more than one project going on they need to get extra equipment. Why? You want top buy my company?"
I said, "I am looking for a business I can buy and run myself. Is this a good business? I mean can I make a living renting equipment to movie studios?"
"Hell yes. This is a great business if yer willin to work hard. I'm too old to keep up with this any more. I had ta cutback on inventory a few years ago so I could handle the job but now it's time for me to retire. You think you might want ta buy me out?"
I said, "I don't know if I am ready to make that big of a jump yet. I would need to look at your books and learn something about this business first."
The old man said, "Tell you what. You come work for me for a couple of months, learn the business and then decide. One thing though. You come to work for me I make you do most of the work. Otherwise what's the point?"
I could go on a lot longer here but suffice to say I ended up buying the business.
The night I signed the papers to take over the company I asked Brenda to marry me. The next year was pretty hectic. Between making wedding plans and trying to grow my new business there wasn't time for much of anything else but it was all worth it. Our wedding went off without a hitch and my business was getting better all of the time.
Over the next few years Brenda and I settled nicely into married life. We had our struggles like all young married couples but because we loved and trusted each other we were able to get through those difficulties.
After three years my business had gotten to a point where I couldn't seem to make it grow anymore. Then one day when Brenda had stopped by the office to have lunch with me, one of my competitors stopped in. John runs a business that does pretty much the same thing I do so I was surprised to see John in my store. He looked a little upset. I said, "Hi John, what brings you in here?"
John said, "Gary, I'm in trouble. I contracted to fill an order for WB and I just found out I don't have two telescoping sound booms that I promised them. I forgot that they were out on another contract and wouldn't be back for a couple more weeks. I hate to do this but is there anyway you can help me out?"
He was right, he was in big trouble. You blow an order with these folks and it'll be a long time before you get another chance to rent anything to them. I was thinking about how to handle this when Brenda said that she needed to discuss something with me. I excused myself and went into the back room with Brenda.
Brenda asked me what I was going to do. I said I hadn't decided. Then she said, "I think you should help him and don't try to talk advantage of his situation. You may need his help some day."
She was right o course. I went back out to John and said, "I have two booms I can let you have for this contract."
John looked surprised. "How much you want for them?"
I said, "Why don't we just split the rental fee. That will give us both something on the deal."
I couldn't believe the size of the smile on John's face as we headed back to load the two booms on his truck. When we had theme loaded, John said, "You know you saved my life here?"
I said, "Someday I could find myself in a similar situation and I would hope I could come to you for assistance."
After that John often came to me when he needed help filling an order and soon word seemed to get out that if you were in a jam, call Gary. I found myself not only helping competitors fill orders with equipment from my warehouse but when someone needed something I didn't have I had developed a network of contacts I could call on to get what was needed. Within a year it seemed that I had friends at every entertainment equipment supplier and every movie studio in the Los Angeles area. I guess you might say I was a success.
All that was seven years ago. Now Brenda and I have been married nearly eight years and everything was great until four months ago. The trouble all started one morning shortly after the clock radio came on. Brenda and I were just waking up when Brenda said that she had strange dream. I asked her about it and she said that she had been a bad girl in her dream. That caught my attention. I asked, "What do you mean you were a bad girl? What did you do?"
Brenda said, "In my dream I was in bed with another man."
I asked, "Were you having sex with him?"
"It was just a dream."
I could see that Brenda didn't want to say that she had sex in her dream so I teased her a little. "How big was his cock?"
Even through my sleepy eyes I could see Brenda was blushing. She said, "I didn't see him naked I was just... You know with him in bed."
"Who was he?"
"It was a guy from work. I don't really know him, he is just someone I see at the office occasionally."
"What's his name?"
"Did you ever have a dream like that before?"
"No. That's what made it so strange."
I teased her for a little while longer then I got into the shower. By the time I finished my breakfast I had pushed Brenda's dream out of my mind and replaced it with thoughts about work.
The subject of Brenda's dream didn't come up again for several days and it wasn't Brenda I was talking to when it came up. I was having lunch with Bill Jackson, a buyer for one of the studios I service. Bill is quite the ladies man. Seems like he is always talking about a new woman in his life. That day at lunch Bill started to tell me about a dream he had. When he finished I told him about Brenda's dream expecting to get a laugh out of it. When I finished the story Bill said, "You better keep an eye on her."
I asked what he meant and he said, "When I have a dream like that it's because I am sexually attracted to that person. Every time I wake up after a dream like that I can't get the person in the dream out of my mind. I think that is probably true for anyone including your wife."
I was getting a little angry with Bill. I didn't like him talking about Brenda that way, but I felt a certain truth in what he said. I have had dreams like that and I know when I wake up I can't get the person out of my head for a while. As I mulled this over I was suddenly aware that Bill was still talking. He was saying, "As a matter of fact one time I had sex with the object in one of my dreams the same day. As a matter of fact that was what ended my first marriage. "
I said, "First marriage? You've been married more than once?"
"I'm on my third marriage now. But this one is almost over. She thinks I am cheating on her."
"Of course I am, but she doesn't know that for sure."
As I got up from the table to go back to work Bill said, Remember what I said, she wants him. That's why she dreamed about him. You better keep an eye on her."
That pissed me off. I said, Brenda's not like that. She would never cheat on me."
"I hope you're right."
When I got back to my office I kept thinking about what Bill had said. I couldn't believe that Brenda would be sexually interested in another man. But if she wasn't interested why did she dream about him? Then the answer hit me. The times I had dreams like that I would wake up aroused by the dream but I never pursued any of the girls I dreamed about. Usually once I was fully awake I would forget about dream. I decided that this was the case with Brenda.
That evening as I was making love to Brenda I had a sudden picture of Brenda with another man. I had just lifted Brenda's nightgown up over her hips and I was kissing the inside of her thighs and was working my way up to her soft, blond fuzz covered vulva. I forced that thought from my head as I ran my tongue up over her vulva and used the tip of my tongue to separate her lips.
Once I had Brenda near orgasm and well lubricate I move up on top of her and pushed my cock into her hot tunnel. I pulled Brenda toward so that we rolled onto our sides and as I slowly pump my hard member into her I looked into Brenda's face and asked her, "Have you had any more nasty dreams lately?"
Brenda looked puzzled. "What nasty dreams?"
"Like the one you had about Chris Parker."
"What? Are you still thinking about that? I had forgotten all about it. No, I haven't had any more dreams like that. Why do you ask?"
"Just curious. What dose Chris Parker look like?"
"Oh I get it. You're jealous. Well you don't have anything to be jealous about. I have no interest in Chris Parker."
"Well why do you think you dreamed about him?"
"You know what dreams are like. There are lots of times I see people in a dream and when I wake up I can't figure out why I dreamed about them."
I said, That's true but most of those dreams aren't sexual dreams."
Brenda kissed me and said, "You don't have anything to worry about. You know I would never cheat on you. If you really want to know, Chris is in his forties, he's shorter than me, and he weighs about 170 pounds and slightly balding. He is not my type at all."
I felt much better. Not just because Chris Parker wasn't an Adonis, but because Brenda never had lied to me and if she promised that she would never cheat on my I believed her.
One other thing struck me about that moment and that was how horny I was. Contemplating the possibility of Brenda being interested in another man did not affect my libido, at least not in a negative way.
I was able to put the whole thing out on my mind for the next couple of weeks. That's when Brenda got a promotion to a supervisory position. With the promotion Brenda got her own office. Brenda called me from work to tell me the good news and insisted that we go out to dinner to celebrate. She told me to come over to see her new office then we would go out to dinner.
Although I had been in Brenda's building many times over the last few years I had never been on the fifth floor where her new office was located. When I got off of the elevator I was in the center of a large open area filled cubicles made with modular furniture. The walls of the cubicles were about five feet high so you couldn't see who was in them. The managers and supervisors offices were along the outside walls of the building. Brenda's new office was in the back right hand side of the building next to the corner office. As I walked down a passage way between rows of cubicles one of the name tags caught my eye. I wasn't consciously looking at the name tags but Chris Parker's name just jumped out at me. I backed up and looked in at the man sitting the cubicle. He had his back to me and was on the phone. Although I didn't want him to turn around and see me I couldn't seem to make myself move and before I could recover my composure he put the phone down, stood up and turned to face me. He asked if he could help me.
I stammered for a second and managed to say, "I just saw the name Chris Parker on the name tag here," while I pointed at the tag next to the opening to the cubicle. "I went to college with a Chris Parker. Your obviously not the Chris Parker I knew, is this your cube."
"Yea, I'm Chris Parker. There's probably a lot of Chris Parkers' around and I'm the one you don't know." Then he turned and sat back down at his desk.
I was very disturbed as I walked away for Parker's cubicle. Not only because he was a rude asshole but because he was six feet tall, very athletic looking, had a full head of dark hair and couldn't be much more than 30 years old.
When I got to Brenda's office I was confused and a little angry. Brenda had lied when she described Parker to me. Now I was going to have to find out why. When I walked into her office I lost most of my angry. Brenda was genuinely happy to see me and I just couldn't stay mad. She was so excited about her promotion and her new office. She said, "Look, come here and look at this." She was pointing at the window behind her desk. Then she opened the blinds revealing a great view of Universal Studios. "What do you think of that?"
Her excitement was contagious. I told her I thought it was a great view and that I was very proud of her. Then I sat in one of the chairs in front of her desk and she told me about her new duties and how much more she would be making. After twenty minutes of chit chat we left to go to dinner.
As we started down on the elevator I casually mentioned that I had seen Chris Parker. Brenda caught my meaning immediately and she actually laughed. She said, "I guess he didn't look like I described him did he?"
"You know why don't you?"
"I guess so. You thought I would be jealous so you wanted to put my mind at ease."
"Well, what would you have thought if I described him as he really looks."
"I guess I see your point." And I did. Brenda's demeanor told me that she had nothing to hide and I should stop worrying about Chris Parker except that I owed it to myself to be rude to him if I ever got the chance. The rest of the evening was very pleasant and we ended the night by making love slowly.
A few days later I was having a business lunch with Bill Jackson and Andy Capra. You should remember that Bill is the buyer for one of the studios that first told me that I should keep an eye on Brenda. Andy worked for a costuming company. Andy and I were putting together a package deal to rent my sound and lighting equipment and 1000 Civil War uniforms from Andy's wardrobe. After we had completed our business we sat talking over coffee. Out of the blue Bill asked, "What ever happened with your wife and that guy she had the dream about?"
Before I could respond Andy had jumped into the conversation, "What this about? It sounds juicy."
I said, "Nothing happened."
Andy looked disappointed and asked, "What kind of dream?"
I was going to say it was nothing and leave it at that but Bill quickly told Andy the whole story. Andy seemed to really enjoy listening to the story and when Bill was done Andy turned to me an asked, "And you don't think there is a problem with this man?"
Andy is 22 years old and could pass for 17. I like Andy as a person and the fact that he is openly gay doesn't bother me. But sometimes he acts more like a gossipy old woman than the young man that he is. I knew that he didn't mean any disrespect for me or Brenda, he just saw this a an interesting story and he wanted to know more. So thinking that none of this was important I told them about how Brenda had described Parker as a short chubby bald man and that I had seen him and he turned out to be a tall handsome man with a full head of hair and an athletic body. Then I told them that Brenda told me why she lied about him.
When I was done Andy smiled and asked me to introduce him to Parker. I told Andy he was to good for Parker. Then Bill said, "You can't be that foolish. Your wife lies about what this guy looks like and that doesn't bother you? You need to find out what is really going on here?"
I said, "There's nothing going on. Brenda doesn't know this guy and I am sure if she ever met him she wouldn't like him."
Bill asked, "How can you know that?"
I was getting annoyed with Bill again, "I know because I know Brenda."
As I was staring at Bill I heard Andy say something but wasn't sure what. I turned and asked him what he said.
Andy said, "I said that you should get your wife and this guy together and watch how the act around each other."
I said, "There would be nothing to watch because there is nothing to see and even if my wife was interested in this guy, she sure as hell wouldn't do anything with me around."
"Well, then you shouldn't be around." Bill responded.
Then Andy said, "Right. You need to get then together somewhere that you can watch them without them knowing."
I was getting pissed now. "I don't need to spy on my wife because there is nothing to spy on."
Andy and Bill backed off after that, Bill said, "You know best, it's your marriage." That was the end of the conversation.
As I drove back to my office I thought about what Bill and Andy had said to me and although I didn't agree with their assessment of the situation I was curious about how Brenda would act if she was in a social situation with Parker and I wasn't there. I didn't know how I could make that happen so I put it out of my mind.
Actually the opportunity happened without any help from me. About a week after my meeting with Bill and Andy Brenda told me that her company was having a dinner party at the Hilton. The dinner was for employees and spouses or significant others. The dinner was the following Wednesday evening. I didn't think anything about it except that I might get a chance to be rude to Parker. I was looking forward to that. Then Wednesday afternoon I realized that this party gave me an opportunity to observe Brenda and Parker in a social situation without either of them knowing I was watching. So at five o'clock I called Brenda and told her that I had some people coming late to pick up orders and I wouldn't get to the dinner party until eight o'clock. Brenda said, "That's okay. We are supposed to go in for dinner at eight. We'll be socializing and having drinks from 6:30 until eight.
I got to the hotel around 6:45 and found that the reception before dinner was in one of the hotel meeting rooms so I headed back to the room. I found a place where I peek in a side door to the meeting room and see in without being seen by anyone in the room. It took a few minutes to spot Brenda. She was standing with some of her friends from work. Brenda had a drink in her hand and she was talking and laughing. As I watched her it struck me how beautiful she was and how much I loved her. I continued staring at her for a while then turned my attention to finding Parker. I spotted him on the other side of the room talking to a couple of attractive women. In spite of the fact that I was sure that Brenda wasn't interested in Parker I was relieved to see that they were not talking. As I continued watching him, Parker turned away from the women he was talking to and headed across the room toward Brenda. I felt a sudden knot in my stomach as I followed his progress across the room. He passed no closer that ten feet from Brenda and never looked in her direction and Brenda never stopped the conversation she was having. Parker continued on to the bar, got three drinks and walked back to join the women he had been talking.
I felt very foolish, especially when there was obviously nothing to see. I gave up my post and walked back around to the main door to the reception and went in and joined Brenda.
A few nights later I stopped after work to have a beer with Bill and as we were talking Andy came in and sat with us. We were on out third beer when Bill teased me saying, "So I guess everything is good on the home front?"
I said, "Things are great." Then like and an idiot I told them about spying on Brenda at the party. I somehow thought that when I told them how Brenda never even looked at Parker and it was quite obvious that she had no interest in him that Bill and Andy would realized that Brenda was never going to have anything to do with Parker. Boy was I wrong.
Bill said, "That doesn't prove anything. It was a company party right? And you wife was with her friends. She couldn't very well flirt with Parker in front of her peers and then innocently sit down to dinner with you. That would cause all kinds of problems for her at work."
Andy added, "Just think of the gossip that would generate." That thought appealed to Andy.
Bill said, "The fact that your wife dreamed about this guy doesn't mean that there is anything going between them."
That was the first positive thing Bill had said and I told him I agreed with him. But them he continued, "The dream just means that she is sexually attracted to him. Because she loves you she would never approach Parker but watch out if he ever starts coming on to her."
I said, "God dam it! Brenda is not attracted to that asshole and it doesn't matter if he comes on to her or not, she would never have anything to do with him.
Bill said, "Take it easy Gary, we're just teasing you. You're probably right. But then again how will you ever know for sure?"
Andy cleared his throat and said, "Well you know, there is a way he could find out what would happen. I mean find out what would happen if Parker did hit on Brenda."
By this time we were on our fifth round of drinks and I was just drunk enough to seriously listen to Andy's idea when I should have just gone home. "How would I do that?"
Andy looked at Bill then back at me as though we were about to get involved in a conspiracy and spoke softly so no one else could hear. "All you have to do is make Parker think that Brenda has the hots for him. Unless he is my type he will go after her."
"What am I supposed to do, walk up to him and say 'My wife has the hots for you.'?" I responded sarcastically.
"No. You get someone else to tell him." Andy replied.
"I am not about to tell someone else to go tell this guy my wife is interested in him sexually. And besides you can't just walk up to the guy out of the blue and tell him that some woman has the hots for him." I couldn't believe I was even having this conversation. I knew I should go home but I was content to be one of the conspirators for a while.
Suddenly Andy broke into a big smile and said, "I've got it. Gary, you do it. You get to know him then tell him you heard that this lady named Brenda has the hots for him."
I said, "I can't do that. He would recognize me as Brenda's husband."
Then Andy laughed and said, "That's just it. He wouldn't recognize you. That is after my friend Stephen gets done with you. Stephen is a makeup artist and when he fixes you up your own mother wouldn't recognize you. That way you could talk to this guy and get his trust and then tell him you heard from someone that Brenda was very interested in him. That way you could monitor his progress as he tries to seduce your wife."
At that point I said, "You know that just might work. That is if I felt any need to try to get some guy to seduce my wife, which I don't. I'm going home. Luckily the bar we were at was within walking distance of my house because I was in no shape to drive.
When I got home Brenda took one look at me and said, "I hope you didn't drive home." I told her I didn't, and she said, "Go to bed." Which I did and I quickly fell asleep.
That night I had crazy dreams. Most I had trouble remembering a couple of hours after I woke up. In one that I did remember, Andy told me that he told Chris Parker that Brenda was in love with him. When I asked him why, he said, "So we can be together. You don't need Brenda. She can't take care of you like I can." Then I remember trying to stop Brenda from seeing Parker but I was too late. I saw her kissing him only in my dream she was kissing Bill, but he was Parker. I woke up around five AM and could not get back to sleep. My stomach burned and my head hurt and I couldn't get Andy's idea of disguising myself and telling Parker that Brenda was attracted to him out of my head. I guessed that it was because I was tired and hung over that the idea appealed to me. Somehow I knew it was a stupid idea but I couldn't get it out of my head.
I finally did fall asleep again and woke up at eight o'clock. I had to rush to shower and dress and I skipped breakfast to get to work on time. I own the business so it wouldn't be a big deal if I am late for work but I don't want to set that kind of example for my employees. So I got to work at nine o'clock and slipped out at ten to get some breakfast. While I sat by myself eating my country breakfast I thought over the conversations from the night before with Andy and Bill and the dreams I had. Somehow through all of this I arrived at the conclusion that maybe it would be a good idea to see if it could be feasible to give Parker a push in Brenda's direction. After all when she rejected him I would be a winner on more than one level. First, it would show me that Brenda was a true and faithful wife, second, it would be a slap in the face for Parker to be rejected and then I wouldn't have to look for a chance to be rude to him. Third, it would prove to Bill and Andy that I was right about Brenda all along. I knew that whatever I did I didn't want Bill and Andy to know anything about it till it was all over, so I couldn't ask for their help. I really didn't need there help anyway. I had my own connections that I could go to for help with a disguise and I wouldn't have to explain what I needed it for.
I started planning what I would need to do if I decided to go forward with this scheme. The more I thought about it the more excited I got by the idea of playing a game on everyone. Kind of like playing private detective. So, sitting there with my mouth full of eggs and toast I decided to have give my plan a try...
The first thing I had to do was find out how I could get close to Chris Parker. I would have to spend some time talking to him to get his confidence before I tried to plant the idea that Brenda liked him in his head. If I couldn't work that part our there was no point in going any farther with the scheme. So starting that night after work I sat in my car across the street from the building that Brenda and Parker worked in. When Parker came out I waited to see what kind of car he drove. When I saw him get into a 1999 Monte Carlo I was ready to follow him except that he turned in the opposite direction I was facing and I couldn't get turned around in time to follow him.
The next night I was there again, only this time I was ready to follow him in the direction he went the previous night. When I saw Parker get into his car I started my engine and was on his tail as soon as he pulled onto the street. I was getting a charge out of following him. It added a little excitement to my life. I followed Parker for about ten blocks then he pulled into a strip shopping center. I pulled in and parked where I could watch him. He got out of his car and went into a bar call The Rack Room.
I got out of my car and went over and peeked in the window. I couldn't see much except a couple of pool tables. I opened the door and took a quick look inside. Parker was just sitting down at the bar so I closed the door and went home. I followed Parker almost every night for the next two weeks and he stopped at that same bar almost every night. So now I knew where to find him.
The next step was to get a good disguise. For that I contacted a guy I knew who worked in the wardrobe and make up department of one of the studios. I had helped him out a couple of times so he owed me a favor. I called he and asked if he could help me with a disguise. Barry never asked me what I wanted it for he just asked if I could stop over around noon and he would see what he could put together for me.
By the time Barry was done I didn't recognize myself. I had light brown hair instead of my dark brown. He added a little fulness to my face with some fake skin and then added a beard and mustache to hid the fake skin. Then he made me an inch taller with lifts for my shoes. When I looked in the mirror I asked him how he did it and he just said, "Movie magic."
Then came the hard part. I had to learn to put this stuff on myself. Barry had me go through the process three times and then said I was ready to fool the world. I thanked Barry and headed back to my office. Barry never did ask me why I needed the disguise.
That evening after work I put on the wig and face hair and the lifts and went to a bar that Bill Jackson usually stopped at after work. When I walked in Bill was standing at the bar talking to an attractive woman. I walked over and stood directly in front to Bill and ordered a beer and as I turned to walk away from the bar I looked directly into Bill's face then I smiled and gave him a nod and walked away. I knew that he had no idea who I was. The next test would be Brenda. If I could fool her I could fool anyone.
On Saturday morning I told Brenda I had to go to my office to catch up on paper work. I did this because I knew that Brenda would be going grocery shopping later and I wanted to be ready for her. At my office I put on my disguise and drove back home and parked where Brenda wouldn't see me but I would see her when she headed out to the store. Luckily I didn't have to wait long. I gave Brenda a five minute head start then I headed to the Ralph's where Brenda does the shopping.
I found Brenda in the produce isle. I walked up in front of her and stopped to look at the fresh vegetables. Brenda had to get around me to get to the items she wanted so she looked directly at me and said, "Excuse me. Can I get by?"
I move out of the way and waved my hand as if to say "You may pass."
Brenda said, "Thank you," and went on about her business.
She didn't recognize me. It was time to start working on Parker.