Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Coercion, Cheating, Safe Sex, Pregnancy, .
Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Fred's wife Kathy seems to have gotten involved in a scheme to trade sex for a business deal. How can Fred stop this from happening?
I sat up straight in bed and looked at the clock on the bedside table. It was 2:30 AM. The tee shirt I wore to bed was soaking wet, as it always was when I had the dream. I looked over at my wife and she was sound asleep. I was relieved that I hadn't awakened her. This time I must not have been ranting in my sleep.
I didn't know what triggered the dream but it was always the same. It was a dream clouded version of the memories of an event that took place more than two years ago. In the dream I was sitting at the desk in my study. Sitting on the desk in front of me was a half full bottle of scotch, an empty glass and a 38 revolver. I would pour myself a full glass of the scotch and drink it down in one large gulp. It would always register in my dream that I neither tasted nor felt the effects of the scotch as it went down. I would then pick up the gun and open the cylinder to make sure all six chambers contained a live cartridge.
Then I would say "It's fucking full, none missing. I want to fucking kill them. I want to kill all three of those fuckers. If I do it I will go to jail. No, I'll fucking kill myself. God damn them..."
The words were not always the same but the idea was. Thank God the dreams had become much less frequent. At first I had one every week and sometimes twice a week but now it was less than once in two months.
While I was dreaming it seemed so real, like it was really happening but the reality was that the dream bore very little resemblance to the actual event. There was a bottle of scotch involved but I was on the sofa in the living room. There was no 38 revolver. I don't own a gun. The threats to kill, I don't remember ever making that night. I got drunk, very drunk and fell asleep on the sofa. To make sense out of this I have to go back two years to begin the story.
As years go 2002 was a bad one. The problems started in January with my wife Kathy and me fighting with the city inspectors over the design of the new home we were planning to build. The inspector had repeatedly rejected our application for a building permit until I finally got an engineer to sign off on our blue prints saying that what we wanted to do was safe and meet all current building codes. Once we finally had the permit the fight began with our contractor to get him to stay on schedule and this lasted until we were able to move into the house in August. In addition to the problems getting our house built, Kathy and I were kept very busy in our chosen careers.
My name is Fred Alpin and March 6 of 2002 marked the sixth anniversary for Kathy and me. Outside of the problems we were having getting our house built things had been going very well for us. For my part I had been working for Independent Investigations Corporation (IIC) in Indianapolis for eight years. IIC is not a typical private detective agency. We provide investigative services to large insurance companies. Our job was to investigate insurance claims for fraud, retrieve stolen property or in any way possible mitigate our client's losses. For our services we were paid a percentage of the value of items we recovered or what we saved the insurance companies. I am a lead investigator, which allows me to pick the cases I want to work on and assign cases to others. I can tell you from my experience that this business is quite lucrative.
I was 30 years old and had just started to find some gray hairs in my otherwise thick head of dark brown hair. I have been described as confident. I have heard men described as handsome, sexy, hot, a hunk, or even a wasted suit but me? I'm confident, whatever the hell that means. I am not movie star handsome or freak show ugly. My facial features are pretty average except that my nose is a little crooked, it was broken in an amateur boxing match when I was in college, and I have very dark brown eyes. At six feet two inches tall and 185 pounds, I have a tall athletic body and I always stand erect and my facial expressions seldom give away what I am thinking.
Kathy was twenty-nine years old and at five feet eight inches she was the sexiest woman I knew. Her dark brown hair with red highlights hung in long curls to her shoulders. Her eyes were blue with tiny specs of green in the irises. At 125 pounds Kathy was slim but very well proportioned. Her breasts where of average size but they were firm and beautifully shaped. Kathy had the legs of a dancer, nicely shaped calves and firm thighs with soft smooth skin. My favorite feature was her buttocks. Kathy had two wonderfully rounded globes that made her look sexy in anything she wore. When she would clench her gluteus muscles I would tell her that her butt was so hard I could drive nails with it.
Kathy had been the manager of the accounting department at DC&H for two years and had twenty accountants reporting to her. DC&H were specialists in mergers and acquisitions and had been having a good run over the last couple of years, which meant that Kathy had received some nice year end bonuses but early in 2002 there had been some problems at the DC&H offices in Indianapolis.
In February the manager of the Indianapolis office was fired and was replaced by Greg Bartlett. Greg was about five feet five inches tall, at least twenty pounds over weight and nearly bald. The hair that remained formed a horseshoe around his head. Kathy said that Bartlett was a good manager and I when I met him I found him to be likable.
At the same time Bartlett came to Indianapolis, DC&H transferred one of their vice presidents to the office. Kathy said that the company decided that it was a good idea to spread their VPs around to different cities so that they could visit customers and help close big deals. The VP's name was Jack Hanson and he had moved to Indianapolis from New York. Hanson was about forty-five years old, six feet tall, with graying hair. He was in good physical condition and obviously worked out regularly.
When I met him he was friendly but he struck me as someone with a roving eye. I noticed the way he looked at any woman that passed by as though he was considering if he wanted to bed them. He was married but I doubted if that would even slow him down. I had met many men like him before and I didn't like them either. Kathy seemed to think he was great and she said everyone else at DC&H did too. She talked about him all the time, telling me about all the great ideas he had for driving new business, which in the long run would mean more money for her.
Construction of our new house was on schedule by summer and the turmoil caused by the management changes at DC&H had settled down. According to Kathy business was picking up thanks to Mr. Hanson.
We moved into our new house just outside of Indianapolis on the second week of August and we loved it The day we moved in I jokingly told Kathy that I wanted to make love to her at least once in every room in the house. Kathy looked around at all of the boxes waiting to be unpacked and then took me by the hand and led me into the kitchen.
"Let's get the kitchen out of the way right now," Katy said.
Kathy pulled her shorts and panties down and turned away from me to lean over the dinette table.
I had only been joking but the erection I suddenly had was serious. I dropped to my knees behind Kathy and started licking her pussy and then pushing my tongue inside her. As soon as she was wet enough I stood up and guided my cock into her pussy. The fact that I had not been aroused or even thinking about sex until just moments before I penetrated her allowed me to last longer than usual. Kathy had one good orgasm before I climaxed leaving me a bit rubber legged.
My deflating cock dropped from Kathy's pussy followed by a large glob of semen that fell to the floor. Kathy put her hand between her legs to keep more of my semen from dripping onto the floor and headed off to the bathroom to clean herself up. As she left the room Kathy called back to me, "We'll do the bedroom tonight and the living room tomorrow. Now get back to work."
We did do the bedroom that night but didn't get to the other rooms. Between our jobs and trying to get our new house settled we didn't have the time or energy to take our sex outside of our bedroom but we did stay in touch, so to speak, in our bedroom. It just seemed that the only time we were able to be together was when we got into bed at night. One night when we were in bed making love I began to discuss starting a family. We had had the discussion before and Kathy had said that she wanted to start in the fall so that we would have a summer baby.
"I think it's time you get off your birth control pills and we get you pregnant," I said.
"I think we should wait a little longer," she said. "Jack suggested I should wait till next year. He told me that I am in line for a promotion and it might happen by the end of the year. I want to wait till I get the promotion."
"Yes. Jack Hanson."
"Since when are you on a first name basis with corporate vice presidents?" I asked.
"We are pretty informal around the office," she responded.
"Why would you discuss our plans for starting a family with him?"
I was a bit irate about her discussing our personal matters with this guy.
"He asked me if we were planning on having children so I told him we had planned to start this fall. That's when he suggested that I wait till next year."
I wasn't happy about that but I agreed to wait till January.
Toward the end of the year Kathy and I were both working long hours and we were not spending enough time together. We tried to make our weekends special and that helped but our work even began to encroach on our weekends.
DC&H was trying to win a contract for a large merger opportunity and had Kathy's accounting department tied up working that opportunity. As for me, I was running three investigations that I needed to close out before the end of the year.
On the last weekend in November Kathy and I both managed to be off at the same time and we went out and did our Christmas shopping. At dinner that evening Kathy told me she had some good news.
"It looks like we will close a deal with National Pharmaceutical to handle their merger with Keystone Pharmaceutical by December 20," she said. "That means I should get my promotion this year."
"Really? That's terrific. Then we can start working to get you pregnant. Why don't we start tonight?"
"Can't start tonight, I am still on the pill. Besides, I want to wait a few more months so that I get settled into my new job before taking off for maternity leave," she said, "and don't you dare tell anyone that I told you this. I could get into a lot of trouble if this got out and it would probably kill the deal with National."
I was disappointed that Kathy wanted to put off starting a family again but I understood her reason.
"You know I won't tell anyone," I said. "Should I run out Monday and buy stock in National Pharmaceutical?"
"Hell no," she said. "That's insider trading. If you do that we could all go to jail."
"I was just joking. I know we can't do anything like that. You can count on my discretion," I said.
"I know," she said. "I am just nervous about this one. We are so close I don't want anything to go wrong."
December is the time for company Christmas parties and our companies are no exceptions. IIC's party was on Friday, December 6. The party was pretty tame as these things go. There were forty-three people in attendance counting employees, spouses and significant others. We had drinks and appetizers and then dinner. After dinner there were more drinks, music and dancing.
I think the main reason our party wasn't all that raucous is that most of the employees of IIC are investigators and as such we spend most of out time in the Field. The employees just don't work all that closely together so we don't know each other all that well. I have one close friend at IIC. His name if Bill Ripley and we have worked together on several cases over the years. As for the rest of the team, I know who they are but I couldn't tell you their spouse's name or how many children they have. We are just not a close knit group, unlike Kathy's crew at DC&H.
Kathy and I sat with Bill and his wife Susan and had a good time in spite of the low key party going on around us. We partied until midnight and then Kathy and I went home. When we got into the house I led Kathy up to our bedroom. Once there I pulled her to me and kissed her and then while holding each other I began to kiss and nuzzle her neck, which drives her crazy. As I did this I couldn't help inhaling her wonderful scent. I ran my hands down her back to the soft mounds of her ass and squeezed them. I always thought that Kathy's ass was one of her best physical attributes. I often would watch Kathy when she was dressing or undressing or taking a shower just to watch her beautiful ass. I could easily get erect just looking at her naked backside.
Next I began working the back of Kathy's dress up until it was bunched above the elastic waist of her panties. I slipped my hands inside her panties and started to press my fingers into the valley between her cheeks. Kathy responds to this by clenching her muscles making the globes of her beautiful ass as hard as rock and preventing me from probing any deeper into her crevice.
"Relax," I said. "You almost broke my fingers with your butt muscles."
"Serves you right," she said. "You know I am very sensitive there. I am not comfortable being touched there and I automatically tighten up when you try to put your fingers in there."
That was true. Kathy liked me to squeeze and massage her ass but anytime I had ever tried to slip a finger up between her cheeks she would tighten up so I went back to massaging her ass. Kathy began to respond to the attention I was giving to her bottom by pushing her hips forward pressing herself hard against me. With that encouragement I began to reach under the front of her dress and move my hand up between her legs and toward her pussy but Kathy stopped me.
"Wait, I want to show you what you are doing to me," she said.
Standing in front of me Kathy unzipped her dress and let it slide off her shoulders. As the dress slid down her body it revealed the sexy black bra and panty set and the black thigh high stockings I helped Kathy pick out at Victoria's Secret. Kathy let the dress drop to the floor and then she asked me to get on my knees. I looked at her standing there in her sexy underwear and her high heels. I don't think I had ever seen her looking any hotter than she did at that moment. I got down on my knees as she had instructed and Kathy moved closer to me so that her panties were almost pressed against my face.
"I want to show you just how horny I am right now, she said.
Kathy pulled the crotch of her panties aside.
"I want you to put your tongue in my cunt and see how hot and juicy it is right now."
I had never heard her say 'cunt' before, and the way she said it almost made me cum in my pants. I managed to control myself and do as she asked. Kathy was right. Her pussy was as wet as it had ever been during foreplay. I was about to push my tongue in deeper and savor her juices when she pushed my head away.
"That's enough for now," she said. "I just wanted to give you an idea of how horny you have made me."
Kathy asked me to get up and then she helped me get undressed. She had me lie down on the bed and she climbed on after me. Kathy took my swollen cock into her mouth and just about swallowed the whole thing. Kathy is good at oral sex but she usually doesn't initiate it. I usually have to direct her toward my cock then she'll do it but not all of the time.
Kathy's hot talk and aggressive behavior was more than I could handle. She had me so excited even before she started sucking my cock that it was impossible for me to hold off for very long. I was amazed that I was able to last five minutes before I began to climax. Kathy doesn't usually let me cum in her mouth and when she does she spits it out immediately afterward but this time was different. This time she swallowed my whole load.
When she had me completely drained Kathy let my cock slip from her mouth then she kissed me. This was the first time I had ever actually tasted semen and while I didn't care for the idea the taste didn't bother me all that much so I passionately returned Kathy's kiss.
"Do you want to eat my juicy cunt now?" She asked. "You like it when I say cunt don't you. I'll bet that when you suck my cunt your cock will get hard again then you can fuck me and shoot your hot cream inside my cunt. You would like that wouldn't you?"
"Oh yeah," was all I could manage to say.
I couldn't believe the way she was talking to me but she was right, I did like it. Kathy lay down with her head on her pillow and I crawled between her legs and began kissing the soft exposed skin above the top of her stockings. I kissed my way up to the exact center between her legs and gave her pussy a little kiss before moving up and burying my nose in her soft dark brown pubic hair.
I loved Kathy's bush and she knew that I did so she only trimmed it enough so that it didn't stick out the sides of bikini panties. Kathy always washed her pubic hair with shampoo and rinsed it with a conditioner. On nights when she knew we would be having sex she would rub in a tiny drop of her cologne. I loved the combination of these scents with her natural scent. Her scent alone was enough to revive my erection. After a few moments spent enjoying Kathy's heady aroma, I began giving her beautiful juicy pussy a tongue bath. It seemed as though Kathy began an orgasm as soon as my tongue touched her labia and she didn't stop until ten minutes later when my cock was hard enough to penetrate her. I turned around on the bed and got my cock between the hot wet lips of her vagina and pushed myself inside her. Because I had already cum once I was able to last quite a while before I had another climax and in the mean time I was able to penetrate Kathy in many different positions and I think she had an orgasm in each one. I couldn't remember Kathy ever being quite so horny.
I finally climaxed and rolled off Kathy onto my back and she immediately went to work sucking my cock again. She had never done that before so I was very surprised. I had been sure that I was done for the night but Kathy's mouth was able to bring my worn out member back to life.
I fully recovered my erection after a few minutes and then we began to make love slowly. As we moved together we began talking about our plans for a family. We were in agreement that we wanted two kids and that they should be two years apart. Kathy said she would get off her birth control pills in February, which hopefully would give us a baby the following November. Kathy said that if she got the promotion she expected a November birth would work for her. I wasn't happy having to wait that long but then I wasn't the one who had to go through the pregnancy.
It was kind of strange but nice to lay there stroking my stiff member into Kathy while we talked about what we would like to name our baby. I loved Kathy with all my heart, which made that night very special to me.
That Saturday, things began to change in a disturbing way. I had to go into my office for a half day and when I got home Kathy was sitting in the family room staring out the window. She didn't look at me as I came in and when I spoke to her she jumped as though she hadn't even realized I was there. It was obvious that something was on her mind and it was bothering her a great deal. I wanted to ask her about it but I gave her time and let her decide when she was ready to talk to me.
I waited until after dinner to press her for an explanation for her depressed mood. Early in our marriage Kathy and I had made a deal. Whoever cooked could go relax after the meal while the other did the dishes and cleaned the kitchen. That night Kathy cooked dinner so I loaded the dishwasher and cleaned the kitchen, I think we both preferred cooking to cleaning, at least I know I did. When I was finished in the kitchen I joined Kathy in the family room. Kathy and I had always been open with each other and communicated well so I waited for her to tell me what was on her mind. When it became apparent to me that she was not going to talk about it I opened the conversation.
"Kathy, what's going on? It is obvious that something is bothering you," I said. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
Kathy looked at me with sad eyes.
"There is a problem with the National Pharmaceutical deal," she said. "It turns out that National Pharmaceutical's president, Mr. Benson, is making some unrealistic demands and if we don't give him what he wants it could cost us the deal. If we don't get this contract it will ruin everything."
"It won't ruin everything. What ever happens we have each other. Don't worry so much. What's the worst that could happen?" I asked.
"You don't understand," she said. "If this deal falls apart it will be because of me. If that happens I could lose my job."
"How can it be your fault if the deal falls through?" I asked. "You're not in sales."
"I can't tell you anything more. I can't talk to anyone outside of DC&H about this. The only thing I can say is that I didn't do anything wrong."
"I don't understand," I said. "If you did nothing wrong how can it be your fault?"
"I told you I can't talk about this with you," she said. "I could lose my job for telling you as much as I already have. You'll just have to let me work through this myself."
I wanted to say more but I could tell by the look on her face that the discussion was over.
On Sunday I hoped that Kathy would be in a better mood but she seemed to be even more depressed. She wouldn't even look at me and any conversation of more that three or four words was just not going to happen.
Monday morning I got up early and fixed breakfast but Kathy didn't eat any of hers. She drank her coffee and went to take a shower. I busied myself shoveling the snow that had fallen overnight from the driveway. When I came back into the house Kathy was getting ready to leave for work.
"It's only 6:30, why are you leaving so early?" I asked.
" I have to get ready for some important meetings," she said.
Kathy gave me a brief kiss as she passed me on the way out to the garage.
Monday morning is trash day in our neighborhood so I had to empty all of the waste baskets and take the trash out to the curb. I brought the waste baskets from the second floor down to the kitchen to empty them into a trash bag. When I dumped the waste basket from our bathroom into the trash bag something fell out and disappeared from sight. I tried to find the object for a couple of minutes and gave up. I took the trash out and put it into our large plastic trash can and then rolled that down to the street.
When I came back into the house I took another quick look around the kitchen to see if I could find the object that had fallen from the waste basket. I didn't see anything right away so I went off to take my shower and get ready for work.
Kathy's depression didn't seem to have changed so on Monday evening I tried to broach the subject again.
"Have things gotten any better at work?" I asked.
"You know I can't talk to you about this," she said. "I am under a lot of pressure but I will get through it."
On Wednesday Kathy started to come out of her funk. When I came into the house that evening she greeted me with a kiss and told me she loved me, which she hadn't done since Friday night. I could see that she wasn't completely back to normal. There was no smile but she didn't have that far away look anymore and she didn't seem so preoccupied.
"Can you talk about what is going on now or is that conversation still off limits to me?" I said.
"I am not supposed to talk to you about this but it looks like we have found a way to make Mr. Benson happy," she said. "Jack said that it looks like things should turn out all right after all."
I could hear some relief in her voice, or was it resolve? She didn't smile when she told me this so I knew she was still under a lot of stress but hopefully this would all be over soon. I don't know why but it always bothered me when Kathy called Hanson by his first name. She had told me that it was because things were kept kind of informal around their office but she always referred to Greg Bartlett as Mr. Bartlett and Greg was the office manager and Hanson was a VP. I guess I just didn't understand.
That night in bed Kathy wanted me to hold her but she didn't want to make love. I was beginning to feel the strain of the problems that Kathy was dealing with.
I held Kathy until she fell asleep and then I rolled over to my side of the bed and tried to sleep but couldn't. After twenty minutes of tossing around in bed I got up and went down to the kitchen for a drink. I stood at the island counter in our kitchen drinking my water and looking at our mail for the second time that day. When nothing caught my interest I spotted Kathy's briefcase sitting on the chair in front of the counter. I had never invaded Kathy's privacy before but for some reason that night I decided to look inside her briefcase. Kathy hadn't locked the case so I set it on the counter top and opened it. There were a lot of papers inside that didn't hold any answers for me. I took Kathy's day planner out and opened it. I looked through her calendars and notes. On Monday Kathy had two meetings with Mr. Bartlett. The second meeting also included Mr. Hanson. On Tuesday she had another meeting with Hanson and on Wednesday she met with Hanson and Mr. Benson, the president of National Pharmaceutical.
I was beginning to see why Kathy was feeling a lot of pressure but I didn't understand why she would be meeting with the customer. She was in accounting. She had never been part of a negotiating team on any previous deals. I wondered if this meant that Kathy was going to be moving out of accounting and into sales when she got her promotion.
Kathy's planner showed a couple more meetings scheduled with Bartlett and another meeting with Hanson on the morning of December 20. Also on the twentieth Kathy had written in '10:00 PM' followed by a question mark. The only thing I found in her planner that was unusual was on her 'Month at a Glance' calendar for December. There were some notations that didn't make sense to me. On December 6 Kathy had written, "Started." Then each day after that was numbered one through fourteen. The number fourteen was on Friday, December 20. That date was circled and underlined. I wondered if that had something to do with the meeting scheduled with Hanson that day or was it because that was the day of DC&H's Christmas party. Maybe it was circled because that was the day they expected to get Mr. Benson to sign the contract. I was still puzzled as to why she had numbered the days from December 6 to December 20 from one to fourteen. I knew I was going to have to think about that one for a while. I put Kathy's day planner back in the briefcase and closed it. When I headed back up to bed the briefcase was back on the chair where I had found it.
Over the next several days Kathy's mood continued to improve but she remained a little distant around me. In the eight years I had worked as an investigator I had learned a lot about how to get answers to questions without appearing to interrogate the person. By putting together bits and pieces of things I got Kathy to tell me I was able to determine that the twentieth seemed to be the critical date. If Mr. Benson was going to sign a contract with DC&H it would happen that day.
On Friday, December 13 I had managed to close one to the three cases I was working on and I was close to closing another. That night I stopped after work to have a beer with Bill Ripley, to celebrate closing. We had a couple of beers and talked about the case and then I decided to talk to Bill about what I had found in Kathy's day planner without telling him whose planner it was. I told him it was from a case I was working on and explained about the days that were numbered one through fourteen and that the twentieth was circled and underlined.
Bill looked and me and said, "Sorry, buddy but I can't help you. It doesn't ring any bells with me. You said the planner belonged to a woman, right?"
"Then I suggest you talk to Mary Farrell," Bill said. "You might need a female perspective to crack this one."
Bill was right. A woman's perspective was probably what I needed. Mary Farrell was one the best investigators at IIC and she was one of only three females in the company. I dropped the subject so that Bill wouldn't begin to think I was obsessed with this case and start wondering why. We had a couple more beers and just talked. In the course of the conversation I told Bill about my dream to someday to start my own investigative agency.
"If you ever do let me know," Bill said. "I'll come to work for you but you'll have to pay me better than IIC."
Bill was laughing as he said that.
"Pay you more! Hell you're already over paid." I said.
"I am serious," Bill said, "if you ever do decide to go out on your own come talk to me."
"It will probably never happen," I said, "but if I ever do start my own agency you will be the first person I talk to."
We chatted for a while longer and then I went home.
It was another frustrating weekend. Kathy was attentive to me and affectionate but somehow we managed to get through the weekend without having sex. Kathy and I had not made love for more than a week and it was beginning to disturb me. Not just because I had been cut off but also because I didn't understand why.
Monday morning I told Kathy that I was probably going to have to work late every night to try and wrap up the two cases I was working on.
"You can't work late Friday," she said. "You have to be home in time to get ready for the party."
"What time do we have to be there?" I asked.
"The party starts at eight o'clock. I want to be there no later than 8:30," Kathy replied. "So you need to be home by seven o'clock to get ready."
"Okay, I'll be home by seven."
I was frustrated and by midweek I was beginning to get angry with Kathy. I had closed my second case Tuesday and I took Kathy out to dinner to celebrate but afterward she told me she didn't feel well and once again we did not have sex and she put me off again on Wednesday night.
It took all of my patience to not blow up at her. I knew she was going through a lot at work but there was a limit to how long I was willing to wait. I managed to convince myself that everything would be resolved after Friday. Kathy will know about the National Pharmaceutical deal and she should also know if she was going to get her promotion so I was prepared to be patient, at least until Friday.
Thursday I had all but closed my last case. I would have one chance at a quick resolution of the case on Friday morning but if that didn't work it would take the rest of the day. The problem was that if I didn't catch a break in the morning it was going to be very difficult to get everything done and be home by seven o'clock like I promised Kathy. That evening at dinner I told Kathy that I was going to have a hard time getting home by seven and she started to get angry.
"You promised, "she said.
"I know, "I said, "and I am sorry but I am so close I just have to close this tomorrow."
I could see her anger building.
"Kathy, you don't have to wait for me. If I am not here on time, go without me." I said. "I'll get there as soon as I can. I should be able to make it by nine o'clock."
"I don't want to go without you," she said. "I guess nine o'clock will be all right. It's just that... Well, I just can't be any later than that."
"I'll do the best I can to get home by 7:30. If I am not here in time I'll meet you at the party."
Kathy didn't say anymore about it.
Friday morning I got the break I needed in my case. I had been assigned to recover some stolen jewelry from a home break in. The merchandise was insured for over a million dollars. The perpetrator had contacted the insurance company and offered to sell back the stolen jewelry for $250,000, saving the insurance company $750,000. The insurance company agreed to pay the quarter million dollars and asked IIC to handle the transaction. It had taken me a while to gain the confidence of the perpetrator so that I could set up a meet to make the transfer of the money for the jewels. Once I set up a meeting I was going to have to go to the insurance company's office and get the money for the exchange. The paper work involved to get that much money takes a lot of time.
Luckily, I had been able to identify the thief and managed to follow him to a coffee shop Friday morning. Then I called his cell phone to arrange to meet him that afternoon to make the exchange. After the call I followed him to an old garage on the west side of town. I watched him from across the street as he went into the garage and opened the trunk of an old car. He didn't take anything out of the car. He just closed the trunk again and left. Before leaving the garage he looked around to see if anyone was watching but he didn't see me.
As soon as he left I ran across the street to the garage. The door was locked with a small pad lock, which was no match for my tire iron. Within five minutes I had the trunk of the old car opened and found a small canvas bag in the trunk. Inside the bag I found all of the stolen jewelry. I closed up the garage door as I left and taped a note to the broken pad lock which read, "Better luck next time."
When I got back to my office I contacted the insurance company and told them I had the stolen jewels and arranged for someone to come pick them up. I was feeling pretty pleased with myself. I had managed to keep a thief from profiting from his crime, I had saved the insurance company a lot of money and I had earned a nice fee for my company. The best part was that the victims got their jewelry back. It was a pretty good day's work I thought.
As I came out of my office I saw Mary Farrell talking to another investigator. I waited until she finished her conversation and then I walked over to her and invited her to have lunch with me. Mary started at IIC four years earlier and I had known her most of that time. At almost 6 feet tall with short blond hair and piercing green eyes Mary is both attractive and intimidating which is one of the reasons she is so good at her job.
"Are you buying, Fred?" She asked.
"I'll pay if you can help me with something I am working on," I said.
"Okay, you're on."
Mary and I walked across the street to a little sandwich shop and I bought us a couple of pastrami sandwiches and two sodas to go with them.
"Must not be that big of a case if this is all you are willing to spend to get information," Mary said as we found a table.
I always liked Mary's sense of humor.
As we ate I told her about the notations on Kathy's 'Month at a Glance' calendar without giving away whom I was investigating.
"I showed this to Bill Ripley and he suggested that because it was a woman's calendar I should ask a woman to explain it." I said. "Does this have any meaning to you?"
Mary was silent for a long time. She has almost finished her sandwich when she began smile.
"What are you smilinng about?" I asked.
"The numbers, she said. "It took me a while but I think I know what that's about. You said that on the sixth she wrote 'started, ' and that after that the days were numbered from one to fourteen and December twentieth was number fourteen, is that right?"
"That's right," I said, "and the twentieth was circled and underlined."
"I believed that she wrote 'started' on the sixth because that was when her last period started and then she counted the fourteen days until the day she would probably be most fertile, which means today is her most fertile day," Mary said. "This woman is tracking her cycle because she is trying to get pregnant. Does that make sense to your case?"
I was stunned. Not only because Mary figured that out so easily but because it had never occurred to me.
"I'm not sure but it might make sense in the context of this case," I said. "Thanks for the help."
"I guess for the little bit of help I gave you a pastrami sandwich was a fair payment after all," Mary said.
After we finished our lunch Mary and I went back over to the office and I spent the rest of the day catching up on paper work and wondering why Kathy would be tracking her menstrual cycle. I couldn't remember when she had her last period. I never kept track of her cycles. I was always surprised when she would tell me that "The small craft warnings are up," when I tried to initiate sex during her period. Another thing that puzzled me was that Kathy wasn't planning on getting off her birth control pills at least until February so why would she be tracking her cycle. Could she be tracking this for someone else?
I was starting to get a tight feeling in my gut. I was picking up little bits of information that weren't making sense to me yet but I had a sense that I needed to get some answers soon.
One thing I have learned from my training and my experience is to be patient and wait till all the facts are in before you jump to any conclusions. If you act too quickly the consequences could be dire. I have always been a patient person so I was able to easily adopt that principle. I think that is probably why I have been so successful in this business. It would be difficult for me but this was definitely a time for patience.
By five o'clock I had finished up my work and was ready to head home. By the time I got to my car it was already dark and it looked as though it would start to snow at any time. As I drove home through rush hour traffic I was feeling pretty good about myself. I had cleared three big cases off the books, got an answer to one of my questions about Kathy's day planner and I was going to be home in plenty of time to take Kathy to her party, which I hoped would relieve some of her stress.
I arrived home at about 5:30 PM and parked my car in the driveway. I didn't think it made any sense to put it in the garage if we were going back out again in a little while. I walked down to the street to get the mail and then walked up to the front door. I hadn't looked into the garage so I didn't know if Kathy was home yet or not.
I stepped up on the front porch and as I was about to unlock the door when I noticed the front hall light was on. I peeked in the small window next to the door to see if Kathy was in sight but she wasn't, at least not immediately. I started to move back to unlock the door when I saw movement at the top of the stairs. Kathy she was coming down the stairs and I was shocked to see that she was completely naked. She was carrying something in her hands but I couldn't see what it was at first. I leaned back from the window a bit because I didn't want Kathy to see a face in the window and have the crap scared out of her. When she reached the bottom step I could see that she was carrying a towel in one hand and a can of shaving cream in the other. That puzzled me. What was she doing with the shaving cream? When she stepped off the bottom step Kathy turned to the right and walked into the living room and stopped next to a wing chair that was just a few feet inside the room.
Kathy just stood there as if she had forgotten why she went in there in the first place. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She looked so beautiful standing there. Her long dark brown hair hanging in long curls over her shoulders, her strong but slender back tapering to where it joined her heart shaped buttocks and her beautiful legs.
I could feel myself becoming erect as I stared at my sexy wife. I didn't want to move from that spot but I was afraid that she would turn around and see me peering through the window. I knew that if I tried to open the door with her standing so close by that it would scare the hell out of her. I decided to go back and come in through the garage. At least then she would hear the garage door opening and would know I was home.
I knew that I should move but I could not resist enjoying the view for two more minutes. In those two minutes my world changed. I watched what was happening and then dashed to my car. I opened the car door and pushed the button for the garage door opener. The door took about fifteen seconds to open and then I pulled the car into the garage. As I walked up the steps to the kitchen door I hit the button to close the garage door and waited for it to close before opening the door into the kitchen. I figured that should have given Kathy enough warning that I was home.
As I stepped into the kitchen I was sure I heard a door close somewhere else in the house. I walked through the kitchen and into the dinning and then the living room. There was no sign of Kathy.
"Kathy, I'm home," I yelled as I started up the stairs.
As I walked into our bedroom I called Kathy again and this time she answered.
"You're home early. That's great. I'm in the bathroom getting ready. Why don't you use the shower in the guest bathroom?" Kathy said.
"I'm busy in here," she said.
I pretended that I didn't hear that and just walked in on her.
"What did you say?" I asked.
Kathy was sitting on the side of the bathtub and when I came in she quickly tried to cover herself but not fast enough.
"I told you I was busy in here, get out."
"What are you doing?" I asked.
Kathy gave me a nervous look and then let her hand drop away exposing what I had already seen. Her pubic hair was covered with shaving cream. She had been just ready to start shaving when I walked into the bathroom.
"It was supposed to be a surprise," she said.
"For who?" I asked.
"For you of course. I wanted to surprise you when we got home from the party tonight," she said.
"Did I ever tell you I wanted you to shave your pussy?" I asked.
"No, but I thought that..."
"I don't ever remember you telling me that you wanted to shave yourself," I said.
"I know I never mentioned it but..."
"Where did you ever get the idea that I wanted you to shave it? Most certainly not from me," I said.
Kathy was struggling to come up with an answer and I was getting more angry by the second.
"I just thought it would be something different. A lot of girls are doing this now and I thought you might like it," Kathy said.
"Shouldn't we have discussed this first to at least see how I felt about it?" I asked.
"Maybe but after all, it's not that big of a deal and it is my body and if I want to shave off my pussy hair that's my decision. If we don't like it, it will grow back."
She did have a point but I wasn't giving in because there was more going on than what appeared at the surface.
"Don't shave it now," I said. "We can discuss it later and if it's is that important to you, you can shave it tomorrow."
The look on Kathy's face was more than just anger, there was also fear. I could understand the anger, that was directed at me, but I couldn't understand the fear.
"I am ready to do it now so why should I have to wait?" She said.
"Because your husband is asking you to wait," I said. "I don't like bald pussies. I don't want to feel like I am having sex with a child when we make love. Why is it so important that you have to do it now?"
"I was all set to do it and I want to do it now. It's my hair and if I want to shave it off I will shave it off," she said.
"Okay then, go ahead and shave but if you do you will have to go to the party alone." I said and turned to walk out of the bathroom.
"Why are you being so unfair? It's just something I want to do so why do you have to make a big deal out if it?" Kathy asked.
"I am making a big deal out of this because I don't think you're telling me the truth about why you want to shave your pussy," I said. "You know I like your hair so I know you weren't thinking of me when you decided to shave yourself. If you can't tell me the truth then I will not discuss this any further. You can leave it alone and we will go to the party or you can shave it and go to the party by yourself. It's your choice."
Kathy gave me a sullen look. She put the razor down and climbed into the shower. I showered after Kathy and then lounged around in my bathrobe and drank a beer while Kathy was putting on her make up. Kathy didn't speak to me the whole time we were getting ready to go. I knew that she was pissed at me so I didn't try to start any conversations as that would only increase my own anger. I just tried to watch her surreptitiously as she got dressed. I saw her put on black thong panties and a black bra that just barely covered the lower half of her breasts. This ensured two things, first that there would be no panty lines apparent in her dress. Second, her nipples would be very apparent in her dress.
As angry as Kathy was with me I would have been very surprised if she was dressing that sexy for me, unless it was to make me jealous. I wondered if not me then for whom?
Next Kathy sat on the edge of the bed and put on a pair of black thigh high stockings. As she was rolling her stockings up her legs I wondered if she was aware that I was watching her. Kathy didn't seem to acknowledge my presence in the bedroom. When she had both stockings pulled up, she got off the bed and walked to her closet. Even with everything that was running through my head I still got an erection as I watched Kathy walking away from me. She disappeared into her closet and came out a minute later with her black cocktail dress already halfway on. She walked into the bathroom as she pulled the dress the rest of the way down. Then she sat in front of the mirror and fixed her hair.
When Kathy came out of the bathroom and stood in front of me I could feel my anger melting, but I couldn't allow that. I was going to need it to stay strong because I still didn't know what lay ahead of me that night.
At 7:30 I asked Kathy if she was ready to go.
"I'm ready," she said.
"You look really hot," I said. "You are going to melt someone's heart tonight."
Kathy turned to go out the door and said, "Yours, I hope."
I wondered if she meant to melt my heart or break it.
We drove the first fifteen minutes in silence before Kathy finally spoke.
"I am sorry about the shaving thing," Kathy said. "I just thought it was a good idea at the time and I am so nervous about tonight that I guess I just kind of snapped when you gave me a hard time about it."
"No problem," I said. "We can discuss that over the weekend but let's just try to have some fun tonight."
I was trying to lighten the mood a little.
The party was being catered at the company's offices in a large classroom on the first floor. As soon as Kathy and I walked in and checked our coats Hanson came over and said hello. Then he took Kathy aside for a minute. I thought that I could feel my blood pressure building as I watched them carefully to see if I could pick up on anything they were talking about. Kathy had nodded her head yes a couple of times and then she shook her head no and Hanson seemed to get upset and Kathy got more animated. It looked as though their conversation ended when Hanson started to walk away from Kathy but then spun around and came back but now he was smiling. It looked like he was suggesting something to her and I could tell she wasn't happy about it but she nodded her head yes and then Hanson left.