Chapter 3

Joe was only partly correct. Someone was indeed paying attention and, in fact, had been monitoring him since his very first post. His name was Dale Henzl, a divorced 40-year old and lover of fresh amateur porn. He saw great potential with the beautiful, young female he had seen in Joe’s posts and decided to drop him a line. The next day, Joe read it shakily. The email was relatively innocuous - basically, “Hey, that’s a great looking woman you have there. Please post more.”

Still, it shook Joe up some.

The next day, Joe decided to look at his post again - revisiting the scene of the crime, as it were - and saw that a followup post had been left by someone. Sure enough, it was Dale, going on about what an incredibly beautiful woman she was. It didn’t bother him nearly as much this time. In fact, he found it kind of exciting that another guy found his wife to be attractive. He decided to drop Dale a line and politely say Thank You. Little did he know that this seemingly harmless exchange would be the start of a long-lasting communication between them.

Dale had seen it before, the shy withdrawn husband, getting his rocks off while posting pictures of his wife on the Internet. He knew that, with his encouragement, he could get more from Joe. It was only a question of “how much?” He began to lay on the praise heavily, literally, begging Joe for more pictures.

Joe felt very flattered and did what he could to comply. He managed to produce a few more photos from the Banana series. Dale went nuts, praising every aspect of the three pictures, at first.

Joe was really getting into this and found himself jacking off again, drunk with the power.

Then, via email, Dale made his first bold request. He asked Joe if he wouldn’t mind meeting him for an Instant Message chat. Joe agreed and, the next night, after Cathy went to bed, he found himself communicating directly with Dale.

Dale: Hey man, that chick of yours is absolutely awesome!

Joe: Thanks. I’m glad you like her.

Dale: Those pictures were so hot!

Joe: So, which ones did you like the most?

Dale: Well, let’s see. I liked all of them except for one thing.

Joe: What’s that?

Dale: That part where you blur out her face. The little I can make out, she looks really cute. Why did you DO that?

Joe: Geez, I don’t know. I guess I didn’t want everybody to know it was her. Just trying to be careful.

Dale: Well, I can see why you might be worried. With a fox like that for a wife, someone might want to steal her from you. :)

Joe hadn’t really ever considered that. He was just worried about keeping her anonymous. Deep inside, he was kind of tickled to think someone might want to “steal her” away. Still, he couldn’t think of much to say, except for a polite...

Joe: Thanks. I AM kind of attached to her.

Dale: Well, you’re a very lucky guy, my friend. I wish my wife was that sexy.

Joe: So, you’re married too. How long?

Dale: Divorced, two years. I was married six. How about you?

Joe: Five, so far. So what happened?

Dale: Well, everything fell apart after “the accident.” I’m in Construction. Damned beam got me right in the nuts.

Joe: Ouch! Bummer, man.

Dale: Yeah. Anyway, once we found out I couldn’t conceive children, things were never quite the same with the wife. She tried to hang in there with me. At the beginning, she was real supportive but, after a while, that “biological clock” thing just got to her. She started losing interest in sex and getting generally pissy with me. Eventually, we started fighting and she left.

From that moment, the two men began to bond. They exchanged stories and Joe poured his heart out to Dale, telling him about his own problems with Cathy over his low sperm count.

Dale saved every word that crossed his screen to a special folder on his hard drive entitled JoeAndCathy, for future reference. He pressed on, asking for more pictures of Cathy, or at least, for the chance to see some of the same one’s he had already seen but, this time, without the blurred face. To sweeten the deal, he offered to send Joe some pictures of his ex-wife wife, and did so, before Joe could ask, and before their IM chat was even finished. Joe was impressed by Dale’s ex, an older but still powerfully sexy looking woman.

Joe: Man, so that was your wife. Wow! That’s a good looking lady. Very sexy.

Dale: Thanks. But, like I said, that was taken before “the accident”. So, do you have any more to send to me?

Joe: Uh, gee. I don’t know. Let me see what I can come up with.

Dale decided to let him off the hook for now but begged him to think it over, promising that the photos would never go anywhere but to his own hard drive for future jack-off sessions. They then signed off for the night, agreeing to meet at the same time tomorrow.

Joe wrestled with the concept all night. Dale had been so nice and so supportive of him, particularly once he had confessed the problems he and Cathy had been having. And the pictures of Dale’s ex-wife - her name was Nancy, Joe remembered - were pretty hot, showing her stripping out of a sheer pink babydoll. He bet Dale had more shots of her to share with him. Her full breasts hung somewhat low but looked incredibly suckable. Joe wondered if there might be some way he could reciprocate without revealing too much of Cathy.