Chapter 3

Brooke greeted him as if he were returning as a conquering hero even though he had called her the night before and told her that he didn't get the job. He tossed his bag in the back seat of the Blazer and she drove home. On the way he said, "I met a very interesting guy at the bar in the hotel last night."

"Really," she smiled at him, looked back at the road and then said, "what was so interesting about him?"

"You might say, in some ways, he was a kindred spirit. He hadn't lost his job, but he and his wife... they live in Boise by the way... started a business out of their home. They've been at it for over a year and it's quite successful."

"What kind of a business?" She asked with real interest.

"An Internet business."

"That's fascinating." Then, she frowned and said, "I thought you told me that most of the Internet businesses hadn't done very well."

"Theirs seems to be doing very well. His name is Ray. They're about our age and have been married nearly as long as we have. No kids, though."

"Tell me more."

"Ray and I went to dinner and we talked about what they were doing. He thought we could do the same. He had to develop relationships with companies that maintained his site, billed for his services and allowed him to link with other related sites." He took a deep breath and said, "Anyway... anyway I worked out a deal with him for a modest, fair percentage of year one and year two revenues." She didn't say anything but seemed to be listening intently so he continued. "We can work out of our home most of the time." Then, to set the hook, knowing how much she liked to travel, he said, "once a month we would have to fly to Seattle, San Francisco, Los Angles, Las Vegas, really any large city. I'm sure that they're making much more than I've ever made."

"Oh honey. That sounds great. I'd love for us to get away a few times a year. You know how I get when we travel," she reminded him with a mischievous look.

Oh shit, thought Scott. If his plans were successfully implemented, then the way Brooke had gotten when they traveled in the past--extremely hot and horny--would pale when compared with what would be expected of her on these trips.

"So tell me. What is this business all about? Do you think it's something we can do?"

"I know we can do it. The question is, will we do it?"

"You've lost me, honey. If we can do it, make a lot of money, travel and do it all from our home, then why on earth wouldn't we just do it?"

"Their site is an adult site, Brooke."

"Oh, you mean like a porn site?"

"Yeah, that's exactly what I mean, a porn site."

"That is a problem," she said. Then after being lost in thought for a minute, or so, and just as they were pulling in the driveway she said, cheerily, "I don't see why that would be a problem. I guess it would be like... oh just getting photos and stories and posting them on the site and then people would pay to see them, is that about right?"

"Yeah, that's about right. It's getting the photos and videos that's the challenge. Look, baby, let's go in the house and peek at Ray's site. I think that will answer a lot of your questions."

Scott put away the clothes that were in his bag and changed out of the clothes in which he had been traveling. He had to admit that he was really stalling, avoiding the inevitable.

"Come on slow poke," Brooke urged playfully. "I turned on the computer and already dialed up. We're connected." She grabbed his hand and dragged him into the den.

Scott didn't know why, but he closed the door and locked it even though they were home alone and wouldn't be disturbed.

His hands were shaking as he sat in the chair in front of the computer. Brooke said, "let me sit on your lap." She actually straddled his right leg and leaned back against him. He typed in the address that Ray had given him, entered the user name and password and was welcomed as a VIP member to "Anne's Sexcapades."

A photo that nearly covered the entire screen featured Anne looking over her shoulder, smiling at the camera. A huge black cock was embedded in her wet pussy. They saw that members could choose between 'still photos, ' 'videos, ' 'updates, ' 'e-mail--contact us--' ' about me' and 'links.'

Scott felt Brooke stiffen, then she sat up abruptly. He heard her catch her breath. "What should we watch?" He asked.

"Oh, I don't know. I guess maybe a video," she said almost timidly. This was a foreign world that they were entering and neither of them knew exactly what to expect.

Scott clicked on the video bar, selected the most recent one and waited several minutes for it to download. There was an awkward silence as they waited. He realized that their dial-up service would have to be replaced with broadband or DSL if this venture were to be pursued.

Finally, the screen filled with Anne inside a typical hotel room walk to the door. If Scott was correct, it had to be a room in the Marriott in Seattle. It was very much like the room he had slept in the previous night and nearly identical to the one in which he had last seen Anne with a black cock in her mouth, one in her ass and a third stiff black member searching for an orifice of its own to enter.

In the video, Anne was wearing a short red dress and red high heels. She opened the door and welcomed two black men into her room. There really wasn't any plot. Within a few seconds the men were kissing her and then they were undressing. It didn't take long for the trio to strip off the bedspread and occupy the center of their adult playpen.

As Anne took hold of one of the giant black cocks with her left hand, the camera zoomed in for a closeup. Brooke noticed the wedding band and engagement ring on her third finger. "Scott, look! That woman is married."

"Yes, I know she is. I thought I told you that Ray's wife was named Anne. That's Anne."

"I can't believe it." Then things started to sink in. "So their site is not just a porno site, it's a site where she screws different guys and people go there to watch, is that right?"

"That's right." Scott didn't know if she would sit there and watch the video or storm out of the room. "Are you okay with this Brooke?"

"It's a shock, that's for sure."

She didn't get up off his lap. She didn't know what was happening to her but she found the images moving on the flat screen monitor very exciting. "Did you meet Anne?" She asked.

"You couldn't say that I met her, exactly."

"Well, what exactly do you mean, then?"

"I saw her. She was in a room in the hotel. Ray went to check on her and had me go with him. She was very involved and probably didn't even know we were in the room."

"They say curiosity killed the cat. You've got my curiosity. What was she doing?"

"Exactly what we're watching her do right now. The men were different, I mean they weren't the same black men but they were black. I guess they had been going at it for a couple of hours when we got there. She was cumming constantly."

They didn't talk during the remainder of the video that must have lasted for ten or fifteen minutes. When it ended Scott said, "it takes too long to download, let's take a look at the still photo section."

Each set consisted of fifty or more pictures presented as thumbnail sheets. By clicking on one of the thumbnails, nearly the entire screen was filled with a high quality image of Anne and one or more black lovers. After checking out several sets, Scott said, "Ray told me about a few other sites. Because they're all pay sites, we won't have access to the member's area but we can get an idea of what they're all about.

For the next half hour, he clicked the mouse and moved them around the sites that Ray had told him provided the inspiration for his site. Nearly all of the sites had a page explaining how things started for otherwise average couples. Together, Scott and Brooke read the introduction sections. The first site was the "Wetlands." They read the following:

"What started out as a simple personal home page of Jon David and Cherie (Cbaby) Monroe has turned into the largest most highly regarded adult oriented community on the Internet.

The Wetlands has received unprecedented attention and notoriety from the media including NBC Dateline, 20/20, Hard Copy, Extra, Inside Edition, Howard Stern and many many more... There is even a MOVIE about the Wetlands folks that debuted at the Cannes film festival!

All this fuss over a site that features REAL amateur men, women, and couples doing the things in front of a camera that should ONLY be done BEHIND CLOSED DOORS!"

"That was pretty straight forward," said Brooke after she cleared her throat.

The next site that they visited was called "Nina's Bed." Together, they read the following:

"My name is Nina Black, I am 35 years old, petite 5'0 and 115 lbs. It wasn't until I met my current husband, that I blossomed and became a woman. In fact, before I met Tom I did not even like sex. That was 14 years ago. Since then, not only have I become fond of sex, I have turned into a real live true slut...

Please keep in mind, I am an amateur in all sense of the word. I am a housewife, mother, and homemaker.

My husband had a fantasy about me cumming home with a fucked pussy... He had me call a guy that he used to work with... We had some hot phone sex and I told him to meet me in 15 minutes down the road at this strip mall parking lot... I met this guy and we fucked in my van for about thirty minutes. When I got home it was the best sex I had ever had my husband made love to me and sniffed and cleaned every inch of my body and fucked me about five times in three hours."

"Are you finished?" Scott asked. When she nodded her head he clicked the back button and saw a pretty blonde who obviously was exclusive to black cock. "She seems to be enjoying herself," he said.

"She does, but so did Anne and the other woman, I think her name was Cherie, or Cbaby," said Brooke.