Chapter 1

Ken Smith unconsciously rearranged the carefully sharpened pencils in the gray tray in his desk drawer as he eyed all three clocks in his office. Each read precisely 4:45 p.m.

A consummate creature of habit, Ken did everything according to established routine. A long career in the military had convinced him that a methodical life was the best life. Now, as Director of Security for a large corporation, his orderly style of living served Ken well. Those whom he supervised knew that they could set their watches according to his meticulous weekly schedule.

Today was Friday and 4:45 p.m. meant that it was time for him to inspect the Corporation's main video security station in the building's basement and double check personnel schedules for the coming weekend. By 5:30 p.m. he would be back in his office with ample time to clear his already spotless desk and meet his wife, Beth, for dinner. At 6:00 p.m. Beth would arrive at his office. By 6:15 the couple would be on their way to Chez Fred's Restaurant, as was their practice every Friday evening.

Moments later, Ken stepped out of the elevator, straightened his tie, slid his identification card through a nondescript slot, typed his security code on the key pad, and entered the nerve center for corporate security, his pride and joy, the video room. A slight smile crept across his face as he witnessed his technicians dutifully attending to a huge wall filled with flickering televisions, each monitoring a room or hallway somewhere in the massive office building.

"Hey, boss," greeted a young uniformed man on duty. "Welcome to another quiet Friday."

"That's the way we like 'em, Bobby," Ken answered. "Nice and quiet."

Bobby glanced at the institutional black and white clock on the far wall that stood in stark contrast to all the multi-colored screens.

Seven minutes until Five O'clock, Bobby noted, on the dot... always... the amazing Mr. Smith... runs like clockwork.

Ken's eyes proudly scanned the array of displays. He had designed the system from the ground up and it was at technology's cutting edge. Just then a beeping alarm sounded indicating an entry into their CEO's plush office, one of the areas of tightest security in the building. Images from the three cameras in that office suite automatically appeared on the large main screens.

The visitor was none other than Carmen Schafer, the CEO's lovely wife.

"Hellooooo, Mrs. Schafer! You and your tits are looking good tonight," muttered Bobby as he viewed the intensely sexy Carmen Schafer in living HDTV. "Mmm, Mmm. Maybe some day when I am chief exec of a big-mother company like this one, I'll get me a wife like that."

Chuckles and snide comments to the contrary broke out among the other technicians.

"Alright, alright, so maybe I won't... you have to admit that she is some kind of fine looking woman!" Bobby continued. "I'll bet if you look in the dictionary under 'trophy wife, ' there's a picture of her there... big old titties and all."

Decorum forbad Ken Smith to respond, but privately he heartily agreed with Bobby. Carmen Schafer looked and moved like a runway model... long, lean, gorgeous, self-assured... and she was completely aware of both her beauty and her power. Ken's cock twitched every time he saw her. Today she wore a fashionable little black dress, tight and short, with a neckline that plunged just enough to reveal the upper curvature of her tanned full breasts. The perfunctory string of pearls dangling to just the right spot in her cleavage completed her outfit. Obviously, the Schafers were going out somewhere fancy tonight.

All eyes in the video room watched as Carmen sauntered into her husband's office, met him in front of his desk, kissed him hungrily, and immediately began to fondle his crotch. Marlin Schafer pulled away instantly and pointed a finger toward the video surveillance camera. Normally Mr. Schafer was a serious and determined man who did not smile often. Now he was grinning from ear to ear.

God, I wish my wife would do that, thought Ken. If Beth would grab my cock just once without my asking, I would be a happy man.

"I'll bet she can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch," mused Bobby quietly.

The image of Carmen Schafer on her knees hungrily servicing her husband's rigid tool rushed into Ken's fertile imagination. His fantasies always were extraordinarily vivid, so vivid that he had to be careful about when he concentrated on such things. For an instant though, he allowed his mind to slip into his little fantasy world. He could almost smell the sex as Carmen devoured a long, purple veined cock in his imagination.

Bobby's continuing commentary jolted Ken back to attention.

"It's her lips... those thick, puffy lips... check 'em out... Mmm, Mmm... yes, siree, just like the ones on Angelina Jolie!" whistled Bobby. He had taken manual control of one of the cameras and had zoomed in on Carmen's face.

What I wouldn't give to have Carmen Schafer run those full red lips up and down and all around on my dick, dreamed Ken. His cock obviously agreed. It began to strain against his trousers.

After being rebuffed by her husband, Carmen shot a dagger-filled look at the camera and pouted. Then a sinister smile crept across her face. Suddenly, she turned her back to the offending camera, bent slightly at the waist, and, in a gesture of obvious defiance, flipped up the tail of her dress. Eyes all around the video room widened as Carmen's gloriously round ass barely covered with shiny tiny black bikini panties flashed into view.

Her husband's smile disappeared at once and, although no sound accompanied the visual images, his message of disapproval was very clear. Still pouting, Carmen flounced out of the room with husband Marlin, briefcase in hand, chasing after her. At the last possible instant, she flashed a big smile back directly at the camera and winked.

Cheers broke out in Ken's normally staid security room and a couple of technicians even gave each other big high-five hand slaps.

Brazen, Ken thought, Carmen Schafer defines brazen... and I love it... God, if Beth would only be half as bold... the mind boggles.

Ken checked the schedule clip board, signed it with a flourish, turned on his heels, and quickly left the room, all the while hoping that his erection would subside before he met his wife upstairs.

Couldn't I just as easily have married a woman like Carmen instead of Beth? Ken wondered. That thought made his cock tingle once again.

Promptly at 6:00 p.m., Beth Smith strolled into Ken's office. Ken's erection was gone, but his general horniness was not. He gave his wife a lingering lustful once over from head to toe.

Beth was beautiful in her own way—a way very unlike Carmen Schafer. Beth certainly had a look of affluence... stylish gray flannel suit with Laura Ashley blouse, shoulder length hair classically cut, tasteful yet clearly expensive jewelry... the total look of a well-heeled, conservative woman. Ken admired her healthy glow and warm smile. She certainly was not the buxom movie-star type like Carmen, but when she walked into a room she didn't go unnoticed by the men or the women. Best of all, she had maintained her willowy collegiate figure over the years by working out, a daily habit she developed while Ken was in the military.

During those early years of their marriage, military housewife boredom set in with Beth quickly and profoundly. As a result, she had become interested first in meditation groups, then exercise, and then religion. She filled her days back then with everything from Garden Clubs to Bible Study to Yoga. She always was amazed that exercising both mind and body could be relaxing and stimulating at the same time.

"What?" asked Beth, fearing that an unwanted spot on her dress or something similar had drawn so much of Ken's direct attention to her body.

"I was just checking out my sexy wife and her sexy outfit," purred Ken.

"Oh, I'm not sexy... not any more at least, you silly man. And, I've had this dress for ages. You have seen it a million times." Beth grinned broadly.

"I was thinking about what is under it," sighed Ken.

"Oh, don't be gross... we are about to go to dinner, for goodness sake."

Beth rolled her eyes in an effort to end both this line of conversation and its implications, but then condescended and gave Ken a quick kiss on the lips. Ken answered by sliding his hand up from her slim waist to one of her smallish, firm breasts.

"Ke-yun! Keep those wandering hands to yourself. What if someone walked in here? You have an important image to uphold. Now, let's go to dinner. The folks at Chez Fred's are probably wondering where we are already."

"Yes, dear," sighed Ken.

Maybe in return for all this attention, risqué touching and sexual hints, Ken mused, she at least will give me a little nookie tonight... maybe. The thought of that sent the pangs of arousal though his cock once again, but reality suddenly reared an ugly head.

Unfortunately, he realized, it will be just like always... same old tired routine... well, I guess that's better than no sex at all.

Ken's mind began to wander away again to his fantasy world as he observed his and Beth's surreal reflections in the shiny brass elevator door on their way down to the lobby. Soon his mind was filled with a vivid reenactment of their methodical, orderly lovemaking.

... kiss a little... feel Beth up some... sexy little titties, she has... maybe kiss one of her nice firm nipples... grab the KY Jelly... rub it on myself... kiss a little more... climb on top... wham bam... get my jollies... Beth runs to the john... cleans herself up... brings me a warm bath cloth... I scrub up... by the time I'm done, she's dressed in PJ's... we kiss, profess our eternal love to each other... in a few seconds we're both go to sleep. Same old, same old!