69 comments/ 174049 views/ 20 favorites DC&H By: K.K. Thanks to Techsan for editing this story for me. * 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." "Jack?" "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. DC&H: Kathy's Fall Authors note: After I posted DC&H I received several notes from readers requesting that I tell Kathy's side of the story. I thank those readers for their interest and dedicate this story to them. I would also like to thank Techsan for taking the time from his busy schedule to edit this story for me. My name is Kathy Alpin and I was twenty-nine years old when my fall began. I had felt that 2002 was going to be our year. My Husband Fred and I were having our dream home built and in spite of the problems we were having with the building inspectors I was excited about the prospect of moving into our new house that summer. Fred was handling the frustrating business of dealing with the inspector and our contractor without much help from me. I was preoccupied with events taking place at DC&H where I worked. At that time I had been manager of the accounting department at DC&H for two years and had twenty accountants reporting to me. DC&H was coming off two years of record growth in the mergers and acquisitions business, which had provided me with very generous year-end bonuses. The problems arose in January when some severe management problems were uncovered at the DC&H offices in Indianapolis. It was an internal audit run by my department that had uncovered irregularities in the revenue claimed by the sales department. The fourth quarter sales numbers had been overstated in order to justify commission bonuses paid to the sales manager, the office manager and a few others. I wasn't sure if the fact that I led the audit team would help protect me from the coming purge. The proverbial crap hit the fan on the third of February. A team from corporate headquarters in New York, consisting of a company vice president, the head of corporate security, and a team of auditors came to our office. I spent the day with the corporate auditors going over the results of my audit and by the end of the day the office manager; the sales manager and two other lower level managers had been escorted from the building by the head of corporate security. I felt bad for those that were fired but I was more concerned with what would happen to me. I was told that when I finished meeting with the corporate audit team that I was to meet with the vice president that was leading the team investigating the problems in our office. I was afraid that all of the managers in the office had been tainted by the actions of a few people and I fully expected that my meeting with the VP would be the end of my career at DC&H. I finished with the auditors at six o'clock that evening and was then escorted to the conference room where Jack Hanson, Vice President of Corporate Sales, was waiting for me. "Please come in Mrs. Alpin," Mr. Hanson said. "Get yourself a cup of coffee or a soda if you like and have a seat. This won't take very long. It's been a long day and I am sure you are anxious to get home." Jack Hanson was very distinguished looking forty-six year old man. He was six feel tall, slender and appeared to be in excellent physical condition. His steel gray eyes penetrated me as I sat down across the table from him. I could feel my heart pounding as I waited to hear what he had to say to me. "I guess this has been a pretty traumatic experience for you," he said. "To have four people fired and know that it was your audit that was responsible. It should put your mind at ease to know that the corporate auditors were already suspicious of the fourth quarter report. If you hadn't found the problem in your audit they would have. The difference is that if it had been corporate that found it you would have been let go with the others." I felt like I should say something but I couldn't think of anything so I kept silent. "What I am trying to say is that you are not responsible for what happened. Those men were going to lose their jobs anyway the only thing your audit did was save your job," he said. "By the way, the four that were let go were told that it was corporate accounting that caught them, so you don't have to worry about them being angry with you." "Thank you. I was worried about that," I said. I was starting to feel a little better. I wasn't going to lose my job and that was a relief but I was still a little uncomfortable sitting alone with Mr. Hanson. "Mrs. Alpin, may I call you Kathy?" "Yes." "Good. Kathy, in preparation for today I spent the last two weeks going over the personnel files of every employee in this office. First, I needed to determine who and how many were involved in the false reporting of the sales figures. Second, I had to make decisions on which employees to keep after the reorganization. I have to say that I was very impressed with your personnel file. You have an excellent work record and an impressive resume. I have to say that I am a bit surprised to find an MBA from the Wharton School at Penn working as a first level accounting manager." "When I just finished my degree six years ago, there weren't any good jobs for an MBA in Indianapolis," I said. "I worked for a couple of other companies before I got this job two years ago." "Why didn't you go somewhere else? I am sure with a degree from Wharton you could have gotten a lot better job somewhere else," he said. "My husband was working for Independent Investigations Corporation (IIC) in Indianapolis before we got married," I said. "He was doing well and didn't want to leave Indianapolis. I thought that I would eventually get a good job here." "What is IIC?" "IIC provides investigative services to large insurance companies. They investigate insurance claims for fraud, retrieve stolen property and that sort of thing," I said. "Interesting. Do you and your husband expect to be staying in this area for a while?" he asked. "Yes. We are in the process of building a house and plan to stay in Indianapolis," I said. "Good. I plan on moving my office from New York to Indianapolis and I will be looking for people I can count on to help get this office back on track. If you are a member of my team I can promise you will be rewarded for your efforts," he said. "Can I ask what kind of rewards you are talking about?" "Think high level position in the corporation, big salary, bonuses and stock options," he said. "I think you can begin to get the picture." My stomach started to do flips and I could feel my face flush. Was he just teasing me or could that really happen. I decided to believe it could really happen. "What do I have to do to become a member of your team?" "Nothing right now. First we have to get the office through this transition and then we can focus on other things," he said. "I have to ask you not to tell anyone about this conversation. I wouldn't want anyone else to know what I am telling you. Let me just say that I have big plans for myself in this corporation and this office is going to be a key to my success. If you work with me to help me attain my goals, I will take you up with me." We talked a little more about personal stuff. I told him more about Fred and the house we were building but he didn't say much about himself. By the time I left to go home I felt very comfortable with Mr. Hanson. I was so excited on the way home I barely remembered the drive. It seemed as though I was just suddenly home. I couldn't wait to get into the house to tell Fred what had happened at work and about the meeting I had with Mr. Hanson. When I walked in Fred was in the kitchen preparing dinner, which meant I would have clean up duties afterward but I was so happy that I didn't care. "So, how did it go today?" Fred asked. "Not too bad," I said. I tried not to smile but Fred saw through me. "I'd say from the expression on your face that things must have gone pretty well," he said. I spent the next ten minutes telling Fred about the firings and my all day meeting with the corporate auditors. "After my meeting with the auditors, I had a meeting with Jack Hanson. He was the VP that came in with the auditors to handle the investigation," I said. "I was sure he was going to fire me but instead he told me that he thought I was doing a good job. He told me that if I stay with the company that I could move up pretty quickly." I didn't know why but I left out the part about needing to be on Mr. Hanson's team or any of his comments on how high up I could go. I thought at the time it was because Mr. Hanson told me not to tell anyone what he told me but Fred was my husband and I should have told him. "That's great, Kathy," Fred said. "I am very proud of you and I always knew that your talent and hard work would get noticed. What do you say we bag this dinner and go out to celebrate?" "Celebrate what? That I didn't get fired?" I said. "For starters and then we can celebrate that a company VP has recognized your talents and has hinted that you could move up in the company. Mostly I am just proud of you. You did the right thing by reporting what your audit turned up and now you will be rewarded for your work." That was my Fred, always supportive. He knew that I needed a lift after the rough few weeks leading up to the meeting with Mr. Hanson and he was using what Mr. Hanson told me about my career as an excuse to go out to dinner to help me unwind from the ordeal I had been through. ***** Before I go farther into my story I would like to tell you a little about Fred and the relationship we had. Fred was twenty-two when I met him. It was the summer of 1994 and I was in Indianapolis visiting Connie Bradshaw, my college roommate. The second day I was there Connie informed me that she had fixed me up with a date for that night. I was a little upset with her because I don't like blind dates but I figured that since I was only in town for a few days it wouldn't hurt me to go out with this guy. After all, we would be with Connie and her boyfriend. Connie told me his name was Fred Alpin. She said he was a friend of her boyfriend's but she didn't know him very well. She said that he worked for some kind of private investigation company. That sounded like it might be BS to me. He's a private detective? Sounds like the guy who tries to pick up girls by saying he's a CIA agent. I decided to hold judgment until after I met him. I asked Connie what he looked like. "He's over six feet tall, maybe 180 to 190 pounds. He has brown hair. His nose is a little crooked, " Connie said. "Is he handsome," I asked, "or does he have a great personality?" Connie laughed. "Don't worry, he is not a dog." "What would you call him?" I asked. "Confident," Connie said. "Confident? What do you mean by confident?" I asked. "You'll see when you meet him," she said. That evening Connie's boyfriend picked us up at Connie's house and when I didn't see anyone else in the car I assumed that I had been stood up. I was pissed. "John, Where's Fred?" Connie asked her boyfriend. "He's gong to meet us at the restaurant," John said. "He got hung up on a case and said that he had to finish up some paper work and should only be a few minutes late." Working on a case? "John, is this friend of yours really a private eye?" I asked. "Not exactly a private eye. I'll let him explain that when he joins us," he answered. Connie, John and I had just ordered drinks when Fred came in. I had forgotten Connie's describing him as being confident. All I knew was that when he introduced himself to me before Connie or John thought to do it I immediately felt a warm connection between us. Later that evening I told Connie that I thought he was a dreamboat. Fred sat down next to me and immediately apologized for being late. "Great first impression," he said. "Late for our first date." I found it interesting that upon first meeting me he referred to this as our 'first date' implying that there would be a second but how could he already know that. "I'll accept your apology if you tell me what kind of private detective you are," I said. "That's a fair exchange," he said. "Actually we don't call ourselves private detectives. We are referred to as investigators. We contract out to large insurance companies. We investigate insurance claims for fraud, retrieve stolen property or in any way possible mitigate our client's losses. It's not as romantic as private detective work. After all, what could be more romantic than sitting in a tree taking pictures of a man cheating on his wife?" After that Fred spent most of the rest of the evening asking me questions. He said he was very impressed when I told him I was in working on my master's degree in business administration at the Wharton School at the University of Pennsylvania. Fred laughed and said, "I'm not smart enough to be on a date with you." "As long as you realize that I'll let you stay," I said. "I like you," he said. "Are there any good hotels near the Penn campus I can stay at when I come to visit you?" The question surprised me but my answer surprised me even more. "There are several hotels in the area. When are you coming to visit?" I asked. I had a great time that night and ended up going out with Fred four more times during my one-week visit. I was really falling for him but I decided not to have sex with him no matter how excited he got me. I wasn't sure if I would ever see him again after I returned to school so I didn't want to complicate things by having sex with him. I didn't want to be a one-week romance. I got back to my apartment in Philadelphia Sunday afternoon and that evening Fred called to ask if he could come see me the following weekend. I was surprised that he called me so soon and happy to tell him that I would love to see him the following weekend. By the middle of the week I had decided I was going to have sex with him that weekend and not worry about it. I was falling in love with this guy and I wanted to make love to him so when he called me Thursday night and asked me where he should stay for the weekend I told him I wanted him to stay with me at my apartment. We had a lot of fun that weekend. Fred had never been to Philadelphia before so we did some touristy stuff. We went to Independence Hall, saw the Liberty Bell, visited the Franklin Institute and went to a Phillies game. We also walked along the Schuykill and watched the eight man crews rowing on the river. It was a wonderful weekend but the best thing of all was the first time we made love. Fred had arrived Friday evening and we didn't get into a restaurant for dinner until almost 8:30 PM. By then there weren't many diners and we were able to sit and enjoy or meal and each other for almost two hours before we started getting hints that we should leave. On the walk back to my apartment I think we both were thinking about what was going to happen when we got there. Fred put his arm around me and I leaned in close to him as we walked. I enjoyed the way his strong body felt against me. With his arm around me I felt safe and very comfortable. Most of all I felt happy. When we got back to the apartment I asked Fred to opened a bottle of wine while I put on some music. For the next hour we sat on the sofa, sipped wine and kissed each other. My nipples were hard and my panties wet before Fred ever even touched me below the neck. When Fred started to massage my breasts through my top I couldn't sit still. Fred thought I was uncomfortable and wanted him to stop. "I am sorry, am I making you uncomfortable?" He asked. "No. Not at all," I said, "but maybe we should go to bed now." I got up and took Fred's hand and led him to my bedroom and there things began to speed up. Fred immediately pulled my top up over my head and removed it. Then he began kissing me as he unhooked my bra and pulled if off me. By then my nipples were so hard they were beginning to hurt. Fred was kissing my neck and gently squeezing my breasts but I couldn't wait any longer so I grabbed his head with both hands and guided his mouth to my right breast and pressed my nipple against his lips. Fred flicked his tongue across my nipple and it felt like electricity shooting through my body. Fred was now driving me crazy the way he was sucking on my breasts while at the same time he opened my skirt and pushed it down and let it drop to the floor. Soon Fred had his hand inside my panties and was fingering me to my first orgasm of the night. Then Fred slipped his hand down inside my panties in back and I was enjoying the sensation as his hands massaged my cheeks until he tried to slip a finger between them and touch my rectum. It was not that I have any problem with the idea of him touching me there it was just a reflex. I am very sensitive there so as soon as her tried to get his finger between my cheeks my muscles clenched tightly, making it impossible for him to get his finger in there. Fred apologized but I told him it was all right. "It's a reflex. I am just very sensitive there. I have always been that way. When I was about eight years old I snapped a rectal thermometer when my mother was trying to take my temperature," I said. Fred put both hands inside me panties and massage my cheeks as we kissed. He lifted me onto the bed and then began to remove his clothes. I almost laughed when he pulled his jockey shorts down and his erection popped up. I hadn't realized it until that moment that I had never seen a man's cock do that before. I don't mean that I was a virgin because I wasn't but I had only had two lovers before Fred. I had never seen either of my previous lovers getting undressed like that. It was usually done in the dark or while we were on the bed rolling around. I had never sat and watched them undress like I had just watched Fred. To see him standing there with this big erection bouncing around in front of him struck me as funny but I knew better than to laugh. I certainly didn't want to give him the impression that I was laughing at him. When Fred got on the bed and climbed between my legs and pressed the head of his cock against my opening there was nothing funny about it. The pure sexual joy I felt as his cock spread my labia and moved inside me, opening my sex as he slowly penetrated me was greater than any sexual experience I had ever had. This wasn't about size, shape or sexual talent it was purely a function of how I felt about Fred. When he had buried himself all the way inside me and started to pump his shaft in and out all I could do was wrap my arms and legs around him and hang on as I trembled through what felt like one long orgasm. When it was over it took me longer to recover from that orgasm than it took him. We tried to make love a second time that night but my body was tingling all over from the first time and that made me to ticklish to let him touch me anywhere. Instead, we just held each other until we fell asleep. In the morning we had a quickie before breakfast and then went sight seeing. After that weekend I think we both knew we were supposed to be together. Fred was spending at least one weekend a month with me and I traveled to Indianapolis whenever I could. Fred came to my commencement ceremony and sat with my parents and that night after dinner he asked me to marry him. His proposal was totally unexpected but I was ready with my answer. "Yes." I had known for a few months already what my answer would be if he asked. My parents didn't have much money and Fred didn't want to wait a year while we planned a wedding so we decided to get married that summer. We got married on the beach in Florida with just our immediate families and a few close friends in attendance. Fred already had a small house in Indianapolis that we lived in right up until our new house was build. Fred continued working for IIC and I began looking for jobs. I had no problem finding jobs but I was over qualified for them. I worked in retail for a year as a management trainee but I really didn't like the work so I took another job as an assistant manager at a small branch of a large chain of banks. This didn't last long because the bank chain was taken over by a larger bank chain and I got laid off. For the next two years I was a substitute teacher for the Indianapolis school district. This kept me reasonably busy but didn't pay well. I did however enjoy teaching. DC&H: Kathy's Fall Finally I heard about the opening for a manager at DC&H. Luckily I had taken some accounting courses in college. That along with my MBA landed me the job as manager of the accounting department. I knew there were better jobs for a Wharton graduate but I was happy being the accounting manager at DC&H as long as I had Fred. That's what makes the rest of my story so hard to understand. I don't fully understand it myself. My hope is that by putting this on paper it will help bring some clarity to me. Help me understand what I did to Fred and to myself. Things happened quickly after my initial meeting with Jack Hanson. The following Monday the new office manager arrived. His name was Greg Bartlett. Greg was a bald chubby guy about five and a half feet tall. He was friendly but he was all business in his activities around the office. Mr. Bartlett was a good manager and knew how an office like ours was supposed to run and he started instituting changes immediately and the operation of the office seemed to respond to his changes. Two weeks after Mr. Bartlett took over as office manager Jack Hanson moved into the former sales manager's office while his permanent office on the floor above our offices was being constructed. Mr. Hanson stopped by my desk that day and asked me to come to his office that afternoon at three o'clock to talk over some issues. His demeanor when he spoke to me made me comfortable. He was smiling and seemed very relaxed. So, at three o'clock I walked into his office and accepted his invitation to sit down. "Your look very nice today Kathy," he said, "and certainly less stressed out than the last time we talked." "Thank you. I am feeling better now." "I wanted to meet with you to ask if you had thought about our last conversation," he said. "About being on your team?" I asked. "I have given it a lot of thought. I would like to think that I could be helpful to you with your plans for this company and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested in the kind of career opportunities you alluded to." "I am glad to hear it, Kathy. I really want you on my team but I must tell you now that I will demand complete loyalty. I have to know that my team members are going to be in lock-step with me," he said. I couldn't read anything from the expression on his face. "I have some tasks I will have to ask you to perform in order to get my plans rolling." "What kind of tasks?" I asked. "It's too early to tell you that yet. Before I can lay my plans out to you I am going to have to be absolutely positive that I can count on you. You are going to have to prove yourself to me first," he said. I felt a signal go off in my head. I didn't like the direction the conversation had taken. Prove myself to him? How? What would he expect me to do to prove myself? "I am not sure I understand, Mr. Hanson," I said. "How can I prove myself to you? What exactly are you getting at?" Mr. Hanson got up from his desk and started to pace around the office. Then he sat in the chair next to me. "Kathy, I find you to be a very attractive woman," he said. I thought to myself "Oh shit, here it comes." "I don't want you to think that I do this sort of thing all the time," he continued. "The fact is I have never done anything like this before. It's just that I need you to prove your absolute loyalty to me and I have this overwhelming desire to have you. I am hoping that I can persuade you to help me satisfy both of my needs," he said. "Mr. Hanson, this is very inappropriate," I said. "I am a married woman and besides this qualifies as sexual harassment. I don't want to go there so let's just pretend you never suggested that I should have sex with you." "I am sorry, Kathy, but I can't do that," he said. "We are alone in this office so you have no witnesses to what I said anyway. I am not going to force you to do anything but if you want to be a part of my team you now know my terms. Otherwise you can just continue on as the accounting manager here but you can forget about those big opportunities we talked about the other day." Part of my brain was screaming at me to just get up and walk out of his office but I didn't. "I can't cheat on my husband," I said. "Think about this for a moment," he said. "If your husband had been more supportive of your abilities, he would have moved with you to New York or Chicago where you would have had a much better chance of getting a job that you deserved but he made you come to Indianapolis where your opportunities were very limited. In effect, he screwed you out of the career you deserved. Now I am offering you the opportunity to get the career you deserve by screwing me. I think there is justice in that for you." I couldn't believe what he was saying to me. He was suggesting that somehow Fred deserved to have me cheat on him and by doing that I could get the career I deserved and that somehow Fred had denied me. Part of what he said made sense to me but I still couldn't get past the idea that Mr. Hanson wanted me to have sex with him which would mean I would have to cheat on Fred. I was unable to find words to respond to his proposition. "I know this caught you off guard, Kathy, so why don't you think it over for a while and then we can talk about it again next week," he said. When I got up to leave his office, Mr. Hanson said, "Kathy, from now on I want you to call me Jack." I was in a daze when I left his office that afternoon. I sat at my desk and tried to sort through everything Mr. Hanson had said to me. Had I misinterpreted what he said? Was he really suggesting that I have sex with him? Yes, he was. There was no other way to interpret what he had said. I thought about going home and telling Fred about it but decided not to because I knew Fred would want me to report Mr. Hanson for sexual harassment and I really didn't want to go through that mess. It was difficult but I managed to go home that night and act like nothing was wrong. Fred never guessed that I was upset or what I was thinking about. For the first couple of days I got angry every time I thought about Mr. Hanson's proposal but as time went on I started to think about what he had said about Fred's not being supportive enough of my career. Part of me knew this was wrong but it was beginning to bother me a little. One afternoon I found myself sitting at my desk and thinking about doing what Mr. Hanson wanted. I wasn't visualizing having sex with him, I was just thinking that maybe I could do it. I could make sure Fred would never know and then I could be part of Mr. Hanson's team and great career opportunities would become available to me. After that I began to waffle on the idea. I did decide one thing. At my next meeting with Mr. Hanson I was going to take a recorder with me and record our conversation. Whatever I decided to do, I wanted to have something to back me up if I decided to charge him with sexual harassment. The following Monday afternoon Mr. Hanson called me and said that he wanted me to have lunch with him the next afternoon. That night I asked Fred if I could borrow one of the mini recorders he had for work. I put it in my purse so I would have it for my lunch appointment on Tuesday. Mr. Hanson and I left the office at 11:30 Tuesday morning to go to lunch. We ended up going to a social club he belonged to and had lunch in their dining room. I had turned the recorder on as soon as we left our building but Mr. Hanson didn't say a word about his proposition during the ride to the club or during lunch. After lunch he took me on a little tour of the facility. They had an onsite health club and Mr. Hanson took me inside and then left me while he spoke with a woman working at the counter. A minute later he returned with the woman. "Kathy, this is Sarah. She will assist you so just follow her." I didn't have any idea what was going on so I just followed Sarah into the women's locker room. She led me to a cabinet and then asked me what size swimsuit I wore. I told her and she pulled a swimsuit out of the cabinet and handed it to me. "You can use any of the lockers over there for your clothes," she said. "I'll wait her for you." I was very perplexed. I found myself moving without really knowing why. I changed into the swimsuit and walked back over to Sarah. She led me through the back of the locker room into the pool area. As soon as we entered I saw Mr. Hanson getting into the hot tub. Sarah handed me a large towel and said, "I'll be back for you in about a half hour." I walked over to the hot tub and just looked down at Mr. Hanson. "Come on Kathy, get in. I don't bite," he said. "I don't understand. What are we doing here?" I asked? "I just wanted to talk and what better a place than a hot tub?" he said. "Why couldn't we talk in the dining room?" I asked?" "Because this is better. You couldn't bring your tape recorder into the hot tub with you." I was stunned. How could he know that I had a tape recorder with me? "Don't look so surprised. I would have been disappointed if you weren't smart enough to try and tape our conversation," he said. "In the future however, I will not tolerate your trying anything like that." I didn't say anything so he continued. "I just want to have a little chat and then Sarah will come back and get you. She will take you into the therapy room for a massage. A gift from me to you to help you relax." I figured I might as well hear what he had to say so I got into the hot tub and sat down across from him. Mr. Hanson looked around to satisfy himself that we were alone and then he started. "I am guessing that you have thought about what I said last week," he said. "How could I not think about it," I said. "It had me very upset." "But you haven't been able to decide against me have you?" he said. I hadn't expected that question but he was right. "No. I can't say that I have." "Good. I am glad to hear it. You can relax now. I am not planning on having sex with you today. It has to be your decision. I will not force you to do anything. I will give you two months to decide. If you decide in my favor, just let me know when you want to consummate our new relationship. If you decide against me, you won't have to tell me. I'll know when the time runs out. Today is March fifth. So that gives you until Tuesday May seventh." I was relieved that he gave me two months to decide but how was I going to decide and why was I even considering what he proposed. I guess I knew that it was the idea of being a VP some day and making lots of money. It was greed and ambition that were driving me. It certainly wasn't any desire to have sex with him. I had thought about what it would be like to have sex with him. The idea didn't arouse me in any way but the thought didn't disgust me. I saw it as just something I would have to do to get what I wanted. I knew it was like being a prostitute. I was thinking about fucking for money. Mr. Hanson spent the next several minutes going over all of the advantages there would be to being a member of his team. He also brought up his point about how Fred had put me in this position by making me stay in Indianapolis. I didn't like him talking about Fred that way but what he was saying made sense to me. A few minutes later Sarah came back to get me and, as I climbed out of the hot tub, Mr. Hanson said, "Remember, just two months. "I'll remember, Mr. Hanson." "Kathy, I told you to call me Jack." For the next hour I received the best body massage I had ever had. I was so relaxed that I was able to think about the decision I had to make without the emotion that I normally felt when I thought about it. I realized that must have been why Mr. Hanson had arranged for me to have a massage in the first place. I had never wanted or even thought about having sex with anyone other than Fred since the day I met him but here I was contemplating having sex with Jack Hanson. Jack had tantalized me with the possibility of great career success and all I had to do was to be a loyal member of 'his team' as he called it. To prove my loyalty I was going to have to have sex with him. I found Jack's proposition to be abhorrent, so why didn't I dismiss the idea immediately and tell Jack what I thought of him for suggesting it in the first place? These where the thoughts spinning around in my head during the massage and when it was over I still hadn't made up my mind but I realized that I was closer to giving in to what Mr. Hanson wanted than I was to rejecting his proposition. The next week Mr. Hanson moved up to his new office suite on the floor above our offices so I didn't see him around the office anymore. I tried to put the proposition out of my mind but it kept creeping back into my thinking. One night when Fred was working late I tried to imagine what it would be like to have sex with Jack. I didn't like Jack for putting me in this position but other than that he seemed like a decent enough person. He was more than fifteen years older than me but he wasn't bad looking. He was actually quite distinguished looking. What it came down to was this, could I have sex with a man I didn't love, a man I wasn't sexually attracted to in any way? I tried to imagine what he might want me to do in bed. Fred and I had done pretty much everything a couple could do so I really didn't think Jack would be looking for anything I hadn't done before. I thought long and hard about it that evening. I considered each sex act he might want me to perform with him and whether or not I would be able to do it. By the time I was done thinking about it that night, I realized that I could perform the sex acts that might be required but I still hadn't made up my mind whether I would accept Jack's proposition. I wished that something would happen to help me make my decision. I got my wish. It was on a Wednesday night during the first week of April that Fred came home and told me he had to fly out to Seattle the next day to get a deposition for a case he was working on. He was going to leave Thursday morning and would be back Saturday afternoon. When he told me about the trip I was disappointed that he would be away from me for two days but then a thought crept into my head. This might be what I was looking for. An easy opportunity to do what Jack wanted. Fred would be out of town so he would never know what I did. Thursday afternoon, with my stomach in a knot, I picked up my phone and called Jack's office. His secretary answered the phone and put me through immediately after I told her who I was. When he answered the phone I said, "Hi Jack. It's Kathy. "Kathy, good to hear from you." "Jack, I am ready. I can meet you tonight where ever you want." I said. "How about I take you to dinner after work and then we can go back to my apartment." "That will be fine Jack." I was sick with guilt the rest of the day. I hadn't done anything yet but I had already told Jack that I would have sex with him. I was sure that anyone else in the office would know what I was planning to do just by looking at me. I wanted to call Jack and tell him I changed my mind but I couldn't. I couldn't because I didn't want to cancel. My feelings about what I was doing were so confused that I couldn't think clearly about anything. The only thing I knew for sure was that I was only going to have sex with Jack because of what he had promised me. I didn't even like him and at the moment I didn't like myself very much either. I spent that afternoon convincing myself that what I was doing would be good for both Fred and me. It was just the price I had to pay to get what I wanted. That evening Jack and I left the office separately and then met at the restaurant Jack had chosen. I managed to finish two scotches to take the edge off the evening before our dinner arrived. During the meal Jack talked about some of the ideas he had for getting the Indianapolis offices of DC&H some positive recognition by the corporate offices in New York. He said that we needed a big opportunity and we needed to make it happen and he already had the opportunity we needed in his pocket. He would not tell me anymore than that. He said that as soon as he was sure that he could trust me he would tell me all of his plans and that I was going to be a big part of them. While I listened to him, I ate my meal and drank half a bottle of Merlot. By the time we left for Jack's apartment, I was feeling no pain. Jack offered to drive me but I insisted on talking my own car. I didn't want to end up trapped at his apartment. I wanted to be able to go home afterward. I knew that I should not be driving in the condition I was in but I did it anyway and luckily I made it to Jack's apartment without incident. Jack asked me if I would like a drink when we got inside his apartment but I refused it. I was already out of control; I certainly didn't need any more alcohol in my system. Jack turned some music on and then took me in his arms and started to dance with me. He pulled me close and I lay my head on his shoulder, not because I was comfortable in his arms but because I was unstable from the alcohol and I needed him to support me so I would not fall on my ass. As we were dancing Jack began to kiss my neck and my ears. It wasn't doing anything for me but it didn't bother me either. I knew that very soon he was going to kiss me and I was ready to do what ever was necessary to convince him that I was enjoying myself. When he turned my head and brought his lips to mine I opened my mouth and let him push his tongue inside. The whole thing was kind of surreal. I was dancing, well, really just rocking back and forth in time to the music and making out with an older man that I didn't even like and thinking about my husband and how much I loved him. I knew there was something very wrong about that scene but my alcohol-clouded brain couldn't quite make sense of it. I was beginning to feel Jack's cock getting erect as he pressed himself against me. I guess he thought this would excite me but instead it almost made me laugh. How desperate could he be if he gets an erection from dancing? Fred had better self-control than that. If I thought Fred would get hard just from dancing I would never let him dance with another woman. I wondered if Jack was somehow forcing himself to get hard thinking it would impress me. I figured it might be a good idea to play along just in case. "Oh my, Jack, what's that I feel?" I said. "I feel something big coming between us." "It's big but it won't be coming between us. It will be coming inside you," he said. The image of him climaxing hit me. I hadn't thought about that. "Jack, I want you to wear a condom." Jack pulled back a little and looked into my eyes. "I will wear a condom for you this time but there may come a time when I won't." This time? Was he planning on doing this more than once? Oh shit, what have I gotten myself into? "Jack, you never said anything about me having to do this more than once," I said. "Don't get upset about it," he said. "It's only difficult the first time. After a while you will even enjoy it. It won't be that often. Once or twice a month is all I need. I just have to be sure of your continued loyalty." I should have known better. How could I have thought that this would only be a one-time affair? Jack was offering me the keys to the kingdom; I should have expected the price to be higher than just one roll in the hay. As upset as I was I didn't back out. I was still sure I could make Jack happy and keep Fred from finding out. Jack kissed me again and moved his hand up to my breast and squeezed. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable with his touch but I pushed those feelings back. DC&H: Kathy's Fall "Does this feel good?" Jack asked. "It feels okay but it would feel better if your hand was on my bare flesh," I forced myself to say. "Why don't you remove my blouse?" Jack quickly unbuttoned my blouse and pushed it off my shoulders and I let it drop to the floor. Then he removed my bra and placed both of his hands on my naked breasts. I had been dreading the feel of his hands on my breasts but his hands were warm and actually felt nice. He squeezed my breasts and teased my nipples with his fingertips. "Do you like them?" I asked. "They're beautiful," he said just before sucking my left nipple into his mouth. Jack spent about a minute kissing and sucking on my breast and then he guided me over to the sofa. It became apparent that Jack was in no hurry. When I sat down, he went out to the kitchen and came back with a bottle of wine and two glasses. I knew that I shouldn't have anymore to drink but then what was I worried about. It wasn't like the wine was going to make me have sex with Jack. That was going to happen anyway, so when he offered me a glass of wine I took it. We sat and drank wine and talked. Jack would occasionally kiss me on the mouth or my breasts and then continue our conversation, which was mostly about him. Jack told me about his career and about his wife Mary. Mary was still in New York and would move to Indianapolis as soon as their house in New York sold. He said that he was having a house built just east of the city but he planned to keep this apartment even after he and his wife moved into their new house. Jack said that he and Mary didn't have any children and that he blamed his wife for that. He said that he always wanted kinds but it was too late now. "I could still have kids, that is I can still get a woman pregnant but I am too old to start being a parent now," he said. "Some day I am going to get a woman pregnant just for the pure satisfaction of knowing that I did it. Then I'll let someone else raise the little bastard." There was sadness in Jack's voice when he talked about not having children but his comment about getting a woman pregnant and letting someone else raise the child was cold and gave me a chill. Jack kissed me a couple of times and then said, "I'll bet you would like to see my cock now, wouldn't you? Why don't you get it out for me and make friends with it." Jack smiled at me as I started to open his pants. While I did this, I thought about what I was about to do. I hadn't touched any man's cock other than Fred's since I met him but here I was about to reach into Jack's boxer shorts and pull his cock out. I also knew that I was going to do more than that. When Jack told me to make friends with it, I knew that he was telling me to take his cock into my mouth. I was glad that I didn't go into this blindly. As I mentioned earlier, I had thought about all of the things I would probably have to do with Jack and I had prepared myself mentally to handle them. So, once I had Jack's cock in my hand I bent down and took him into my mouth and pretended to myself that I was sucking on Fred's cock. I had prepared myself so well that I was even ready for Jack to climax in my mouth. What I wasn't prepared for was it happening so soon. It actually pleased me that I got him off so quickly. It took Jack nearly an hour to recover from his orgasm and to get another erection. During that recovery period Jack played with my breasts and I took his cock back into my mouth a couple of times to encourage him. As his cock began to stiffen, Jack pulled me to him and kissed me deeply while he pushed his hand up under my skirt. When Jack's fingers slipped inside my panties and penetrated my pussy it felt better than I expected. It wasn't as nice as when Fred did it to me but it wasn't bad. I could actually feel my juices beginning to flow but I was nowhere near what I would call hot. I was only slightly aroused. Jack took my wetness to mean that I was ready so he took me by the hand and led me to his bedroom. In the bedroom he striped off my skirt and panties and had me lay on the bed while he finished undressing. Before he got on the bed with me he opened the drawer to the bedside table and pulled out a condom and handed it to me and waited for me to put it on for him. I opened the foil wrapper and removed the condom and then rolled it down over his cock. Once it was in place Jack climbed on the bed and got on top of me and waited for me to guide his latex covered member into my sex. Between the lubrication on the condom and my own juices, Jack's cock slid easily into me. Like his fingers did earlier his cock felt good inside me. Not great, but compared to what I worried that it might feel like to have his cock inside me it was pretty good. When Jack started to move his hips driving his cock in and out of me I began to enjoy the sensations I was feeling. Jack may have climaxed quickly when I was sucking his cock but it was apparent that he wasn't going to cum quickly during intercourse. While I was enjoying the feel of him inside of me I wasn't getting stimulated enough to have an orgasm. I thought about that for a moment and didn't know if I wanted to have an orgasm or not. Then I started to think about what I was doing. I was having sex with a man that was not my husband. A man that I not only didn't love, I didn't even like him very much. I thought about why I was doing it and how that made me a prostitute and for some unknown reason that excited me. As Jack continued to pump his cock into me I began to lift my pelvis up to meet his down strokes. I was trying to bring myself to orgasm and if I didn't manage that I was determined to at least make Jack think that I had. Normally I am not very vocal during my orgasm. Fred knows when I am having my orgasm by little noises I make in my throat and with my lips but someone standing outside our room probably would never hear me. In order to convince Jack that I was having an orgasm I became very vocal. "Oh God that feels good," I yelled. "I'm coming. Ah…." While I made noise I clawed at Jack's back and locked my legs around his buttocks. I wasn't sure how convincing I was but judging from the look on Jack's face I think he believed it. That was the first orgasm I had ever faked and I was pretty proud of myself for pulling it off. I had never faked an orgasm with Fred. Fred almost always gave me an orgasm but there were just some times when we both knew it just wasn't going to happen. Fred was confident enough in his ability to give me pleasure that it didn't hurt his ego if I didn't have an orgasm once in a while. My previous lovers almost never gave me an orgasm and I never faked for them either. That maybe part of why they didn't stay around for very long. When Jack was spent and pulled his cock out of me I did something that surprised him and I even surprised myself. I removed the condom for Jack and tied a knot in it so the contents wouldn't leak out and then I went down on him and cleaned his cock with my mouth. This was something I had often done for Fred after we had sex so it wasn't difficult to do it for Jack but it wasn't something I had planned. Afterward, while we were lying on the bed Jack suggested that I spend the night. "Kathy, you have had quite a bit to drink tonight. I think it might be a good idea for you to spend the night here," he said. "You're probably right," I said and promptly feel asleep. When I woke up in the morning, Jack was in the shower so I dressed quickly and then stuck my head into the bathroom. "Jack, I am going home to shower and get ready for work," I said. "Okay, I'll see you in the office, Kathy." As I drove home, I tried to understand how I was feeling. I wondered if my hangover was clouding my thinking. I knew that I should feel guilty but I didn't. I wasn't happy about what I had done but I didn't feel depressed or the need to confess to Fred. I didn't feel any excitement about the affair I had just begun. I guessed that I had accepted that I was going to prostitute myself to get ahead. I wanted what Jack was offering me and was willing to pay the price to get it. I felt that Jack had as much to lose as I did if anyone found out about our affair so I was sure he would be as careful about it as I would. When I got home there was a message from Fred on the recorder. He had called at eleven o'clock. He apologized for calling so late and said he would talk to me in the morning. I surprised myself by how calm I was about missing Fred's call. I was sure that he would call me before I left for work so I had to think about how to handle the call. No complicated explanations about why I missed the call. I was asleep. Don't say or do anything out of the ordinary. Don't make too big a deal of telling him how much I missed him because that might make him suspicious. I was still going over this in my head when the phone rang. I knew it was Fred so when I answered the phone I said, "Good morning, sweetheart." "Good morning Kathy, how's my beautiful wife this morning." "I'm fine. Just listened to your phone message from last night. Why'd you call so late?" "I forgot about the time difference. Why didn't you answer?" he asked. "I was asleep," I said. "I had a busy day and didn't get home till after seven o'clock. I went up to bed at ten and watched television while I waited for your call. By 10:30 I couldn't keep my eyes opened so I turned the television off and went to sleep. I am surprised that I didn't wake up when you called. The telephone was right next to my head." "Sorry I didn't call earlier but I didn't get back to my hotel until after eight o'clock." "Well, make sure you call by ten o'clock tonight," I said and Fred promised that he would. The rest of the call was just the usual stuff. After the call I got into the shower and while the hot water helped clear my head I began to feel guilty. The problem was that I wasn't feeling guilty about having sex with Jack. I was feeling guilty because I found myself enjoying the fact that Fred accepted my excuse for not answering the phone and in the end he apologized to me for calling so late. That was the beginning. After that night I got together with Jack at his apartment about every other week. During the day mostly but sometimes, if Fred was out of town, we got together at night. In time I began to like Jack and actually began to enjoy my sexual encounters with him. The sex was nice, not great and I never did have an orgasm with Jack but there was something about it that I found exciting. I think it was partly the idea that I was using sex to get something I wanted and it was also partly the excitement of covertly having illicit sex. I gave Fred all of my love and when I made love to him I never held anything back but I also gave some of myself to Jack and the fact that I was able to do that without Fred finding out gave me a perverse thrill. In the ensuing weeks Jack began to lay out his plan for getting control of the company and what part I would play in his plans. He told me that we had to accomplish two things. The first was to make the Indianapolis office look good. Thanks to the efforts of Greg Bartlett the office was already looking better. Mr. Bartlett knew how to cut costs and streamline operations and we were already seeing results from that. The next step was to increase our sales and Jack had got the sales force pumped up and they were winning new accounts and generating more business from our existing accounts. The final step was to find a large opportunity that would get the attention of the board of directors. Jack was already working on that. When Jack was still in New York, Mike Rogan, one of his salesmen, came to him with an opportunity he was working on at National Pharmaceutical. Apparently Mike Rogan was a friend of Harold Benson, the CEO of National and Mr. Benson had discussed his desire to grow the size of his company through the acquisition of another company and he had asked Mike to see if the company he was interested in was inclined to make a deal. Jack told Mike he would help him with this and then later told Mike that the company that Mr. Benson was interested in would not be a good investment. Shortly after that Jack arranged for Mike Rogan to be offered a two-year assignment at a subsidiary of DC&H in Paris. Mike happily accepted the assignment and two months after he arrived in Paris, DC&H sold the subsidiary leaving Mike Rogan out in the cold. Soon after that Jack moved to Indianapolis and then contacted Mr. Benson at National Pharmaceutical. He said that Mike had asked him to assist National in their quest to acquire another pharmaceutical company and thus began the negotiations among National, DC&H and Keystone Pharmaceutical. The second thing Jack said that we needed to accomplish was to find a way to get rid of Mr. Ward the current CEO of DC&H and Mr. Salter, the company president. Jack had a plan for this and I was part of that plan. Jack told me that he knew that Mr. Ward and Mr. Salter had been involved in some illegal deals including insider trading. They had used a third party to buy stock in companies that they knew where about to be merged or taken over. This was highly illegal and if the SEC caught wind of it they could go to jail. Jack's plan was simple. He wanted to make sure that the SEC did find out about Mr. Ward's and Mr. Salter's activities. Jack told me that I was to be the whistle blower. I was to contact the SEC and leak the information to them that would cause an investigation. I was very uncomfortable with what Jack wanted me to do. My actions might cause these men to be sent to jail and I didn't want that on my conscience. I told Jack how I felt. "Kathy," Jack said, "you have to understand that what these men did is illegal and they should not be allowed to get away with it. They have done this sort of thing several times and have become very wealthy because of it. Their activities have ruined many smaller investors." I could see the justification for the action but I still didn't feel comfortable being the one to bring them down. That's when Jack appealed to my practical side. "When I take over I plan to keep you very close to me. That means that by this time next year you could be a vice president with a six figure salary and very large bonuses,' he said. "So don't go soft on me now. Don't give up the race when the finish line is in sight." The next day I called the SEC and spoke to an investigator. I told him I had come across some information about insider trading that involved certain individuals in DC&H and that I didn't know what I should do about it. The investigator became very interested and started asking a lot of questions. Jack had given me all of the information he wanted me to leak to the SEC and I let the investigator slowly drag it out of me. At the end of the call the investigator told me that they would be in touch with me again soon. Over the next four weeks I spoke with three different investigators several times. I played the role of the concerned employee so well that I began to believe I was really doing this for the good of the company. During this time my life with Fred was going good. Fred had no clue that I was involved with Jack sexually or that I was involved in Jack's plans to take over the company In August I got a call from John Hargrove, the lead SEC investigator on the DC&H case and he told me that they had indeed found evidence that the charges I had made were true and they were going to continue the investigation, which meant that the FBI might become involved. The day I got that news was the day before Fred and I were going to move into our new house. I immediately called Jack's office and told him that I needed to talk to him. He told me to come up in ten minutes. When I told Jack about the call from John Hargrove, he said that we needed to celebrate and suggested that we go somewhere for a drink. As we left the building to go to Jack's car, he kept telling me what a great job I had done selling the SEC on the information I was giving them. He told me he was proud of me and by the time we got to the car I was feeling so full of myself that I didn't even notice that Jack was taking me to his apartment rather than a bar to get that celebratory drink. I wasn't happy when I realized what was happening but I knew that I had to accept it so I smiled at Jack and followed him into the apartment. Jack got a bottle of Champaign out of his refrigerator and poured us each a glass and then he toasted me. "To the future Vice President of DC&H," Jack said and held his glass out to me. I could feel my face flush when he said that. We touched our glasses together and then we both took a sip of the Champaign. Jack set his glass down and then took my glass from me and set it down. He stepped close to me and put his arms around me. Jack looked into my eyes for a second and then kissed me. I opened my mouth a little so that he could push his tongue inside. When he pulled me closer to him, I could feel his already erect cock pressing against my thigh. I didn't want to have a long drawn out sex session with him so I tried to speed things along. I reached down and began stroking his cock as I increased the passion of my kisses. When we broke off the kiss, I whispered into Jack's ear, "I want to feel you inside me now." Jack stepped away from me and I pulled my skirt up and lowered my pantyhose and panties below my knees and then I turned my back to Jack. I bent down and leaned over the back of the sofa and looked back over my shoulder at Jack. "Come on big boy," I said. "Give me that big cock of yours. I can't wait to feel it inside me." I turned away from Jack, dreading what was about to happen. I heard Jack unzip his pants and remove them. "Don't forget the condom," I said. Jack went to his bedroom to get a condom while I remained in what I hoped was a very erotic pose as I waited for him to return. While Jack was out of the room I wet my fingers with saliva and rubbed it into my vagina. I did this a few times until I was wet enough for Jack to slip his cock into me. Jack didn't waste any time. He was putting the condom on as he came back from the bedroom and as soon as he was behind me he pressed his cock against my sex and pushed himself inside me. I had to hold onto the back of the sofa to keep from falling over as Jack rapidly pumped himself into me from behind. After a few minutes Jack slowed down and then tried to press his finger against my anus. I pulled away and yelled for him to stop that and Jack slapped my ass hard and told me to relax or he would slap my ass again. When he tried to push his finger into my anus again, I jumped and he slapped my ass hard again. "Jack, please don't do that. I can't stand to have anyone touch me there." "Just relax," he said. "I am going to keep doing this until you let me touch your little hole." When I felt his fingers sliding between my cheeks again, I gritted my teeth and tried not to flex my gluteus muscles. I wasn't completely successful but enough so that Jack was able to put his finger against my anus. Jack then began to pick up the speed of his humping and then he pushed his finger inside my anus. I didn't like the way his finger felt inside me and I didn't like the fact that he was doing that to me when he knew I didn't want him to but I knew it was something he wanted so I pretended to like it. I started to make moaning sounds and faked an orgasm. I guess that was what he wanted to hear and he began to climax. Afterwards, as I was pulling up my panties and pantyhose and fixing my clothes Jack talked about what he did to me. "You didn't want me to put my finger in your ass but in the end you liked it, didn't you?" he said. "As soon as I did that, you had an orgasm." DC&H "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?" "Yes." "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 smiling 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. DC&H 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. "Why?" "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. When Kathy came back over to me I asked her what he had wanted. "The National Pharmaceutical deal is closing tonight. I have to go to a meeting at ten o'clock with Jack and Mr. Bartlett. If the meeting goes well we will get the National contract." "So, you'll get your promotion then?" "Yes, if everything works out." Kathy didn't look as happy as she should if she was getting what she wanted. "Then we can start trying to make a baby?" I asked, hoping to get a reaction from her. "Yes, we can start our family," she said without emotion. I wanted to shake her and say, "What the fuck is going on?" I had a problem in that I was already beginning to get an idea of what was going on and it was up to me to figure out what I was going to do about it. As we walked into the big room were the party was being held Kathy slipped her arm through mine and leaned close to me. The room was nicely decorated and there were several tables around the outside of the room. There was a band set up at one end of the room with an area for dancing. At the other end of the room they had set up the buffet and next to that an open bar. I scanned the room to see who was there. I don't know many of the DC&H people well but I am good at remembering faces and I had seen most of these people many times over the last six years and I had a pretty good idea of who belonged there and who didn't and it didn't take long to spot him. He was standing next to the bar by himself. He was maybe thirty-five years old and about six feet tall. He appeared to be a fit 175 pounds. He was dressed in a dark blue double breasted Armani suit and I guessed that he would be considered a handsome man. I pointed to him and asked Kathy, "Who is that guy standing over there by the bar?" "I don't know," she replied but I could tell by her body language that she wasn't being truthful. "Why don't we go over to the bar and get a drink?" I suggested. "There are some of my department members over here that I would like to say hello to. Why don't you get us both a drink and I'll wait for you over here?" she said. I made my way over to the bar and order Kathy a glass of red wine and got myself a beer and then turned to the Armani suit. " Mr. Benson, how are you tonight?" A look of surprise briefly crossed his face. "How do you know me?" He asked. "It's my job," I said. "I have to take this wine over to Ms. Alpin and then I'd like to come back and talk to you if you don't mind." Mr. Benson studied me for a minute. I could tell that I worried him but he didn't seem to be afraid of me. For a moment I thought he might know who I was but I didn't see how he could. It had to be something else about me that was bothering him. "Oh, okay. I'll be right here," he said." I took Kathy her drink and said I was going to circulate while she talked to her friends. "Don't wander off on me," she said. "I need you to stay close to me tonight" "I won't be gone long. I don't want to sit here and listen to you talk shop with your friends right now," I said. Kathy gave me a sad look as I got up from the table but she let me go. When I was sure that Kathy was no longer paying attention to what I was doing I went back over to Mr. Benson. "My name is Fred. I work in security for DC&H," I said. "I just want to make sure there are no problems tonight. I guess Mr. Hanson has a fun evening planned." "That's what he tells me," he said. "I am just killing time until the fun begins." "I guess for you that begins around ten o'clock," I said. "You seem to know everything," Mr. Benson said nervously. "Like I said, it's my job to know things. Tonight I am to make sure no one bothers you and that later no one interrupts you if you know what I mean," I said with a wink and a sleazy smile. "I take it you like brunettes?" "Love brunettes. Especially with long hair," he said. "Like Ms. Alpin you mean?" "Exactly," he said and this time he had the sleazy smile. I wanted to choke the bastard but I couldn't do that. "I'll bet you're like me," I said. "You like them with a lot of hair on their heads but none between their legs, right? I asked as I again winked and smiled. "Bald is nice," he said as he laughed. I learned what I needed from him so it was time to move away before I shoved my fist down the smug bastards throat. "I have to circulate now. Got to make sure that no one is here that ain't supposed to be here. If you have any problems just come find me. I'll be around," I said. I was muttering profanities under my breath as I walked away from him. When I got back to the other side of the room the band had started to play and a man approach Kathy and asked her to dance. She very nicely but firmly turned him down and then grabbed my arm and dragged me out to the dance floor before I had a chance to sit. As we danced I kept an eye on Mr. Benson to make sure he wasn't watching us. I didn't want him to figure out I was Kathy's husband yet. I was still formulating my plans and didn't want them blown before they were even complete. I was still trying to figure the last few pieces of the puzzle I was dealing with and it was already 9:30. My nervous stress was causing my stomach to do flips. The song ended and I started to move back toward the table where Kathy had been sitting when the band started playing a slow song. Kathy pulled me back onto the dance floor and was holding me close to her. Kathy always did like to dance close to me but it seemed that this time she was trying get inside me. She was holding me so tightly that it was uncomfortable. At one point during the dance I noticed the Benson was looking at me and seemed to be a little uptight. I smiled at him and gave him a thumbs up sign and then tried to ignore him. I wondered if seeing me dancing with Kathy made him suspicious that I wasn't who I had claimed to be but by then I no longer cared. When that dance ended we headed back to the table. I was just sitting down when I saw Greg Bartlett approaching us and he was carrying a small package in his hand. He pulled Kathy aside and whispered something to her and handed her the package and then left. Kathy came back over to the table holding the package behind her back and bent down to speak to me. "I have to go to the girl's room," she said. When I looked up at her I could see something in her eyes that made me feel sick. "Don't do it," I said. "Don't do what?" I grabbed Kathy's arm and held it as I looked into her eyes. "You know what I am talking about. You know I am not stupid. I know what's going on here. Stop it now." "I don't know what you are talking about," she said. "I just have to go to the girl's room." Kathy pulled her arm away from me and I watched her walk away. She didn't look back. While she was gone I reviewed what I knew and what I had figured out from the things I had seen. For me the problem started the first time Kathy referred to Mr. Hanson as Jack. That had bothered me but things didn't start to escalate until the sudden onset of Kathy's depression. That's when she told me that the National Pharmaceutical deal was in jeopardy and that if it failed it was going to be her fault even thought she didn't do anything wrong. Then there were all of the meetings with Bartlett and Hanson and a meeting with the customer. Kathy seemed to be tracking her menstrual cycle, or somebody's, and according to her calendar that night was a fertile night. I still couldn't make sense out of that because Kathy was still on the pill. Then there was the argument we had about her shaving her pussy. Kathy never told me the truth about why she was going to do that and I never told her what I had seen earlier that evening when I was standing on the porch. That I had watched her through the window while my world crumbled around me. What I saw was Kathy standing in the nude in our living room and I was thinking about how beautiful she was when I saw a hand reach out from the chair she was standing next to and cup the left cheek of Kathy's buttocks. She flinched a little and I could see her gluteus muscles tighten as the man's fingers tried to work their way into her crack. The fingers stopped moving for a moment and Kathy's muscles seemed to relax. Then the fingers delved deeper into her crack and started moving lower going down between her legs. I had continued to watch as Kathy turned toward the chair and the man's hand moved around to her front and was running up and down through her pubic hair. Then I found out who the hand belonged to. Jack Hanson leaned out from the chair and kissed Kathy on her stomach. I only heard a little of what was said before I went to the garage and opened the door. I didn't want to walk into the house with her standing in the nude in front of another man. I couldn't handle that so by opening the garage door I alerted them that I was home and gave them time to stop what they were doing. As I headed upstairs to confront Kathy I peeked out the front door in time to see Hanson scurrying, like the rat bastard that he is, across the street to his car. My guess was that Benson got a look at Kathy and decided he wanted her and made that clear to Hanson. She was the deal breaker. I further guessed that Benson had demanded that she shave her pussy for him. I didn't spend much time trying to figure out why all this was happening I only knew that I had to stop it before it went to far. The fact that Bartlett and Hanson were up to their necks in this made it necessary for me to somehow fuck up their plans and try to screw them over in the process. The last piece of all this was Kathy's trip to the lady's room. I was sure that the package that Bartlett had handed Kathy contained shaving cream and a razor. Kathy was now in the lady's room shaving her pussy so that she could give Benson the perk he had asked for. Well, fuck her too. It was 9:45 and Kathy hadn't returned to the table yet. I was getting tense because I was running out of time. I still had not come up with a clear plan of action so I got up to go find Kathy with the idea that I was going to physically drag her out of the building and take her home and deal with the fallout later. As I started toward the door the band announced that they were taking a break and an idea popped into my head. I looked around quickly and noted that Benson, Bartlett and Hanson were now all standing together by the bar so I had the audience I wanted. I walked over to the band as they were putting their instruments down and spoke to the lead singer. "Can you leave your mike hot?" I asked. "I want to make a few announcements." "Sure, no problem," he replied and handed me his wireless mike. It's already hot, just flip the switch on the side and you will be good to go." "Thanks." I paced back and forth for a minute trying to think of what I wanted to say and then I took a deep breath and turned the microphone on. "Can I have everyone's attention please?" I started. I could see many of the guests turning to look in my direction but there was still a lot on noise in the room. "Can I have your attention please?" I repeated. The noise began to dwindle down to just a few people talking. As I looked around I saw Kathy returning from the lady's room. Then I looked over at the triumvirate of assholes Benson, Bartlett and Hanson. The three of them were looking at me with curious expressions on their faces. "Can I get everyone's attention?" The room was now quiet. Kathy was standing in the doorway staring at me. "Thank you. I just want to take a few minutes to talk to all of you on this special occasion. First, I wanted to say what a great party this is. Let's give a round of applause to the people that put this party on for us." Almost everyone started to applaud and Kathy started walking slowly toward me. Her expression was that of fear.. "I have had a few drinks and I am feeling pretty good right now so I hope the words come out right. The reason I wanted to talk to you was to share some things that are going on with me and my wonderful wife Kathy." I gave Kathy a look and smiled at her then I turned to look the three assholes standing at the bar. I couldn't tell what they were thinking but they didn't look happy. "First, I want to share some good news with all of you. Kathy and I are going to have a baby." Many of the guests began to applaud. Kathy's hands went up to cover her face, which would have looked like mild embarrassment to anyone who didn't know what was really happening. Hanson looked angry, Bartlett confused but I couldn't read Benson.