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Mistakes Were Made

By: K.K.



Chapter One

I have always thought of myself as a fairly intelligent person but events of late have made me question whether my self assessment is correct. I think that as you read my account of these events you may begin to think that my elevator no longer visits the penthouse. 

Let me begin by telling you about my wife and myself. Brenda and I met, shortly after I we got out of college, at a party at a mutual friends house. We started talking and things just kind of clicked. We became friends almost immediately. As we talked we found that we had a lot in common. We like some of the same authors, movies and music and shared similar political views. I saw Brenda several times during the month following the party but never on an actual date. Romance kind of snuck up on us all at once. 

At first I wasn't sure how I felt about Brenda. Even though I could see that Brenda was a beautiful woman, she is five feet five inches tall, 110 pounds, blonde hair and the most beautiful blue eyes, we hit it off as friends so quickly that I thought of her as a friend not a potential lover. Then one night Brenda invited me to go along with three friends of hers to a local coffee shop to hear a poet that Brenda's friends were excited about. After listening to this guy go on for more than an hour about some guy named Prothro and how he lived at peace with nature and communed with the animals in the forest and the fish in the sea or some such crap, I was nearly bored to tears. I didn't want to say anything because the others all seemed to have enjoyed the poems he recited. You know, I always thought that if a poem made no sense at all, the least it could do is rhyme. This guys poems did neither but Brenda's friend's were going on about how profound the poems were and how they loved the hidden metaphors in his prose. What the hell is a hidden metaphor? Well that was it for me. I didn't want to say anything to burst their intellectual bubble so I said that I had to get home because I had to get up early the next day. 

As I stood to leave Brenda jumped up and said that she also had an early day and asked me if I could give her a ride home. As soon as we got outside Brenda started laughing. I asked her what was so funny and she said, "I just couldn't wait to get you alone so we could discuss those hidden metaphors. I guess if they enjoyed the poetry I shouldn't make fun of them but.... Wasn't that the worst load of crap you have ever sat through?" 

Now we were both laughing and then kissing. I don't really know the exact moment I decided to kiss her but when I did it was as though she was thinking the same thing at the same time. I drove her back to her apartment and walked her to the door and we kissed again. When we broke off the kiss Brenda looked like she didn't know what she wanted to do. I could tell she wasn't sure if she wanted to ask me in or not so I made it easier for her. I said, "I don't know if there is anything I can say or do to make this moment any better than it already is so I think I should go home now." I kissed Brenda again and asked, "Can I call you?" She said that she would be upset if I didn't. 

On the way home I thought about what had happened and was surprised by my behavior. Normally with an opportunity like that my only thought would be how I would get her into bed, but with Brenda the only thing I could think of was how do I make sure I don't screw this up. Somehow I knew that waiting for the right moment would be far better than trying to get Brenda into bed that night. 

As soon as I got home I called her. We ended up talking for nearly two hours. At first we didn't talk about what had happened between us that evening but we couldn't avoid the subject. I told Brenda that I wasn't sure what I was feeling but I knew that something important had happened between us and I wanted to see what it meant. Brenda said that she felt exactly the same way. She also said, "I think we need to move slowly. I'm afraid that if we go to fast we might ruin a good thing." 

I agreed and suggested that we wait at least a month before we try taking our new relationship to bed. Then Brenda said, "What makes you think you'll ever get me into bed?" 

I was stunned by that remark until I realized that she was laughing. I responded with, "I wasn't planning on taking you to bed, I figured it would be the other way around." 

Two weeks later I was at Brenda's apartment for dinner and a movie. She had rented a movie I had never heard of and five minutes after it started I understood why. It was so bad it had to have gone directly to video because no one would ever have gone to a theater to watch this movie. Anyway we started making fun of the characters and the plot and when a love scene came on we imitated what the two actors where doing. I was kissing Brenda the way the guy in the movie was kissing his girl friend when the guy in the movie pushed his hand up under the girls skirt. Brenda wasn't wearing a skirt, she was wearing slacks so I slid my hand up the inside of her thigh. And when I got to the top of her leg I didn't stop. For the first time since I had met Brenda I had my hand pressed against her mound. Of course her pants and panties prevented me from actually making flesh to flesh contact with her pussy. In spite of the layers of cotton I could feel the heat from her love nest and I got an erection that threatened to tear the zipper out of my pants. 

Brenda made no attempt to pull away or to discourage me in any way. Then after a very long and passionate kiss Brenda whispered in my ear, "A month is way to long. I think two weeks is about right." 

Once more Brenda and I agreed. 

I removed my hand from between her legs and began to open her blouse. When I had all of the buttons opened I pulled the tail of her blouse out of her slacks and helped her remove it. With her bra still on I fondled her breasts and lightly bit her nipples through the lacy material. When I could see that her nipples were both hard I pulled the straps of her bra off of her shoulders and pulled the cups of the bra down exposing her lovely breast. I kissed and nibbled on her breasts for several minutes until Brenda was breathing hard. Then Brenda pushed me away. For a second I thought she had changed her mind and wanted me to stop but instead she breathlessly said, "Help my get my pants off." 

I unbuttoned her pants and then pulled the zipper down. Then Brenda lifted herself off the sofa so that I could pull her pants down her legs and off over her feet. I tossed them into a chair. Now Brenda was sitting next to me in just her bra and panties. Her bra was already halfway off so I unsnapped it in the back and removed it completely. As I started kissing Brenda again I pushed my hand inside her panties and began to play my fingers through the soft silky hair on her pubic mound. As my fingers got close to touching the soft lips of her vagina Brenda began to wiggle her hips as she tried to cause contact between my fingers and the fleshy mound that formed her vulva. 

As I moved my fingers farther down I felt her pussy lips separate and I felt the wetness within. As I tentatively slipped one finger inside her aroused pussy Brenda's body stiffened and she cooed, "Yes, touch me there." 

So I touched her there and everywhere else between her legs and as I pushed a second finger inside her, Brenda erupted into orgasm. As her passion peaked Brenda began pulling on my shirt and I had to help her before she popped all of the buttons off. Once she had my shirt off she quickly hand my pants opened and was pulling them off me. After she had me naked, Brenda wrapped her fingers around my cock and stared at it as she stroked it up and down. From the look on her face you would think that she had never scene one before so I made the comment, "You look as though you have never seen a cock before." 

Without looking up Brenda said, "I have never scene one that I wanted this much before." She lifted her head up and kissed me then said, "I have to feel you inside me now." Then she lay down on the sofa. I pulled her panties off and Brenda spread her legs so I could get on the sofa between them. As I lay down on top of Brenda I guided my cock to her moist opening and pushed myself inside. She was tight which made it extremely hard for me to stay in control. It took all of my self control to last just five minutes but I was proud that I was able to give her a second orgasm before I climaxed inside her. 

As we lay in each others arms afterward we both knew we were in love and that it was definitely the real thing. 

After our third sexual encounter I began wondering how much sexual experience did Brenda have before me so, as we lay there in the after glow of our love making I asked Brenda about her previous sexual relationships. I wasn't sure she would be willing to talk about them but I asked anyway. Brenda said, "If you are sure you want to hear about this I will tell you." 

I thought for a moment and wondered if maybe the past was better left alone but in the end I wanted to know so I said that I was sure. 

She said, "Three were just three guys before you. The first was in my freshman year at college. By the time I graduated from high school most of my friends had already lost their virginity. But with my mothers encouragement I had decided to wait until I was older and the right guy came along. Then I discovered that almost all of the girls I was meeting at college had already lost their virginity and I began to wonder what I was waiting for so I decided that I was ready and I began looking for the right guy to be my first. 

I met Tommy in one of my classes. I didn't hid the fact that I might be interested in him but it still took him till almost November before he finally asked me out. By our third date I had decided that I was going to have sex with him. I didn't want to take any chances on getting pregnant so I was going to insist that Tommy wear a condom. So, when he called me to tell me what time he was going to pick me up that night I asked him if he had any condoms. I think I heard him choke. He stuttered a little and said that he would have condoms. Are you sure you want to hear all of this? " 

"Absolutely." 

"Okay then... I was nervous all evening thinking about what I was going to do later but in spite of my own condition, I sensed that Tommy was even more nervous. Anyway, when the moment of truth came I watched in fascination as Tommy tried to put the condom on. He obviously had never used one before and didn't know how to put it on. I was no help as I had never even seen one before. Finally after several attempts to roll the thing on he got it in place just as he climaxed. I didn't know anything about these matters so I was unaware of what had happened until a very embarrassed Tommy tried to explain why he no longer had an erection. Looking at his sad face and listening to him explain his premature ejaculation I couldn't help myself, I started to laugh. 

"He got over his embarrassment about a half hour later and was able to put the second condom on successfully them we did it. It wasn't very exciting but I had accomplished what I had wanted to do. I don't know why but Tommy never called me again and I didn't really care." 

The second guy was Tony. I dated Tony for about two months and we had sex maybe six times. We broke up when I found out he was sneaking out with another girl behind my back. Sex with Tony had never been very good I kept thinking that it was my fault if I didn't enjoy it and I would have to figure out what I was doing wrong. So when I met Jack I was determined that I was going to get better at sex. I learned quickly that it wasn't me after all. I enjoyed sex with Jack right from the very first time. Although our sex was good it was pretty straight forward. It was just foreplay then intercourse. Jack and I broke up just before graduation. The sex just wasn't good enough to outweigh the fact that we really didn't like each other all that much. After Jack there was nobody till I met you. What's your story?" 

I said, "I am no more experienced that you. I have had a few one night stands but I have only had one long term relationship and that was in college. That lasted for nearly two years but she never liked sex so I was lucky if we had sex twice a month. I guess this means that we will have to learn the joys of sex together. So you have never had oral sex? Do you think you would like to try it?" 

We started kissing again. As I worked my way down to her nipples I began thinking about performing oral sex on Brenda and realized that the idea was getting me very excited. I kissed my way down over Brenda's belly and stopped just above her pubic hair. Then I asked Brenda, "Would you like me to kiss your pussy?" 

"I don't now… Maybe… If you want to." 

I planted little kisses in her pubic hair and moved down between her legs. Then I was there. Closer than I had ever been to a vagina. I stared at it for a moment and decided that I liked the way it looked.  As I began to make my first tentative licks across her vulva I remembered that I had already climaxed inside her earlier but I was to aroused to stop and I could tell that Brenda didn't want me to stop so I plunged ahead. I pushed my tongue into her pussy and tasted our mixed juices for the first time. I loved eating her and didn't care that I was eating some of my own cum in the process. It amazed me how quickly I was able to bring Brenda to orgasm with my tongue. 

When it was over Brenda said that it felt wonderful and asked if I would like her to do the same for me. I told her that if she was willing to do it I would love it. Brenda slid her head down over my chest and stopped when her face was just inches from my cock. She took my cock in her hand and started turning it this way and that examining it from ever angle then finally she flicked her tongue out and gave the head a quick lick. I guessed that she was sampling the taste to see if she could handle it. She gave my cock a couple more quick licks then she wrapped her lips around the head and slowly took my cock into her mouth. She was able to get about half of it in then she backed off. Soon she was stroking my cock with her month, stopping every now and then to run her tongue up and down my shaft then she would take my cock back into her mouth. When I felt that I was about to cum I warned Brenda and she pulled my cock from her mouth and continued stroking it with her hand until I exploded in orgasm. Brenda seemed fascinated by the sight of my cock jerking and spewing my semen. She continued slowly stroking as my semen ran down over her fingers. When I was done, Brenda went to the bathroom and got a wet towel and cleaned me up. When she had wiped the last of the cum off my balls she kissed me and said, "We're going to have lots of fun aren't we?" 

I had to agree with that. 

We dated for another six months during which time our love continued to grow. Our friendship also grew. When I needed to talk to someone it was Brenda I talked to and Brenda always came to me when she needed to talk about anything. It seemed that in all cases that we would rather be together than with anyone else. Our relationship fell into a comfortable routine consisting of dinner out and or a movie then back to one of our apartments for sex then we would just lay in bed together and talk. 

Other events that happened during this time were that Brenda got a good job with a large company in the banking and finance business in Burbank and I started my own business. More accurately, I bought my own business. Ever since I got out of high school I dreamed of owning my own business. I had some money left to me by my grandfather so I was ready when I found the opportunity. One day as I was on my way to work in Burbank I saw a for sale sign in the window of an equipment rental company. Out of curiosity I stopped and went into the rental store. The store consisted of a counter that was about six feet long and three and a half feet high with a couple of stools in front of it. Behind the counter stood a short bald man. He looked to be about seventy years old. He was on the phone shouting at someone, "No. I told you I ain't got any.... No. I don't know who has any. What do you think? I'm the fuckin Yellow Pages. Look it up yourself... Okay, I'll send the rest of your order over this afternoon." Then without saying good bye he hung up the phone. 

His demeanor changed when he looked at me and asked, "What can I do for you?" 

I said, "This may be a stupid question but..." 

"I hear stupid questions all day so one more ain't gonna kill me. Whata ya need?" 

I said, "I saw your for sale sign and was wondering what business you're in." 

"I'm in the fuckin rental business whaddaya think? Didn't ya see the sign outside?" 

"I mean, what is it you rent?" 

"I rent hardware to the television and movie companies." 

"What kind of hardware?" 

The old guy said, "I rent sound booms, lighting equipment, tables, chairs whatever they need when they're shooting on location." 

"I always thought the studios had all of that stuff." 

"They do, but not enough. Sometimes when they have more than one project going on they need to get extra equipment. Why? You want top buy my company?" 

I said, "I am looking for a business I can buy and run myself. Is this a good business? I mean can I make a living renting equipment to movie studios?" 

"Hell yes. This is a great business if yer willin to work hard. I'm too old to keep up with this any more. I had ta cutback on inventory a few years ago so I could handle the job but now it's time for me to retire. You think you might want ta buy me out?" 

I said, "I don't know if I am ready to make that big of a jump yet. I would need to look at your books and learn something about this business first." 

The old man said, "Tell you what. You come work for me for a couple of months, learn the business and then decide. One thing though. You come to work for me I make you do most of the work. Otherwise what's the point?”

I could go on a lot longer here but suffice to say I ended up buying the business. 

The night I signed the papers to take over the company I asked Brenda to marry me. The next year was pretty hectic. Between making wedding plans and trying to grow my new business there wasn't time for much of anything else but it was all worth it. Our wedding went off without a hitch and my business was getting better all of the time. 

Over the next few years Brenda and I settled nicely into married life. We had our struggles like all young married couples but because we loved and trusted each other we were able to get through those difficulties. 

After three years my business had gotten to a point where I couldn't seem to make it grow anymore. Then one day when Brenda had stopped by the office to have lunch with me, one of my competitors stopped in. John runs a business that does pretty much the same thing I do so I  was surprised to see John in my store. He looked a little upset. I said, "Hi John, what brings you in here?" 

John said, "Gary, I'm in trouble. I contracted to fill an order for WB and I just found out I don't have two telescoping sound booms that I promised them. I forgot that they were out on another contract and wouldn't be back for a couple more weeks. I hate to do this but is there anyway you can help me out?" 

He was right, he was in big trouble. You blow an order with these folks and it'll be a long time before you get another chance to rent anything to them. I was thinking about how to handle this when Brenda said that she needed to discuss something with me. I excused myself and went into the back room with Brenda. 

Brenda asked me what I was going to do. I said I hadn't decided. Then she said, "I think you should help him and don't try to talk advantage of his situation. You may need his help some day." 


Mistakes Were Made



She was right o course. I went back out to John and said, "I have two booms I can let you have for this contract." 

John looked surprised. "How much you want for them?" 

I said, "Why don't we just split the rental fee. That will give us both something on the deal." 

I couldn't believe the size of the smile on John's face as we headed back to load the two booms on his truck. When we had theme loaded, John said, "You know you saved my life here?” 

I said, "Someday I could find myself in a similar situation and I would hope I could come to you for assistance." 

After that John often came to me when he needed help filling an order and soon word seemed to get out that if you were in a jam, call Gary. I found myself not only helping competitors fill orders with equipment from my warehouse but when someone needed something I didn't have I had developed a network of contacts I could call on to get what was needed. Within a year it seemed that I had friends at every entertainment equipment supplier and every movie studio in the Los Angeles area. I guess you might say I was a success. 

All that was seven years ago. Now Brenda and I have been married nearly eight years and everything was great until four months ago. The trouble all started one morning shortly after the clock radio came on. Brenda and I were just waking up when Brenda said that she had strange dream. I asked her about it and she said that she had been a bad girl in her dream. That caught my attention. I asked, "What do you mean you were a bad girl? What did you do?" 

Brenda said, "In my dream I was in bed with another man." 

I asked, "Were you having sex with him?" 

"It was just a dream." 

I could see that Brenda didn't want to say that she had sex in her dream so I teased her a little. "How big was his cock?" 

Even through my sleepy eyes I could see Brenda was blushing. She said, "I didn't see him naked I was just... You know with him in bed." 

"Who was he?" 

"It was a guy from work. I don't really know him, he is just someone I see at the office occasionally." 

"What's his name?" 

"Chris Parker." 

"Did you ever have a dream like that before?" 

"No. That's what made it so strange." 

I teased her for a little while longer then I got into the shower. By the time I finished my breakfast I had pushed Brenda's dream out of my mind and replaced it with thoughts about work. 

The subject of Brenda's dream didn't come up again for several days and it wasn't Brenda I was talking to when it came up. I was having lunch with Bill Jackson, a buyer for one of the studios I service. Bill is quite the ladies man. Seems like he is always talking about a new woman in his life. That day at lunch Bill started to tell me about a dream he had. When he finished I told him about Brenda's dream expecting to get a laugh out of it. When I finished the story Bill said, "You better keep an eye on her." 

I asked what he meant and he said, "When I have a dream like that it's because I am sexually attracted to that person. Every time I wake up after a dream like that I can't get the person in the dream out of my mind. I think that is probably true for anyone including your wife." 

I was getting a little angry with Bill. I didn't like him talking about Brenda that way, but I felt a certain truth in what he said. I have had dreams like that and I know when I wake up I can't get the person out of my head for a while. As I mulled this over I was suddenly aware that Bill was still talking. He was saying, "As a matter of fact one time I had sex with the object in one of my dreams the same day. As a matter of fact that was what ended my first marriage. " 

I said, "First marriage? You've been married more than once?" 

"I'm on my third marriage now. But this one is almost over. She thinks I am cheating on her." 

"Are you?" 

"Of course I am, but she doesn't know that for sure." 

As I got up from the table to go back to work Bill said, Remember what I said, she wants him. That's why she dreamed about him. You better keep an eye on her." 

That pissed me off. I said, Brenda's not like that. She would never cheat on me." 

"I hope you're right." 

When I got back to my office I kept thinking about what Bill had said. I couldn't believe that Brenda would be sexually interested in another man. But if she wasn't interested why did she dream about him? Then the answer hit me. The times I had dreams like that I would wake up aroused by the dream but I never pursued any of the girls I dreamed about. Usually once I was fully awake I would forget about dream. I decided that this was the case with Brenda. 

That evening as I was making love to Brenda I had a sudden picture of Brenda with another man. I had just lifted Brenda's nightgown up over her hips and I was kissing the inside of her thighs and was working my way up to her soft, blond fuzz covered vulva. I forced that thought from my head as I ran my tongue up over her vulva and used the tip of my tongue to separate her lips. 

Once I had Brenda near orgasm and well lubricate I move up on top of her and pushed my cock into her hot tunnel. I pulled Brenda toward so that we rolled onto our sides and as I slowly pump my hard member into her I looked into Brenda's face and asked her, "Have you had any more nasty dreams lately?" 

Brenda looked puzzled. "What nasty dreams?" 

"Like the one you had about Chris Parker." 

"What? Are you still thinking about that? I had forgotten all about it. No, I haven't had any more dreams like that. Why do you ask?" 

"Just curious. What dose Chris Parker look like?" 

"Oh I get it. You're jealous. Well you don't have anything to be jealous about. I have no interest in Chris Parker." 

"Well why do you think you dreamed about him?" 

"You know what dreams are like. There are lots of times I see people in a dream and when I wake up I can't figure out why I dreamed about them." 

I said, That's true but most of those dreams aren't sexual dreams." 

Brenda kissed me and said, "You don't have anything to worry about. You know I would never cheat on you. If you really want to know, Chris is in his forties, he's shorter than me, and he weighs about 170 pounds and slightly balding. He is not my type at all." 

I felt much better. Not just because Chris Parker wasn't an Adonis, but because Brenda never had lied to me and if she promised that she would never cheat on my I believed her. 

One other thing struck me about that moment and that was how horny I was. Contemplating the possibility of Brenda being interested in another man did not affect my libido, at least not in a negative way. 

I was able to put the whole thing out on my mind for the next couple of weeks. That's when Brenda got a promotion to a supervisory position. With the promotion Brenda got her own office. Brenda called me from work to tell me the good news and insisted that we go out to dinner to celebrate. She told me to come over to see her new office then we would go out to dinner. 

Although I had been in Brenda's building many times over the last few years I had never been on the fifth floor where her new office was located. When I got off of the elevator I was in the center of a large open area filled cubicles made with modular furniture. The walls of the cubicles were about five feet high so you couldn't see who was in them. The managers and supervisors offices were along the outside walls of the building. Brenda's new office was in the back right hand side of the building next to the corner office. As I walked down a passage way between rows of cubicles one of the name tags caught my eye. I wasn't consciously looking at the name tags but Chris Parker's name just jumped out at me. I backed up and looked in at the man sitting the cubicle. He had his back to me and was on the phone. Although I didn't want him to turn around and see me I couldn't seem to make myself move and before I could recover my composure he put the phone down, stood up and turned to face me. He asked if he could help me. 

I stammered for a second and managed to say, "I just saw the name Chris Parker on the name tag here," while I pointed at the tag next to the opening to the cubicle. "I went to college with a Chris Parker. Your obviously not the Chris Parker I knew, is this your cube." 

"Yea, I'm Chris Parker. There's probably a lot of Chris Parkers' around and I'm the one you don't know." Then he turned and sat back down at his desk. 

I was very disturbed as I walked away for Parker's cubicle. Not only because he was a rude asshole but because he was six feet tall, very athletic looking, had a full head of dark hair and couldn't be much more than 30 years old. 

When I got to Brenda's office I was confused and a little angry. Brenda had lied when she described Parker to me. Now I was going to have to find out why. When I walked into her office I lost most of my angry. Brenda was genuinely happy to see me and I just couldn't stay mad. She was so excited about her promotion and her new office. She said, "Look, come here and look at this." She was pointing at the window behind her desk. Then she opened the blinds revealing a great view of Universal Studios. "What do you think of that?" 

Her excitement was contagious. I told her I thought it was a great view and that I was very proud of her. Then I sat in one of the chairs in front of her desk and she told me about her new duties and how much more she would be making. After twenty minutes of chit chat we left to go to dinner. 

As we started down on the elevator I casually mentioned that I had seen Chris Parker. Brenda caught my meaning immediately and she actually laughed. She said, "I guess he didn't look like I described him did he?" 

"Not exactly." 

"You know why don't you?" 

"I guess so. You thought I would be jealous so you wanted to put my mind at ease." 

"Well, what would you have thought if I described him as he really looks." 

"I guess I see your point." And I did. Brenda's demeanor told me that she had nothing to hide and I should stop worrying about Chris Parker except that I owed it to myself to be rude to him if I ever got the chance. The rest of the evening was very pleasant and we ended the night by making love slowly. 

A few days later I was having a business lunch with Bill Jackson and Andy Capra. You should remember that Bill is the buyer for one of the studios that first told me that I should keep an eye on Brenda. Andy worked for a costuming company. Andy and I were putting together a package deal to rent my sound and lighting equipment and 1000 Civil War uniforms from Andy's wardrobe. After we had completed our business we sat talking over coffee. Out of the blue Bill asked, "What ever happened with your wife and that guy she had the dream about?" 

Before I could respond Andy had jumped into the conversation, "What this about? It sounds juicy." 

I said, "Nothing happened." 

Andy looked disappointed and asked, "What kind of dream?" 

I was going to say it was nothing and leave it at that but Bill quickly told Andy the whole story. Andy seemed to really enjoy listening to the story and when Bill was done Andy turned to me an asked, "And you don't think there is a problem with this man?" 

Andy is 22 years old and could pass for 17. I like Andy as a person and the fact that he is openly gay doesn't bother me. But sometimes he acts more like a gossipy old woman than the young man that he is. I knew that he didn't mean any disrespect for me or Brenda, he just saw this a an interesting story and he wanted to know more. So thinking that none of this was important I told them about how Brenda had described Parker as a short chubby bald man and that I had seen him and he turned out to be a tall handsome man with a full head of hair and an athletic body. Then I told them that Brenda told me why she lied about him. 

When I was done Andy smiled and asked me to introduce him to Parker. I told Andy he was to good for Parker. Then Bill said, "You can't be that foolish. Your wife lies about what this guy looks like and that doesn't bother you? You need to find out what is really going on here?" 

I said, "There's nothing going on. Brenda doesn't know this guy and I am sure if she ever met him she wouldn't like him." 

Bill asked, "How can you know that?" 

I was getting annoyed with Bill again, "I know because I know Brenda." 

As I was staring at Bill I heard Andy say something but wasn't sure what. I turned and asked him what he said. 

Andy said, "I said that you should get your wife and this guy together and watch how the act around each other." 

I said, "There would be nothing to watch because there is nothing to see and even if my wife was interested in this guy, she sure as hell wouldn't do anything with me around." 

"Well, then you shouldn't be around." Bill responded. 

Then Andy said, "Right. You need to get then together somewhere that you can watch them without them knowing." 

I was getting pissed now. "I don't need to spy on my wife because there is nothing to spy on." 

Andy and Bill backed off after that, Bill said, "You know best, it's your marriage." That was the end of the conversation. 

As I drove back to my office I thought about what Bill and Andy had said to me and although I didn't agree with their assessment of the situation I was curious about how Brenda would act if she was in a social situation with Parker and I wasn't there. I didn't know how I could make that happen so I put it out of my mind. 

Actually the opportunity happened without any help from me. About a week after my meeting with Bill and Andy Brenda told me that her company was having a dinner party at the Hilton. The dinner was for employees and spouses or significant others. The dinner was the following Wednesday evening. I didn't think anything about it except that I might get a chance to be rude to Parker. I was looking forward to that. Then Wednesday afternoon I realized that this party gave me an opportunity to observe Brenda and Parker in a social situation without either of them knowing I was watching. So at five o'clock I called Brenda and told her that I had some people coming late to pick up orders and I wouldn't get to the dinner party until eight o'clock. Brenda said, "That's okay. We are supposed to go in for dinner at eight. We'll be socializing and having drinks from 6:30 until eight. 

I got to the hotel around 6:45 and found that the reception before dinner was in one of the hotel meeting rooms so I headed back to the room. I found a place where I peek in a side door to the meeting room and see in without being seen by anyone in the room. It took a few minutes to spot Brenda. She was standing with some of her friends from work. Brenda had a drink in her hand and she was talking and laughing. As I watched her it struck me how beautiful she was and how much I loved her. I continued staring at her for a while then turned my attention to finding Parker. I spotted him on the other side of the room talking to a couple of attractive women. In spite of the fact that I was sure that Brenda wasn't interested in Parker I was relieved to see that they were not talking. As I continued watching him, Parker turned away from the women he was talking to and headed across the room toward Brenda. I felt a sudden knot in my stomach as I followed his progress across the room. He passed no closer that ten feet from Brenda and never looked in her direction and Brenda never stopped the conversation she was having. Parker continued on to the bar, got three drinks and walked back to join the women he had been talking. 

I felt very foolish, especially when there was obviously nothing to see. I gave up my post and walked back around to the main door to the reception and went in and joined Brenda. 

A few nights later I stopped after work to have a beer with Bill and as we were talking Andy came in and sat with us. We were on out third beer when Bill teased me saying, "So I guess everything is good on the home front?" 

I said, "Things are great." Then like and an idiot I told them about spying on Brenda at the party. I somehow thought that when I told them how Brenda never even looked at Parker and it was quite obvious that she had no interest in him that Bill and Andy would realized that Brenda was never going to have anything to do with Parker. Boy was I wrong. 

Bill said, "That doesn't prove anything. It was a company party right? And you wife was with her friends. She couldn't very well flirt with Parker in front of her peers and then innocently sit down to dinner with you. That would cause all kinds of problems for her at work." 

Andy added, "Just think of the gossip that would generate." That thought appealed to Andy. 

Bill said, "The fact that your wife dreamed about this guy doesn't mean that there is anything going between them." 

That was the first positive thing Bill had said and I told him I agreed with him. But them he continued, "The dream just means that she is sexually attracted to him. Because she loves you she would never approach Parker but watch out if he ever starts coming on to her." 

I said, "God dam it! Brenda is not attracted to that asshole and it doesn't matter if he comes on to her or not, she would never have anything to do with him. 

Bill said, "Take it easy Gary, we’re just teasing you. You're probably right. But then again how will you ever know for sure?" 

Andy cleared his throat and said, "Well you know, there is a way he could find out what would happen. I mean find out what would happen if Parker did hit on Brenda." 

By this time we were on our fifth round of drinks and I was just drunk enough to seriously listen to Andy's idea when I should have just gone home. "How would I do that?" 

Andy looked at Bill then back at me as though we were about to get involved in a conspiracy and spoke softly so no one else could hear. "All you have to do is make Parker think that Brenda has the hots for him. Unless he is my type he will go after her." 

"What am I supposed to do, walk up to him and say 'My wife has the hots for you.'?" I responded sarcastically. 

"No. You get someone else to tell him." Andy replied. 

"I am not about to tell someone else to go tell this guy my wife is interested in him sexually. And besides you can't just walk up to the guy out of the blue and tell him that some woman has the hots for him." I couldn't believe I was even having this conversation. I knew I should go home but I was content to be one of the conspirators for a while. 

Suddenly Andy broke into a big smile and said, "I've got it. Gary, you do it. You get to know him then tell him you heard that this lady named Brenda has the hots for him." 

I said, "I can't do that. He would recognize me as Brenda's husband." 

Then Andy laughed and said, "That's just it. He wouldn't recognize you. That is after my friend Stephen gets done with you. Stephen is a makeup artist and when he fixes you up your own mother wouldn't recognize you. That way you could talk to this guy and get his trust and then tell him you heard from someone that Brenda was very interested in him. That way you could monitor his progress as he tries to seduce your wife." 

At that point I said, "You know that just might work. That is if I felt any need to try to get some guy to seduce my wife, which I don't. I'm going home. Luckily the bar we were at was within walking distance of my house because I was in no shape to drive. 

When I got home Brenda took one look at me and said, "I hope you didn't drive home." I told her I didn't, and she said, "Go to bed." Which I did and I quickly fell asleep. 

That night I had crazy dreams. Most I had trouble remembering a couple of hours after I woke up. In one that I did remember, Andy told me that he told Chris Parker that Brenda was in love with him. When I asked him why, he said, "So we can be together. You don't need Brenda. She can't  take care of you like I can." Then I remember trying to stop Brenda from seeing Parker but I was too late. I saw her kissing him only in my dream she was kissing Bill, but he was Parker. I woke up around five AM and could not get back to sleep. My stomach burned and my head hurt and I couldn't get Andy's idea of disguising myself and telling Parker that Brenda was attracted to him out of my head. I guessed that it was because I was tired and hung over that the idea appealed to me. Somehow I knew it was a stupid idea but I couldn't get it out of my head. 




Mistakes Were Made



I finally did fall asleep again and woke up at eight o'clock. I had to rush to shower and dress and I skipped breakfast to get to work on time. I own the business so it wouldn't be a big deal if I am late for work but I don't want to set that kind of example for my employees. So I got to work at nine o'clock and slipped out at ten to get some breakfast. While I sat by myself eating my country breakfast I thought over the conversations from the night before with Andy and Bill and the dreams I had. Somehow through all of this I arrived at the conclusion that maybe it would be a good idea to see if it could be feasible to give Parker a push in Brenda's direction. After all when she rejected him I would be a winner on more than one level. First, it would show me that Brenda was a true and faithful wife, second, it would be a slap in the face for Parker to be rejected and then I wouldn't have to look for a chance to be rude to him. Third, it would prove to Bill and Andy that I was right about Brenda all along. I knew that whatever I did I didn't want Bill and Andy to know anything about it till it was all over, so I couldn't ask for their help. I really didn't need there help anyway. I had my own connections that I could go to for help with a disguise and I wouldn't have to explain what I needed it for. 

I started planning what I would need to do if I decided to go forward with this scheme. The more I thought about it the more excited I got by the idea of playing a game on everyone. Kind of like playing private detective. So, sitting there with my mouth full of eggs and toast I decided to have give my plan a try.. 

The first thing I had to do was find out how I could get close to Chris Parker. I would have to spend some time talking to him to get his confidence before I tried to plant the idea that Brenda liked him in his head. If I couldn't work that part our there was no point in going any farther with the scheme. So starting that night after work I sat in my car across the street from the building that Brenda and Parker worked in. When Parker came out I waited to see what kind of car he drove. When I saw him get into a 1999 Monte Carlo I was ready to follow him except that he turned in the opposite direction I was facing and I couldn't get turned around in time to follow him. 

The next night I was there again, only this time I was ready to follow him in the direction he went the previous night. When I saw Parker get into his car I started my engine and was on his tail as soon as he pulled onto the street. I was getting a charge out of following him. It added a little excitement to my life. I followed Parker for about ten blocks then he pulled into a strip shopping center. I pulled in and parked where I could watch him. He got out of his car and went into a bar call The Rack Room. 

I got out of my car and went over and peeked in the window. I couldn't see much except a couple of pool tables. I opened the door and took a quick look inside. Parker was just sitting down at the bar so I closed the door and went home. I followed Parker almost every night for the next two weeks and he stopped at that same bar almost every night. So now I knew where to find him. 

The next step was to get a good disguise. For that I contacted a guy I knew who worked in the wardrobe and make up department of one of the studios. I had helped him out a couple of times so he owed me a favor. I called he and asked if he could help me with a disguise. Barry never asked me what I wanted it for he just asked if I could stop over around noon and he would see what he could put together for me. 

By the time Barry was done I didn't recognize myself. I had light brown hair instead of my dark brown. He added a little fulness to my face with some fake skin and then added a beard and mustache to hid the fake skin. Then he made me an inch taller with lifts for my shoes. When I looked in the mirror I asked him how he did it and he just said, "Movie magic." 

Then came the hard part. I had to learn to put this stuff on myself. Barry had me go through the process three times and then said I was ready to fool the world. I thanked Barry and headed back to my office. Barry never did ask me why I needed the disguise. 

That evening after work I put on the wig and face hair and the lifts and went to a bar that Bill Jackson usually stopped at after work. When I walked in Bill was standing at the bar talking to an attractive woman. I walked over and stood directly in front to Bill and ordered a beer and as I turned to walk away from the bar I looked directly into Bill's face then I smiled and gave him a nod and walked away. I knew that he had no idea who I was. The next test would be Brenda. If I could fool her I could fool anyone. 

On Saturday morning I told Brenda I had to go to my office to catch up on paper work. I did this because I knew that Brenda would be going grocery shopping later and I wanted to be ready for her. At my office I put on my disguise and drove back home and parked where Brenda wouldn't see me but I would see her when she headed out to the store. Luckily I didn't have to wait long. I gave Brenda a five minute head start then I headed to the Ralph’s where Brenda does the shopping. 

I found Brenda in the produce isle. I walked up in front of her and stopped to look at the fresh vegetables. Brenda had to get around me to get to the items she wanted so she looked directly at me and said, "Excuse me. Can I get by?" 

I move out of the way and waved my hand as if to say “You may pass." 

Brenda said, "Thank you," and went on about her business. 

She didn't recognize me. It was time to start working on Parker. 

MISTAKES WERE MADE By KK  Chapter Two

The following Monday after work I put on the disguise and went to the bar I had followed Parker to on several occasions. He was there when I walked in. He was shooting pool by himself so I got a beer and went over and asked him if he wanted to play. He said, "For a beer?" 

I said, "Sure." 

We played three times I won twice he won once. As we were drinking a beer after the last game I introduced my self as Glen Jackson and he said he was Chris Parker. We talked for a while and I asked him where he worked. When he told me I said, "Some of my girlfriend's friends work there." I left it at that. 

I went to the bar a couple more times that week and played pool with Chris and talked for awhile. On Monday of the following week I started things rolling. Chris and I were playing our second game of pool when I said, "Oh, I almost forgot. Do you know a girl named Brenda Peyton?" 

"She's one of the supervisors at our office. Why?" 

"Is she good looking?" 

"Yeah, I'd say she is quite attractive." 

"Have you ever thought about asking her out?" 

Chris shook his head and said, "No. I don't rally know her I just see her around the office and she's married" 

"So?" 

"Well it's just kind of risky to hit on a superior at you office especially when she is married. It could be a costly mistake. Anyway, why all the questions about Mrs. Peyton?" 

I said, "Well I was out the other night with my girlfriend when we ran into some friends of hers. I didn't know them but two of them work at your office. I asked them if they knew you and they said they knew of you but didn't know you personally. Then one of them said that it was funny that I mentioned you because there had been a discussion about you at work that day. It seems that this Peyton broad told a friend that she thought you were very sexy and she wouldn't mind getting a taste of you." 

"Wow. She really said that?" 

"Well, I can't say for sure, but that's what this girl told us the other night. I don't know why she would make it up. If you want I will ask my girlfriend to try and get some more information from her friends." 

"If you would I’d appreciate it. If she was willing I would jump her in a minute." 

I asked him if he was married and he said, "Not married but I live with my girlfriend. But I sneak out on her occasionally and I certainly would if I got a chance to stick my meat into Brenda Peyton." 

It was getting very difficult for me to act friendly when all I wanted was to knock his teeth out. When we finished shooting pool I said I had to leave then I said, "I will see what my girlfriend Can find out for you." 

After that I thought about dropping the whole thing. The idea of that asshole hitting on my wife mad me a little sick. But then I thought that if he did hit on her and was a little too persistent he might get himself fired which wouldn't bother me in the least. In the end I decided to continue with my plan. 

The next time I saw Chris I told him that my girlfriend had confirmed what her friend told her. That in fact Brenda Peyton had told a friend or friends that she felt a strong sexual attraction for him. 

The funny thing was that Chris said he wanted to act on this but didn't know how. He asked me if he should call Brenda and tell her he heard that she was interested in him and did she want to get together with him. 

I said, "That is a bad idea. If you do that you'll scare her off. You can never tell her you know what she told her friends. What you should do is just start finding reasons to run into her around the office. When you do give her a friendly greeting and then start complementing her on the way she dresses or the way she has her hair. Then after you have established a friendly relationship you can go to her office and tell her you need to talk to her. Then tell her you find her very attractive and you can't get her out of your mind. Then ask her if she would stop after work for a drink some night. Make sure you tell it is just for a drink and nothing more. 

"If she tells you that she is married and that she would never go out with you, just apologize for disturbing her and say that you won't bother her again and then drop the whole thing. But if she is not emphatic in rejecting your invitation you continue your pursuit. If she says she can't do that because she is married you say that you just want to get together for a drink. Then tell her to at least think about it. After that retreat from her office. Give her a few days and start again. Once you get her to agree to go out with you you're almost as good as in bed with her." 

Chris thought for a minute and then said, "I could do that. I like the idea. I'll do it." 

That night when I got home Brenda was in bed asleep. As I watched her sleep it struck me that maybe I had gone to far. I decided then that I wouldn't go back to The Rack Room again. If I stopped encouraging Chris he might just drop the whole thing. 

For the next two weeks I came home after work every night. Every night as I sat and watched television with Brenda I wondered if Chris had tried to talk to her. The more I thought about it the more I wanted to know if he did, but I couldn't exactly ask Brenda about it. Finally I figured the only way I could find out what was happening was to go back to the Rack Room and ask Chris. 

The following night I went back to the Rack Room. When I got there Chris wasn't there and I began to worry that maybe he actually got Brenda to agree to go have a drink with him. Then I thought better of that. Brenda would never go out with him. So I waited. About ten minutes later Chris came in. 

He came over to me and slapped me on the shoulder and said, "Hey, I haven't seen ya in a couple of weeks. Where you been?" 

"Been getting some overtime. What have you been up to?" 

"Remember when we talked about what I should do about that girl at work that has the hots for me?" 

"Yeah, Have you had any luck with that?" 

To my surprise he said, "Actually it's going pretty good. At first she acted like it was out of the question and I must have been crazy to even suggest that we have drinks. But then after I talked to her a few more times I got the feeling that she might change her mind. Then I asked her again today and she said that she would stop for a drink tomorrow night. She said she would stay for only one drink but I am halfway home." 

All I could think was 'Oh God now what do I do?' Well, I didn't do anything. I just sat there and listened as this asshole was telling me what a fine ass my wife has. I wanted to hit him but because I couldn't do that I didn't do anything. 

I didn't sleep well that night. I wondered if Brenda would actually go out for a drink with him and would it lead to anything else. I was sick with worry all the next day. Brenda didn't say anything I couldn’t question her. She never said that she was going to be late or that she had someplace to go after work. If she had I could have asked her where and why and she would have been forced to lie. I know she wouldn't want to lie to me. Brenda hadn't really even spoken to me that morning. I guessed she was mad at me for coming home late and drunk the night before. 

Anyway, she left for work without giving me a clue about that evening. I was tempted to follow her after work but I decided that wouldn't be prudent. If she spotted me there would be a lot of explaining to do. I figured all I had to do was meet Chris the following night at the Rack Room and he would tell all. 

That night Brenda was about an hour later than usual coming home from work. When I asked her why she just said that she had some things she had to do. I sensed that she was a little upset with me. I thought it was probably still about last night. 

The suspense of not knowing what happened drove me crazy until the next night when I caught up with Chris at the Rack Room. 

I asked Chris if he had his drink with Brenda the night before and he said he had but that it didn't go well. He said, "She met me at the bar and as soon as she had her drink she said that she wasn't sure why she agreed to met me for a drink but she was sure that she should not have and that it can't happen again. I tried to get conversation going but she didn't seem in the mood to talk. Finally after she finished her drink she said that she was sorry if she had in some way made me think that we could have a relationship. Then she said that I should not bother her again and she left." 

The disappointed look on his face was making me very happy. I said, "That's a shame," but I was thinking you really didn't think you could score with a classy lady like Brenda did you? Then I said, "So you're going to give up then?" 

Chris said, "I guess I'll have to. Otherwise I could end up being accused of harassment and it could cost me my job." 

"I guess you're right." 

I had a couple more beers with Chris to console him (actually to celebrate his loss). Then I went home with plans to make love to Brenda. When I went into the house and tried to kiss Brenda she pushed me away and said, "You're drunk again. Just go to bed and leave me alone. I wanted to tell Brenda that I wasn't drunk I was just celebrating but I couldn't because she would ask what I was celebrating. So I went to bed. 

During the next week I started putting all of this behind me. It was good to have things settled because I was real busy at work. I had to work late every night that week. It was bothering Brenda that I wasn't home at night and I kept promising I would be home on time the next night but then something would come up and I'd be late again. 

When things settled down again I found that I missed playing pool with Chris. Probably because I could usually manage to get him to buy more of the beer than I did. I decided to stop at the Rack Room for a quick game of pool and see what Chris was up too. 

When I saw Chris I asked how things were at work now that the his advances on Brenda didn't work out. Then Chris said, "You won't believe this but I asked her out again and she went." 

I was stunned. I had no idea she had gone out with him again. I tried not to let on how disturbed I was. "When did this happen?" 

"Last Thursday. We met after work and had a couple of drinks and Brenda said that this can't go any farther than this. She said that we could be friends but nothing more. I didn't say anything so I guess she thought she made her point. Afterward I walked her to her car. She open the car door and turned to say something to me and I just pulled her to me and kissed her." 

I felt like Chris had just kicked me in the stomach. 

"When I broke off the kiss Brenda told me I shouldn't have done that so I kissed her again. She told me to stop that and I said that I wanted her. I said that I needed her then I grabbed her hand and pushed it against the bulge in my pants. Brenda pulled her hand away, but not immediately. I think she liked what she felt there but didn't want to admit it to me our to herself. I don't mean to brag but I am rather well endowed and that usually gets a woman's attention even if size doesn't matter to them they are impressed by it. Then when I kissed her again she responded a little but then pulled away from me and got into her car. 

"I asked her when we could get together again and she said she didn't think that was a good idea. I told her I needed to have her and I thought that she needed me too. I could tell then from the look on her face that she didn't know what to do so I told her to think about it. Then I said think about that hard cock you just felt, think about having that inside you. You know you want it. Just say the word. She closed the car door and started the engine then just before she left she opened the window and said she would think about it." 

I quickly excused myself and went into the men's room and threw up. Then I splashed cold water in my face. When I went back into the bar I told Chris I wasn't feeling good but I would see him the next night. My thinking at the time was that I would show up at the bar the following night as myself and beat the crap out of Chris. 

When I got home from the bar I found Brenda sitting in bed wearing a very sexy negligee. When I saw her I almost blurted out, 'What are you doing? Modeling the outfit you're going to wear when you fuck Chris Parker?' I managed to keep my mouth shut. I didn't speak as I went about getting ready for bed. When I got into bed Brenda moved over and kissed me. When she did I pictured Chris kissing her in the parking lot while he pressed her hand against the bulge in his pants. I was repulsed by the image and by Brenda so I pushed her away and said I wasn't in the mood. 

Brenda didn't say anything but she looked a little hurt. She just got up and changed into her nightgown and got back in bed. We didn't speak again that night. So she was hurt, big deal, I was hurt too. What was she up to? She can't really be thinking of having sex with Chirs Parker. 

I rolled over on my side with my back to Brenda and tried to sleep, but the image planted in my head by Chris was too much for me. When I was sure that Brenda had fallen asleep I got up and went and sat in the living room and tried to figure out what I should do, but I couldn't. I ended up falling asleep on the sofa. In the morning Brenda woke me up but never asked me why I slept on the sofa. 

After that I had a difficult time even talking to Brenda. I felt that she had let me down and was getting ready for the major betrayal. It was hard for me to pretend nothing was wrong but I managed. I started coming home after work so I could see what Brenda was up to but she didn't give anything away so eventually I had to go back to the Rack Room. 

I hadn't scene Chris in a week and when I asked him what was going on with his quest to get Brenda into bed, Chris said, "Nothing's happening. I called her but she hasn't returned my call." 

I asked him if he called her at work or at home and he said that he called her at work. He said, "I don't want to call her at home then have her husband answer the phone." 

After that I stopped at the Rack Room every couple of nights to see if Chris had talked to Brenda. The answer was always the same. Brenda wouldn't return his call. I was starting to feel better and I was beginning to think that Brenda must have come to her senses. Then on Monday I stopped in the bar and asked Chris what he was up to and he said, "I just got off the phone with Brenda." 




Mistakes Were Made



I said, "You what?" 

He said, "I just got off the phone with Brenda. I called her at home and she said her husband wasn't home so we talked for twenty minutes. I asked her if she was ready to go out with me and she said that she was. Now I don't know where to take her. I can't take her to my place. I was thinking of getting a motel room." 

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. For a moment I thought that Chris must have figured out who I really was and he was just having fun with me, but I knew that wasn't true. Trying to keep up the appearance of being his friend I said, "You don't want to take her to a motel, that's too sleazy. You have to take her someplace nice." 

Chris said, "Well I sure as hell can't afford the Beverly Wilshire. I'd like to take her some place nice but I have no idea where. 

As I pondered the last few drops in my fourth beer a solution came to me. In retrospect I should have been working against Chris instead of helping him but in this case I thought I was helping both of us. I put my hand up in the air to get Chris' attention then I said, 'I think I can help you with a place to take her. I think I can get you access to a very nice place in the hills." 

Chris perked up immediately and asked if I really thought I could get this place and I said, "I'll let you know tomorrow. When would you want it?" 

Chris said, "How about next Wednesday?" 

"I'll see what I can do." 

The nice place in the hills I mentioned to Chris is in the Hollywood Hills. It belongs to the owner of an independent film company. I found out about this place from Roger Martin. Roger works for the guy who owns the house. The owner is currently living in Ireland for tax purposes and only stays in his Hollywood house a few weeks each year or when he is producing a movie in Hollywood. When he is out of the country Roger takes care of the place for him. One day last year Roger had taken my up to see this place. It is a beautiful five bedroom house with a swimming pool. There's also a small guest bungalow attached to the back of the main house. After showing me through the beautifully decorated main house Roger took me into the guest bungalow. The bungalow had a small living room, a large bedroom with a king bed and a large bathroom. There was a large mirror on one wall of the bedroom that give the impression that the bedroom was even larger and the bathroom had a large bath tub, a separate shower stall and along one wall was a counter with sinks at both ends and a large mirror span the whole wall behind the counter. 

After showing me around the bungalow Roger took me back to the main house for a beer. While we were drinking our beers, Roger said that he wanted to tell me a secret about his boss. I told Roger the secret would be safe with me. Then Roger said, "My boss is really a kinky kind of guy." 

I said, "That's the secret, your boss is kinky? More than half the people in Hollywood are kinky." 

"Not just kinky, I mean really kinky. Come here I want to show you something," Roger said as he started leading me through the house. We went into the study and Roger got a key out of the desk. Then we went to a door Roger hadn't opened when he was showing me through the house earlier. He said, "You can never tell anyone what I am about to show you." Then Roger took a key out of his pocket and open the door. We stepped into a long narrow room. At first I couldn't see anything but when Roger turned on the lights I could see that we were in some kind of an edit suit or mini studio. There was video taping equipment and an edit console along the wall opposite the door we had just come in. The long wall behind the video equipment look like it was made of glass. For a moment I wondered if there was a sound stage on the other side of the glass. Roger told me to sit down and look at the glass wall in front of me then he left the room. A couple of minutes later lights appeared on the other side of the glass wall and I found myself looking into the bedroom of the bungalow. Then more lights and I was looking into the bathroom as well. I was astonished. 

When Roger rejoined me he asked what I thought. I told him I was speechless. Then Roger said, 'My boss likes to spy on his house guests. And hew likes to entertain. He even videotapes them having sex. The mirrors in the rooms are two way and the rooms are also wired for sound so he can sit here and watch and listen to everything that goes on in the bungalow." Roger showed me how everything worked. He even pointed out a video monitor that was connected to a camera hidden in the living room. Then he locked up the room and put the key back in the desk drawer. 

As I was leaving Roger said, "If you'd ever like to bring your wife up here for a weekend let me know. If my boss is still in Europe the house is yours." 

I said, "You think I am going to stay in that bungalow now that I have seen the observatory?" 

Roger laughed and said, "You can use the main house. After all the favors you have done for me I would like to do one for you." 

I had always wanted to take Brenda up there for a weekend but never got around to it. But now it seemed the perfect solution for my needs. I would ask Roger for the keys and then tell Chris he could use the bungalow. That way I could see first hand if my wife actually cheated on me. 

The next morning I arranged to get the key from Roger. 

I met Chris at the bar that night and told him about the beautiful bungalow in the hills that I had arranged for him to use. I said, Just let me know when you need it." 

Chris thanked me and said that he would let me know as soon as he could arrange things. A few minutes later Chris said he had to go to the bathroom and disappeared for several minutes. When he came back he said, "It's all set. I'll need the bungalow Wednesday night." 

I said, "What?" 

Chris said, I just called Brenda and set it up for Wednesday night?" 

Even though I had arrange for a place for Chris to take Brenda I never really believed that she would agree to go there with him. And even though I was quite shocked by what Chris had just told me I still believed that Brenda wouldn't actually have sex with him. 

"When can I get the key from you?" The voice seemed to be coming from a great distance but then I realized it was Chris sitting right next to me that asked the question. 

"I'll.... I'll get the... ah... I'll give it to you on Tuesday. Meet me here Tuesday after work." Was I still going through with this? I think I had lost all sense of reality. This man had just made a date with my wife, not to just take her out but to have sex with her, and here I was facilitating the whole thing. I didn't understand what I was doing but somehow it made sense to me. 

When I went home that night I was in a fog. I think I remained in that condition right up till Wednesday. 

Wednesday morning I was sitting at breakfast feeling kind of numb when it occurred to me that unless I took some kind of action in the next few hours my wife was going to have sex with Chris Parker. As I watched Brenda get ready for work I thought about how beautiful she was and how much I wanted all this to go away so that things could be the way the used to be. Brenda hadn't said anything about the evening ahead so I thought I would test the waters. I said, "Why don't we go out for dinner tonight? We haven't eaten out in quite a while." 

Brenda said, "I can't tonight, I have plans." 

I said, "Oh! You have plans? What are you doing tonight?" 

I thought I saw an uncomfortable look on her face as she thought about her answer. "I have something I have to take care of tonight." 

It really hurt to have her lie to me. But it wasn't like she could tell me the true about her plans, so I pressed her on it. "What can you have to do that is more important than us spending time together.?" 

The coldness in her stare seemed to melt for a moment. I think she actually considered canceling her date to have dinner with me but then she said, "I have got to do this tonight." 

When Brenda left for work I was sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee, wondering to myself, 'What do I do now.' In a few hours my relationship with my wife may be irreparably damaged and I didn't know how to stop it from happening. At the time I believed that it was already too late. If Brenda didn't love me anymore then it didn't matter if she had sex with Chris or not and if she did love me she simply wouldn't have sex with him. 

All day at work I thought about what was going to happen at the bungalow. I knew that I didn't want Brenda to have sex with Chris but if she was going to do this I was going to witness the whole thing and even videotape it in case I needed evidence. 

I left work a little early and went up to the house to get ready for the nights activities. I parked my car in the garage so that Brenda wouldn't see it when she arrived then I went in to the house and straight to the desk where I had seen Roger put the key to the observation room. Once I had the key I went directly to the observation room and set up the video cameras to record the action in the living room, in the bedroom and in the bathroom. I tested the cameras to make sure they were recording properly then I grabbed a beer from the six pack I brought with me and settled in to wait. 

It was shortly after eight o'clock when I heard a key in the lock of the bungalow door. I was amazed at the sensitivity of the microphones in the bungalow. I actually had to turn down the volume because I was afraid that Brenda and Chris might hear something. 

As the front door opened I felt a lump in my throat and my heart was beating hard and fast. I was afraid that I might start hyper ventilating and pass out but I was able to keep my breathing under control. When the door swung open I saw Chris standing there then he stepped aside to let Brenda enter first. Once inside Chris closed and locked the front door. Brenda stood in the middle of the room and looked around without saying say a word. I noticed that Brenda had fixed her hair differently than it was when she left the house in the morning. She was wearing a short black dress that zipped up the back. I admired Brenda's simple beauty as she just stood quietly as Chris found the CD player and put some music on. 

When the music began to play Chris stepped up behind Brenda and wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back against his chest and began swaying back and forth to the music. They stayed like that for one whole song then Chris turned Brenda around to face him and kissed her. Brenda's response seemed, to me, to be less than enthusiastic. When he kissed her a second time I saw very little change in her demeanor. Chris looked at her and asked if something was wrong and Brenda said, "No. It's just that.... I ... I need to use the bathroom. Excuse me for a minute." 

Chris stepped back and let her go. Brenda headed to the bathroom without saying another word. When she turned on the bathroom lights the sudden burst of light hurt my eyes. Brenda entered the room and closed the door behind her. Then she stood in front of the mirror and leaned on the counter and looked at herself in the mirror. I was directly in front of her on the other side of the mirror. I was so close to her I could almost smell her.. 

Brenda continued to look at her reflection for a while then her expression changed, like she had made a decision. She went over to the commode and prepared to relieve herself. When she lifted her dress up I noticed that she was wearing thigh high stockings. She almost never wears them. She says that aren't comfortable. About the only time she wears them is when we go out for a romantic dinner with the intent of going home afterward for a night of love making. In one quick motion Brenda pulled her panties down and sat on the commode. I could hear her stream as it hit the water inside the bowl. When she was done she grabbed a handful of toilet paper and wiped herself. When she got up she didn't pull her panties back up. She kind of shuffled across the room to the linen closet and found a wash cloth. Then, again standing directly in front of me, Brenda wet the wash cloth, then lifted the front of her dress and began washing between her legs. This act completed she pulled her panties up and rinsed out the wash cloth and hung it on the towel rack. The Brenda exited the bathroom turning off the light as she left. When she went back into the living room she look at Chris and said, "Sorry about that." 

Chris said, "That's okay." Then he suggest that she sit next to him on the sofa. As soon as Brenda sat down, Chris had his arm around her and pulled her to him and kissed her. The kissing continued for some time and Chris had begun playing with Brenda's breasts. Chris reached behind Brenda and unzipped her dress and pulled if off her shoulders, then he said, "Why don't you take the dress off and remove you bra so I can see those nice tits of yours." Brenda didn't say a word. She just stood up and let her dress drop to the floor then she stepped out of it. She quickly removed her bra and put both the dress and her bra on one of the other chairs in the room. As Brenda was putting her things on the chair I noticed that Chris had opened his pants and released his cock from his shorts. Chris wasn't fooling when he said he had a good sized cock. It wasn't a monster but certainly bigger then mine and I am slightly bigger than average. 

When Brenda turned toward Chris she saw his exposed cock and just looked at if for a moment. Chris said, "Brenda come here I want you to meet Someone." Brenda sat down next to Chris again. Chris took Brenda's hand and placed it on his cock and said, 'Brenda, I like you to meet 'Mr. Parker'." 

Brenda didn't seem to know how to respond to Chris. But Chris knew what response he wanted and he said, "Mr. Parker would love it if you would give him a kiss to say hello." 

Brenda seemed to be in a trance. She bent down and kissed Chris' cock on the head then she ran her tongue around the head in a circular motion and finally sucked his cock into her mouth. From the expression on Chris's face I could tell he was enjoying the oral attention Brenda was giving his cock. When Brenda let his cock drop from her mouth Chris started to pushed her down on the sofa. When he did this I heard Brenda, in a soft voice say, "Not here, in the bedroom." 

Chris was on his feet in a flash and Brenda followed him into the bedroom. Brenda pulled the bedspread off and folded it and lay it across a chair Before Brenda could turn around Chris picked her up and tossed her on the bed. Brenda was laying on her back with her knees up and Chris climbed up on the bed between her legs. Chris said, "Are you ready for me to pull your panties off and stick my tongue in your hot cunt?" Brenda likes talking dirty when we make love but she didn't respond to Chris the way she usually responds to me when I say something like that to her. When Chris started to pull her panties off Brenda lifted her ass up to make it easier for him, then as he leaned forward she spread her legs wide to give him access to her sweet mound. 

At this point, even though the scene in front of me was very painful to watch, the voyeur in my was very aroused. 

It turned out that Chris was an enthusiastic pussy eater and in spite of Brenda's almost mechanical behavior to this point I could see that Chris's efforts were having an effect on her and soon she was having an orgasm. Normally Brenda is vocal and animated during her orgasm but this time she wasn't. It seemed as if she was trying to minimize the effect of her orgasm. She kind of reminded me of someone trying not to scream during that first long drop on a roller coaster. . 

When Chris lifted his head from my wife's pussy he said, "You have one creamy pussy. When you came I almost drown on all of you tasty cunt juice." Brenda smiled a little but didn't say anything. Then Chris said, "Mr. Parker would like you to suck on him some more. I know you love that big cock of mine. Why don't you put it in your mouth." 

Brenda didn't hesitate. Chris rolled over on his back and Brenda move around and took his cock into her mouth for the second time. The way Brenda was working on his cock it looked as it she was trying to make him cum in her mouth. While Brenda worked on him Chris kept talking to her. "Your mouth feels so good on my cock. You love the big cock don't you? I'll bet it's the biggest cock you have ever had in your mouth right? Well wait till you feel Mr. Parker in your hot little cunt. After you've had my big cock in you, you'll never want your husband's little dick again." 

Chris finally stopped Brenda. He pull his cock out of her mouth and said, "You have to stop now or I will shoot a load of my cum in your face and mouth. I know how much you want to taste my spunk and I would enjoy giving it to you but right now I want to fuck the lovely cunt of yours. 

Chris got on top of Brenda and I watched as he pushed his cock inside her and began pumping his cock into the pussy that I thought would always belong only to me. Chris had pretty good staying power and brought Brenda to her second orgasm of the night. Like the first one Brenda again seemed as if she wasn't letting go and enjoying her orgasm as much as she normally did. 

Chris lasted a few minutes after Brenda's orgasm then he yelled, "Here it comes. Here is you hot load." The he quickened his pace and spewed his seed where only mine should be. 

When he finished ejaculating inside Brenda, Chris rolled off her and they lay quietly for the next fifteen minutes. Brenda was the first to move. She got up and collected her clothes and went into the bathroom. She put her clothes down and stood in front of the mirror like she had before only now she was naked. I was sitting only four feet away from her so I could clearly see her cum mated pubic hair and a drip of semen forming on the lips of her freshly fucked pussy. Brenda stared at herself for a few minutes then she reached for the wash cloth she had used earlier and soaped it up and began washing herself. When she was satisfied that she was clean enough she put her panties on. Before she could put her bra on Chris walked into the bathroom. He said, "Don't get dressed yet I have another load for you." He walked over to her and as he stood in front of Brenda he pushed her down onto her knees and stuck his cock in her face. He said, "Hey, it's your friend Mr. Parker." 

Brenda didn't resist at all she just took his cock into her mouth and started sucking it. It took only a short time for Brenda to get Chris hard again. When he was fully erect he helped Brenda to her feet then he went and sat on the commode and told Brenda to sit on his lap facing him. Brenda asked, "You want to do it here? On the toilet?" 

Chris didn't answer, he just pulled Brenda to him and pulled her panties down. Brenda spread her legs and straddled Chris and lowered herself down on to his cock. From where I was sitting I could see the head of his cock as it slipped between the folds of Brenda's pussy and slowly disappeared inside her. When she had lowered herself all the way down Chris told her to bounce up and down on his cock. Brenda did as he said and Chris started thrusting up as Brenda was coming down increasing the depth of his penetration. 

This time Brenda did not have an orgasm. When Chris started to climax he yelled, "Here I cum again. Take it all." Then he made fewer but more powerful thrusts into Brenda’s pussy. When he was done Chris told Brenda to get up slowly. As she did I watched as Chris's cock slowly slid out of her followed by a large gob of his thick semen. As Brenda moved away from Chris, more of his semen dripped from her onto the floor. 

Brenda moved to the sink and picked up the wash cloth again but didn't use it yet. She turned to Chris and asked, "Could I have some privacy?" 




Mistakes Were Made



He quickly excused himself and closed the door on the way out. Then Brenda washed herself again. As I watched her I began to fell a hatred toward Brenda. I started planning for the divorce. I was thinking about what lawyer I would higher and how I might use the video tapes I had against her. I even came up with an idea about how I would wait a few days then say that someone had sent me the tapes in the mail. If she told Chris about it he would think it was Glen Jackson that made the tapes. They would never know it was me. I was full of righteous indignation How dare my wife have sex with another man. That slut. I'll show her. I'll make her life miserable. 

Then something strange happened. Brenda having finished washing herself was on the floor wiping up the semen that dripped on the floor and she was sobbing. I suddenly felt bad. I don't know why but I couldn't be as angry with her when she was crying. 

When she had cleaned up the few drips on the floor Brenda put her clothes on. She took one last look at herself in the mirror, took a deep breath and went back into the living room. Chris was fully dressed and sitting on the sofa waiting for her. When Brenda entered the room Chris said, "That was really great. You are really hot in bed. When can we do this again?" 

Brenda said, "Never." 

"What do you mean never? I thought we had a good thing here. Why end it after only one night?" 

"I am sorry if I mislead you but I have no interest in going any farther with this relationship." 

"I thought you were enjoying yourself. Wasn't my big cock a turn on for you?" 

"I'm sorry Chris but you just aren't as good in bed as Gary." 

Chris looked a little shocked. "I thought you liked me." 

Brenda said, Don't take this wrong Chris, but I am in no way attracted to you." 

"What? Then what was this all about?" 

"Revenge" 

"Revenge? Against who? Me?" 

Brenda sat in one of the chairs and said, "I guess you deserve an explanation, and I need to talk to some one about this. You're not exactly the person I would have chosen but the man I usually talk to hasn't been available to me for some time." 

Chris asked, "What are you talking about?" 

"I am talking about my marriage. The man I loved and the man who was my best friend in the world. I don't know what happened but a few months ago I started losing Gary. Up until then Gary came home almost every night after work. If he wasn't going to be home he called and told me where he was going and when he was coming home. Then suddenly that all stopped.. He would stay out late several nights in a row with no explanation and he would be drunk when he came home. His behavior became so erratic that I began to suspect that he was having an affair. I wanted to ask him about it but I was afraid of what the answer would be. 

"Then when the situation became almost unbearable you started coming on to me at work. For a while it was more than I could deal with. All I wanted to do was save my marriage and now I had to deal with you too. I needed someone to talk to and you kept appearing so I went out for a drink with you, hoping that maybe I could talk to you about what was going on in my life. It was apparent right away that you didn't want to listen to my problems.. 

"Then in a weak moment, needing reassurance that I was desirable, I went out for drinks with you a second time. Again I realized it was a mistake. But then you demonstrated the extent of your desire in the parking lot that night. Then I started thinking that if Gary can have an affair so can I. The next night when Gary came home from work I was ready to make love to him hoping that afterward everything would be all right. But he rejected me that night. He said he wasn't in the mood. Then he went to bed and turned his back on me. I was devastated. I knew then that he had to be cheating on me. So when you called I agreed to come here with you because I wanted to do something to hurt Gary as much as he hurt me." 

Then Chris said, "Well you know what they say, what he doesn't know won't hurt him." 

"But he will know." 

Chris looked nervous, "How will he know." 

"Because I am going home and if he asks me where I've been I am going to tell him that I have been out getting fucked! That's how he'll know." 

Chris said, "You can't tell him that." 

"Why not? I am not afraid of him. I know he would never do me any physical harm. And don't worry I won't tell who I was with." 

Chris looked almost sad for Brenda, "You know if you tell him, it will quite likely end your marriage." 

Brenda said, "I know, but I am afraid it would be over anyway. That's it. I am sorry I used you in this but I think you got what you wanted anyway." 

Chris said, "You're right about that. Sorry things are so messed up for you." 

"Thanks. Will you take me back to my car now?" 

Then they both got up and left. 

The first thing I did after they left was to rewind the tapes for the three cameras and start recording over the tapes. I wanted no record of what had taken place in the bungalow. 

In all my life I had never imagined that I could feel so low. I didn't feel self righteous now. What had I done to Brenda and our happy marriage. This should never have to come to this. How stupid could I be. I took marriage advice from a guy who had three failed marriages which by his own admission were his fault, and from a 22 year old gay man who had never had a real relationship with a man let alone a woman. How could I have thought these two had any advice worth listening to. Then in my over zealousness to find a way to prove that Brenda would never cheat on me I spent so much time facilitating Chris getting together with Brenda that Brenda got the impression that I was cheating on her. 

I sat there watching Brenda having sex and not allowing herself to fully enjoy it because she was only doing it to get revenge on me. And I was angry with her for cheating and it ends up that the whole thing is my fault. My marriage was the one thing I valued most and now it was fucked. I could see no recovery from this. 

I could go home and pretend that I didn't know what Brenda had done and show her that I love her try to get past this mess. But that wouldn't work because Brenda thinks I have been cheating on her and she is going to be waiting for me when I get home. And she is going to tell me that she cheated on me. I can't say, "I know and it's all right." 

I believe I could forgive her for what she did now that I understood why but could she ever forgive me. I couldn’t stand the idea that Brenda thought that I would have cheated on her but the truth is probably worse. I set her up to have sex with another man. 

In the end I knew there was only one thing I could do. 

When I got home that night I rang the door bell and when Brenda answered the door I said, Hi, I'm Glen Jackson and I have to talk to you about your husband. Brenda didn't recognize me even though I wasn't doing a very good job disguising my voice. When I pulled off the hair and beard Brenda looked almost scared. Then I launched into it. I told her everything. Regardless of how things turned out I didn't want Brenda to think that I had stopped loving her or that I had cheated on her. So I told her the truth. I told her everything I had done and why. The only thing I didn't tell her was that I had watched her having sex with Chris Parker, however I told her I knew that she had gone out with him that evening but I didn't ask her what they did. 

When I was done talking Brenda was so angry with me she could hardy speak. In time she was able to say, "I think I would rather you had cheated on me than find out you did something as despicable as what you perpetrated on me. Do you have any idea what you made me do? Just so you know, Chris Parker fucked me tonight." 

Even thought I had been there and already knew what happened, her words cut me like a knife 

Brenda went off again and I just listened as she told me what she thought of me and none of it was good. When she seemed to have no more to say to me I went into the bedroom and packed a few clothes. As I left I told Brenda that I would stay at my store for a few nights and would look for an apartment. I said I would pick up the rest of my stuff as soon as I found a place. 

Just before I walked out the door I said, "I am a stupid stupid man. I am so sorry for all of this and I wish I could fix it all but I can't. No matter what happens I will always love you and if you ever need me for anything I'll be there for you." 

Brenda didn't even watch me leave. As I walked to the door she went into the bedroom and closed the door behind her.. 

I wish I could tell you that Brenda came running out of the house as I was backing out of the driveway and asked me not to leave. But she didn't. 

During the next week I looked around for apartments but couldn't find one that I could afford and be able to keep up my share of the house payments. Then I was telling a friend about the difficulty of finding and apartment and he said that he knew someone that was going to Europe for a couple of months and would like to have someone house sit while he was away. A couple of phone calls were made and I had a place to live for two months. 

I hadn't talked to Brenda in a week so I was a little nervous calling her. When she heard my voice she became cold. "What do you want?" 

I said, "I have a place to stay now and I would like to stop by after work to get some of my things." 

"What time will you be stopping by? Because I don't want to be there when you come." 

I told her I understood and said that I would be by around six o'clock. 

Brenda wasn't home when I got there so I went about packing the things I would need for the next couple of months. After that I didn't know what I would do. 

I was finished packing and ready to leave when Brenda came in the house. She said she came home to make sure I didn't take anything that didn't belong to me. I knew she just said that because she was angry. She was quiet for a minute so I decided to get going. As I started to move toward the door Brenda asked where I would be staying, in case she had to get a hold of me in an emergency. I gave her the address and phone number. 

Then as I prepared to leave again Brenda asked, "What you told me was the truth, you really didn't have an affair?" 

"Everything I told you was the truth. I am a stupid fool but I would never have cheated on you." 

Brenda didn't say anymore so I left. As I walked to my car I felt that Brenda had softened a little. 

I called Brenda twice the first week after moving and she acted like she was annoyed that I had called but she didn't hang up on me. The second week I decided not to call. It was just to painful to try and talk to her when she made me feel like I was an unwanted intrusion in her evening. The next week I had to call her about the property taxes for the house. When Brenda answered the phone I said, "It's me." 

Brenda was silent for a moment and then said "Why didn't you call last week?" 

"I didn't think you wanted to talk to me any more." 

Brenda said, "When I don't want to talk to you I will tell you." 

The way she said it was kind of cold but it warmed me. I told her what I needed to talk to her about then just asked how she was doing. We talked for about fifteen minutes. After that I started to call more frequently. Three times a week, then every other day, then every day. 

Then one day I was late getting home from work so I didn't call Brenda at my usual time. I was just getting ready to call her when the phone rang. 

"It's me. Why didn't you call tonight?" Brenda said as soon as I answered the phone. 

I said , "I just got home from work and I was just about to call you." 

Then Brenda said, "Gary, I miss you. You were my best friend and I can't stand not having you around to talk to." 

I said, "I'm around. I call you every night. I told you before that if you need anything I will be there for you. With the way things are between us what else can I do." 

Then abruptly Brenda said, "I can't talk to you right now," and she hung up. 

Five minutes later the phone rang again. It was Brenda and she said, "You said that if I needed anything you would be there for me right?" 

I said, "Yes I said that." 

"Well, then I need you to come over tonight." 

I said that I would be right over and I left immediately. This was a good sign. 

When I got to the house Brenda was sitting watching television in her beat up old bathrobe. 

When I came in the house Brenda offered me a beer then went to the kitchen and brought two beers back. As we drank we talked about things we had been doing lately. Finally I asked Brenda what she had needed to see me about. 

Brenda said, "There is a problem with the bed and I need you to fix it so I can get some sleep." 

I followed her into the bedroom and asked what was wrong with the bed. Brenda said, "The problem with the bed is that you're not in it." As she said this she took off her bathrobe to reveal a black lace teddy and matching panties. She said, "I need my friend and my lover back." 

This was more than I had a right to hope for. I look at Brenda and her eyes started to fill up and I couldn't help myself, I started to cry. Then we were both crying. I kept saying over and over, "Brenda, I'm sorry, I am so sorry." Then Brenda said that she was sorry too. I told her not to be sorry. I said, " This is all my fault. The blame for everything is mine." 

Then Brenda said, "You're right. This is all your fault but I have decided that the pain you caused by what you did isn't as bad as the pain of not having you here with me." 

We rushed into each others arms and kissed. There was so much pent up emotion between us that it exploded in sexual passion. I had Brenda naked, on the bed and had my head between her legs in a flash. As I brought her to orgasm her whole body shook and she called out, "Oh God. Don't stop." 

Later, as I inserted my cock into Brenda's tight dripping pussy I remembered the image of her sitting down on Chris Parker's cock in the bathroom of the bungalow. For a brief moment I wondered if Brenda was thinking about the difference in our sizes right now. Was there a way I could find out?