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New Business, Old Business Ch. 01

By: Grey Eagle 286



I watched as Sandy, my beautiful wife of twenty years brushed her long black hair. I loved the way her breasts moved as she brushed. She is still as hot as she was in college. She stands out in any crowd. Her raven black hair is down below her ass. Few people realize it is so long. She generally wears it up in a bun or a ponytail. She is not one of your small cute little girls. She is 5' 9" tall and weighs right at 140 lbs. She has no extra fat on her. She has long lovely legs and a slim waist. Her breasts are perfect; at least I think they are. She is a 36C, which is just right, I think. 

She stays in shape by walking, working out on our weight machine, and watching what she eats. She keeps track of my weight and feeds me the foods and the amounts she thinks are good for me.

After eighteen years of marriage and being the mother of three teenage daughters she always looks like the oldest sister. She is a full time stay at home mom. She is a very happy person who always sees the good side of everything. As you can probably tell I love her with all my heart and am very damned proud of her. I know I am a lucky man.

The one thing I am not totally happy with is our love life. The sex is wonderful and we please each other very much it seems to me. My problem is that it only happens about once a month these days. She is usually tired. Three active girls will wear anyone out. She is constantly running for one or the others. Soccer, Piano lessons, Dance lessons, PTA, Teacher's meetings, the list is endless. Sometimes it seems there is no time left for me. The girls are Angel, 16, Anna, 14, and April 13.

ME? I am Bill Thompson, I am 6' 2" tall and tip the scales at 225 lbs., down twenty pounds from my weight as an All American linebacker. A sever knee injury dashed my hopes of playing pro ball.

My wife insists I stay in good shape. I like to look nice for her. She is stunning; I have to look good. 

I worked in Law Enforcement as a police officer making use of my degree in that field. I worked my way into the investigative branch early on in my career. I still enjoy the mental aspects of investigative work. I am not fond of all the paper work involved these days.

I took an early retirement from the Department and now have my own investigative service with six people working for me. I am about to expand into the security end of the business because I have been offered several contracts to provide security for several large stores and a number of industrial sites. The money looks very good. I am very busy at this moment trying to locate some really good supervisory people. I prefer ex military or law enforcement people. I am interviewing for four or five positions now. The tough one is for a really good administrator who is willing to work cheap for a percentage of the company. My two leading candidates are a retired Air Force Brigadier General and a retired Army Command Master Sergeant. I lean toward the Master Sergeant.

The kids are going to spend the weekend with Sandy's Mom and Dad. We are going to spend the weekend alone together. I hope most of the weekend will be spent in bed but knowing Sandy she will have something planned. We did need to spend quality time together.

After a nice dinner Friday evening, Sandy went up stairs and was gone for a while so I went up looking for her. I was surprised to see her dressed in one of her sexiest outfits and just putting the finishing touches on her makeup. She was gorgeous.

"Hey, Babe you look great, where are we going?"

"We are not going anywhere, I'm going out with Jean and her sister for a while."

"What? You never said anything to me about it?"

"I'm sure I did, but since when to I have to check with you about everything?"

I stared at her and turned and went back down stairs. I went in the den and sat and thought about things. What the hell was going on? I heard her come down the stairs. I heard her open the hall closet, and then I heard her walk toward the den. She stopped at the door. I looked up at her. She looked at me, "I thought I told you all about this last week. We are just going out to a meeting for a amateur theater play."

"Have fun! I really don't think you mentioned it though. Kiss your date for me."

"What?"

"Just enjoy your self. What time will you be home?" 

"About ten thirty or eleven."

"I'll wait up for you."

"No, just go to bed." 

"I won't sleep until you are home." 

She walked over and kissed me on the cheek. "Good Night Dear. I love you."

"Right!"

It was one thirty before I heard her come in. I was still in the den. She walked right up stairs and I heard the shower go on. I turned off the lights and checked the doors and climbed in bed. I had showered and gotten ready earlier. She came out of the shower and put on a nightgown. She didn't look at me.

"How was your evening?"

"Just fine thank you."

"How were Jean and her sister?"

"Just fine."

"That's funny, I called her house at eleven thirty and asked her about you. She seemed to think I was nuts, then tried to cover for you."

"You were checking on me?"

"Sure, you said you would be home at ten thirty or eleven. I was worried about you."

"I don't like that?"

"Really! Did you kiss your date for me?"

"What?"

I turned out my light and turned my back to her and put my head on my pillow. I couldn't believe this was happening. She got in bed and turned her back to me. I lay there for an hour or so, wide-awake. I got up and went down stairs and made some coffee. After a while I heard her come down the stairs. I guess she stood looking at me then went back up stairs. About five in the morning I went to the den and lay on the couch and tried to sleep. Not much luck.

I heard her making coffee about eight and walked in and stood watching her. She stood and looked at me. I heard the garage door open and the three girls rushed in. "Grand mom has a tooth ache and Grandpa is taking her to the dentist."

Sandy called and talked to her mother. It was afternoon before we had a chance to talk again.

"Sandy, do you know what you are doing to me?"

"You are doing it to your self, you don't trust me."

"I have always trusted you before. Why did you lie about last night? Have you found someone else?"

"What?"

"Are you seeing another man?"

She stared at me, "Are you serious?"

"Yes, I guess I am."

She walked over to me and looked up in my eyes. I guess she saw the tears forming there. She reached up and pulled my face down to hers and kissed me passionately.

She held me tightly and said, "I love only you Billy, I have never in my whole life loved or have never made love to another man. I never will either." 

"Then why did you let me think that all night?"

"I was pissed off that you didn't trust me."

"Yes, but.."

"You called Jean Carter, right?"

"Yeah!"

"I was with Jean Stewart, she is Mike Stewart's mother."

"The Mike that Angel is wanting to date?"

"Yes, that Mike."

"I love you with all my heart and soul, Sandy, but something has changed in our relationship in the last few months. I just don't know what it is. I think it is your eyes. I used to be able to look in your eyes and see the love for me there. I could always tell if you were fibbing or telling a white lie. Now there is a blind drawn behind your eyes. I see nothing. It scares me to death. I don't like it."

She looked away. "I don't know what you mean."

"You just shut the blinds again."

"You are being silly."

"Am I? Look me in the eyes and tell me you love me and have never cheated on me."

"I love you and have never cheated on you." Her eyes blinked after the 'I love you' and the shade was drawn again. I looked at her for a long time.

"Sandy, why don't I believe the second part of that statement? I believe you do love me. But you are hiding something. I don't understand how the first part could be true if the second part isn't?"

"I don't know."

"I seem to recall a discussion we had just before we got married. You wanted to tell me about one of your old boyfriends and how you had sex with him but it was not the same as our loving. You said that what we did was different. Do you remember that?"

"Yes, I do remember that conversation."

"Let me ask, do you differentiate between sex and making love?"

"Yes, in a way. I don't think sex can be just minor things. Making love is trying to give every bit of love inside you to please your lover. It is much, much more intense. Totally different."

"Do you think heavy petting, touching and manual manipulation of another persons sex organs is a sex act?"

"I don't know, I don't see it as being the same."

"I see, you agree with President Clinton. A blow job is not sex?"

"I don't know, that is different. A lot different than just using the hands."

"Let me give you my definition of 'cheating'. I believe that when you take the wedding vows or in some other way pledge your self to another, you are swearing before your most Holy God that you belong exclusively to that person. You are forsaking all others for him or her. Do you agree with my interpretation of the pledge people make to each other?"

"Yes, of course I do, you put it beautifully."

I looked in her eyes, "Do you then agree that my body belongs to you, and only you? Will you agree that if I let another person use even a finger of mine to satisfy her sexual pleasure, that I have cheated on you? Would you agree that if I let another person use my hand or finger, mouth or tongue; that I am taking something that belongs exclusively to you and have given it away to someone else. In my mind that is the same as stealing, you are giving someone else something that belongs to me. If you steal something small from me is that not as bad a breach of trust and of your vows as if you stole all my money."

"I, unh, never thought of it that way exactly."

"Then I have to ask you again, have you ever cheated on me?"

"To be honest, I guess I have. I have kissed other men at various times. Under the mistletoe and such."

"Don't play games with me, please. You know what I mean."

"Will you believe me no matter what I say?"

"I will have to go by what I see in your eyes. Just look in my eyes and tell me you have never cheated on me."

Tears ran from her eyes, "Billy don't make me do this."

I looked at her, "OK. Forget it." I got up and went to my room. I picked up a few clothes and put them in a bag. I got my checkbook and my laptop computer. I walked to her and dropped my cell phone in her lap. Her eyes were wide as I kissed her forehead and said, "Goodbye. I need to think about where we go from here. If we do."

I turned and was out the door when I heard her scream, "NO! Billy! My God No! Oh no." I heard the girls asking her what was wrong, then I heard them crying too. Looking back I saw the four of them rush out and watch me drive off.

I drove to a motel close to my office. I rented a suite for a week. I was able to park in an area behind the building where my truck was hidden from the road. I moved my stuff in and used the phone to call the office. I told them where I could be reached. They were not to give out my number under any conditions without checking with me first.

I got the number of the Master Sergeant and called him and asked him to meet me at the motel the next morning. When he arrived I had him sit and relax. I was sipping on a coffee and asked him to join me. He said he wouldn't have one until our business was complete. I had his history and his application in my laptop and it was open in front of me. I asked him a lot of questions and was pleased with his answers. He had worked in security in the Army and knew it thoroughly. 

The phone rang and it was the office, Sandy had called several times and left a message for me to call her.

I gave him a list containing resumes of about twenty applicants for various positions in the company. I asked him to quickly review the applications and tell me which ones he would hire. I walked to a window and thought about Sandy. I had no idea of what I was going to do. I realized I didn't have enough information to make a sound decision.

He said he was done and looked at me and asked if I were all right. I wiped my eyes and told him I was OK. I looked over his list. I agreed with all but one of his choices. I asked his reason for picking the guy I didn't pick.

"Will, Sir, I like his age, he is young and still has a lot of experience as a Marine bodyguard. He worked for several ambassadors and such. I have met several of these guys before; they are well trained and dedicated people. He was pulled off his job because he married a girl who was a foreign national. I don't see how that would effect his working for us."

"Thanks Mike, I think I agree with your assessment. I was worried about the part about him getting married when he knew it would cost him his job."

"Sir, I liked his loyalty and devotion to his woman. He didn't walk off the job; he knew the consequences before he married her. He put her first. I like that. He had been in the Corps for eight years. I don't think he is a quitter."

"Mike, please call me Bill. I agree with you on your reasons for your choice. Now here is my proposition. You know what salary I am offering; I know it is not what you are worth. I propose a one-year trial period at that salary. If we get along and you can build the business for us I will renegotiate your salary. I will give you a percentage of the profits from today on."

"I like that. What percentage are you thinking of?"

"Twenty five."

"Wow! You have a deal."

We shook hands and grinned at each other. "Mike you are now the CEO of Thompson Investigations and Security Services. CTSS. I am having personal problems. I may or may not be always available. Here is the budget I have drawn up to build the business with. Please go over it carefully. The bottom line is most of the cash I have available. If you need more we will have to borrow."

"Bill, with this much to start with and not having to sweat having the immediate income to pay expenses and wages I think we will be fine. I like having the personal security and the uniformed guards separate divisions. I will draw up proposals to be presented to both kinds of customers. I am familiar with the prices for personal bodyguards. I'll find out what the going rate for the industrial or commercial rates are locally."

"I want you to get bids on the equipment and uniforms. I also need you to hire a secretary and get to work on a training syllabus. Hire someone good to help and to be your operations officer. I hate to leave you hanging out on a limb like this, can you handle it?"

"Hell yes, Bill, I'm used to this stuff, I'll run with it. I love it."

"Yeah, but you will have to build a staff as you go."

"No! I have people I will have here in a couple of days to help us. Hang on to your hat; we are off on a fast ride. I do promise to consult with you every step of the way when I can."

"Before you do anything else I want you to go out and get us a couple of disposable cell phones for you and I. I don't want anyone else to have the numbers. Get as small as you can find. I have to get your contracts finalized and the paperwork for you to sign on the bank account you will be using. I'll be over in an hour or so. Just use my office and desk for now."

"We talked over a few more things and he left.

I picked up the phone and called home. Angel answered. "Why aren't you in school?" I asked.

"Mom wasn't functioning too well this morning. I helped her get the girls off to school but I didn't want to leave her alone to day. She is really up set. Can you tell me what is going on?"

"Honey, I think you know how I feel about your mom." 

"Yes, you adore her."

"I am afraid she has destroyed that feeling. I really don't know yet."

"Oh! My God. I can't believe that, I really can't, I know she loves you."

"Yeah! I thought so too. Until yesterday. Do you think she could talk to me for a minute?"

"I know she wants to talk to you. Just a minute."

"Billy, is that you?"

"Yes, it is me. Listen we have to talk, are you ready to do that?"

"Yes."

"If you are not ready to tell me everything in complete honesty we will both be wasting our time. If you will not tell me the truth then we will have to communicate through our attorneys. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand. I won't lie to you."

"OK, I will be there in about a half an hour if that is convenient for you."

"Oh! Billy, this is your home, you are welcome here anytime."

"I don't know that. I'll see you soon, Goodbye."

When I got to the house I felt strange, as if I was intruding. I knocked on the door. Angel opened the door and threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. I kissed her and hugged her tight for a moment. Then I asked, "Is your Mother home?"

"Yes, Daddy, come on in. She is in the den. I'll be upstairs in my room." 

I walked in my den, Sandy stood waiting for me, and she had tears running down her cheeks. "Can I hug and kiss you before we talk?"

"I guess so." God I loved the way she felt. I had to force myself to gently push her away. I had tears in my eyes too.

"Sit down Sandy. There are some things I need to know. Are you ready to answer any and all questions I might have honestly and completely?"

"Yes I am. If you will promise to hear me out. If you promise to not get angry and storm out of the house when I say something you don't like."

"I will agree to that. Have you ever cheated on me?"

"Yes, I guess by your definition I have. I want you to know I am so sorry I could die over hurting you; I never meant to do that. Never."

"Is it someone I know, or is it more than one person."

"I think you met him once, and it was only one person."

"What is his name?"

"Frank Scroggins>"

"Wasn't that your boyfriend before we met?"

"Yes."

"God! You mean you have been cheating on me for over twenty years?"

"Not really, it was an off and on thing. I didn't think you would care. You asked me what I had done with him before we got married and I told you. You said, and I believe your exact words were, "I don't care about that, just as long as you weren't screwing him."

"Are you trying to tell me you just kept on seeing him all this time because I said I didn't care what you did before we got married?"

"Well, sort of. I didn't see him for a few years, then I ran into him at a store and we talked and had lunch. We kissed goodbye. I saw him a few years later and we talked again and we sat in a park and talked for hours. He was not happy in his marriage and I felt so sorry for him. He cried on my shoulder and I tried to comfort him. We met every day for a week or so. Then he left town for years."

"Why didn't you tell me about this?"

"I was afraid you wouldn't like it. I thought if you didn't know it wouldn't bother you."

"In other words you felt you were doing something wrong and didn't want me to find out?"

"I guess that is right. I didn't want you hurt in any way; I didn't do anything I thought would matter to you. I did feel it was sort of disloyal to you for me to see him."

"So how did you get back with him?"

"He called me about six months ago and said he was back in town. We started seeing each other again like before. Then it changed, he said he would tell you if I didn't give him sex. He said he would tell you we had been fucking all these years. I told him I would kill myself before I would have sex with him. I meant it too! I told him I would do no more than we had done when we were kids. I have been going crazy trying to find a way to get rid of him. Friday night I told him I would meet him for fifteen minutes after the theater meeting. He had had a few drinks and insisted I fuck him or give him a blowjob. I told him I wouldn't and he got very angry and said he was going to call you. I ran off and came home. I was scared to death when you started questioning me. I knew deep inside I had done you wrong. I couldn't see any way out of it, I was going to loose you and I wanted to die for what I had done. I was so afraid I couldn't think." 


New Business, Old Business Ch. 01



"Did you ever think of telling me the truth?"

"Yes, of course I did, but by then it was all out of control. Billy, you have to believe me, I never wanted or enjoyed one second of it. At first I felt sorry for him then I realized I had gone too far. I didn't see the way out."

"I only have a few questions more, do you love him?"

"No, I have never loved him."

"Do you want to see him again?"

"No, hell no!"

"Would you like to go stay with him for a week or two to see if you might not rather be with him?"

"NO! NEVER! You can't make me do that. I can't do that. Please don't say that, you are making me sick."

"What do you want from me?"

"I want and need your sweet love, I can't live without it. I just don't want to live if I can't be your loving wife. There is not any other thing I want from life. I want to grow old and ugly with you."

"I do not think that will happen."

"Oh! NO! Please don't do that to me?" She started sobbing and wailing. Angel ran in the door. "What happened?"

'I think she misunderstood me. She said she wanted to grow old and ugly with me, I said I thought that would never happen. I meant I thought she would never be ugly. I think she will always be beautiful." 

Sandy's head jerked up. She stared at me. The blind behind her eyes was gone and I saw the love there again.

I knew she loved me but I wasn't sure I believed her story completely.

A while later Sandy and Angel left to pick up the other girls to take then all to dance class. I retrieved four voice-activated recorders from my truck and placed one in the kitchen cabinet by the phone, I put one in a desk drawer in the den by the phone there. One more went in the back of the drawer of the nightstand beside the bed that held our phone. I saved the last one to put in Sandy's car. 

I checked in with Mike and he assured me my presence was not needed yet. He said he had things started and would be interviewing some people tomorrow.

Things were pretty well back to normal that night. We had a nice dinner, watched TV in the den for a while until the girls had to go get on their homework. Sandy sat next to me on the couch and snuggled up to me as we sipped an after dinner drink. She looked up at me with a very serious expression on her lovely face. "Can you ever really forgive me. I want you to believe me when I say it was never because of something about you. You have always been as perfect a husband as any girl could have. It was a defect in me. It is now corrected. I love you Billy, I really do. Please give me ten minutes to get ready and come in to bed and I'll show you how much I love you." 

She left and went to our room. I walked out side and slipped the last recorder under the seat of her car. They were very small wire recorders that were capable of recording twenty hours of voice. Music and other noises were filtered out. I locked everything up and headed for bed.

I entered the bedroom and saw the bathroom door was closed. I undressed and put on a terry robe and sat on the side of the bed. The door opened and I looked up to see my wife leaning against the doorframe wearing a very sexy negligee over a tiny wisp of a bra and panties. She had on thigh high stockings and very high heels. She was stunning. I felt my erection grow rapidly. 

She strutted over in front of me and let the sheer negligee slip from her shoulders and pool on the floor. She grinned, "Rip my undies right off of me, Darling. Hurry, I need you right now." 

I grabbed the bra and it popped right off. A tug on the panties accomplished the same thing. I later found out the panties and bra were called 'Rippies' and were only joined together by tiny snaps and were made to be ripped off. Damned sexy!

She smiled softly at me as she stood in front of me wearing only her stockings and high heels. I reached and pulled her towards me, my hands slipping behind her to pull her forward between my legs.

I closed my lips around a succulent nipple and suckled on it until she pulled it away and fed me the other one. Later she placed a warm hand on each side of my face and raised it up so she could kiss my lips. Our mouths opened and our tongues met to play.

There seemed to be a real passion in our loving that had been missing for a while. I moved a bit and she slipped around me and lay flat on her back, her legs slightly spread. Her eyes were locked on mine. I saw a tear run from the corner of each eye as she pulled me over her.

God, I had missed this. I had to make sure it never slipped away again. I should have made sure she was happy and not taken it for granted. I was aware that it takes two to tango and that she had been getting a measure of satisfaction on some level from dear old Frank. Hopefully he was now out of the picture. I would make sure of that.

My big hands spread her legs wider and I gently blew on her pussy. Her eyes grew wider as I softly blew air along her slit. I rubbed my wet lips up and down over her slit. I paused at the top and let my tongue tip flip over her clit. She jerked and mewed; her hands pulled me harder against her pussy. I pressed my tongue between her inner lips this time, and then stopped when I could insert my tongue inside her wet love hole.

"Yah! Billy, Billy; that is so good! You have me burning up, please fuck me now. Oh! Yes, yes, yes. Love me Billy, I love you."

My cock slipped in her vagina and my pubes slammed hard against her pelvis, my balls slapping her ass. I had wanted to go with the long slow strokes but I was too hot and horny to hold back. I fucked her fast and furious, feeling the cum well up inside me and the tingling that told me I was about to erupt inside my wife. I shuddered and stiffened as spurt after spurt of semen coated the inside of her vagina with my hot sticky load. Two more slow strokes were all I could manage after that.

I slipped down beside her and pulled her up over me. I pulled her up until she was sitting over my face and the mixture of my cum and her juices were running into my mouth. My tongue and lips slurped every speck into my mouth and cleaned her pussy out. She jerked and rubbed her pussy against my face; she quivered and moaned as she climaxed over and over again.

She slid back down over my body and kissed my wet face over and over. Tears ran from her eyes as she sobbed my name time and time again.

I thought to myself, how in the world did I almost let this get away from me. I reached down and pulled the covers up over us. She moved off my body and snuggled beside me. She whispered, "My God, Billy, I love you so damned much. Please never leave me again, I really wanted to die, I really did."

"Sush, girl, I love you too. I'll always be here for you as long as you want me."

The next morning I went to the office. I walked in and started for the back office. A very large young man stepped in front of me and asked if he could help me. "I would like to see Mike Burnowski, please."

Please wait here Sir; I'll see if he is available. What is your name Sir?"

"William Thompson."

"I'm sorry Sir, please go right in, I'm sure he will want to see you."

I walked in the office. Mike was on the phone but he terminated his call when he saw me. He jumped up and shook my hand grinning from ear to ear. "Bill, good to see you. I was hopeing you would stop by today. I guess you met our first new hire. Damned good man, he was with me in the Army. I've got a couple more coming too. Now! I took the liberty of ordering a portable building delivered day after tomorrow to use as spaces for the Security Division. We won't be able to operate like this for long; we are going to need storage space and desk space real soon. OK?"

"Right. I was going to suggest that but you beat me to it. We can see how things go; I think we will need a new building soon. I had this place built with expansion in mind. We have plenty of land here."

"Bill, I have a uniform company who assures me they can deliver a distinctly different uniform for the security guards within two days of our picking out a design. Here is their catalog and I have marked my choice. Please see how you like my idea."

"Looks good to me, I don't like the flashy stuff. Khaki for summer and OD for winter is fine. Light blue tabs and trim works well with both. Very nice on the badge design too. I think I would prefer the ranger style hat over the police cap."

"Right, I couldn't make up my mind on that. I think the ranger hat is sharper."

"Bill, how close are we to signing contracts for uniformed guards, how many do we need to have trained and ready by when?"

"Mike, a rough guess is that we will need thirty men ready in the next ninety days. Can we do it?"

"Hell yes we can. Not a problem. You get the contracts; I'll have the guys ready. How about the bodyguard types?"

"Well I have verbal commitments for four of the five day a week, eight hour day type contracts. I have six of the 24/7 type contracts ready to go when we are. We need a minimum of 26 guys. These guys have to be sharp and look sharp. The pay and clothing allowance will be commensurate with the job. It may be hard to find guys like that. Do you have ant ideas about where to find them?"

"I know just were to get them if we can pay enough."

"I have only talked rough figures with the prospective clients, but these are people wanting to protect themselves from a real threat. Money is not a real problem. Results are what they are interested in. It is a business expense."

"Then I think I know where to get the guys we need. Travel will cost extra of course. I even know a couple of travel experts"

"Mike I am going to take you at your word. Run with it. I'll talk to some people and set things up so we can phase our guys in as they come on line."

"I'll start putting the word out, I want only experienced men to start with."

"Good. Listen, I will get on my horse right now and talk to a couple of guys today. By the way, what does the young guy out front do?"

Mike grinned, "Anything we want done. He does it all and is the very best. Has ten years experience as a bodyguard. He is my son."

"OK, 25 to go!"

I talked to several of my prospective clients and was assured they would be ready to go when I was, they were not pleased with the service they now had. I went on home a little early. There was a note on the kitchen table from Sandy saying she was taking the kids to their karate lessons. They would be home at five thirty or six. I checked the recorders and found nothing. 

I went out and got in the truck again and drove to the Karate school. I walked in and the kids were all gathered around the instructor. I saw Sandy off to one side with some other mothers and walked over. She grinned at me and gave me a kiss. She introduced me to the other ladies and I sat down and whispered to her that I had a yearning for Chinese food and told her if it were all right I would pick it up on the way home. She said she would love it. She said she had chicken thawing out but it would hold fine till tomorrow night. 

The instructor looked over and saw me. He came over and bowed four times to me, he spoke to me in Japanese and I answered in the same language. He smiled and called the students over. "Boys and girls we have the great honor of having with us today Bill Thompson San. He is one of the true great masters of the art of Karate." My girls all stared at me. I thanked every one and said I had to go. I went out and got the recorder out of Sandy's car. I drove to the Chinese restaurant and place my order. I saw there was an hour or so of recording on the recorder. I would have to play it back when I got back home to the player. I sipped a beer while I waited inside for our order. I was home before the girls and went in my little office and played it back. 

There was the chatter of Sandy taking the kids to the school bus. Then I heard one side of a phone conversation that scared me to death at the start.

"Hi, Frank. I need to talk to you. No. NO way. Never again ever." 

"Frank, Bill knows about us. I told him a lot of what we did."

"Frank, he walked out on me and I thought I would die. I have never been so scared in my whole life. I thought I had lost him. I knew right then that it would kill me."

"Yes I really mean that. Here I had the most wonderful man in the whole world and I cheated on him."

"Frank dear, compared to him, you ARE dog shit. I don't want to hurt you feelings but you don't compare in any way. Most certainly not as a man or as a lover. I was totally crazy. I don't understand it at all."

"No, I never want to see or hear from you again."

"Frank, I wouldn't do that if I were you. I can't stress how foolish that would be."

"Frank, this is 225 pounds of muscle and bone, lightning fast and deadly. I doubt there are ten men in this country who could take him." 

"Damned right I am proud of him, he can also be the sweetest, gentlest, and tenderest lover you have ever seen.

"If you want to talk to him tell me right now and I will set it up. Kiss your wife and kids goodbye before you try it. You have two chances of survival; slim and none."

"Frank, just forget it. Find another stupid housewife, I will never be available again."

"No. Never. Goodbye. Click" 

I heard the garage door opening and shut everything down. I greeted them at the kitchen door.

"Daddy, Daddy, why didn't you tell us you were a famous karate fighter? Mom said it was your job to tell us, not hers."

"Yeah Dad, why the big secret?"

I looked at Sandy; she smiled gently and took my hand. "Do you want me to tell them?" I nodded.

"Girls, your Daddy was a famous black belt, tenth dan when I met him. He was really in emotional trouble and I wanted to help him, I like to think I did. He had hit a man in a match so hard the man never recovered. People convinced him it wasn't his fault. He entered another contest several months later and the same thing happened. He just hit so damned hard no one could stand up to it. He just smashed bones or what ever he hit. He never fought again. He has fought the guilt of that all his life. He is my hero and will always be my hero."

The four of them rushed to me and hugged and kissed me. Angel said, "Daddy, I love you, I KNOW you didn't set out to hurt anyone, that is just not you."

"Thank you girls, it is just something I am not proud of. I am getting over it, with your sweet Momma's help." The girl's were hungry and scrambled around serving up the take-out food. After dinner and the kids had studied and were ready for bed Anna and April came and kissed me Goodnight. Angel came a bit later. "Daddy, I love you. April is just like you. If she hits you it hurts for a long long time. She is the youngest but she is twice as good as I am. She is scary."

"Do you want me to talk to her?"

"No Dad, she knows now. Just love her."

"I love all of you. You know that don't you?"

"All of us know that. Good night Daddy."

I a few moments Sandy came in and sat in my lap and kissed me for a long time. She pulled back and looked in my eyes. "Billy, I need to talk to you. I know you told me not to talk to Frank again. I just had to talk to him. I needed to have full closure. I told him I never wanted to see or hear from him again. He knows I meant it." 

"Thanks for telling me that, I have moments when I wonder if I will ever trust you completely again, that helps a bunch."

She started crying and I rubbed her back. She sniffled, "I don't blame you Dear. I destroyed that trust."

"Yes, now you have the opportunity to rebuild that trust, teach me to trust you again."

"Oh! I will, I promise I will. I will never even tell you a little white lie. Never."

"Am I the best lover you ever had?"

"Hell Yes."

"There you go again."

"What, that is God's truth. Way far the best." Then she giggled, "Let me think about that for a minute. Hmmmm, there was, hummm, and, hummm, and hummmm, and then, hummmm. Yep! I was right the first time, no contest. You are the best. Wait, I forgot.............., No I was right. You win."

"Girl I sure hope you are just teasing me."

"You know I am teasing you." She looked in my eyes, scared.

"I think, in light of recent revelations, it would be best if we don't tease about that anymore for a while. OK?"

"Right Dear. Let's go to bed and run another quick test."

"Damn, you just won't quit will you?"

"Honey, if I don't laugh about it I will have to cry about my stupidity. OK?"

"OK, maybe I can find out why you drive all the men crazy."

"I do?"

"Yep, all except me."

"What? Get your ass in our bed and we will see about that."

"Ho Hum, if I don't fall asleep first."

"We WILL see about that."



New Business, Old Business Ch. 02



Sandy is my beautiful wife of twenty years. She has long black hair and a figure most women half her age would die for. She loves to wear her hair in a ponytail. She also knows just how to drive me crazy with lust for her.

Unfortunately it doesn't happen often enough. I am currently very busy trying to start a new security business as a part of my investigative service. I know I need to spend more time with her and I really try. I have been doing better lately after I found she was seeing another man. A guy she had gone with before we met.

She claimed she had never had intercourse with him but I was not totally sure I believed her. She said the only thing she had ever done was give him hand jobs. She had justified this by quoting a statement I had made early in our relationship, in regard to what she had done with him before we met, she said it was only heavy petting and manual stimulation. I said, 'I don't care about that, just as long as you weren't screwing him.' She didn't end the relationship for a long time. She admitted she saw this guy off and on for twenty years. She intimated that there were only about twenty meetings total over that length of time. This was devastating to me. She swore she only loved me and I believe her. I do not believe she ever loved the guy. It was mostly the excitement and exhilaration of doing something illicit she enjoyed. I do at this time have no idea of how strong this fetish is. I do know I must be vigilant and guard against a reoccurrence. My new CEO is a retired Army Command Sergeant Major. He is primarily in charge of the security and bodyguard part of the business. We have twenty-eight bodyguards either on the job or in training now. We have forty security guard men on the job or in training. I have also increased the number of investigators and other operatives who work for us from Four to twelve. 

We find that our Security customers want investigations on an increasing level. Background checks is another area that we are expanding. Several of our best people are busy training new people. There are new people in training at all times. We have just rented our third portable building in two month to handle all the lockers, dressing rooms, and classrooms we require. Fortunately I had the resources in hand to pay for all this until the payments started coming in. I was lucky I had lined up enough contracts so that as our people came on line they immediately generated income. We have never had to operate in the red. That fact slows the graying process considerably. 

Ralph Baker is an elderly gentleman, and a true master investigator. He is no longer able to actively get out and do the leg work, instead I hired him out of a boring retirement to teach our operatives. He loves it and is worth his weight in gold. In one of our discussions he asked if I could recommend some unsuspecting targets he could use for training purposes. I gave him a list. 1.Mrs. William Thompson 2.Mr. Mike Burnowski. 3.Mr. William Thompson 4.Mrs. Francis Peterson 5.Mr. Frank Scroggins

I would come up with more if necessary.

I requested that advanced students be used to conduct surveillance on numbers 1. And 5. With weekly written report, including photographs and recordings. The students were warned that in all cases the target should never know they are under scrutiny.

Mike Burnowski, the new CEO, and I had become close friends. He knew his stuff and knew countless people in all aspects of the business. His son, Charles, works for us too. He is a large very handsome and elegant young man. He is currently assigned as the bodyguard to an extremely wealthy middle aged lady. She is quite beautiful and he says the fringe benefits of the job are such that he would consider doing it for nothing. He escorts her to all sorts of social functions as her escort or date. The lady doesn't like anyone else to escort her to these events. He gets a lot of overtime pay. She has yet to complain and feels he is worth every penny. She is the only lady we currently serve. She says she has several friends who are interested in the same sort of protection. Charles says he has several well-trained and polished young men he could recommend. Might be a profitable sideline. They will be very expensive." Mike has a lovely daughter, Sidney, who well be working for us when her current contract expires. 

She is very attractive and is an elegant and impressive companion on any executive's arm. She is armed and very effective. She does not perform any other services. Her specialty is providing unobtrusive protection in special situations where an additional male would be noticeable and cause unwanted gossip.

The first week's surveillance of Sandy was totally uneventful, it was obvious she had no idea she was being followed. That was just what I wanted to see. The results were the same week after week with Sandy. 

Dear old Frank Scroggins was another matter. He was bird- dogging a few other women with no apparent luck. He did drive past my house several times. He made no attempt to contact Sandy. I still had a tap on my house phones and found no unusual calls. 

Sandy was as loving and sweet as she always had been through the years. Our sex life was much improved and I loved it. Even when I was tired and not in the mood I forced myself to be enthusiastic and appear eager to have sex with her. She is so beautiful and sexy it never failed to end up as memorable night of loving. She was such a happy person that our loving seemed to be a really joyous time for her. I still had some reservations about her and the trust she had destroyed was no longer there. I loved her beyond all reason and knew life without her would be pure hell. I didn't know if I would ever trust her again. 

We started going to more social functions and Sandy seemed to enjoy herself. She almost never left my side. She drank only non-alcoholic drinks and declined all invitations to dance with other men. She would smile and say something like, "My husband has all my dances reserved, and he filled his name in every slot on my dance card, isn't he sweet." She never even conversed with other men unless she was holding my hand or clutching my arm. She became very fond of Mike and his wife of forty years, Beth.

They are somewhat older than we are. Beth and Sandy would talk together and giggle and laugh. We had them over to our house for dinner several times and everyone enjoyed it.

Then I played back a tape from her car. I heard her say, "Why are you calling me. I told you it is over. NO. No. Listen, it is too soon. Let me think about it. No, I don't want to think about it, the answer is NO. It will always be no." CLICK. 

My heart leapt for joy. That is just what I wanted to hear. Wait, that sounded a little to pat. Did she have me figured out? She likes people to think she is not too smart but that is far from the truth. I know from her mother that she always tested over 160 on her IQ tests. 150 or above is considered to be a genius. 

Our oldest, Angel told me that her mother was the smartest and sneakiest person she knew. Angel said Sandy would let them think they were fooling her about something; then she would spring a trap of some sort on them. They had all learned it didn't pay to try and fool their mother. It did not add up that she had been such a fool about Frank Scroggins. How did I know that Frank was on the phone?

I would have to tell Ralph Baker that I thought she had figured out I had her phone tapped, and may have spotted a tail. He said there were ways to tell. He said give him a couple days; then he would know.

I knew the guys were pretty good. I had gotten reports of my activities for several days in a row. The reports were very accurate, but I had spotted no one. 

Two days later Ralph Baker called my office and told me I was right. She had found the recorder in her car. He was sure she had even found the player for the recorder in my home office. She had removed the wire cartridge and replaced it an hour later. She had probably played it back. He didn't think she had picked up the surveillance, but she had started taking little evasive maneuvers.

I had to grin. Was she playing games with me? Why would she do that unless she had a way to prove she was innocent? I really believed she still loved me. I didn't believe she would take a chance by cheating on me in any way. She had to know that if I caught her again it would be the end for us. How could she prove she was as pure as the driven snow? I would have to think about that.

I walked in Mike's office carrying two fresh cups of coffee. I saw one of the guys walking near the door to his office. "Hey! Open Mike's door for me please."

He opened the door and I walked in and stopped in my tracks. A very beautiful woman was sanding there yelling at Mike. She was a tall blond, really stacked. She was very elegantly dressed. She was surprised by my unexpected entry and stopped yelling with her mouth open.

"Excuse me please, here is coffee for both of you." I quickly turned and headed back out the door.

"STOP WHERE YOU ARE." She said. I stopped and looked back at her. 

"Him. That one will be perfect. Does he have a tux?"

Mike smiled at her, "Yes Ma'am I believe he does."

"Fine, she looked at me and started for the door. As she passed me she said, "Pick me up at seven."

She went regally out the door like a queen. I looked at Mike. "What the hell was that about?"

Mike grinned, "That was Charles' client, Loretta Hunt. He has the flu. He is sick in bed. Her contract says we will provide a trained bodyguard, approved by her, every Friday and Saturday evening. Everyone else is either busy or unavailable. Friday is her night to go to the Country Club, she needs a date. She chose you."

"What?"

"She says she will sue if we break her contact and bad mouth us all over town. She does have a lot of influence with all the rich people in town. She could hurt us badly."

"Shit, what can we do?"

"I guess you will have to be her date." 

"Oh my God! Sandy would kill me!"

"Let me work on Sandy. Just sit down and drink that coffee you brought."

Mike pushed a speed button on his phone. There was evidently no answer. He looked at a phonebook and dialed again.

He grinned and said, "Hi! Sandy, this is Mike Burnowski. Just fine. You? Listen, Bill and I have a problem, Where are you now? Oh! That's not far from here. Could you possibly stop over? Ten minutes, great, see you then!" Mike looked at me, "I think we need a third opinion about this case."

"Mike, I know what you are trying to do. I am very afraid of this. It could very easily back fire on me. I love my wife. If the situation were reversed I would say 'No fucking way.'

"Well if she says that, we will just have to call Ms. Hunt and say we are sorry but we are out of people."

The light knock came on the office before I expected it. Sandy walked in and saw me and came to me and kissed me. She gave Mike a brush kiss on the cheek. "Well boys, tell me the problem." Mike explained the situation to Sandy. She looked at me. "What are the contractual responsibilities of the bodyguard?"

Mike said, "The bodyguard is to provide personal protection to the client. He is to be armed. He is to accompany to any place she wants to go. He will stay close to her at all times unless she requires privacy. In certain situations he will guard the entry to the room she occupies. She may dismiss him early at her discretion. In social gatherings he will be attentitive and appear to be her date for the evening. If required he will dance with the client. If he is requested to dance with anyone else and does so it does not relieve him of his responsibility to protect her. No other interaction is required. That is about it."

Sandy thought for a minute. "Billy, would you let me do this if the conditions were reversed?"

"No."

"No reasons, no explanation? Just a flat no?"

"No way in hell would I let you do this."

"Yet you expect me to approve of you doing it?"

"No, I don't."

"What? You mean that?"

"Yes I do. I would throw a fit. I would never permit you to do something like this."

She walked over to the window. She stood and looked out the window. She turned and looked at Mike. "Is this the woman your son Charley has been servicing after work for months?"

Mike sighed, "Yes Sandy it is the same woman."

She looked at me for a rather long time. She stepped close to me and looked in my eyes. "Is she beautiful?"

"Yes." She did not look away for a long time.

She walked to the door and put her hand on the knob. "Billy, I have no qualms at all about this. I trust you completely. Are you going to come home and take a nap and change clothes before you go?"

I nodded, "I'll be there soon."

She left and Mike looked at me. "Do you still feel bad about this Bill?"

"Yeah! I still have a bad feeling about this."

"Then forget it. I'll call it off."

"No, we are too new in the business to get a strike on our record. I want Chuck back on his feet for tomorrow."

"She said tomorrow night was not essential, tonight is."

"Write down her address and phone number."

I went home and Sandy was there. She greeted me at the door with a nice kiss. She put her arms around my neck and buried her face in my chest. Then she said, "Billy, I know you do not believe in me or trust me anymore. I know you still love me, which is what is important to me. I will earn the trust again. I will!" 

I got out my old trusty S&W 9mm and the inside the belt holster. I checked the loads and carried them to my bedroom. Sandy had the shades drawn and the bed turned down. "Will you still be here when I get back with the girls?"

"I won't leave until six thirty. I hope I will be home early."

She looked into my eyes, "Come home safe to me is all I ask, my love." She kissed me sweetly and left the room closing the door behind her. Either she really loved me, or she was an amazing actress.

I got up, shaved, showered, dressed and put the pistol holster on. I had trouble adjusting it the way I was used to wearing it because of the cummerbund. I went down to the office and dug through my stuff and found an old shoulder holster. It fit better with the tux; thankfully it was cut just full enough so the gun wasn't obvious. I still didn't like it. I took it back off. I got out my old Walther PPK/s. I put the cost on and just stuck the pistol in the side pocket of my pants. It about disappeared.

The .38 APC cartridge was not exactly my favorite. But as my old combat shooting instructor used to say, "If you shoot the perp in the right eye it don't matter if it is a .22 short or a .44 magnum." I really didn't expect to be in a firefight tonight. Most anything else I could handle with my hands or feet. Oh well, off to the wars.

I heard the garage door and a moment later the kids ran in the house. April yelled, "Hey look at Daddy, he is gorgeous. Wow!" They all had to have a kiss. Sandy smiled at me, "If I had known you were going to look this good I never would have agreed to this. I'll wait up for you Darling."

I was at the Hunt Mansion right at seven. I knocked on the door and told the man who opened the door I was there to see Ms. Hunt. She appeared a moment later. 

"Ah! Right on time. My! My! You look good enough to eat." She was beautiful and sexy in a sheer black dress that barely covered her large breasts and flowed over her hips and trailed to the floor. The skirt was separate panels of cloth that opened to show almost her whole leg from hip to ankle as she walked. She took my arm and as we stepped out a silver Rolls Royce Limo stopped in front of us. I helped her in and dashed to the other side. 

"So, you are Bill Thompson. You are becoming quite well known in the business world locally. I didn't think the money would mean that much to you."

"Ma'am, it wasn't the money. You have a contract I felt obligated to do everything in my power to uphold."

"Wonderful, exactly the correct answer. Are you married Mr. Thompson?"

"Yes, I have a truly beautiful wife and three lovely daughters."

"And she let you do this?"

"Oh yes, we explained the problem to her and she made the decision."

"Really, I don't think I could do that. May I call you Bill, is that what you use, or do you prefer William.

"I use Bill, that is what is on my birth certificate."

"Fine, Bill it is, you may call me Loretta. This will be a dinner dance. Are you familiar with the table settings for a formal dinner?"

"I do alright until they set the table with the fish knife and fork above the plate. Then I get confused. I'll just use what you use and I promise not to tuck my napkin in my collar."

She held my arm against her and laughed. "I think you will be just fine." I could feel the warmth of her breast through my sleeve. It wasn't long before we pulled up in front of the Country Club. I walked around to her door and waited for the Doorman to open it before I extended my hand and helped her from the car.

She smiled at me and held my arm tightly as we entered the building. She guided me to a large ballroom. The formal dinning room was visible through another door. There was a larger crowd than I had expected. I saw several people I knew. I also saw several of my customers with their trophy wives. 

She went to the ladies room and I stood out side and waited. I saw a phone and called home. Angel answered. I asked how everyone was doing. "Momma is so cute, she is like a cat on a hot tin roof. She can't sit still, she looks at the clock all the time, she is as jealous as hell. Here, let me give the phone to her, she just came to see who I was talking to."

"Sandy, I just called to say I miss you."

"Billy, I love you, just come home."

We circulated and I met some nice people. Loretta was charming and introduced me by my correct title and even explained how I was filling in for Charles. One older gentleman talked with us for quite a while. He asked if I was a qualified bodyguard. I told him I was. He said I looked very fit and felt my upper arm. 

"Loretta, Dear girl, have you felt the bicep on this man. It is like steel."

"Indeed I have, I'll tell you about the rest of him later." The old guy walked off chuckling to himself. She looked up at me, "He would be heart broken if I didn't say something like that. He is my banker and I have to uphold my reputation. I am known as the biggest but most discrete slut in the Club."

"Some how I don't believe that." She stopped and turned to me and lifted on her tiptoes and kissed me on the corner of my mouth. She grinned, "Leave that lipstick there, it adds to my reputation. They are all atwitter because they think I am cheating on poor Charles. I really wouldn't do that I really love the boy. I know he doesn't love me and will leave me one day. It won't be the first time." I bent down and kissed her little nose. She grinned up at me.

"Bill, your wife is crazy, I would never let you do this. You are way too cute."

"She trusts me?"

She looked up at me again, "Bill if things ever go sour between the two of you please call me first. We are the same age I think, we would be very good together."

I gently laughed at her, "What about Charles?"

"Honey he is a sweet toy boy. You are a man."

The dinner was delightful. The dancing was fun. She was a good dancer and was really nice to look at when she swung away from me. I could never tell for sure if she was wearing panties. I know she wasn't wearing a bra. She danced with several other men. I watched her like a hawk. I was not aware of any particular threat I was protecting her from. It just seemed like the thing to do.

We rode back in the Rolls and we talked for a bit before she went in. I told her I had enjoyed the evening. She kissed me good night. She asked for my card. She had seen me give out several. I saw her safely inside and went home.




New Business, Old Business Ch. 02



I walked in the house and Sandy was waiting for me. She had a damp warm washcloth in her hand. She wiped off my mouth then kissed me. "Do you have anything left for your old lady?"

"Everything!"

"Did you like her? Was she a better kisser than I am?"

"How did you know I kissed her, I thought I had wiped it all off?"

"She told me, she said I was crazy to let you out alone. Her exact words were, "Your man adores you and he is way too precious to take a chance of having some bitch like me get her claws in him."

"Billy, she is right. Don't ask again."

"Hopefully it will not be necessary. She was a very beautiful lady. Every time I looked at her I thought of you. I wished it were you with me. That is the truth."

She helped me out of my jacket and untied the bow tie. I got the cummerbund off and she was busy at the belt and zipper on my pants. She almost ripped my under shorts off and buried her face in my crotch. I lifted her and opened her robe. She was completely nude under it. She turned and jumped on the bed. I was right behind her; I almost fell on my face. My pants, shorts, shoes and socks were around and on my feet. 

Sandy giggled at me. "It doesn't look you have had much practice getting out of that outfit in a hurry." She held her arms out to me. That was an invitation I had never been able to refuse. I sat on the side of the bed and kicked off the encumbrances round my feet. I rolled on to the bed and right on top of her body.

I held her sweet face and kissed her passionately I felt wetness on my face and looked down to see Sandy was crying. "Baby, what's wrong?"

She sobbed, "Billy I trusted you but I was so scared. I was afraid you might like her too much. I know you still don't trust me and I am afraid that might kill your love for me. I couldn't think of anything but you dancing and holding her in your arms. I hated her. I wanted to be the one with you."

"Sandra, you are my one and only love. You have not killed my love for you. You have nicked it a little, but it survives and will heal if it doesn't get hurt again."

Her eyes searched mine. "Do you mean that?"

"Yes I do. I really and truly want to grow old with you. I have no desire to have any other woman, but I will not and cannot share you with any other person." 

"Oh! Billy I learned last night that I could never do that either. It would kill me to know you were having sex with another woman. I hear or read about couples swapping or watching each other make love to someone else. That would just kill me, I can't even think about that happening with you with out getting so upset I can't function at all. Just the thought of it tears me apart. I cry over what I did to you every time I think about it. I am fixing that though."

"What do you mean?"

"Hush! I need you inside me this second. NO MORE TALKING! Damn it, fuck me now." Her legs spread wide and her hand grabbed my fully erect and dripping cock. She rubbed him around in her eager and wet pussy. I plunged right to the hilt. I stayed bottomed out in her. I thrust in and out with pressure and not movement. The undulating pressure on her clit brought her rapidly to a small orgasm. She mewed softly deep in her throat. 

I started the long slow strokes. On the up stroke I left only the tip of my cock in contact with the inner lips of her pussy. I paused there. Then I moved slowly feeling the walls of her vagina squeezing my rock hard erection. At the bottom I again undulated the pressure. She was growing louder and louder and I put my mouth over hers and muffled her screams of pleasure. She was thrusting up to meet me now and trying to change my rhythm. She wanted me faster. She was very wet now and I could feel my prick sloshing around in her pussy now. It was a delightful feeling and she must have thought so too. She was shuddering and jerking almost uncontrollably now. I knew this was what she called a 'biggie', a major orgasm. She was holding my face; crying for me to cum inside of her. I was almost there. I was in a frenzy of thrusting as deep as I could, feeling the pressure and the ecstatic sensations building to my climax. I quivered and her pussy spasmed around my cock. I flooded the inside of her sweet pussy with my huge load of hot slippery seed. She had another 'biggie' the same time. 

I thought she would flop back and rest, but no! She jumped out of bed and started the shower. It was a couple of minutes later when I made it to the shower. She lovingly washed every speck of my body. I wanted to do her too but she said she was finished already. We dried each other and went back to bed. It felt good to have my love cuddle beside me.

I woke up alone and slipped into my robe and went to the kitchen. Coffee was waiting and I poured myself a cup. I sat at the table and sipped the coffee and tried to think about what I needed to do that day. There was a pile of mail on the counter. I saw a bank statement and glanced at it. Hummm! The balance in our joint debit account was a bit less than I had expected. I checked the individual transactions.

There were what appeared to be several thousand dollars worth of doctor bills to a doctor I didn't know. I needed to request a detail of one of them. I heard Sandy's vehicle stop outside and heard the door shut. I heard loud voices and hurried to the window. I saw Sandy struggling with a man. I ran for the door. I recognized Frank Scroggins. Sandy pulled away from him. She turned and threw herself into my chest. I heard and saw the two shots from the gun he held. Sandy slumped to the ground. He stared at her as I lunged for him and got my hands on him. I ripped the pistol from his hand and smashed the heel of my hand into his face as hard as I could. He dropped like a rock. I Whirled and ran to Sandy. She had been hit twice and blood was everywhere. A man ran up and said, "I have called 911. The cops and rescue team are on the way. Mr. Thompson. I'll call our office too." I looked at Sandy an she looked up at me, She whispered, "I love you, Billy, only you." I heard the sirens in the distance. I tried to find a way to help Sandy. I was glad to see she seemed to be alert. The man with the phone came over and said, "The other guy is dead."

"What?"

"The other guy, Scoggins is dead. You killed him. His face is crushed."

Sandy said, "Oh! No. I know you didn't mean it, Billy. I love you so much." The police and EMT people arrived and Sandy was put in a ambulance. They wouldn't let me go with her. I was hand cuffed and questioned. The guy with the cell phone said he had seen the whole thing. A cop followed me into the house while I got dressed. 

The chief of police was there when I went back outside. I knew him very well. He had them take the cuffs off and told me I could go to the hospital to see about Sandy. The witness said he would be glad to drive me. Mike arrived about then. I found out the witness was tailing Sandy that morning.

The medical examiner arrived just as I was going to leave. He looked at Scroggins and talked to the Chief. They walked over and talked to me as I sat in the passenger seat of Mike's car. "Mr. Thompson, what in Heaven's name did you hit him with?" asked the Doctor. I held up my hand. "What? The victim's whole face is shattered and shoved into his brain. Death was instant. What did you use?"

"My fucking hand, he had just shot my wife, I lost my temper. Sorry! The witness spoke up, "I saw the whole thing. Mr. Thompson jumped at him and hit him with the heel of his hand. Fastest thing I have ever seen. Scroggins dropped like a rock." 

The Doctor looked at me. "May I please see your hand?"

I shoved it out the window. He felt it; he looked carefully at the hard pad of callous on the heel and the back edge of my hand. He looked up at me. "You may go Mr. Thompson." Mike called his wife Beth; she said she was on her way to the hospital. He then asked her to find the number for the emergency room. He dialed it and when they answered he somehow got patched through to the doctor who had treated Sandy. He said she was going to be fine, she should have a complete recovery. A huge load was lifted from me. I was glad Mike was driving, I cried like a baby.

When we got to the hospital Sandy was just coming out of surgery. She was unconscious and I was told she would be in recovery in ten minutes. The doctor talked to me. He assured me Sandy would be fine. She had taken one shot in her right upper back hitting and piercing the scapula. The other bullet hit lower in the back and missed all bones and ended up in the stomach muscles. They had recovered both bullets. They were small caliber, likely .22 long rifle. He grinned at me. "She was in good spirits. She thinks you are Superman, she thinks you killed her assailant with one hand." He laughed.

Mike said, "She is right, he did."

"What? With one hand?"

"One hand and one blow." said Mike.

The doctor said, "She said she had warned him not to try you. She said she begged him to stay away. I asked her how she got shot? She said he told her he was going to kill you. She said she tried to get his gun but he was too strong for her. She said she threw herself on you so you wouldn't be hurt. She really loves you." I turned and sat in a chair and shed a few more tears.

I thanked the Doctor and Mike spotted his wife, she rushed to us. She wanted to know how Sandy was. Mike told her the whole thing in a shortened version. Beth walked over to me, "We girls talk you know, she told me a number of times that she loved you so much she would not hesitate to die so you could live. I don't think she thought she would ever have to prove it, but she did."

We saw her sleeping in the bed in the recovery room. I went in the hall and used the cell phone to call Angel's School. I explained that her mother had been shot and that I needed to talk to her before she heard about it from someone else. After about ten minutes she came on the phone. I told her what had happened and that Sandy was going to be all right. Mrs. Burnowski was going to pick her up at school. I called April and Anna and gave them the same instructions. Beth left to get the kids.

Sandy was awake but groggy when I went back in the room. Mike was talking to her. She smiled weakly at me. She said, "Are you OK?"

"Yes, I haven't a scratch on me thanks to you.?"

She looked up at me, her eyes wide, "Did I do good, Billy, I couldn't let him hurt you?"

"Honey, You were wonderful, I owe you my life."

"No Billy, I owe you my life. I couldn't live without you."

In several weeks things were back to normal. One night after the kids were asleep I told Sandy I wished she would explain some things to me. She said she would answer any question I had.

"Who is a Dr. Silvia Haughton? And why were you seeing her?"

"She is a psychiatrist, I had some issues in my life I need help with and she was very helpful."

"Will you tell me what the issues were or are?"

"Yes, please be patient with me. This is hard for me to do. I know you need to know these things but I have been scared to tell you. It is about Frank Scroggins and I. Dr. Haughton was able to discover that Frank had had me hypnotized for years. I remember now that it started when we were dating. I am unable to remember all the things he made me do with him. I guess he always knew I was available to him whenever he wanted me. I would be free from him when he left for a few years.

Then he would call me and I was under his spell again. Dr. Haughton says there were probably lots of things he could never get me to do because they were against my core beliefs. I believe I was true to you except for the things I told you about already.

I began to be able to resist him. He didn't like that at all. He tried to hypnotize me again but I wouldn't do what he wanted. I feel so ashamed of what I did. I let you down and I hate myself for that." 

I took her in my arms and assured her that I wasn't angry and that I loved her with all my heart. I told her that this information explained a lot of things that had bothered me. 

Our loving had never been better. Every thing seemed to be going well. Then one afternoon when I got home from work Sandy said she had a problem.

"Do you remember Loretta Hunt?"

"Yes, I sure do, why?"

"It seems she needs you again."

"What? No way. I can't do it."

"Sure you can, only this time it will be different. Here."

She handed me an envelope. I opened it. It was an invitation to a cocktail party at the Hunt Mansion. It was to Mr. And Mrs. Bill Thompson. I looked at Sandy. "Do you want to go?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world. Did you read the note on the back?"

I turned the note over, the note said, 'Hi big guy. I told you I wouldn't forget you. I have four lady friends who are dieing to meet you and apply for your services. Please come. 

Yours,

Loretta'

"Are you sure you want to go?"

"Well how else am I going to check out the competition?"

"Sandy, there is no competition for my love, you are the undefeated and unchallenged winner. No contest."

"We have to go, don't you see, it is a challenge to me to let you compare our charms side by side. And it won't hurt your business. Four new 'toy boy' contracts are worth what in your pocket over a year, $60 or $70 thousand dollars?"

"NO, only fifty some thousand grand."

A year of College for one of the girls. Right?"

"Yeah! I grinned at her, What's it gonna cost, new cocktail dress, shoes, bag, hairdo and lingerie? "

Sandy grinned at me, "no lingerie."

"What?"

"Honey, there are no rules in this game. All's fair..."

"Sandy, I am with you all the way and don't you forget it."

"I know that, Sweetie, we are an unbeatable team."

"I guess my Beige linen suit will do won't it?"

"No way Buster I am not going to let her think I don't dress you well. I'll look for something while I'm out shopping for myself."

"Fine."

Several weeks later we arrived at the entrance to the Hunt Mansion. Sandy and I stepped out and the Valet took the car. Loretta greeted us as we entered the foyer. She kissed me lightly on the lips and turned to Sandy and stopped and stared at her. Sandy was wearing a teal matte jersey scoop neck dress that appeared to have been painted on her body above the waist and down over her hips and legs to several inches above her knees. She wore golden shoes with ankle straps and stiletto heels. She carried a small golden clutch purse and had a golden shawl over her shoulders. Her black hair was in a crown braid emphasizing her long lovely neck. She was breath takingly beautiful.

Loretta shook her head and smiled at her, "Sandy, I am happy to finally meet you, now I see why you trust him out alone. He will never find anyone as lovely anywhere."

"Thank you, but you notice I won't let him near you alone anymore."

"Bill, Sandy is a sweet as she is lovely, I like her already and that is unusual for me. I usually hate lovely women. I like Sandy. I think you both know my date Charles."

Chuck gave a half bow and kissed the back of Sandy's hand and shook mine. He said. "Good evening Mr. And Mrs. Thompson, delighted to see you again." He looked strong, handsome and quite dashing. Sandy clung tightly to my arm as we walked in to the parlor of the huge house. She looked around and whispered in my ear, "He's cute, can I have one?"

I looked at her and put on my fiercest glare, "Forgettaboutit."

"Yes Dear."

We circulated about the room. The old gentleman, Loretta's banker, walked over and greeted me. I introduced him to Sandy. He looked at her. He looked at me. "That is the most magnificent woman I have met in my whole eighty- six years. You are a truly lucky and fortunate man." I thanked him and left Sandy with him while I got us a couple of drinks. Sandy had drawn a crowd of men by the time I returned. I noticed her nipples were about half erect. The fabric of her dress concealed nothing. I whispered for her to look at her boobs. She looked down, then at me. "They belong to you my love. Only you may touch."

Sandy held my arm and adjusted her shawl to cover her nipples. We walked to a group of people. Loretta was beckoning us over and she introduced us as her favorite couple. Several very handsome men moved in around Sandy eyeing her speculatively. Loretta grinned, "You all have heard of this wonderful couple. She is the wife who took two bullets to save her husband and he is the husband who killed the attacker with one blow of his hand. Aren't they a lovely couple?" I noticed the men admired Sandy from a distance. She had us sit at the large table with her four friends. She crooked her finger and Charles was at her side. He had never been more than an arms length away. "Girls, this young gentleman is my personal bodyguard, Charles. Charles do you have the folders with you?" 

"Yes, darling I do have them."

"Isn't the 'Darling ' a nice touch? It is much more personal than a 'Ma'am' or something. Here pass these folders around. These are six of the bodyguards now available from Mr. Thompson's company. I would never do a business of this nature with anyone else. Mr. Thompson takes a personal interest in seeing we are totally pleased. He even went so far as to act as my escort one evening when Charles was ill. His beautiful wife Sandy is so secure in her marriage that she let him escort me that evening. I don't know any other wife who would do that. Not with me anyway." Sandy held her hand up. "I trust Bill completely but I sweated bullets that night until I had him home in my bed. Now that I have gotten a closer look at Miss Loretta I can assure you it won't happen again. Notice my hand never leaves his arm. I am keeping close tabs on him."

One of the other Ladies said, "I notice you are not holding his arm now." Sandy smiled and lifted her arm. Our little fingers were locked together. I passed out my cards after the folders were returned to Charles. "Feel free to call for an appointment at anytime. And NO, Sandy, you still can't have one." They Ladies were all chattering among them selves. Sandy whispered and asked if I would dance with her. We excused ourselves and moved to the dance floor. She flowed into my arms. The first number was a nice old slow number. Her head was nestled against my chest. My nose was in her hair. I loved the vanilla and violet smell she always had in her hair. She lifted her lips toward mine and we gently kissed. The next number was much faster and She twirled away from me and I pulled her back. Her nipples were fully erect now and poked the front of her dress out delightfully. Looking carefully one could even see the areolas. I looked up and saw that no one else was dancing. They were all watching us. The number ended and I pulled her to my chest and tenderly kissed her for a long time. Everyone clapped and we bowed slightly and returned to the table. Loretta took Sandy's hand. "Honey that is so cute that he gets you all excited and your nipples poke out like that. The big smile on his face tells me he loves it too. You are one lucky girl. I think you have nothing to worry about from any woman." 

Sandy held her hand and kissed her cheek, "I pray that you are right, Loretta, he is just so damned precious to me that I will never take another chance. I know I could never live without him." A tear ran from her eye. Loretta pulled a hanky from somewhere and carefully dabbed at Sandy's eye. 

"Sandy, you never have to worry about me. I know my very life would be in danger if I touched him. I just know you wouldn't hesitate to kill to keep him."

"I would have to I guess, what else could I do? Unless he asked for his freedom, then I would just crawl in a corner and die."

Sandy and Loretta hugged each other. Loretta leaned back, "Now that we are friends can you tell me where you got that sexy cocktail dress."

"Sure, I looked all over town at all the trendy shops and couldn't find want I wanted. I ended up taking a chance and got the dress and shoes for a modest price from Victoria's Secret on line catalog. The total was about one hundred and ten bucks."




New Business, Old Business Ch. 02



"What?"

"Yes, It arrived and I tried it on. I altered it a smidge and I thought it looked good on me so I went with it."

"It is absolutely adorable. I have a feeling everything looks good on you."



New Business, Old Business Ch. 03



This is a continuation of the New Business, Old business Story, it is recommended you read the preceding chapters in order to best understand the plot.

I saw the business grow exponentially the next five or six months. Our 'Bodyguard Dates' grew by leaps and bounds. We had to buy a motel and refurbish it for a school to train socially acceptable guards. The qualifications were difficult but the word spread and in a few months we had to hire firms specializing in background checks. Our requirements were as tough as those for Secret Service people guarding government VIPs.

Wealthy ladies from all over the country wanted the service. We were nearing a thousand guards around the country on duty. Our School was turning out around two hundred 'Bodyguard Dates' every month. Most of the 'Bodyguard Dates' clients only needed them at night and five nights a week.

We required the clients to sign a minimum six-month lease. Several of our 'Bodyguards' married their clients. Some were not compatible and we would provide a different bodyguard until they were happy. They had to sign a new six-month lease each time.

Mike, the CEO, had hired his daughter Sidney to train and set up a female branch of the 'Bodyguard Dates'. She is a beautiful woman and would never be taken as a bodyguard. She is about 5'6" and weighs maybe 130 lbs. She can look sleek and sophisticated or like the girl next door.

The female bodyguards work a bit differently than their male counterparts do. They are usually wanted on a short- term basis. Like once a week, or perhaps even less. Their hourly rate is much higher. We do have a dozen or so leased on a full time basis for eight hours a day. Some of our customers like having a female guard next to them. I wouldn't mind that myself, but it would probably be hard to sell to Sandy, my wife. Especially since I don't have a male bodyguard.

Sandy is still being closely watched and listened to. I have some new very High-Tec video and sound recording devices installed at various places in our home and on our phones. Sandy's cell phone is a new model. It has a built in GPS function. This function has been modified so that it sends her exact location upon request. She thinks the GPS is non functional because her old phone had GPS capability to give the readout on the phone of the phone's current position. We never activated that feature.

My trust of Sandy was improving but I still thought she had not revealed everything to me. I also made sure she was aware that she had had all the strikes she was ever going to get. I was also aware that she no longer completely trusted me. She had it in her mind that I was going to have to get even with her. I had no intention of doing that. But she did keep very close tabs on what I was doing. She would randomly stop by the Office on one pretext or another. Our sex life was as good as it had ever been. I didn't check on Sandy everyday. Our instructors were still often using her as a surveillance target for advanced trainees. 

I was surprised when Ralph Baker, our chief instructor called me and told me had a recording I might want to hear. I walked to his office and he showed me surveillance tapes of Sandy leaving a grocery store on Monday with a man. He appeared to be about forty years old. He helped her put her things in her car and they stood and talked for about five minutes then she nodded at something he said and they walked off together. The camera followed and they entered a coffee shop. A shot through the window showed them seated in a booth talking. After 45 minutes she got up and they walked back to her car and they said goodbye and she drove home. The Tape skipped to Wednesday and showed Sandy again leaving the store and going for coffee. They talked for an hour this time. Friday she met him at the coffee shop and the surveillance team was ready this time. There was an excellent picture of them talking and laughing together. The sound was good too. They talked about a lot of different things and finally he asked her to go to his Condo. He said, "Please come with me. I won't try to take advantage of you."

She laughed and said " Them what is the point in going?"

"Alright, I will try and make love to you."

"No, I am flattered by your offer but I just can't do that."

"Why not, Sandy, I can tell you want to go with me?"

"Tim, I like you a lot, but I absolutly adore my husband. He will tolerate no cheating. He would dump me in a heartbeat. I hurt him once before. I just can't do it again. Nothing is worth that, nothing. So thanks but no thanks, it would be fun but I can never do that. I need to go see him now. You can't believe how much I love him."

She got up and left. She surprised me with a visit and stayed with me for an hour, she said she had been in the area and missed me and come for a kiss or two. I had followed her home for a wonderful afternoon and evening of loving.

I thanked Frank and told him to keep up the surveillance and to erase the tapes I had just seen.

I went back to my office. I told my secretary to not disturb me except in an emergency. I needed to do some heavy thinking. I called Sandy and asked if she had plans for the afternoon. She said she had nothing planned that she wouldn't drop instantly to be with me. I told her I was on my way.

When I walked in the door she greeted me with a lovely sweet kiss and a cold beer. She was wearing white jeans, a pink and white cropped top. Her hair was in a ponytail with pink bands. She looked about eighteen, adorable! I wanted to carry her to bed. Instead I led her to the couch. "Come on Babe, we need to talk."

She looked at me and pouted, "Have I been a bad girl? Am I going to get a spanking?" She said softly in a little girl voice. 

"If you are still bad maybe you will get one later, OK."

"Goody Goody."

"We need to talk about where we are going with our marriage, Babe. Things are pretty damned good but I do not think you are as happy as you could be. I am afraid, no I am scared to death, that if I don't find a way to keep you happy you will leave me. I can not bear to think about that."

"Oh! Billy, I AM happy. I love our life, I love our girls and I love you. You have to know that."

"No girl, I don't know that. I don't believe that. I'm very scared."

"Billy, you are scaring ME now, I don't know what you are talking about." 

"Remember the day you stopped by the office and we went home and made love all afternoon and all evening?"

"Yes, it was wonderful."

"Was it wonderful or was it because you felt a bit guilty about something?"

Her hand flew to her mouth. "I didn't do anything to be guilty about."

"Where were you just before you came to see me."

"I don't remember, let me think. Oh! I was in the Coffee Shoppe across from the grocery store. OH! NO!"

"Oh! YES, you were seen in the Coffee Shoppe with a very handsome young man on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Does that ring a bell?"

"Billy, you have to believe me, nothing was going on."

"I believe you. Nothing has happened yet."

"Billy, it never will happen. Never will I let that happen."

"I believe that too girl; I really do. Did you want him?"

"Yes I guess I did, but not as much as I want our marriage to work. A fling will never be worth hurting you and ruining our life together. Never."

"Sandy I love you with all my heart, I want you to be happy, I don't want to chain you up and have you miserable and hating me. You are a very, very, beautiful, sexy, and desirable woman; men hit on you all the time. So many that every now and then there will be one that turns you on. Right?"

"Sometimes, but never like you do, Billy."

I smiled softly at her, "I don't believe that, Sandy, but I do appreciate your loyalty."

"Billy, I have never met a man as good in every way as you are. You are my true love, the rock that I lean on for comfort and safety. You pleasure me more than anyone else can ever do. You are the father of my children; no one could ever take your place in my heart."

"Thank you Love, but how about not in your heart; but in your pussy for a few minutes?" 

"What?"

"This, I am going to let you have sex with other men under certain conditions. Are you interested?"

"Billy, I don't want to do anything that is going to cause you the slightest jealousy or pain. I just can't do that."

"God, I love you Dearest girl. Here is what I propose. If you meet a nice young man and want to invite him into our bed there are certain steps you must take. 1st. I must meet him too and approve of him. 2nd. You both must agree that I will be in the room with you when you have sex. 3rd. There will never be any meetings without me being present. 4th. There will never be any communications between the two of you without me listening. 5th. There will never be any talk of love between the two of you. And last, or 6th. If I say STOP, all activity of any sort will cease. Does that sound fair to you?"

"I guess so, I need to think about it some."

"Fine, Oh! I forgot to mention two other things. The rules that apply to you also apply to me. And if one of us has sex with someone other than our spouse; they may not have sex with anyone other than their spouse until they have had sex with the spouse."

"Billy, I don't know if I can stand you having sex with another woman." 

"You mean you think you should have sex with another man but that I may not have sex with another woman?"

"Billy, what if she is better in bed than I am, what if you like her loving more than mine? What then?"

"I guess that is a chance we have to take. Frankly I can see no possibility of that happening to me. If it did I would have to balance that against everything else I love about you. You will always win."

"One more question, if you or I have sex with someone else does the sex of the other person matter?"

"No. They count the same."

"I need to sleep on this overnight, OK?" She reached over and pulled me to her. She kissed me fiercely. "Take me to bed, please."

"Let's have dinner first, OK?"

"You have me very upset about this, my mind and all my strength have been focused on my sticking to the straight and narrow path I should have been on all my life. I have set in concrete that I will never do or say anything that I wouldn't do or say if you were present. Now I have to change everything. I have always had the knowledge that you would never touch another woman. Now I have to watch you."

"No dearest girl. You have to change nothing if you don't want to. I promise you right now I will never be the first to cross that line."

"As of right now I agree to nothing but our original vows. I need to think, OK?"

"Take all the time you need honey, there is no hurry about it." I looked at her and the sadness in her face almost broke my heart. Then she saw how I was reacting and smiled at me.

"Billy, I need to know one thing, do you still love me?"

"Oh! Sandy, I love you more than ever. Nothing can ever change that. All I am trying to do is fix things so that if you are attracted to another man you don't have to go behind my back and cheat on me. Then I would have to divorce you. I don't want to be in that position. If I am sitting there watching it happen with my agreement I can't very well accuse you of cheating can I?"

"No I guess not."

I took her hands and pulled her to me and kissed her passionately. "I love you Sandy, I really do."

"Should I call out for a Pizza, I don't have anything started? The girls will be hungry when they get home."

"I can call and order Chinese and you can pick it up on your way home."

"Oh! That sounds good, the girls love that, me too."

"The next morning Sandy handed me my coffee when I entered the kitchen. She asked if a Danish would do for my breakfast. I said it would be fine. I sat at the table and glanced at the paper. She put the sweet roll in front of me and pulled my face up for a long kiss. She smiled at me and whispered, "I love you, Billy." Damn, she could still, after twenty some years, send shivers down my spine. I said that I loved her too. She grinned and said she had a lunch date at the country club. I asked whom it was with. She laughed, "With Lori."

"Lori. Lori Who?'

"Lori, Loretta Hunt. That Lori."

"Oh! Aren't we on a cozy nickname basis now.?"

"Yes we are. She refers to you as Billy, or Sweet Billy."

I looked at Sandy, "Remember, we are still bound by our wedding vows. Right?"

"Yes we are dear, don't you forget it either with all those young chicks that work for you now."

"Honey I have never had that problem because I always knew you were waiting for me at home. Right?"

"Yes Billy, always."

That day was one of those days everyone has now and then. Nothing went right. Lots of my time was spent soothing ruffled feathers of customers who thought they were not getting what they were paying for.

It was almost eight when I got home. The kids were doing their homework. Sandy was nowhere to be seen. I went to our bedroom and she was in the shower. I yelled, "Hey, I'm home."

I saw her clothes lying on the floor and I picked them up. She had worn a very sexy outfit. Her panties were very wet. I sat on the bed, her panties in my hand. She finally walked out of the bath drying her self off. She looked up at me and blanched.

I threw the panties in her face and got up and walked to my truck and went to a Motel for the night. I didn't even check in with the office the next day. I drove to the coast and stopped at a Wal-Mart and bought some jeans and T- shirts, and sneakers. I changed clothes in the truck. I walked along The Municipal dock and found a party boat that was just leaving. I jumped aboard and paid my fare. It was a pleasant grouper fishing trip. I caught a few good fish. I gave them away to the crew. I knew they would sell them. Fine, I had no use for them. I saw a small resort, I checked in. I was hungry, not having eaten all day. The clerk recommended a Seafood place just down the street. I walked over and had a fantastic seafood platter. I hate eating alone but I toughed it out. In the morning I went out on the same boat again. Another nice day. I ate at the same place. When I returned to my room I entered and sat and started on a six-pack of Bud. Tasted damned good. There was a knock on the door. I got up and was mildly surprised to see Mike Burnoski standing there. I invited him in. He accepted a beer and asked if I were Ok. I said I was doing fine. He said, "Sandy called yesterday and was very upset. She said you walked out of the house the evening before and never came back. By last evening she was almost hysterical. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I don't know. I really don't."

"Here, Bill, maybe this will help." He handed me a Manila Envelope. It contained a surveillance report on Sandy for the last couple days. It told of her date with Loretta Hunt. They had lunch at the club and several drinks. They then went to the Hunt Mansion. The report then said; "See Charles Burnoski Report."

I read that report. It stated that he had been with the two ladies all afternoon. They had gone to the Mansion and had a few more drinks. Sandy had explained to Loretta my plan for expanding our sex life. Loretta said she loved the plan. They discussed it and all the ramifications of how it would work. 

Loretta said that the first thing she wanted to do was to have a double date with she and Charles and Sandy and I. He said that Loretta said she wanted to have sex with Sandy too. He said they kissed and necked while he sat there and watched.

He said it was mostly kissing and groping.

Loretta eventually told Charles to show Sandy his cock and told Sandy she was going to enjoy fucking him. He dropped his pants and Sandy reached out and grasped his cock and giggled and said it was very nice. Sandy left about seven thirty. The next day the report said she didn't leave the house all day.

I thanked Mike. He said he was sorry his son was involved. I told him it was no fault of Charles's. I appreciated the information. Mike asked again if he could help. He wanted to know if I were coming home soon and if he could tell Sandy anything. I told him he could tell her I would be home in a day or two, I just needed some down time. He left and I walked up and bought another six-pack and a 1.75 bottle of Captain Morgan.

Later I was half asleep when I heard a knock on the door. I opened it and was stunned to see Sandy standing there. "May I come in?" she asked.

"Why sure, Sandy, you look very nice to night. You goin' out ta nite? Gotta hot date?"

She smiled, "I sure have, with my husband."

I smirked, "Poor sumbitch don't even know he's a cuckhold."

I turned and tried to sit in a chair and completely missed it and fell on the floor. I tried to get up and couldn't seem to do it so I sat and smiled at Sandy. "Ya better hurry, yo' stud waitin' somewheres." I couldn't seem to focus on Sandy. She helped me to my feet and then to the bed. She pushed me back on the bed and asked me when I had eaten last. I told her I thought it was last night.

She put her hand in my pants pocket and found my truck keys. She put them in her purse and said she would be back soon. Thing got fuzzy for a while then I realized she was feeding me some warm soup. It tasted pretty good for a while.

Then I knew I was going to throw it up. I staggered to the bathroom and just made it to the toilet. I threw up over and over again. Strong arms held me and comforted me. She wiped my face with damp washcloths. When I was empty she helped me to bed. She undressed me and covered me with a blanket. She held my head in her lap. I looked up at her and just couldn't think of anything to say except, "Thanks."

I awoke in the morning when some damned fool started a Semi-tractor trailer right over my head. The thunderous throbbing of the huge engine felt as if it would split my head apart. I forced an eye open and saw Sandy sleeping beside me. I looked for the truck as the noise faded in the distance. Sandy must have felt me move. She looked at me and reached for me. She gently pulled me into her arms and told me to go back to sleep. I felt her lips press gently against my forehead. I dozed off.

My head felt a bit better when I awoke later. Sandy was sitting at the little table drinking coffee. She pointed at another cup across from her. I walked slowly to the table. I took a sip. I thought for a second it was going to come right back up. I tried another sip. Better. I looked at Sandy, "Hi Babe. Thank you for being here. But why?"

"Why not, you are my husband, I love you."

"Sometimes I am not too sure of that." 

"Billy, I know that. I am not a stupid woman. I know you watch everything I do. I know you listen to all my phone calls. And it really doesn't bother me that much. Sometimes I feel a little devilish and yank on your chain. I did that the other day. I made no secret about where I was going. Things went further than I had intended with Lori and Charles. I didn't have sex with either of them. We did play around a bit. I did break my rule about never doing anything I wouldn't do if you were there. I touched Charles' cock. It was just a touch but I should have never done it. I did neck with Lori a bit and I did enjoy it. She is very sensual and knows every button to push. The only bare skin she touched was my face and hands. I am ashamed for letting it get out of control."

"You must have really liked it, as wet as your panties were."

"Yes, I did get turned on somewhat. But I also got a huge shot of pure guilt and shame. I know they think I am crazy, but I broke down and cried. I just couldn't stop. I was really frightened. It was not so much what I had done as much as it was how I knew it could hurt you. I didn't want that to happen but it did. I can't forgive myself for that."




New Business, Old Business Ch. 03



I looked at her. "Where do you want it to go?"

"We have no choice, we have three beautiful girls I am hurting too. I never intended that to happen either. But it did."

"Yeah! That part is partly my fault, I should never have run off. I didn't think either. We need to go home."

"Billy, I brought the tow bar in my trunk so I can ride with you and we can tow my car behind your truck."

"Sandy, I need to eat something before we go. I have a big hole in my middle."

"I know you do big guy. I was holding your head. Did you drink half that bottle of rum by your self?"

"I guess I did."

"We need to get our shit together. We have kids to worry about and we are hurting each other. I don't want that."

"Well I guess we will have to start the more open marriage idea I told you about. That may ease the pressures on both of us. What do you think?"

"I really don't know Billy, but we have to try something. We can't just give up on our marriage."

"Alright then, lets do it. I am not giving up on this marriage no matter what. When the dust settles down and things are more or less back to normal why don't you talk with Loretta Hunt and see if she and Charles would like to party with us?"

"Lori and Charles?"

"Why not, we know both of them. You are attracted to Charles. Loretta is nice, why not?"

"OK, I guess that would work. It is just sex, right?" 

We had some brunch at a local restaurant and came back and gathered up our few things. We hooked up Sandy's car behind my truck and headed home.

I went to work the next morning and talked to Mike. He said everything was under control. Actually what he said was that I was surplus. "Go home and bother Sandy all day. Make that all week. If we run into any problem I promise to call."

Sandy was startled but pleased about what Mike told me. We sat on the couch and she said that she was going to call Lori Hunt after a while. We held hands and grinned at each other. She slipped closer. We kissed. I picked her up and carried her to our bed. She jumped up and said, "Hurry up, we only have seven hours until I have to pick up the girls."

I fell back on the bed laughing. She rolled up over me and straddled my waist. She had let her hair down and as she bent forward to kiss me a black tent of hair surrounded us. Her kiss was very tender and sweet. Our tongues played. She broke the kiss and captured my tongue with her lips. She sucked gently on my tongue. She pulled it out as far as it would go. She sucked in and out as if she were fucking it. She had me dizzy with desire for her.

I rolled her over on her back and slid down and assaulted her little pussy. She squealed with joy when my lips closed tightly around her clit. I showed no mercy. I held her clit extended with my lips hard around it and lipped it madly with the tip of my tongue as fast as I could. I pushed three fingers deep inside her and wiggled them until her juices made that lovely squishing sound I love to hear telling me my love is ready to receive my hard cock. 

I wiggled my way up over her twitching body and felt her small hand grasp my slippery cock to guide it to her vagina. She was snug, hot and wet. I loved it. I went with the long slow strokes. Sandy had a number of orgasms before I entered her and then she jerked and shuddered and screamed soon after that. I turned her on her stomach and raised her rear end. I slipped right into her vagina from behind and I moved my legs on the outside of hers and pressed her legs together with mine. Wow! That made her pussy tighter. She worked her vaginal muscles and I was in heaven. I told her I couldn't last much longer. She was incoherently mumbling something while I pumped in and out of her. She collapsed after I had cum. Her eyes were closed and a smile was on her lips. Her eyes fluttered and opened.

"Damn Billy, that was wonderful. I am the luckiest girl in the world."

"No, Sweetheart, I am the lucky one, you are so beautiful and sexy you make me better."

"Kiss me, let's go to the club for lunch. OK?"

"Sounds good to me."

We showered and dressed in casual clothes. At least Sandy called them that. I wore a featherweight linen suit and she wore an exquisite day dress that fit like a dream, a wet dream. It was a bra dress that cupped her breasts then flowed down her legs half way to her knees. She wore high-heeled sandals that appeared to be held on by impossibly tiny straps. Her shiny black hair was gathered up in a high ponytail. It was an unbelievably cute and sexy outfit.

We drove to the Country Club and entered the patio dining room. Charles rushed up to us and invited us to sit with he and Loretta. I looked at Sandy and she nodded her approval. When we were all seated Loretta put one hand on my hand and the other on Sandy's hand. "You guys look absolutly delicious. Don't they Charles?"

She smiled at each of us, "We were so glad to see you. We were so bored we were about to play a game of 'Panties'."

I had to ask her to explain. She giggled "I pick out a girl and Charles has to guess if she is wearing panties or not. Then he has a turn. We keep score."

"How do you know if they are wearing panties or not to find out who won?"

Loretta giggled again and said, "Charles has to go ask them if we can't tell by looking."

Charles grinned. "Some of them show me, and a few let me feel."

"You are kidding?"

I looked at Sandy, what do you think. Is she or isn't she?"

"Who?"

"Loretta."

Sandy looked at Lori. "No panties." she said. I looked at Charles. He reached under the tablecloth and leaned toward Loretta. He smiled at Sandy, "You are right."

Loretta looked at Charles, "How about Sandy?"

"No."

I looked at Charles. He leaned toward Sandy for a moment and then grinned. 

"Wrong. A thong, I had to search to find it."

Sandy looked at me, "How about that one?" She nodded toward a lovely girl on the arm of an older man. 

"Yes, she is wearing panties."

I smiled at Charles. He got up and walked to the couple and talked with them for a few minutes. They looked over at our table then back at him. He smiled and shook the man's hand and returned to our table.

"She says she is wearing panties."

I laughed, "I cheated, she works for us. That is one of our rules."

We had a nice lunch and Loretta suggested we all go to her house. Sandy agreed so off we went."

Loretta led us to a nice bright but secluded sun porch. Charles fixed drinks for us. Sandy broke her usual rule and had a daiquiri. I abstained and asked if they had lemonade. It was produced as if by magic. Sandy leaned to me and said, "I will have just one, you are here to protect me."

Sandy tends to get amorous when she drinks. She never drinks except at home; and then very rarely.

Loretta asked Sandy if we had agreed on my proposal for a more open marriage. Sandy grinned, "Yes, we have agreed to do as Bill suggested."

She looked at me, "Are you ready?"

"Did you guys have this planned?"

"Loretta looked at me, "No Bill, we didn't even know we would see you guys today, we thought you would be at work."

"Right, this was a spur of the moment thing."

Loretta smiled at Sandy, "How do you feel, do you feel like making out with Charles?"

"Well let's all dance for a while and see what happens." Loretta got up and flipped some switches and nice danceable slow music came on. She walked to me and held out her hands. I stood and she flowed to my body. She held me tight and rested her head on my shoulder. I glanced at Sandy, she had both arms around Charles' neck and they were kissing. It felt like a knife in my gut. I hadn't figured it would hurt so much. I gritted my teeth. I glanced again and his hands were gripping her ass cheeks under her skirt. I pressed my lips to Lori's hair and glanced again.

One of Charles' hands was now pressed between her legs in front. Sandy had never stopped kissing him. That knife kept being twisted. I looked up again and saw Sandy looking at me. She smiled and said, "I ready now. You guys sit down and we'll take the daybed."

She stripped off her clothes and shoes. She sat on the edge of the bed and never looked my direction again. Charles undressed. He had a large cock. He stood in front of Sandy and she reached out and took his cock in her hands. She kissed it with her lips slightly parted, looking up at him. Her hands were rubbing his ass. 

I crossed my arms, pressing my fingers into the other arm, and watched my wife make love to another man. I wanted to jump up and run. I had suggested this; I couldn't do that. She rubbed his cock all over her face. I heard Lori whisper, "Are you alright?"

I couldn't answer. Charles pushed Sandy back on the bed and moved between her legs. She spread her legs for him. He leaned forward and over her to softly kiss her lips. Her eyes closed. He moved his mouth to her breasts and sucked in a turgid nipple. He sucked on it for a long time. It became more and more erect. He switched to the other breast. I watched as the nipple grew to match he other one. He rose up a little and moved back a little. He grasped his cock and rubbed it up and down her slit. He pressed forward and the head of his cock slid in an inch or so. He pulled it back out, the head glistening with her juices. Her eyes flew open. She looked down at him, and then looked at me. I tried to smile at her. My eyes were filling and I couldn't see her anymore. I heard her scream with all her might, "Noooooooo! I can't do this! Stop! Stop now!" And a sound like a fist hitting flesh again and again. I wiped my eyes and saw her lying on her stomach sobbing. She looked up at me as I hurried to her. "BILLY! I'm sorry, I just can't do this for you, I can't" I raised her to my arms and held her. "Baby you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. I love you Dearest girl."

Lori rubbed her back and told her the same thing. Her crying slowed a bit and she looked at me again. "Billy, please don't hate me, I tried but I just couldn't do it."

"Hate you? Girl I love you with all my heart."

"I tried so you could fuck Lori, you still can if you want to."

"I want the truth, do you want me to? Can you watch?"

"NOOOOO!"

"Fine, Lori, I'm sorry. I have to go with what she wants."

Loretta looked at me, "Hey I knew you couldn't do it from the start but I was willing to give it a try. God Billy, look what you have done to your self." I looked down at four streams of blood were running down each arm. Lori grabbed a towel from the bar and told Charles to get a first aid kit from her bathroom. Sandy picked up my hand and looked at it. "Billy, your fingernails ripped holes in your arms. You hated watching me didn't you?"

"Yes. I almost went crazy. I did that to you because I am a stupid asshole. I didn't trust you. Can you ever forgive me?"

"I have already forgiven you. I love you Billy."

I looked at Loretta, "Can you forgive both of us for being so stupid we put each other and you guys through this? It is mostly my fault. I meant no harm. I thought Sandy needed other men to be happy. I tried to give her that happiness. I was wrong."

"You are forgiven, both of you, you won't believe this but I am really happy it turned out like this. I love to see you guys together with the love in your eyes for each other. It makes me feel there is hope for me someday with someone."

Sandy and Charles put Neosporin on my cuts and put Band- Aids on them. She looked at Charles. "I am so sorry, it wasn't anything to do with you. You felt very nice but I needed this man. I guess I always will." Charles said it was no problem and walked off with first aid kit. Sandy looked up at me. "Billy, the only way I got that far was by pretending it was you, but then I knew it wasn't. When his cock touched me I knew it wasn't you." She looked at Lori, "Please don't tell him what I just said." She glanced at me, "He did feel pretty good."

"Ungh! There goes my trust again."

"I was just teasing."

"Loretta go get Charles to finish his job."

"NOOO! Never." She grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me into a hard passionate kiss. After a minute she pulled back, "Billy, take me home, I need to be fucked so badly. But only by you."