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.