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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.”

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