It all started out innocently enough. I had arranged something special for, my wife, Barbara's forty-fifth birthday. Now I suspected that payback time might be near.
I knew what Barb really wanted because she keeps a personal journal/diary. Normally she keeps it locked in her small safe (we both have offices with safes for our individual businesses and keep very private, or valuable, items in them). One day, recently, she had become very distracted and had to go out on an emergency call. She works as a freelance "computer geek" and has saved many small companies bundles of money.
Anyway, she had to go out to the HWM Corporation and do an emergency repair. They do much of their business on the Internet. If it weren't for the Internet they probably wouldn't operate in the black. As luck would have it a janitor had plugged the old vacuum cleaner into the outlet of the UPS supply for the server, not knowing that such outlets are not for general use. In this particularly badly designed UPS all of the spike filtering was on the input side of the UPS. The spikes from the dirty brushes in the vacuum's motor fried the server's power supply. Not only did it damage the server, it took out the backup server as well. (Putting the main and backup server on the same UPS is a bad idea. It's being penny wise and pound foolish.) They were dead in the water. Not only would she have to install new power supplies, she would have to run full diagnostics on both machines to make sure that they would operate properly. After all, the people at HWM Corp would not be pleased if someone purchased their entire inventory for a mere $1.98 due to faulty hardware or software.
As she got ready to leave she told me not to wait up. She indicated that if she had not returned by breakfast that I should go ahead and eat without her. With that said she left to bail HWM Corp out of their emergency. After I was sure that she had left the driveway I locked the door and when to her study to turn the light out. It was then that I saw the journal sitting on her desk. I know that I shouldn't have snooped, but I am curious by nature. I started to read. What I read sort of shocked me and turned me on at the same time. Now, I should tell you that we are a conservative sort of family. We regularly attend our place of worship and try to abide with the rules of society and "the Good Book". Because of this I wasn't really ready for what I found out about her and what I found out about myself.
What I read can be summarized like this. She is clear in the journal that she loves me deeply and has never cheated on me. This makes me happy because I love her and have never cheated on her either. What came next was a bombshell. She said that one of her deepest fantasy has been to be surrounded by a small group of men and women who were friends, willing, and preferably the women were to be bisexual. She dreamed of being "molested" and "taken" in an evening of continuous pleasure and orgasms, without giving her verbal consent. She records the fact that she will never act out on this fantasy because she doesn't want to hurt me. I could go into more detail, but this is the gist of what she wrote. She repeatedly states that she doesn't want me to even suspect that she is not fully sexually satisfied. She also doesn't want me to know that she would be open to having a bisexual ogre, within limits.
I put the journal back on her desk exactly as I had found it. I made sure that there was no evidence I had been in her office except to turn out the light. I then went to my office and sat there mulling over what, if anything, I could do to help her with her fantasy. In some ways it shocked me that I was interested in seeing such a thing come to pass. It also shocked me that the mere thought of what she wanted made me excited.
We, as a family, are relatively private individuals. We both run our own businesses from our home. Our areas of expertise are significantly different so we seldom engage in shop talk. I started to inventory people we knew and trusted. We only have two other families that we are exceptionally close to, not counting relatives. I have known the Browns and Hamiltons for many years. As a side point of interest Jan Brown is Barb's sister. I know that my brother and his wife are on the guardedly experimental side. Now don't get me wrong, they're not part of the wild party set, but they like to get together for weekend parties with some of their closest friends. On more than one occasion I have been over to their house and seen X rated videos on the shelf near their DVD player. I've never commented on this since they are, in all other ways, quite discrete about their interests. As it turns out the two families we are close to are also close to my brother and his wife. In fact they have been their weekend party guests for the last few years.
I picked up the phone and called my brother.
"Hi John, this is Hank. Can you talk in private right now or is there a better time for me to either get together with you or call back?"
"Right now is just fine, you sound serious. Just how private a talk is this going to be, Hank?"
"Well, I can only talk now because Barb is out on a field call at HWM Corp. She may not even be back tonight, so I'm relatively sure that she won't walk in on me."
"That sounds serious. You don't keep many secrets between the two of you, do you?"
"No John, and you are right it is touchy and serious. I need your promise that what we will talk about tonight cannot be shared unless I tell you that it is o.k. and I'll also tell you who you may share it with. Can you live with that?"
"Knowing you, Hank I will agree without knowing ahead of time what we are going to talk about. However, I want your assurances that if touchy subjects come up that you also will be silent unless I tell you that you can speak regarding whatever we discuss. Can you live with that?"
It seemed only fair to me, because I was going to do a bit of prying into my brother's private life.
"Yeah, John, I can live with that."
"O.k., Hank, what's on your mind?"