******************* March 2021 - 2nd UK lockdown continues
Two months after beginning his initial interrogation of his wife Dawn, Cliff sat in his home office musing on progress. The coercive approach had managed to breakdown some barriers, questions, confession, assurance, sex (rampant urgent sex), then loving pillow talk led to incremental revelations.
The way Dawn responded sexually gave Cliff the impression that she got particularly turned on by her confessions of guilt. But it had been slow going as, to his surprise, Dawn had still harboured a strong sense of loyalty to her seducer, not even recognising she had been the one seduced, but thinking she was the one who had pushed Reece into a sexual relationship.
He had only managed to get Dawn to recount the first stages of her sexual submission to a younger workmate and had yet to discover why there had been a break-up, then a renewal of their affair. The consistent denial that Reece had taken the lead had meant she continued to omit parts of the activities she had indulged in, but to get some sort of satisfactory revenge he needed to glean every sordid detail in her own words.
As the carrot approach had not worked as efficiently as expected, time for the stick had arrived sooner than Cliff wanted, but in truth he was beginning to hate pretending to still want to salvage their relationship and the comforting post-sex pillow talk was now a chore, it had been three days since they last had sex.
However, Dawn had been more receptive to helping him access her former employers systems, as she wanted to be vindicated about the payroll fraud that caused her to be sacked and the revelation of her affair.
Cliff's new 'stick' approach needed time to set-up the spare bedroom for Dawn's full confessional, he had persuaded her to go out to complete a monthly food shop which due to lockdown restrictions would take a number of hours to complete. She had been reluctant to go out alone for days and had increasingly struggled with sleep but finally she had acquiesced after receiving a number of text messages, taking her car and her mobile phone which she had diligently been keeping out of Cliff's reach.
Cliff no longer needed access to her phone as he had seeded it with spyware which relayed all messages and recorded phone conversations. Dawn had sent and received a number of messages, innocent ones with their daughters, but mainly with Reece and two as yet unidentified contacts.
The latest message had read, "Honey, F2F, usual, Rx", her reply was as short, "Ok, 1.00, Dx".
Dawn had left at 12.00 and Cliff had tracked the journey in real time, noting as he expected that she had bypassed their normal supermarket and headed towards Southend. When she stopped 30 minutes later, Cliff noted the location as a backstreet carpark close to a housing estate. He linked to her phone to set the voice recorder app to run in the background, being voice activated it should pick-up any conversations she was about to have.
Apart from Dawn's phone access, the other most useful early discovery was the laptop that Reece had left with her, she had hidden it in her walk-in-wardrobe, but a slip of the tongue during pillow talk led him there. Once Dawn knew he had found it she was immediately forthcoming admitting that Reece had regularly used it illicitly to access the work systems if they were shagging away from the office, or while he was on call. She even confessed she had accessed it once or twice to kick off a payroll run, rather than go into the office.
Cliff himself had then used the laptop to access the network used by Dawn's former employer, noting it bypassed their firewalls by connecting directly to the payroll server, from there he and had dropped spyware to gather more information. Then, on further inspection he had also found a hidden folder of images taken of Dawn, presumably saved by Reece from various sources.
Most of the images captured her on at least three separate occasions, in various states of sexual ecstasy, her face and tits streaked with semen and with various partners, male and female, this had been far more than she had so far admitted to. None of the pictures were posed so Cliff assumed she never knew about them, but none of them hinted she was anything but a very willing participant. But what was more disturbing was her wild eyed expressions and her nose coated in a white powder, that Cliff guessed wasn't icing sugar.
Realisation that Dawn had been regularly using cocaine came when he re-checked previous CCTV recordings from their bedroom each morning as she applied her make-up and watched her snort from a small spoon before placing it back into what looked like a make-up compact. However, over the last week or so she had stopped, presumably having used up her supplies. Covid lockdown must have made it harder to get, and her bank account was almost empty since she had no income since her dismissal. Cliff knew she wouldn't chance taking unexplainable money from the joint account until she was desperate.
Coupled with information he had extracted from internet searches it confirmed a far greater complex web of contacts and a growing sense that Dawn had initially unknowingly, but willingly, managed to get involved with some very dangerous people. Dawn's erstwhile employers had already shown that they were no ordinary fund management company by their reaction to the fraud she had been accused of. But most of the associates of Reece, at least the ones exposed by Cliff's internet searches, appeared to be serious mainstream criminals.
So his plan for revenge now needed a higher level of anonymity and security for him and his daughters. He expected that to achieve that security, Dawn would have to sacrificed and become collateral damage. Strangely saddened, Cliff's mind drifted from the task at hand, as he considered Dawn's ultimate fate he thought about their life together so far.
When Cliff had met her she was 21, fresh out of university, at first he had expected her to still be a virgin as she had seemed awkward and terrified of her parents finding out she had met someone. He later found out it was not the case but she had initially been inexperienced and a naïve 'lie back and think of England' inactive type of girl in bed. However, the real reason she was worried about her father finding out was the fact Cliff played for the same Old Boys rugby club, and he had forbidden her to even think about associating with anyone there especially the incomers like Cliff who had not been former pupils of the school that the club derived its name from.
Cliff had found her fears amusing, but a bigger shock was in store when eventually he had been invited to a summer party held at her parents house. He and Dawn had been sleeping together for a few weeks and he had gradually persuaded her to be bolder in and out of bed. On this occasion he had suggested she went commando under her knee length summer dress and had openly fingered her on the short drive from his flat, keeping her just on the edge of an orgasm. She was in such a state of arousal he had to unlock the door with her key. Opening the door he came face-to-face with her mother, Juliet, who stood looking at him in equal shock.
Pausing for a second he recognised the tall, busty but tautly muscled middle-aged woman as the energetic married slut from the previous Easter holiday weekend. Cliff had picked her up outside a nightclub notorious for lonely middle aged housewives looking for a one-night stand.
Work and a niggling injury had prevented him from going on the annual rugby club tour, however, as a player coach, Juliet's husband was away all weekend. Dawn had remained at university to finish the last of her course work and Juliet had taken advantage of the free time to let her hair and underwear down. Cliff had actually been on the way home after a disastrous date had ended prematurely, when he found a drunk Juliet arguing with a bouncer outside the club. She had slipped outside for a cigarette expecting to be followed shortly by a twenty something guy who had been chasing her most of the night, when she found herself, not in a courtyard but a back-alley unable to get back in. The bouncer had taken a dislike to her surly manner when she tried to get back in via the front door by barging past the late-night queue, he was manhandling her to the pavement.
As a regular Cliff recognised the bouncer, so he intervened before the woman got really hurt. Luckily she calmed down enough to accept she wouldn't get back in, and Cliff persuaded the bouncer to retrieve her coat from the cloakroom. His kindness was rewarded when she agreed to have a nightcap at a small discrete members only bar he frequented. One drink led to several and eventually some heavy petting, then back to his flat for a really good fuck session. The assumed one-night stand lasted two nights and a lazy Sunday when Cliff returned from a rugby match on the Saturday afternoon to find Juliet still there and ready for round two.
