Dave Brennan told anyone who would listen that he was the luckiest man alive to have married his wife, Kim. There was more then a little truth in his statement, but not for the reasons that you might imagine. Dave is a big teddy bear of a man who devotes himself to his wife. He never gets riled, and has been a wonderful provider all these years from the income from the small construction company that he started, and has nurtured to become the foremost in the Columbia, Missouri area.
The lucky part is about what Kim has become. Her maiden name was Kim Lupovich. She graduated from Hopkinsville High School in Hopkinsville, Kentucky. What attracted Dave to her was the fact that she was a naive, happy-go-lucky girl from the sticks that let him fuck her anytime he liked, starting from the first date. The fact that she weighed one hundred and seventy pounds did not dissuade Dave. They got married when they were both eighteen. Right away they had two children.
After the kids entered school, Kim got a job at the "Fashion Bug." She worked hard to change herself both personally and professionally. Within a year, she had her weight down to one hundred, and twenty-nine pounds, had become a clothes horse, and had been promoted to the manager of the local store. She still loved to fuck. She had become a smooth, savvy business woman that moved easily in the professional world. What a package?
Kim became the regional manager in charge of five States, after the kids entered high school. She traveled a lot. In the summer this did not bother Dave, because his construction work kept him busy all day during the warm building months. In the winter, they spent a month in Florida, traveled, and went on a cruise most years.
By last year, Kim, who spent a lot of time on her computer at work, on her home computer, and on her lap-top when on the road, was a full blown computer addict. Brennan Construction Company had been computerized for years, but Dave had not said much about it to Kim.
In speaking to an IBM representative that made a service call to his office, Dave learned that there was software that could track anything that was written to or from a computer. Dave wanted to know what the kids were doing all the time on their computers. He set it up so that all the computers at his home, as well as Kim's lap-top were a network, and his computer, at work, was the master administrator. When all the staff had left for the night, he would click up the program, and review the e-mail, and written work, as well as the on-line sites visited by his kids and Kim.
The record of what the kids were doing was mundane. What Kim was doing was mind boggling for Dave. When in High School, Kim and Kay Newhall had been the best of friends. Now, they e-mailed each other daily. Kay was a representative of Mary Kay Cosmetics and traveled the same territory as Kim. Divorced, she could arrange her schedule so that they were in the same cities at the same time. It amazed him to discover that each had seven screen names on AOL, plus several on Yahoo, and Hotmail.
They had located the twenty best looking guys that they went to high school with. Using the information provided by the men during the last class reunion, Kim and Kay were making contact with the men, one by one, and having affairs with them. In some cases, the two of them would meet with a guy at the same time, for a three-way sex romp.
They shared a list of men that they had meet in their travels; purchasing agents, attorneys, even service station attendants, that they had enjoyed having sex with. They shared every little detail, such as wgere they had been taken, where they ate, how good a lover the guy is, and last but not least, how big a cock a guy had.
Now, Dave may have been a "Good Old Boy," but you did not understand the man if you lost sight of the fact that he was a crafty, cunning, intelligent man. "Well, now, seems that the Mrs. has been up to a lot of mischief. I don't blame those guys for fucking either of those gals, if they were given a chance to. Pretty dumb, not to. What we need here is something to spice up the girl's lives. Yes, Sir, indeed. I'm going to have another chat with that IBM representative."
On the phone, Dave said, "Yo, Brother, can we modify that software so that all e-mail comes to me, and then I can choose to release it or modify its contents, as I see fit." Pause.
"You send that programmer over now, Ya hear. Thanks"
Dave contacted the leader of the swinger club called "Night Mist" in Saint Louis. They discussed ways of setting Kim and Kay up for a sexual adventure. After, Dave receiving a photo of a handsome naked guy. Dave sent it along to Kim under one of Kay's e-mail headers, along with a message. In Glowing terms, Kim was told of this most entertaining evening that Kay had experienced. Kim was told that the man, who Dave called Ray, was into light bondage, which turned out to be restraint, soft tickling with a feather, licking of your whole body, and finally soft gentle sex. A must do.
A similar e-mail went to Kay.
The next night, Dave opened an e-mail from Kim to "Night Mist's" Ray.
"Dear Ray, My friend Kay suggested that I meet with you. I will be in St. Louis next Friday, and would love to meet with you, my Master. Attached is a picture of me." Dave shook his head. In the picture, Kim was standing naked, hands on hips, with her pussy jutted out. Though those were his C cup tits to fondle at will. He still stopped to admire them.
Kay's response mirrored Kim, except it was for Saturday. Both were forwarded to Ray at "Night Mist" with the comment, "Seems that we have hooked two fish."
