The alarm went off and I reached over and hit the snooze button to buy another ten minutes. The alarm also woke up my wife of two years, but she apparently wasn't interested in another ten minutes of snoozing.
I felt her hand trace down my body in the direction of my lower middle appendage which almost instantly started to grow in anticipation of what was coming. She pushed the covers off of us and then swung over me and using her left hand to guide things she impaled herself on me. She rode me while I reached up with my hands and tugged and tweaked her nipples.
Her nipples are super sensitive when she is aroused and as I twisted them and pulled on them she moaned and stated riding me harder. She had an orgasm and I gave her a minute or so to savor it and then because I could never get off in cowgirl I rolled her over on to her back and then drove hard to get my release. Just before I reached mine she had another one. When I came I held myself in her until it was soft and then I pulled out and fell to the bed next to her and said:
"You know I don't want to go to get up and go to work now. I just want to lay here and hold you."
"I would like that too, but you know we can't. My flight to Salt Lake leaves at ten and I have to be on it."
"I think you need to tell your dad he needs a new personal assistant. Tell him you need to stay home with your hubby so you can work on giving him some grandbabies."
"Can't do that and you well know it. You knew what you were signing up for before we even said I do."
"Yes, but at the time I had no way of knowing how addictive snuggling and cuddling with you in the mornings was going to be.
"Daddy is going to retire in six months and I won't need to be going with him everywhere he goes"
"Bullshit. That just means that you will be in charge and will still traveling on business."
"True, but then you can give up your job as head of security, become my PA and fly with me."
"Why in the world would I want to do that?"
"So you can learn the business the same way I did by being daddy's PA."
"Again, why would I want to do that?"
"Because it is a family owned and operated business and someone needs to run it while I'm busy having your babies and raising them."
She slapped my butt and told me to get up and get a move on. She showered while I put the coffee on and then I showered while she whipped up some breakfast. I had wanted to shower together, but she shot that down.
"You know damned well where we would end up if we did that."
She was right so I hid my disappointment and got on with the day. At eight-thirty she came into my office, kissed me and told me to think about how to best welcome her home the next day.
"Rose petals strewn around the bedroom and a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket next to the bed would be nice."
As I watched her leave I thought back on how I had come to be married to the boss's daughter.
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It was obvious that she didn't recognize me, but then why should she? We didn't move in the same circles when we were in school. I doubt that she even noticed me from the ninth grade to graduation and I was even more lost in the crowd at college, but I recognized her. Prom queen, head cheerleader, Girl Most Likely to Succeed. She had fed many of my teenaged fantasies and had caused me to exercise my right hand quite often. It had been fifteen years since I'd last seen her and those years had been good to her.
"May I ask who recommended me to you?"
"No one. I was in the building to see my attorney and I noticed Stiles Investigations on the building directory."
That was me. Hector Stiles, private investigator.
"Might I enquire as to whom your attorney is?"
"Charles Wellington of Farmer, Burns and Wellington."
"I know Chuck well. He sends a lot of business my way. So what can I do for you Miss Parkington?"
She gave me a weird look and said "It's Mrs. Mrs. Elizabeth Markham. How did you know my name used to be Parkington?"
I smiled and said "Trade secret. So what can I do for you Mrs. Markham?"
She hesitated as if she intended to follow up on how I'd known her maiden name, but then she said:
"I want you to find my husband."
That was interesting. I'd been asked many, many times to find out if a husband (or wife) was cheating, but I'd never been asked to actually find the husband.
"Is he hiding from you? Not wanting to see you for some reason or other? Most people don't just disappear unless they think they have a good reason for doing it."
"I have no idea. One day he just disappeared. He left for work in the morning and I never saw or heard from him again. He had shown up for work, left at quitting time and disappeared."
"I'm sorry if this upsets you, but it is something I need to know if I am going to take you on as a client. Was there any infidelity in your marriage?"
She hesitated a bit and then said "On his part? I don't think so."
"And on your part? I ask because if you were I need to know if he found out and then left leaving you to handle all the divorce stuff."
"I haven't been unfaithful, but I do have to admit I was slipping close to it."
"Slipping close?"
"An old flame from college recently returned to town and we've been talking. I'll be totally honest with you Mr. Stiles. My husband's parents don't believe that Reggie just ran away. They say that is something no son of theirs would ever do. They seemed to think I've killed Reggie and somehow gotten rid of the body. They took their belief to the police and I am currently under an ongoing investigation."
"Why do you need me if the police are already looking for him?"
"I don't believe they are looking for him. I think they believe he is dead and all they are trying to do is pin his death on someone. I'm his spouse so to them I am their most likely suspect. I need to find Reggie and get out from under the cloud of suspicion."
I decided to take the case and I gave her my rates and she wrote me a check. I gave her a list of things I needed to know about her husband and she told me she would get back to me the next day with what I wanted. She looked at the list and then back up at me.
"I should know you shouldn't I?"
"Not necessarily. I was just one of many."
She gave me a long look and then got up and left.
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I picked up the phone and called a familiar number.
"Tenth precinct; Sgt. Franklin speaking."
"Afternoon Tony. Is Phil in?"
"He is. Probably in his office sleeping on the taxpayers dollar. I'll put you through."
Two rings and then "Detective Bureau; Lt. Farmer."
"Afternoon Phil; got a minute?"
"Don't know Heck. What kind of trouble do you want me to get in the middle of now?"
"Just took on a client who says she is under investigation for her husband's death, but she doesn't think he is dead."
"Only got one of those right now. We are talking about Elizabeth Markham right?"
"That's the one. What can you tell me about it?"
"Not much. The husband, Reginald Markham, left his place of employment at five on May the third and hasn't been seen or heard from since. No cash removed from the bank, no credit card trail and his car was found in the Landing Strip's parking lot. He was a regular, but no one inside could recall seeing him that day. His prints were the only ones found on the car. Wife never reported him missing. Six days after he was last seen his parents came in, told us he was missing and they suspected foul play.
"We looked into it. Mrs. Markham said she never reported him missing because he had a habit of disappearing for days after they'd had an argument. She said that once he was gone for eleven days. According to her they had argued the day before he disappeared so she thought nothing of it. She didn't get concerned until we came knocking on her door."
"You turn up anything?"
"We pressed and she finally told us that the argument was over his displeasure at the time she was spending with an old boyfriend. We talked to the boyfriend and he told us all that was going on was they were renewing acquaintances, talking about old times and old friends. Other than Mr. Markham's continued absence we've found no evidence of foul play. However it is still an open case. Without betraying any client confidentiality can you tell me what she wants with you?"
"Wants me to find her husband."
"Good luck with that. All we found was a cold trail."