Chapter 7: Interlewd
I was standing at a pay phone, looking at a piece of paper that had been slipped into my pocket the previous night by a virtual stranger. Was this a setup by Alex to help tighten his grip on me and my wife, or was this a way of eventually escaping that grip? I looked at the phone number and made a decision.
"Hello?" Answered a male voice on the other end.
"This is Peter." I said. "What's this about?"
"This is about trying to get all of us extricated from this twisted MILF club. Are you interested?" He asked.
"Yes, of course." I said seriously.
"Good. Currently we are gathering intelligence on Alex and the other members, but mainly on Alex. We are also marshaling whatever resources we can gather so that we can be ready to take action when an opportunity presents itself. We never meet face to face, but use untraceable prepaid throw-away cell phones to communicate. That's one of those resources I mentioned, so don't ask where they came from. I'll be getting one to you soon. My name is Jerry and I'll be your only contact for now." He explained.
"Is all this cloak and dagger stuff really necessary?" I asked.
"Don't underestimate Alex, he has access to high tech civilian and maybe military electronic gear of all kinds like listening devices, cameras, and tracking devices. We don't know yet for sure where he gets them, but we can't take any chances. We also think he has contacts in at least one phone company that can tap and trace calls, so don't ever call me from any other phone. If you do I'll just throw that one away and cut you out of the group. Don't talk about the group with anyone except your wife, and even then do it in a noisy environment like the shower and whisper in each others ear. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand. Who else is in the group?"
"I can't tell you that just yet." He said.
"Hey, I took a big chance calling you." I challenged.
"Yeah, and we all took a big chance in recruiting you, so let's just take it slow, OK?" Jerry replied.
"OK, OK. What can I do to help?"
"Glad you asked. Currently you are the only one in our group that works at the same place as Alex, so we'd like you to be our eyes and ears there."
"You want me to spy on Alex at work?" I queried.
"No, nothing as dramatic as that. Just stick to your normal routine and be as observant as possible. If you know he's going out of town, then let me know. Or if he suddenly changes his normal work patterns, or if he does anything else noteworthy, call me. The more information we have, the better." Jerry said.
"I can do that." I replied. "Anything else?"
"Just consider what other resources you might have; a friend in the police, justice department, or military maybe. Or some sort of specialized training. Next time we talk I want a list of resources that you think might be useful. That's it for now. A cell phone will arrive in a day or two. Don't bring it to work, and keep it hidden at home. Take a walk at 7:00pm to 7:15pm every day and bring it with you, because that's when I'll contact you if I need to, and that's when you can call me if necessary." He instructed.
"All right. I will do as you say."
"Good. I'll be in touch." And the line went dead. Hope. A faint hope to be sure, but it was still hope.
When I got home Sherry tried to ask me how it went, but I put my finger to my lips to let her know I didn't want to talk about it there and then. Later I joined her in the shower, which is something I do occasionally, so she wasn't too surprised. Whispering in her ear I gave her a quick synopsis of the phone call with Jerry. When I was finished she gave me a big, long hug. Hope can be a wonderful thing, I just hoped this one wasn't false.
The club left us alone for the next two weeks and our lives almost returned to normal, except for the occasional calls to Jerry to report on Alex. I also told him that I had an old childhood friend that was in the Army; MP's I think, but I didn't see how that would help. Jerry wrote down his name and said it might come in useful.
Another Friday rolled around and we were enjoying a quiet night at home with the children when the phone rang. Sherry answered, listened to the caller for about half a minute, said "OK", and hung up. "So what was that about, honey?" I asked. She looked around to make sure the children were out of earshot.
"That was Marc, from the club. He said I would be spending the day with him tomorrow and that he would pick me up at 8:00 in the morning." She said without emotion. "I probably won't be home until dark."
"Oh, hell, I wonder what he's up to?" I moaned.
"I don't know, but he's the biggest perv of the group, so I'm a little worried."
What could I say or do to help? Nothing, that's what, and it pissed me off, but I hid that from my wife. She had enough to deal with the way it was.
Marc arrived exactly at 8:00 and Sherry was ready to go. Since he had not told her what to wear, she had on a pair of jeans and a simple sleeveless blouse. I watched as my wife left with Marc, not knowing what would be happening to her the rest of the day except that it would be sexual and humiliating.
I was pretty busy with taking care of the children and doing all the chores, so I didn't have much time to worry about Sherry. She was still on my mind the entire day, though. Finally, around sunset as promised, she came walking through the door. I hardly recognized her. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, which she never does. She was wearing a light blue crop-top that said "MILF" on it, no bra, a pair of royal blue short-shorts, and a visor. She looked really tired; I'd never seen my wife looking more haggard.
"I don't want the children to see me like this." She whispered and dashed upstairs. That was when I noticed the word "Juicy" on the back of her shorts. I followed her up and she went straight into the bathroom. She started the shower and stripped out of her clothes. It didn't take long because she wasn't wearing any underwear either. The strangest part though, was the writing on her body. Somebody had written on Sherry's body with what looked like black magic marker. "Slut" was written on her left ass cheek, and "Whore" was written on the right cheek. I turned her around there was even more on her front. Over her left breast there was a tattoo that looked like two intertwined snakes, but upon closer inspection were of a man and a woman fucking. On her left tit was the words "suck me" with an arrow pointing to her nipple, and on the right tit was written "bite me", also with the arrow. I spied some more writing just above her pussy. It said "Taste me!"
"Who did this?" I asked, pointing specifically to the tattoo. "What happened to you?"
