Sandy is my beautiful wife of twenty years. She has long black hair and a figure most women half her age would die for. She loves to wear her hair in a ponytail. She also knows just how to drive me crazy with lust for her.
Unfortunately it doesn't happen often enough. I am currently very busy trying to start a new security business as a part of my investigative service. I know I need to spend more time with her and I really try. I have been doing better lately after I found she was seeing another man. A guy she had gone with before we met.
She claimed she had never had intercourse with him but I was not totally sure I believed her. She said the only thing she had ever done was give him hand jobs. She had justified this by quoting a statement I had made early in our relationship, in regard to what she had done with him before we met, she said it was only heavy petting and manual stimulation. I said, 'I don't care about that, just as long as you weren't screwing him.' She didn't end the relationship for a long time. She admitted she saw this guy off and on for twenty years. She intimated that there were only about twenty meetings total over that length of time. This was devastating to me. She swore she only loved me and I believe her. I do not believe she ever loved the guy. It was mostly the excitement and exhilaration of doing something illicit she enjoyed. I do at this time have no idea of how strong this fetish is. I do know I must be vigilant and guard against a reoccurrence. My new CEO is a retired Army Command Sergeant Major. He is primarily in charge of the security and bodyguard part of the business. We have twenty-eight bodyguards either on the job or in training now. We have forty security guard men on the job or in training. I have also increased the number of investigators and other operatives who work for us from Four to twelve.
We find that our Security customers want investigations on an increasing level. Background checks is another area that we are expanding. Several of our best people are busy training new people. There are new people in training at all times. We have just rented our third portable building in two month to handle all the lockers, dressing rooms, and classrooms we require. Fortunately I had the resources in hand to pay for all this until the payments started coming in. I was lucky I had lined up enough contracts so that as our people came on line they immediately generated income. We have never had to operate in the red. That fact slows the graying process considerably.
Ralph Baker is an elderly gentleman, and a true master investigator. He is no longer able to actively get out and do the leg work, instead I hired him out of a boring retirement to teach our operatives. He loves it and is worth his weight in gold. In one of our discussions he asked if I could recommend some unsuspecting targets he could use for training purposes. I gave him a list. 1.Mrs. William Thompson 2.Mr. Mike Burnowski. 3.Mr. William Thompson 4.Mrs. Francis Peterson 5.Mr. Frank Scroggins
I would come up with more if necessary.
I requested that advanced students be used to conduct surveillance on numbers 1. And 5. With weekly written report, including photographs and recordings. The students were warned that in all cases the target should never know they are under scrutiny.
Mike Burnowski, the new CEO, and I had become close friends. He knew his stuff and knew countless people in all aspects of the business. His son, Charles, works for us too. He is a large very handsome and elegant young man. He is currently assigned as the bodyguard to an extremely wealthy middle aged lady. She is quite beautiful and he says the fringe benefits of the job are such that he would consider doing it for nothing. He escorts her to all sorts of social functions as her escort or date. The lady doesn't like anyone else to escort her to these events. He gets a lot of overtime pay. She has yet to complain and feels he is worth every penny. She is the only lady we currently serve. She says she has several friends who are interested in the same sort of protection. Charles says he has several well-trained and polished young men he could recommend. Might be a profitable sideline. They will be very expensive." Mike has a lovely daughter, Sidney, who well be working for us when her current contract expires.
She is very attractive and is an elegant and impressive companion on any executive's arm. She is armed and very effective. She does not perform any other services. Her specialty is providing unobtrusive protection in special situations where an additional male would be noticeable and cause unwanted gossip.
The first week's surveillance of Sandy was totally uneventful, it was obvious she had no idea she was being followed. That was just what I wanted to see. The results were the same week after week with Sandy.
Dear old Frank Scroggins was another matter. He was bird- dogging a few other women with no apparent luck. He did drive past my house several times. He made no attempt to contact Sandy. I still had a tap on my house phones and found no unusual calls.
Sandy was as loving and sweet as she always had been through the years. Our sex life was much improved and I loved it. Even when I was tired and not in the mood I forced myself to be enthusiastic and appear eager to have sex with her. She is so beautiful and sexy it never failed to end up as memorable night of loving. She was such a happy person that our loving seemed to be a really joyous time for her. I still had some reservations about her and the trust she had destroyed was no longer there. I loved her beyond all reason and knew life without her would be pure hell. I didn't know if I would ever trust her again.
We started going to more social functions and Sandy seemed to enjoy herself. She almost never left my side. She drank only non-alcoholic drinks and declined all invitations to dance with other men. She would smile and say something like, "My husband has all my dances reserved, and he filled his name in every slot on my dance card, isn't he sweet." She never even conversed with other men unless she was holding my hand or clutching my arm. She became very fond of Mike and his wife of forty years, Beth.
They are somewhat older than we are. Beth and Sandy would talk together and giggle and laugh. We had them over to our house for dinner several times and everyone enjoyed it.
Then I played back a tape from her car. I heard her say, "Why are you calling me. I told you it is over. NO. No. Listen, it is too soon. Let me think about it. No, I don't want to think about it, the answer is NO. It will always be no." CLICK.
My heart leapt for joy. That is just what I wanted to hear. Wait, that sounded a little to pat. Did she have me figured out? She likes people to think she is not too smart but that is far from the truth. I know from her mother that she always tested over 160 on her IQ tests. 150 or above is considered to be a genius.
Our oldest, Angel told me that her mother was the smartest and sneakiest person she knew. Angel said Sandy would let them think they were fooling her about something; then she would spring a trap of some sort on them. They had all learned it didn't pay to try and fool their mother. It did not add up that she had been such a fool about Frank Scroggins. How did I know that Frank was on the phone?
I would have to tell Ralph Baker that I thought she had figured out I had her phone tapped, and may have spotted a tail. He said there were ways to tell. He said give him a couple days; then he would know.
I knew the guys were pretty good. I had gotten reports of my activities for several days in a row. The reports were very accurate, but I had spotted no one.
Two days later Ralph Baker called my office and told me I was right. She had found the recorder in her car. He was sure she had even found the player for the recorder in my home office. She had removed the wire cartridge and replaced it an hour later. She had probably played it back. He didn't think she had picked up the surveillance, but she had started taking little evasive maneuvers.
I had to grin. Was she playing games with me? Why would she do that unless she had a way to prove she was innocent? I really believed she still loved me. I didn't believe she would take a chance by cheating on me in any way. She had to know that if I caught her again it would be the end for us. How could she prove she was as pure as the driven snow? I would have to think about that.
I walked in Mike's office carrying two fresh cups of coffee. I saw one of the guys walking near the door to his office. "Hey! Open Mike's door for me please."
He opened the door and I walked in and stopped in my tracks. A very beautiful woman was sanding there yelling at Mike. She was a tall blond, really stacked. She was very elegantly dressed. She was surprised by my unexpected entry and stopped yelling with her mouth open.
"Excuse me please, here is coffee for both of you." I quickly turned and headed back out the door.
"STOP WHERE YOU ARE." She said. I stopped and looked back at her.
"Him. That one will be perfect. Does he have a tux?"
Mike smiled at her, "Yes Ma'am I believe he does."
"Fine, she looked at me and started for the door. As she passed me she said, "Pick me up at seven."
She went regally out the door like a queen. I looked at Mike. "What the hell was that about?"
Mike grinned, "That was Charles' client, Loretta Hunt. He has the flu. He is sick in bed. Her contract says we will provide a trained bodyguard, approved by her, every Friday and Saturday evening. Everyone else is either busy or unavailable. Friday is her night to go to the Country Club, she needs a date. She chose you."
"What?"
"She says she will sue if we break her contact and bad mouth us all over town. She does have a lot of influence with all the rich people in town. She could hurt us badly."
"Shit, what can we do?"
"I guess you will have to be her date."
"Oh my God! Sandy would kill me!"
"Let me work on Sandy. Just sit down and drink that coffee you brought."
Mike pushed a speed button on his phone. There was evidently no answer. He looked at a phonebook and dialed again.
He grinned and said, "Hi! Sandy, this is Mike Burnowski. Just fine. You? Listen, Bill and I have a problem, Where are you now? Oh! That's not far from here. Could you possibly stop over? Ten minutes, great, see you then!" Mike looked at me, "I think we need a third opinion about this case."
"Mike, I know what you are trying to do. I am very afraid of this. It could very easily back fire on me. I love my wife. If the situation were reversed I would say 'No fucking way.'
"Well if she says that, we will just have to call Ms. Hunt and say we are sorry but we are out of people."
The light knock came on the office before I expected it. Sandy walked in and saw me and came to me and kissed me. She gave Mike a brush kiss on the cheek. "Well boys, tell me the problem." Mike explained the situation to Sandy. She looked at me. "What are the contractual responsibilities of the bodyguard?"
Mike said, "The bodyguard is to provide personal protection to the client. He is to be armed. He is to accompany to any place she wants to go. He will stay close to her at all times unless she requires privacy. In certain situations he will guard the entry to the room she occupies. She may dismiss him early at her discretion. In social gatherings he will be attentitive and appear to be her date for the evening. If required he will dance with the client. If he is requested to dance with anyone else and does so it does not relieve him of his responsibility to protect her. No other interaction is required. That is about it."
Sandy thought for a minute. "Billy, would you let me do this if the conditions were reversed?"
"No."
"No reasons, no explanation? Just a flat no?"
"No way in hell would I let you do this."
"Yet you expect me to approve of you doing it?"
"No, I don't."
