For nearly ten years, Brian and I had enjoyed one success after another as business partners. We shared an entrepreneurial spirit. We are both geniuses in our own right; me as the creative force and he as the technical wizard. Success is never boring. Wealth is more a blessing than a curse. There are the creature comforts of nice homes, stable of nice vehicles, and respect of our peers. We both also enjoy the pleasures of having married women who were sexy and supportive of our ventures.
It was the most recent app we had launched about a year ago that led to a new level of seismic activity in our sex lives. From time to time when traveling together on business trips, Brian and I would discreetly admit to each other our admiration for each other's wife. We never went so far as to suggest swapping. We knew our wives would never go for that. All four of us were active in the same church. Although quiet about our actions, we were known for our generosity in charitable giving to the church. To even engage in private conversations of our fantasy confessions was dangerous stuff. But the trust between Brian and I had been forged through many a high-stress trial in our business journeys. Sharing these private, "just between us" thoughts was not only invigorating, but we both felt a horny rush hearing such fantasies revealed.
The latest app we had launched was intended to serve as a short-term, interim substitute for the real thing. Making it to confession regularly is difficult. We provided a platform for confessors to share in the privacy afforded by their own device. Security and privacy was guaranteed. There was no log-in required. It was convenient as well. Although The Church did not endorse it, members soon flocked to it. In no time at all it became a gold mine for advertisements, cutting out a niche for religious businesses that was rich in potential. We offered high traffic from guilt-ridden clients vulnerable to suggestion.
What we were able to do was sift through data usage by filtering for specific words, phrases, and even location. This was intended to provide advertisers specific marketing information to help them develop strategic ad campaigns. It was this filtering that led to that seismic shift.
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Brian greeted me with a smile and said, "Mike, check this out." I listened as he strung together multiple snippets of confessions by using a keyword filter. I couldn't help but laugh as I heard the same voice making confessions on four different dates...
-April 16- "Forgive me for I have sinned. I have cheated on my wife."
-May 1- "Forgive me for I have sinned. I cheated on my wife again."
-May 22- "Forgive me for I have sinned. I, uh, cheated on my wife... again."
-June 3- "Forgive me. I cheated on my wife."
Brian's technical savvy ignited my creative mind. It was what made our business partnership so effective. And this time, the synergy between us led to something more akin to a conspiracy than a collaboration. The two of us plotted the course. We agreed that no matter what happened, we would guard the secret between us.
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Acting mystified, I casually mentioned to my wife, Kathleen, that I had discovered something on the confession app that I found to be intriguing. At first she did not seem to show much curiosity at all. But my patience paid off. Eventually she asked about it.
"Listen to this. Tell me what you think." I opened up a file indexed to filtered searches as I explained to her the marketing intentions of it. "It is completely private and anonymous. We have tens of thousands of users with no way to identify them specifically." (That was a lie of course, but of no matter at this time.)
Kathleen stirred the creamer into her coffee as she sat at the table displaying a mild sense of attention. I played the confession snippets, each the same voice over and over again.
-June 6- "I secretly lust for my business partner's wife. She has no idea. Nobody does. But I feel guilty about my thoughts."
-June 8- "Forgive me. This morning I mentally undressed my business partner's wife when she stopped by our office. I was so filled with lust that at lunch, I went home and fucked my wife. But I still had those mental images of his wife in my mind even then."
-June 11- "Forgive me. I saw my business partner's wife in her swim suit yesterday after church. I could not stop staring. I am feeling a lustful desire to fondle her amazing tits"
I sat still. Kathleen sat silent. I just waited for her to make the first move.
"Michael. Does he know that you can listen to those?"
Although she did not outright declare that was Brian's voice, her eyes and tone certainly indicated that suspicion. I carefully replied, "Does he know that I can or does he know that I have?"
