( Last Para for continuity) Once again, Anne had made decisions committing us to activities that I had had no say in. I could not be angry with her about this decision though, I found the idea of having her helpless in those stocks very appealing at that moment. We returned upstairs and Judy made some coffee and we made arrangements to return the following weekend.
When we got home and in the door, Anne turned and threw herself at me, kissing me and trying to get my jacket off at the same time. For my part, I was extremely horny, we had not made love in weeks and the images of Anne in those stocks inflamed my ardour. Our clothes came off as we climbed the stairs and we were both naked by the time we reached the bedroom.
The first time was not making love! It was straight forward rutting as I forced my erection as deep into her pussy as I could reach. It was at no discomfort to Anne as she was sopping wet and ready to eagerly to receive everything I had. We pounded at each other until we both reached our orgasms at the same time, not something that happened very often. Usually I would finish first and had to finish Anne by hand or mouth, I was getting used to going down on her after sex.
The second time was a slow leisurely fuck and this was more like the real thing. We both took the time to ensure we made the experience pleasurable for each other.
Afterwards as we lay there talking, she asked, "What do you think about trying out Judy and Peter's scene? I'm sorry I never asked you if you were OK with before accepting, but you appeared very interested at the time."
"I'm don't want to go there at all. I don't want to be the dominant one. The thought of causing you pain, even if you were to derive some pleasure from it, does not appeal to me. I certainly don't want to be the submissive, I don't fancy the stocks bit at all." I replied.
She said, "Don't you trust me? How about we try taking turn about and see which of us gets the biggest kick out of it?
I thought about this for a couple of minutes and said, "No! I do not want to go down that particular route. If you want to go there next week for the research purposes, that's one thing, but taking an active role is a non-starter. I do not want any participation from either of us!"
"That's OK then. Trust me and leave the arrangements to me. I have Judy's number and I'll sound her out about how far they are prepared to go and what the boundaries are."
So we left it at that and I for one slept better that night than I had in along time.
The weekend was devoted to the garden and getting ready for our holiday, now only a fortnight away. Anne and I had sex each night but I felt there was something missing but could not put my finger on it. I felt that just maybe our troubles though not over may be on the mend.
Life returned to normal, the school run, the domestic chores and of course the Wednesday 'Harem' get together. I had told the girls about Anne's alternate names for the group and they were amused with either term. In parallel with the usual domestic issues, I completed the database format for 'Sam's Project' and went to see him. He was delighted when I explained how the system worked and asked if I could start populating the database with real data using his current stock. This was a bit more than I had expected and I told him he could get a temp into do the donkey work and that I was willing to train him or her on the system. I told him a temp would be cheaper to employ than me and he agreed that that made sense.
Before I left he said, "Look, you were savvy enough to sus out that not every transaction in this business is necessarily put through the books accurately, can you set up a second database with the real data?"
I told him I could and that once all the data had been inputted into the present database, I would set up the other 'B' Model with the 'corrected' figures. I cautioned him that the 'B' model must never be stored on the office computer and that it would be better to keep it on a memory stick. He asked several pertinent questions about what he needed and I advised him to find somewhere secure to keep the memory stick, somewhere handy but easily accessible.
It was a couple of days later when he called and said he had found a girl to do the data entry and that she was ready to start work the following day. I went round the next morning and was introduced to a stunning girl. She was every man's wet dream, five foot four in height with a figure that Miss World contestants would die for. Before I could get my eyes properly focussed, Sam told me her name was Simone and that she was his daughter. He had prepared all the paperwork relating to his current stock and left us to it. She explained that she had been looking for a summer job, but did not fancy working directly for her Dad in the Car Sales business, but that this role looked like something she would enjoy. It suited her that it was short term as she was going back to school after the summer holidays to do her 'A' Levels and Maths coupled with business studies as her chosen subjects.
She was a quick learner and was soon busy entering the data. She paused occasionally to ask the odd pertinent question about why this field or that and readily accepted my answer. I left her to it and went to find Sam. He was standing with a dark skinned man and I took him to be a customer, so I paused but when Sam saw my hesitation he called me over. He introduced me to his associate and said that Andrew owned several night clubs and that he might have some more business for me. Sam left us to talk and I found Andrew to be a likeable and easily approachable guy. After a short while I found my self agreeing to fulfil his accountancy requirements.
We set up an initial appointment and before he departed I asked. "Why did you decide to ask me to be your accountant?"
He smiled and said. "Sam recommended you and said you knew how to be discrete. In my business, I also have many cash transactions and while I pay my taxes like everyone else, I don't want to pay more than I need to, if you get my meaning?"
I smiled and assured him that discretion was my forte.
That was how my business started and little did I know at the time but over the next few months I was to be drawn deeper into the local small business scene.
At home our life had reverted to what had become normal. We still made love, but it was more akin to addressing a sexual need and not the deep love we used to share. I was not particularly happy with the situation, but I could not see an easy way to resolve the issues confronting us. Any attempt I made at opening a discussion on the subject of what we were doing to our marriage was met with a denial that there was anything amiss. So I took the easy way out and accepted it was just another rough patch and we would get over it.
It was on the Thursday before our next meeting with Peter and Judy that Anne phoned to say she had to work late on one of her articles and not to hold any dinner for her. She would be eating out this evening. This was unusual, normally she had her schedule planned to the minute and she would post any changes well in advance. It wasn't until she had hung up that I realised she had failed to say which article she was working on.
So it was that evening after getting our kids to bed and settled, I found that I had unexpectedly had the evening to myself. I logged on to my computer and checked the e.mails. On an impulse, I checked Anne's private e.mail but she had changed the password so I could not gain access. Again, I thought that's odd, she has had the account since we were first married and had never changed it before. My suspicions were now fully aroused, what the fuck was happening here. First, the working late at short notice, secondly, the changed password, was I being paranoid? Could she be cheating on me?
I set to work trying to gain access to her account. I tried all the usual suspects, kids names, special words we used together and finally just as I was about to give up, I glanced at the calendar on the desk and noticed that it was still posted at June. We were now well into July and I was sure I had turned the page. I noted that one word on one of the adverts framing the calendar had been highlighted. I returned to the computer and tried once more. Bingo! I was in to her e.mails. As I scanned through them, there was nothing untoward about the inbox or in the storage folders headings. Short of going through each folder, there was no way I would discover anything confirming my suspicions. As a last thought, I checked her deleted items folder and found one e.mail that made my heart plummet. It was from Pat Cairns or at least the name of the sender was Pat Cairns. As I read through the short note, it did confirm about the cancellation of the next get together, but went on to suggest that she and Jim were looking forward to meeting up with her tomorrow night.
Tomorrow night! I checked the date and confirmed that it was tonight the she referred to. So now I started to suspect that it was not an article she was working on, it was a private event and I was not invited. I was stunned. I sat down and tried to think about it rationally. It could be an innocent business meeting, but why would Pat be there? There was no suggestion about the reason for the meeting tonight but if it was a business meeting, why hadn't Anne just said so? The more I thought about it the less sure I was that she was cheating. I decided not to rush into any rash actions but I would watch Anne closely and see if she changed her routine over the next few weeks.
Anne arrived home around ten thirty and her appearance was perfectly normal. She came over to me and gave me a kiss full on the lips with loads of tongue. I thought she tastes different and tried to identify what the taste was, Then it struck me, spearmint. She must have brushed her teeth or chewed some gum and I had never known her to chew gum.
She pulled me to my feet and said. "Unless you have anything else to do, I have an itch that needs attention."
I was so aroused by the promise in the kiss she had just given me that all my thoughts regarding the spearmint taste went straight out of my head. I chased her into the bedroom and stripped off my clothes in record time. She had also started to undress, but I quickly went to her and started to pull off her clothes. I had a surprise when I pulled off her panties, her pussy was shaved apart from a narrow strip about three inches long and an inch wide. I pulled back in surprise and asked her. "When did this happen?"
