*** We pick up, the day after Chapter 5.***
Brent all but skipped past Tammy, his secretary, going into his office Monday morning. Brent was humming a verse to a song he had heard on the radio which was now stuck in his head. Without breaking stride, he set a fresh cup of coffee and a doughnut from Tammy's favorite coffee shop on her desk before breezing by.
Noticing his bright mood, she said, "So I guess at least one of us got lucky this weekend."
Brent called back over his shoulder, "Oh, just some family bonding time, but it was really special. I think I finally got through to Becky after all these years. She's really come around." Brent tossed his things onto his desk and turned back toward Tammy. "How about you?"
"Oh the usual. Hubby and I just hung out and binged a few shows," Tammy said through a mouthful of sugary doughnut.
"Nothing wrong with that. You got anything that I need to jump on this morning?"
My bones, she thought to herself, but knew that Brent would never cheat. She slurped a bit of coffee and looked over a few emails. "No. Nothing here that needs your attention. Looks like we had a quiet weekend. That's good to hear about Becky. She was big trouble for a while."
"Oh yeah, still is. Nothing I couldn't handle though. I just had to give it to her straight, I guess. Just knock if you need anything. I have to make some calls. Enjoy breakfast."
Brent closed his office door and went to his desk. He sipped his coffee and tried to count how many times he had made his daughters cum over the weekend. Smiling to himself, he gave up after a couple of tries. Overall though, he thought it was a very special weekend indeed. They had to scramble to cover their tracks yesterday before Kat got home, but she seemed none the wiser.
Speaking of Kat... Brent opened his private email account on his computer. Steve had sent him a write up of what he had uncovered yesterday, complete with pictures. Brent went through it clinically, like the investigator he was, looking for anything beyond mere cheating that he could use as leverage against his wife. If it came down to it that she was merely cheating, when confronted, she might just walk out the door. She made a great salary as a pharma rep and didn't really need Brent financially. Brent supposed that he could try to get her fired first, then she would need him. That is, unless whoever she was fucking took her in. Brent shook his head, thinking that blackmailing her might be harder than he thought.
The report said that Kat had driven to a bar across town and met with some friends for a brief drink. Nothing special there. Steve's report indicated that he observed Kat, who Steve referred to as "the target", leave the bar after about 20 minutes and get into a newer model, black Land Rover SUV. The vehicle was driven by a middle aged white male with blonde hair. The vehicle pulled around to the rear of the lot and parked in a shaded area. Steve reported that no one exited the vehicle. Due to the tint, he was unable to see what the occupants were doing.
However, in his words, "after approximately 20 minutes of inactivity, the vehicle under observation began to shimmy for several minutes. In my experience as an investigator, such motion is indicative of subjects inside engaging in intercourse. At this point, this investigator discretely approached the vehicle on foot and, using a polarized telephoto lens, obtained several photographs through the front front windshield of the target engaging in intercourse with the unknown male. (See attached)" His report went on to state that about another 20 minutes later, "the vehicle drove back around to the target's car. The target exited the SUV and entered her own vehicle. She then went on several errands not relevant to the investigation before returning home."
His report listed out the times and locations of all of her stops. The photographs included shots of Kat before entering the SUV and after exiting, where she looked decidedly more disheveled. There were slightly blurred shots of the driver, and clear shots of his car and license plate. Most importantly, there were several shots of the man kissing Kat in the back seat. Others showed him sucking her tits and her straddling his lap, both facing him and facing away.
Brent did not recognize the guy at all. He googled the SUV model and found out that it cost well over one hundred eighty thousand dollars. Nothing else about the car stood out, so he would have to rely on Steve for now. Brent gave him a call.
"Steve, it's Brent. Thanks for the report."
"You bet."
"Any luck on figuring out who the guys is?"
"Well, I appreciate your confidence in me, but it's only nine A.M. How about you let me call my DMV friend and I'll get back to you? The DMV on a Monday will be slammed and my guy is doing this on the sly, so give me some time."
"Sorry man. Now I know how it feels to be 'that guy'. You know, the customer that's always bugging out and wants everything right now." Brent took a calming breath. "I won't pester you. Just call me if you get anything."
Steve chuckled, "No bother, Brent. You'll hear from me soon."
...
It was after lunch before Brent got the name and address. It still didn't ring a bell so he ran a google search and then followed up through a couple of databases his company had subscriptions to. They could tell you almost anything about anyone. Over the course of the day he was able to piece together a full jacket of information on his wife's mystery man, some of it very useful. Brent was actually rather shocked when he finally put it all together. He also realized that if Steve dug too deeply, he might feel obliged to report it to the authorities. Brent called him back and let him know that he had enough information to confront his wife and to consider the case closed for now. He added that he would come by later in the week to settle up, in cash if possible.
"So the big question is," Steve said as they wrapped up the call, "are you dumping her or what? Do I need to get ready to testify?...in a divorce hearing, not a murder trial, I hope."
Brent laughed loudly while he downloaded everything he needed to a flash drive. "No. No, I think we will work things out actually. The kids and I will have a little intervention, and then we will all kiss and make up."
"You're a better man than I, Brent. Call me back if you need anything else. Thanks for the business."
Brent hung up and texted Becky on their burners that he would meet her at home right after school with a new project. He picked up his flash drive, gathered his things, and headed home to meet her.
...
Brent got home first and went to his home office to finish working on his evidence. The trick was going to be making everything look like a teenage girl figured all of this out on her own. Brent ran through ideas while he piddled on his computer.
The condom wrapper was easy. Becky could have found it and easily assumed it was her mom's. The twins would have told each other if they were fucking anyone and their dad's routine was pretty set. Kat was the only one bopping in and out of town and running all over town regularly. Still, she could say it had been Brent's or stuck to someone's shoe for that matter.
On a hunch, Brent went to his bedroom and carefully went through Kat's drawers and closet. Afterall, unless she was buying rubbers one at a time, she had to keep them somewhere. That was assuming that her man wasn't bringing his own. He knew Kat liked to be prepared, so odds were good that she at least had a back up stash.
He didn't find anything there so he checked the rest of the bedroom and bathroom. It took a while to find her hiding spot, but he did. Under her side of the sink in their bathroom, there were two boxes of tampons. Men naturally avoided feminine hygiene products, so it was a pretty good hiding spot. Brent almost didn't mess with them until he noticed that both boxes were open, which seemed odd. The box on top had nothing but tampons in it. The bottom box though was a gold mine.
Brent pulled it out and removed a few loose tampons that had been scattered on top to hide the contents. Underneath were a mostly empty box of condoms, a stack of cards and love notes, and a strip of photos from a photo booth. The condoms were self explanatory. The notes were mostly hand written with a few sappy store bought cards thrown in. What he assumed was the oldest love note to his wife, based on it's position at the bottom of the pile, was sweet and almost platonic. It was really little more than the old "check this box if you like me" type note, but the genius had signed his name to it. The top most love note seemed more recent, was much more lurid, and was only signed with a heart and the guy's initials.
The photo strip was from a novelty booth that was often set up at social functions. The border had the company's name but also said, "30th Annual Pharma Forum, St. Louis". Kat and her blonde friend were posing for the three shots. In the first they were all smiles. In the second, they were staring into each other's eyes. In the third, they were deeply kissing. Brent recalled that Kat had gone to that conference a few months ago. He wanted to wad up the picture and then stomp it to oblivion. Instead he snapped some quick pics of everything and replaced it all just like he had found it. Don't want to spring the trap too soon, he thought.
With the little treasure trove he had uncovered, a few of the dirty pics that Steve had taken, an internet search, and good cover story, Brent felt like he had a good way to make it seem like Becky had uncovered everything on her own. He printed out the news articles he had found and just the shot of Kat getting into the SUV along with the one of the man sucking her tits. He stored everything else away on his flash drive and locked it in his desk.
He heard Becky come in a little while later, but she went straight to her room. Probably just using the bathroom, Brent assumed. He heard her coming toward his office a couple of minutes later. When she walked in through his doorway, his jaw dropped.
Becky stood before him in a skin tight, white nighty. Its material hugged her form so closely that he could see she wore neither bra nor panties. The thin straps were stretched tightly across her shoulders while the thin material covering her breasts was stretched almost transparently thin. Her hair hung loosely at her shoulders and her lips pouted at him dressed in bright red lipstick.
"Hi daddy," she said with fake shyness. "I'm pretty sore from yesterday, but if you need to fuck me, I can take it."
"Becky, what...I..." Brent cleared his throat before continuing, "I mean, wow. You look incredible."
"Thank you, daddy," Becky said. She walked up to his desk and leaned over toward him, almost in the same position he had taken her the first time. Her breasts arced down nicely, giving him a beautiful view of her cleavage. She stared over the desk at his growing bulge. "I don't mind helping you with your... project. Is that your way of saying you are going to bend me over the desk again?"
