Chapter One
Marital Problems? Infidelity? Desperate for the Affection of a Loving Wife?
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The damn subway had broken down for the third time that month. He’d cool his heels again
on the station platform.
With nothing to do while he waited for the train, Trevor Sands swiped a news rag from
the rack of grimy papers and thumbed through the ads, looking for god knows what. Never
hurts to keep your eyes peeled for a good deal, although these classifieds were probably
months old and long out of date. His eyes moved swiftly through a collection of want ads,
real estate gimmicks and automobile ads, until his eyes happened to land on a small item
listed in ‘Novelties’, in the lower left hand corner – the kind that makes you do a double
take – Did I really see that? Being so far down the list, it was a wonder any one would
have found it.
He chuckled to himself as he read the odd come-on, at the same time casting furtive
glances at the small number of people around him wondering if they could see what drew his
avid, almost anxious attention.
Suddenly he heard the grinding on the tracks, and his concentration was deflected to the
approaching train. A collective sigh swept through the waiting passengers; the train was
thirty minutes overdue. Trevor was about to toss the newspaper in the trash and be on his
way. But he impulsively changed his mind and ripped the strange ad about sexless marriages
from the paper and stuffed it in his pocket as he boarded the railcar.
***
Tony Joyce overheard two men at the Corner Bar talking about their wives, then started
listening in real close. Something about the conversation was giving him a hard-on. He did
a lot of listening on the sly, barely tuning into conversations until something jarred him
enough to warrant his complete attention. The two next to him had his interest now.
“I swear, that’s what the man said,” the grey-haired man spoke in a loud whisper. “They
got this program for cheating and frigid wives. He said it worked like a charm.”
“As if you could get Jenny into that,” his friend laughed.
“Hell, Jenny would be sending me, if she could. She’s been trying to reform me for
years,” the man smirked. “Besides, she’s a hellcat in bed. But you? I mean, the way Grace
turns you down. She’s just the kind of woman they say they can cure.”
His friend shook his head.
“I mean really, Sam, call Barrett. He’ll tell you all about it.”
“Barrett’s got bucks. Bucks I don’t have. Something like this gotta cost a bundle.”
“C’mon, take their number, will you,” the grey-haired fellow urged, “the Ultimate
Solution for the Sexless Marriage, that’s what they say. Here. Write this down.” He shoved
a cocktail napkin in front of Sam and fished a pen from his pocket, writing down the
number. Give them a call.” Like Sam would even dare.
But Tony Joyce? – who’d overheard the entire exchange and committed the phone number to
memory as soon as he heard it – he had a knack for that. Here was a man who had no fear of
taking chances on oddball schemes; he’d been doing it for years. Why, he wouldn’t have the
biggest car dealership in the county if it weren’t for taking chances. And bucks, oh, he
had plenty of bucks if this Ultimate Solution could bring the sexy Roxanna back to his
marriage bed. Why not? Certainly was worth the phone call.
***
Jeff Dawkins peeled himself out of his chair, rubbing his eyes. Long day in front of the
computer. But damn it had been a good day. Ten transactions that put another $50,000 in
his bank account. Couldn’t do much better than that for one day. He had reason to
celebrate…but then, as usual, he was home alone. No one to celebrate with.
Padding to the kitchen, he grabbed a beer from the fridge and moved out to the patio,
swiping the mail as he went. He needed a little fresh air. He was a tall, lean,
good-looking man of thirty-five. Tousled hair, square cut jaw, sporting a day’s growth of
beard. Inherently sexy, and dangerously unfulfilled.
There wasn’t much to do between now and when Janet got home at ten, IF she got home that
early – maybe find a ballgame on TV. Oh, but that was last night’s agenda. He flipped
through the mail finding nothing of interest, then fixed himself a frozen Enchilada Dinner
in the microwave and wandered back to his office, eating and surfing the Internet. Within
a minute flat, he found himself in the middle of one of those porn pop-up loops. Damn!
Just when he thought he’d have to reboot, he clicked off the last of the open browser
screens. All of them suddenly disappeared, except one small one at the bottom of the
screen.
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He read the advertisement twice, shaking his head in disbelief. Then he absently put his
TV dinner on the desk and further inspected the page to see if there was any other
information. No web address, no hyperlink. Something feral grabbed him in the gut, or
maybe it was lower? Yes, it was definitely in his lower regions where he was feeling the
pressure. His cock was getting hard, a moment later, still staring at the computer screen,
he pulled his erection from his jeans and began jacking off…
Janet was a good wife in so many ways, but a little reprogramming and she’d be perfect.
He imagined her coming home at six not ten or after, with a warm, welcoming smile on her
lips, doing a little strip tease at his office door. She’d loosen her brunette hair, which
had been neatly fixed in a bun all day, and let it cascade down to her shoulders. Then
piece by piece, her stuffy executive clothes would drop away until she was standing before
him in a lacy black bra and a tiny thong. He closed his eyes and imagined her slowly
moving toward the desk and dropping to her knees before him, her mouth covering his
erection. As she began to suck him off in his fantasy world, Jeff shot his load into a
handkerchief that he swiped from the desktop.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” he leaned back in his chair and let his open-mouthed exclamation
rise into the empty air.
If she only knew.
When he came back to the present, Jeff was staring at the computer screen and the weird
advertisement. If it were only possible to reprogram his wife, just a little…
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