Chapter 1

 

My name is Bill (William, if you want to get technical) Chaffin. I married my wife out of desperation. Well, I loved her, too but it was mostly desperation. Debra Overly and I started dating in high school. Even after we became "exclusive" I wasn't able to convince her to let me do anything except heavy petting. I couldn't even touch her boobs on the outside of her blouse, sweater, or shirt.

Deb was without a doubt the prettiest girl in the whole school. She was a cheerleader, prom queen and queen of everything else.

To be honest I basked in the glow of the attention she got because I was slim and a little bit geeky. I don't, to this day, know what Deb saw in me. She had no way of knowing I would invent the things I did and make us rich as all get-out. Not back then.

Anyway, we dated all the way through college without me ever getting to first base. To continue with the baseball metaphor, I didn't even get up to bat. I began to think blue balls were a way of life. Thank God for masturbation.

Even after we were married, Debra was modest to an extreme. We made love in the dark, under the cover, and with her eyes closed tightly. She dressed or undressed in the bathroom with the door closed and locked. I'm not sure she actually locked it because I didn't dare try to open it.

Here's an even weirder thing. She liked sex. Once we got going, she loved it. She would cry out in ecstasy when she had a climax.

Let me try to describe Deb. She is five feet, seven inches of lush rounded curves. She has a size thirty-four D bust. I know that because I check one of her bras. Okay, I was sniffing her bra if you must know. Deb keeps her red hair cut short. Not masculine, just short. There is nothing even remotely masculine about my wife. Clothed, she is a study in beauty and from the few times I've accidentally seen her nude she is stunning.

Since my earlier slim geeky high school days, I've matured into a slim (I prefer lean) geeky man. Okay, not so much geeky as studious. While in college, I became interested in the martial arts and studied several disciplines. I became quiet good at some of them. I longed for bullies to mess with me, but they didn't. I think it has something to do with confidence. When you know you can beat the hell out of most people, you project that. Bullies sense it and steer clear. Bully is just another word for coward, you know.

I became an inventor by accident. I was endeavoring to do one thing and developed another, much more useful, gadget. I sold my patent and went on to make other and sometimes even useful things that sold well, thank you. Our coffers runneth over.

While inventing things I spent a lot of time thinking about how to get Deb to come out of her shell. I wanted her to be more open to new ideas in the bedroom. I say bedroom because that was the only place we ever had sex. Sex was not even spoken of anywhere outside the marital bed and not much then. If it was spoken about at all it was spoken in the most cold and clinical terms.

I knew it was not a religious thing with Debra. She wasn't any more religious than I. I knew it wasn't because of some strict upbringing. Her parents were as common as an old shoe. Debra's sister, Jackie, was a beauty also and she dressed to show off and to please. Actually, I had seen Jackie's nice tits more than Debra's.

Jackie made sure I was looking before she bent over and let me look down her blouse. Jackie was unmarried and a real tease. Sometimes I couldn't help but wonder if I had married the wrong sister.

Three years into our very reserved marriage, I found the key that unlocked Deb's inhibitions. It, like many things in my life, was an accident.

My friend and fellow inventor Chuck Mathews loved gadgets. Any gadget was something Chuck just had to have. One day he announced he had purchased a new, state-of-the-art digital camera and asked me if I wanted his old one. I said yes because his "old" camera wasn't more than four or five months old.

He turned it over to me a few days later and for a few days it lay on my workbench without me giving it much thought. One day I was brain-dead and decided to get away from the shop for a while. I grabbed the camera and went three blocks up the street to the park.

I snapped pictures of some ducks and geese and a few pictures of the passing people who were also goofing off in the park that day. I managed to snap a couple of shots of a girl in a low cut blouse as she was bending over to feed a squirrel.

Later that day after I was home I decided to review the pictures I had taken. Man, was I ever surprised. The memory card was loaded with nude and semi-nude pictures of Chuck's wife, Ilene.

On several occasions over the years Deb and I got together socially with Chuck and Ilene so I knew her. Well, I thought I knew her. The Ilene in the images wasn't the Ilene I knew and hadn't been all that impressed with.

I considered Ilene to be rather plain, but that was probably because I compared her to Debra which wasn't at all fair. I got the instruction book and figured out how to upload the images from the camera to my computer.

On my thirty-inch plasma monitor, Ilene showed up as a real hot momma; absolutely drop-dead sexy. It was apparent that Ilene had no inhibition. None, zero, zip, and nada. Some of the photos clearly showed Ilene holding her pussy open. Some showed her with dildos, vegetables, and whatever would fit in her pussy. They also showed that she liked doing what she was doing. Her small breasts were topped with obviously hard nipples and her expression showed she was having fun.

Suddenly I envied Chuck. I went through the photo file several times before I had to take matters in hand. After I jacked-off, I found the photos I took in the park. They were not very good so I decided to read the manual. That was what I was doing later that night. I was in bed waiting for Deb to emerge from the bathroom.

"What are you reading?" she asked. I didn't bother to look up. I knew she would be fully dressed. Pajamas and even a sweater if it was cool.

"I inherited Chuck's old camera," I answered. "I'm trying to figure out how to use it. It's nothing like my old camera." My old camera was a point and shoot. No buttons, no switches, and no dials. You could not mess up and you couldn't get a decent picture either.

"Wow, this is fancy," she said picking up the camera that was on the bedside table. "What do you need with a camera like this?"

"The price was right," I said. She was talking to me, but I wasn't about to get excited. It was a Wednesday and I never got nookie during the week. Deb got into bed, gave me a quick peck on my lips and went to sleep. I continued to study.

It took me a few days, but I finally managed to get the hang of the damned camera. It hadn't come to me with a flash so I bought a good high-powered flash. The flash had a manual almost as complicated as the camera manual.

Since the sale of my super widget and the later sale of the super-dooper Doohicky, Deb didn't work outside the home. She was a member of a civic organization that took up most of her time. I have no idea what they did and didn't care all that much. That was how my trouble begun.

"Bill," Debra said in my ear one morning. I had been out of the house less than an hour. I was still having my morning coffee. "My computer is doing that thing again." Like I was supposed to know what the hell she was talking about. I know a little about computers but I'm not a fucking mind reader. I inquired and got nowhere. "That thing," she insisted. "I promised I would have the flyers finished and ready for them to make a decision," she went on. It is possible that I was supposed to know what flyers, and who "they" or "them" were. I didn't, so I waited for Deb to get to her point.

"I need to use your computer to finish," she finally said. I suppose if I had finished my coffee and been more alert, I would have been sharper. I wasn't sharp, so I said for her to go ahead and use it. I never even thought of the pictures of Ilene. They never even crossed my mind.

 

***

 

After knowing Deb nine years and being married to her three of them I was fairly adapt at reading her moods. I picked up on the fact that all was not well within a few minutes of arriving home that evening.

"How was your day, honey?' I dared to ask her.

"Bill, I don't want to talk to you right now," she snapped. She was making dinner so I left her to finish. History had taught me that she would tell me what I had done wrong sooner or later. Rushing it wasn't a good thing for me to do. I went to my office which had been a guest room before I converted it. I sat down at the computer and suddenly I knew what was wrong with Deb. There was a photo of Ilene in all her glory, her legs opened wide with her fingers working that big wet cunt. Oh Shit!

I sat there stunned trying to get my brain to work. Why hadn't I deleted the files? Why had I uploaded them in the first place? Why, why, why? I was in some very deep shit.

I like beer. Actually, I love beer and right then I wanted one like I never had before. The only trouble was the beer was in the kitchen. Debra was also in the kitchen. I would have crawled through broken glass to get a beer, but I wasn't about to go into that kitchen without a plan.

Suddenly I remembered the small refrigerator on the patio. I remembered putting some beer in it when I mowed the lawn last time. I nearly ran out to the patio and thank you God, there were two beers left.

I opened one and sat down on the chase lounge to attempt to find a way out of my predicament. I took the first sip of the nectar from Budweiser. I let it lay on my tongue for a few moments to savor it. There is not another taste like it. I swallowed and did it again. By the time I was finished with the first beer and started on the second one I was getting angry.

I had no predicament. I had done nothing wrong. I was innocent of any wrongdoing. I was willing to lay aside the fact I uploaded the pictures and had been stupid enough to leave them on my computer. I gathered up both empty beer bottles to take them the kitchen and confront Deb. I didn't make it.

"How could you?" Deb demanded. She was standing in the open door with her arms folded across her beautiful chest. It was a bad sign that she wasn't yelling. I made a quick decision to not play defense. I went on the offensive.

"Just what the hell were you doing prowling around in my computer, Deb?" I said. I'll admit I hadn't been very smart to label the file Ilene's photos. "And what the hell are you doing getting mad at me?" I was on a roll. "Did you bother to think there may be a reasonable explanation? No, you decided to get all pissed and lay into me. Well fuck that shit. Get the hell out of my way. I'm going out." I hurried out and drove down the block to Paddy's Bar. Paddy's had been my hideout for years.

Paddy was the owner, bartender, and bouncer. We knew one another quite well. He didn't bother asking what I wanted. He drew a draft Bud and set it before me.

"You look like a man with woman troubles, my friend," Paddy said. It's a good thing bartenders, priests and ministers, lawyers and doctors are protected by law. All the aforementioned professions know a lot of secrets. I gave him another secret to hold close. I didn't think he knew Chuck or Ilene but I didn't name names.

"Humm," Paddy said after I told him the story. "I think you should bring the pictures here for me to examine."

"No, I don't think so, Paddy," I said. He shrugged and grinned.

"Well, lad, it was worth a shot. I think you did right. Taking the offensive was your best course of action. But now go home, tell the little lady you are sorry for raising your voice to her, and suggest you both forget it."

"Hell, that won't fly, Paddy. She's not about to forget it."

"No, of course not," Paddy, the wise said. "She will want to discuss it and that way you can tell the lass what happened. She may not believe you, but there will be room for doubt. Is your friend with the naughty wife a stand-up guy? Will he back your story if he's asked?"

"I guess he...oh shit, Paddy," I said having a thought. "What if Debra calls Ilene?"

"Ilene is the lass who shows all of her charms?"

"Yes and she and Debra are friends of a sort. This is not good."

"I suspect you should make haste, young Bill. Hurry home to gain control of the situation." I burned up the road for the few blocks it took, but all for naught. Deb was waiting at the door for me.

"I just got off the phone with Ilene," Deb said. "She claims you have never taken a picture of her. How did you happen to have them on your computer? Ilene would also like to know the answer to that."

I carefully explained how it came to pass. I lied a tiny bit when I said I didn't know they were on the memory card when I uploaded it. I could tell from her expression that she believed me, but she wasn't through with me just yet.

"Okay, I can see how that happened," Deb said. "But why were they still on the computer?" I was afraid that was going to come up. I tried for some semi-truth again since it seemed to be working for me.

"I simply forgot all about them," I said. "I've been busy and haven't been using my home computer lately. I'll delete them right now."

"No, you don't need to do that," Deb said. "Ilene asked me to make sure they were gone so I deleted them.

"Good," I told her. "You believe me, don't you?"

"Yes," she said. "Dinner is ready, so go wash up."

 

***

 

I did not fool myself into thinking that was the end of the matter. My beautiful wife is, after, all a woman and admit it girls; it is not your nature to let things go. Not that easily. I don't mean that in a negative way.

That night I was in bed first. On my side, my light out, and very convincingly faking sleep.

"Did you like them, Bill?" Deb said to my back. She had got in bed and was sitting up with her light still on. "Did you enjoy looking at the pictures of Ilene?" I lay still for a few moments thinking of my options. Apparently, faking sleep was not one of them.

"Yes," I finally answered her, "Yes, I enjoyed them very much." I rolled over and I sat up to at least be on the same level as Deb. I decided if we had to do it at least I would go in swinging. "Did you?"

"What did you like about them?" she asked ignoring my question.

"I think what I liked most was the fact that Ilene was posing for her man. She certainly seemed to be enjoying herself. I also liked seeing what I had only imagined before. I liked the idea that a wife would do whatever it took to please her husband. I liked the fact that if she had any inhibitions she overcame them. And I wish you hadn't deleted them from my computer." I didn't tell her that I went to the recycle bin and recovered all of the photos.

"Oh," Deb said softly and turned out her light. "Goodnight Bill."