KATE'S SECRETS

 

CHAPTER ONE

 

It was a good quality video and she was the best dancer of the night. The announcer or DJ announced her as Princess Lickemdick. She wore a buckskin bottom with a lot of fringe, a buckskin top that was mostly fringe, and high buckskin moccasins. Her outfit was topped with a beaded headband and a long feather. She whirled and gyrated to the beat of the loud music but most of the men in the audience could not have cared less that she was an accomplished dancer. They were waiting for her to start removing the Native American costume.

The camera panned around and I could see that the audience was mostly black men with just a few white male faces in the crowd. It did not look like a place for a nice white girl.

From time to time the camera moved to catch things going on in the place. The camera zoomed in and I saw a table dancer bent over the table and being screwed. All the females were constantly fondled even the harried waitresses.

Once I saw two dancers giving head to customers and another one sitting on a lap with a dick in her pussy. I was sure there was sexual activity going on out of camera range. On stage Princess Lickemdick had shed her top and her beautiful 36C breasts were swinging free. It was almost as if her boobs were dancing independent of her.

That video came later and I need to back this story up to a better starting place.

My name is Howard M. White, Jr. Almost from birth I was called Howie. I'm a college graduate and I'm thirty-eight. I suppose by almost any standard I would be considered wealthy. It wasn't always so. I grew up in a lower-middle income family. We never wanted for necessities and usually we got the extras we wanted.

I met Kate while in college and to this day, I marvel that she would even date me. Kate was Miss Personality at college. She was into everything. I was considered by many to be a nerd. That was why I was pleasantly shocked she said yes when I finally got up the nerve to ask her out.

For the record I wasn't a nerd. At least I didn't think of myself as such. I did study harder than some because I wasn't blessed with a high IQ. The nerd crap came about because I was into computers and electronics in general. I was lucky, I guess, that in my final year of college I developed a gadget that was necessary when the personal computers became popular. Thanks to Bill Gates and windows.

It actually came as a huge surprise that I made so much money. For a while, it came faster than I could think of ways to spend it. I have Kate to thank that I was able to keep any of it. She was an economics major and knew about money.

Kate and I had been dating exclusively for over a year and had talked about marriage. When Kate saw I was spending money like a drunken sailor, she put a stop to it.

It was at her insistence that I set up savings accounts and investment accounts that she managed. After we were married she took complete control of our financial situation. That was fine with me because she had the aptitude and education for it and I had no ability at all in that area.

To make a long story shorter, she doubled our money the first year she had control and continued to double it for several years thereafter. To be honest I didn't know anything about our finances and didn't want to know. Kate gave me spending money and gave me more money if my pocket money wasn't enough.

My needs were simple so I didn't have to ask for much and she never told me no when I did ask. She told me that financially we were in great shape and I inquired no deeper.

Once we were both out of school, we thought about starting a family. It came to a shock to both of us when we discovered Kate could not have children. It threw us for a loop but we recovered and pressed on with our lives.

Kate and I both came from small towns but neither of us wanted to go back to small towns. That was why we decided to settle in Capitol City. We found an older but well maintained house and Kate said we could afford it. Once there we dug in. The house was much too big for the two of us but we liked the old place. I set up a shop in the large basement where I tinkered trying to invent something else of value. Kate got involved in civic clubs.

Kate stoutly maintains she would never become one of the "idle rich". Back then, I never thought of us as rich. I drove a two-year-old SUV and Kate drove a newer mini-van. I never once considered how we paid for the cars, the house, utilities, or anything. I realize now that I was living in a dream world.

My Kate was always a phenomenon to me. I got older and Kate stayed the same as she was when we first met. Of course she had to work at staying fit but I didn't know how hard she worked.

From the third date, Kate and I enjoyed an active sex life. She approached sex with the same enthusiasm as she did everything. After we were married, she really became a sex enthusiast. Kate was always more inventive and adventurous than I. Not that I complained. Not at all. I loved it that she was the leader in the bedroom as well as most other areas of our life.

Kate wanted to try oral sex on me even before we were married and she became quite good at it. I didn't have a good frame of reference but I knew she became an expert at giving head. She developed me into a great muff-diver as she called it. Kate was an avid reader and she studied all the sex manuals so she was our resident expert.

By midway through our first year, we had done everything that two people of the opposite sex can do to one another. We both discovered there was nothing we didn't like and most things we loved.

It was Kate who showed me the difference in making love and fucking. I'll admit the mechanics are similar but there is a subtle difference. I loved doing both.

One day after twelve years of marriage, I came into the living room and saw my Kate looking pensive. I ask her what was wrong.

"One of my clubs has started a campaign to stop the sale of pornography and to close all the triple X movies houses in town," she said after I coaxed her to tell.

"Okay, what's the problem?" I asked.

"I don't know enough about the subject to get involved. Do we have any porn?" I told her the closest we had were some nudies photos I had taken of her. She apparently didn't think that was as funny as I had. She gave me some money and instructed me to go buy some pornography.

I did as she told me but first I went to the Internet to research the subject. I spent an hour following one link after another. I was fairly sure we would be opposed to child pornography, any porn that was not voluntary and things that depicted sex with animals. We would be against bestiality simply because one participant wouldn't be able to consent.

Armed with some knowledge of the subject I sat out to buy some. I remembered seeing a lot of adult bookstores that claimed to have adult movies on the same street as my electronic supply wholesaler. Since I had no preference I went in the first one I came to.

The sales clerk was an older woman who was wearing a bright red wig. I knew it was a wig because it was slightly askew and her gray hair was visible. I explained to the elderly woman that I was there to buy some pornography.

"You mean triple X-rated movies, dear," she said. "We don't call it porn. Do you want good stuff or not?" When I told her I didn't know, she explained that good stuff were movies that were professionally made. There was a plot and better actors. That proved to be untrue. The actors were not very good and if there was a plot, I couldn't find it. But that knowledge came later.

"I think a mixture would be the thing," I told her and she went down one aisle and up the next one until she had an armload of disks. While she gathered up the movies, I picked up some magazines and a few paperback books.

At the checkout I discovered Kate hadn't gave me enough money but I had a few hundred hid back in my wallet so I paid the difference.

As with everything Kate undertakes she dove into the movies with gusto almost as soon as I got home with them.

After dinner that night we took some disks to our bedroom to watch in bed. That proved to be interesting because after about twenty minutes of watching some blonde woman getting fucked by two men, Kate and I stopped watching the movie and went at each other like a couple of wild animals.

Over the next several days and nights Kate categorized the disks into three stacks. One she called "Hot as the hinges of hell", the second she labeled "Okay" and the third she called "Are you kidding me?" I called then Hot, Okay, and Crap. I noticed that the movies the clerk called good stuff usually made it to the "Crap" pile.

"I think I know something about it now," Kate announced one afternoon. "One thing I know is that it's subjective. For example you like some things I don't and vice versa. The only thing we really agree on is they can't act for shit and there is very little plot to any of them."

"No, we agreed that the movies with group sex was hot," I said. "We both enjoyed watching threesomes and that one with the gang-bang."

"I'll grant you that," Kate said making a note on her paper. "But even there we have some differences. You liked the ones with two women and one man and I preferred two men and one woman. As I said, it's all subjective."

While we watched all the movies, at least once, I also did some more research on the Internet. As I suspected Kate and I agreed about child porn and animal porn. We would have no trouble getting rid of that sort. We also agreed that children should not be exposed to watching porn. We believed it was strictly for adults.

"How will your club make any difference in porn we like and porn we don't care for?" I asked Kate.

"I don't think they plan to make any difference in any of it," Kate said. "They have decided they don't like it so therefore no one should be allowed to watch any of it."

"That's a rather narrow-minded view," I said.

"It is but it doesn't make much difference," Kate said. "I checked the local ordinances and the state law and it's legal to sell porn in this state. My club can raise hell if they want to do so but it will make no difference. They only thing we can do is contact our lawmakers and get the law changed. Not much chance of that happening." I thought it strange that Kate seemed pleased with the fact her club was helpless.

Kate's continuing research into the wild and wonderful world of porn was evident throughout our house. Adult movies were in the bedroom, the living room, and the den wherever we had televisions. Adult magazines and paperback books were scattered all over the place. She, with my able assistance, continued the research long after she determined her civic club was going nowhere with the protest.

One morning I checked my e-mail and was surprised to find mail from Max P. Carter. Max, I discovered a long time ago was short for nothing. His mother simply liked the name Max. I have no idea what the P stood for. Max had been my closet friend all through college. I guess it's true that opposites attract because Max and I had nothing in common. He was an athlete, a Georgia redneck, and not a scholar. He barely made passing grades. He made no bones about it. He was at college only to play football and then go on to the professionals. He minored in beer drinking and women.

In fact, it was Max who introduced me to Kate. He and Kate dated some before I swooped in and stole her away.

Max was drafted by the pros and he was one of the all-time best linebackers. He loved to get physical and if he managed to hurt someone all the better. He was MVP several times in his career. Then two years ago he was gone from the game. I never knew exactly why but there were rumors of some kind of sex scandal. I felt so bad for Max because I knew how much he loved the game.

Over the years we got the occasional letter, then e-mails, and sometimes a Christmas card from Max. During the last year I hadn't heard from him at all so getting that e-mail from him was a welcome surprise. The content was an even bigger surprise. I went upstairs to tell Kate the news.

"Kate, guess who's coming to town?" I shouted.

"Okay, but the list is rather long but I'll start guessing if you insist."

"Max wrote me and said he's coming to Capitol City and wanted to see us," I said not waiting for her to start guessing.

"That is good news," Kate said. "When did he say he would be here?"

"Well, he didn't actually say when. Just that he would be here soon."

"Typical Max," Kate said and laughed. "He probably doesn't even know himself. It will be good to see him again, won't it?"

You know how you "know" something but you don't actually know it? I was that way about Kate and Max. I had always been sure that Max and Kate had sex but I had never asked and they had never said anything about it. Fear? Maybe it was or maybe...no, I guess fear covers it.

Since watching hundreds of hours of porn, Kate and I had opened our conversation style somewhat. I thought it was time I knew things so I decided to ask her about Max and her. I did that night while we were getting ready for bed.

"So," I said. "Did you and Max make love?" I had not intended to be so blunt. It just came out that way.

"Make love?" Kate said. "No, I doubt that Max even knows how to make love. Was that the question you really wanted to ask, Howie?" It wasn't but I wasn't sure by then if I wanted to know. I had remained in ignorance for twelve plus years so why did I need to know now? I remained silent hoping the conversation would go away.

"If you meant did Max and I fuck then the answer is yes we did," Kate continued as if I had probed deeper. "I arrived on campus determined to be a good girl. I guess maybe I tried but it didn't work out like that. I met Max at a freshman social event. He wasn't a freshman but no one was checking the door. He homed in on me like I was some kind of target in his sights. He glared at some of the boys around me until they left us. I asked him if he would like to dance. Are you sure you want to hear this story, Howie?"

The truth was I didn't at first, but then I did. I told her to go on with the telling.