Home Business

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"What do you think baby?" Scott asked when they had both finished reading.

Brooke didn't answer right away because she still didn't know how she felt about her husband watching a woman, in a hotel room in Seattle, screw two black men and then eagerly anticipate a third. She didn't know how she felt about her husband, of nearly twenty years, talking with Ray about a business in which she was sure she would have to be more involved than Scott had, thus far, explained. She really didn't know how she felt about those people who owned, operated and performed--if performed is the correct word--and those who visited those sites, especially those who paid to visit those sites. The last two hours had been overwhelming and confusing.

"What do you think baby?" Scott asked again.

"Scott, what do you expect of me?" She locked onto his eyes with hers. "Do you want me to help you with the billing, maintenance of the site, what do you want me to do?"

"Well, I mean . . . you saw Anne, Ray's wife. And then you saw Cherie, Jon David's wife. Let's see oh yeah, Jackie who is married to Jason and Nina, Tom's wife. I didn't catch the name of Cathy's husband or Anny's, if they were even mentioned, but both did say that they were housewives . . . "

"And?" She interrupted.

"Well, Ray said that content was the most important thing. The videos, the still shots. How would you feel about providing the content for our site?"

There it was. He had asked her in a round about way if she would fuck guys while she was being videotaped and photographed and then let him post the results of her intimate activities on the net for the world to see.

"I'll tell you how I feel about your idea," she said icily. "I think it's a lousy idea. I think it's absurd. I think you must have lost your mind."

"Don't hold back Brooke, tell me how you really feel," he said trying to add levity to their conversation.

"Scott, I can't really believe that you'd want me to do something like that. I'm, very obviously, not like those women." She stood up, put her hands on her hips and then said, "also, I want you to know that I'm not very happy about you watching that . . . that woman in Seattle . . . "

"Come on Brooke, you know her name is Anne."

"Anyway, I can't believe that you'd watch that woman screw those men. And, I can't believe that you seriously considered what that Ray guy proposed without even talking with me about it first. He must think I'm some kind of a whore. Now that I think about it, those women are whores. They're selling sex."

"Of course they're not whores. Men aren't paying them for sex . . . for having sex with them, I should say."

"Scott, you're just trying to justify everything. If you love me and respect me, then you couldn't possibly be serious about us operating a site like your new friend's site."

"Look Brooke. They had just told me that I wouldn't get the job at Boeing. Ray seemed like a nice guy and we started talking. I'm not going to apologize for being very interested in how he made a terrific living without working too hard. Obviously, we have to do something very soon and I thought this might just be the ticket for us."

Brooke turned away, looked down and said, "maybe if you could figure out how to make it work without involving me, I could support that. You know I'm not a prude. I don't really care what people want to see or do so long as it doesn't involve Cindy, you or me."

"I know, I'm sorry I brought it up," said Scott, dejectedly. "However, I thought you enjoyed watching Anne's video and seeing her photos."

"Don't get me wrong, honey," said Brooke. "I'm only human and, you're right, I did get turned on by them. I thought they were very hot. I'd never seen anything like it. But, watching is one thing Scott, doing what Anne and the other women did is another matter. Can't you see that?" She seemed to be pleading for his understanding.

"Look baby, let's just forget this, okay? Like I said, I regret ever bringing it up."

Although nothing more was said that evening about the websites and the home business that Ray had proposed, neither of them could forget what they had seen. The seed had been planted.

That night in bed, their love making was more torrid than ever. In the missionary position, Scott looked down at his beautiful wife. She was biting her lip, tossing her head from side to side in the throes of an intense orgasm that seemed to go on and on. He could feel her pussy walls clinging to his throbbing cock as if she were trying to suck it in farther and farther. He couldn't help but wonder what she would look like if the cock plunging inside her body were not his, if it were much larger and very black.

Try as she might, Brooke couldn't get the images--that seemed to be seared indelibly into her brain--out of her thoughts. She hadn't told Scott the exact truth about her feelings as she watched Anne in the video. She had been more than merely hot, what she saw had inflamed her. It had been difficult not to reach between her legs and touch herself or squirm uncontrollably on her husband's leg as she watched the blonde pleasured by a parade of huge, hard black penises. Scott's cock fit her perfectly. He knew just which buttons to push and he was pushing each perfectly as they moved in a familiar rhythm that had evolved over their years together. Nonetheless, she couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to be under one of Anne's black lovers as he plunged in and out of her body.

Chapter 4

During the next two days, neither of them talked about the home business that Ray had discussed with Scott. Brooke seemed to be her old self. She was enthusiastic and confident in Scott's abilities. Scott went back to the routine that had been his life since his termination and before his trip to Seattle. Most of every day was spent on the computer, reading trade journals on line and looking for any job in his field. He had, long ago, lowered his expectations and was now expanding his job search geographically, by line of work and even his previous salary requirements.

There was one change, however, in their relationship. They had made love more in the past two days than during any two-day period he could remember, including their honeymoon. Brooke seemed insatiable and she was exhausting him.

On the third day after he returned home from Seattle, he saw that he had an e-mail from Raywest@XXX.com. He quickly opened it and read the following:

Hi Buddy: The rest of the shoot went great. I'll have one of the videos, and a still set, up on the site in a couple of days. Take a look and tell me what you think.

I've been busy. You now have a third party pay partner. My cut will come out automatically. I've also made all of the arrangements for your site. I can even pay for the name registration and add it to the first payment if you want. Just let me know. Open the attachment to this e-mail for further details. If you have any trouble, I'll help walk you through it. Also, we will need to come up with a name as soon as possible. I've been thinking about it, hope you don't find it presumptuous but what's your opinion of the following?

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I really think that there's a lot of marketing potential. here. We can start teasing on our site, and several others that we link with, just as soon as you give me the word. We would say something like: "Brooke's cumming," "Brookes cumming in two weeks, etc." You get the idea.

I've also talked with several of our contacts in Seattle, San Francisco and Los Angeles. With just twenty-four hour notice, we can arrange the initial shoot. The phone numbers are in the attachment as well as the phone numbers of photographers in each city. Or, I can make the arrangements for you. Suit yourself.

Speaking of Brooke, what does she think of the idea? Let me hear from you.

Scott read Ray's e-mail twice before clicking on "compose" and writing the following:

Dear Ray: Thanks for taking the time to make all of the arrangements. However, I think your efforts may be in vain. Brooke shot down the idea and it crashed in flames. I think that there's zero chance of her coming around, even though we spent a total of two hours at your site and the others that you recommended.

I also want to thank you for the wonderful meal in Seattle.

Hope things continue to go well for you. Obviously, you've given this a great deal of thought and you know what you're doing. Sorry things didn't work out.

Scott.

An hour later he received the following message from Ray:

Scott: Call me on my cell, ASAP.

Ray answered on the first ring. "Hey buddy, don't be discouraged. I'd be shocked if someone like Brooke instantly took to such and extreme idea.

"You don't know Brooke, when she makes up her mind, that's it," said Scott.

"You're right my friend, I don't know Brooke but I do know women. Think about it. You said that she watched our site and the others for a couple of hours. That's really something, if you ask me. Hell, if she didn't run out instantly, then there's more than a spark of interest on her part. Be patient, we can make this happen if it's something that you want to happen. Is it?" Ray asked.

"Yes, but it's not up to me, it's up to her."

"In a way, it is up to you. Nothing worthwhile just happens by itself, you have to make it happen, you have to have a plan, " said Ray.

"Well, I explained the money, the travel, that we could do it from home," Scott said. "She accepted all of that, it's the intimate involvement . . . what would be expected of her that turned her off."

"Not surprising man, not surprising. If she liked what she saw, then you must be getting more pussy than ever before." Ray laughed then asked. " Am I right?"

Scott was surprised. Ray had called it perfectly. "She's wearing me out, man."

"That's what I thought, that's what I thought," Ray said excitedly. "Okay, here's what we do. Don't mention anything more about it to her. She'll bring it up in a few days, that I can promise. When she does, show her the two e-mails, the one from me and your answer. Don't tell her about this call though."

"I'll print out the e-mails now and slip them in a folder," Scott said.

"Couple of more things. Go to the mall with her. Tell her how much you like dresses, not jeans and slacks but skimpy dresses with mini skirts, that is if she's got great legs."

"Her legs are fabulous."

"Cool man. Then, tell her that you really hate bras and panties. Point out the women that you find attractive, especially if they're obviously braless and you can't see a panty-line. Also, try to get her to wear high heels all the time, the higher the better, the skimpier the better."

"She loves shoes. I don't think that will be a problem. Anything else?"

"Yeah, talk with her when you're fucking. Tell her how hot Anne's site and the others made you. Tell her how beautiful she is, how much you love her . . . that you'd do anything for her. Let her know that you're really worried about the future. Hell, man you know what I mean."

"I can do that," said Scott.

"What about birth control?" Asked Ray.

"I got cut when we knew that we didn't want more kids."

"Then she'll just have to go on the pill. The sooner the better," added Ray.

"What about condoms?" Scott asked.

"Our members, and I'm sure the members of all the other sites, love wet sex. The wetter the better. Nah, condoms are the exception. Will that be a problem?"

Scott remembered how much she hated rubbers when he wore them before his vasectomy. As a matter of fact, it was her idea that he get fixed. "No, if we can get over the basic hurdle I don't think that would be an issue."

"Okay. Let's see, I jotted down some things so that I didn't forget them when we talked. Oh, yeah. You know I'm putting my ass out on a limb for you guys' . . . "

"I know, that's obvious . . . "

"Anyway, you say that Brooke is really beautiful, and I'm sure she is, but I have to see for myself. Can you take some photos and e-mail them to me?"

"I guess I can. We have a digital camera. She likes to pose . . . "

"Scott, I'm not talking about Sunday School pictures. If we're really going to try to make this happen, then we need some hot nudes of her. Fuck man, if she won't even pose for nudes for her own husband, then maybe you're right, maybe we should just forget everything."

Scott remembered that when they bought their first Polaroid camera, she let him take some cheesecake shots. "I think she'll cooperate, however, I don't think she'd be happy if she knew that I would e-mail her photos to you or anyone else."

"I won't do anything with them unless she agrees to go forward. If she does, then we can use them as teasers. I could use a dozen shots. She'd have to look shy, demure. Maybe the first shot a head shot with bare shoulders. Make sure she always looks away from the camera or looks down. Then a full nude but with her covering her boobs with her arm and her other hand over her pussy. If you can progress to a final shot, a bare beaver shot showing pink, if you know what I mean . . . "

"I know what you mean."

"In that shot," continued Ray, "see if she can hold her pussy open with her left hand. Make sure it's a closeup with her rings prominent. You know Scott, if she's as beautiful as you say and she's really never been with anyone else, this could be huge. We could promote her first time with another man, with other men, in advance. I don't think that's ever been done before. Not only would we capture the first time on video and stills but maybe even on a live webcam. If it works like I think it might, your site could be an instant success."

"I still think it will be a challenge . . . I doubt that she'll do it," said Scott.

"We'll see, we'll see. I won't bet you because I don't want to take your money. Oh, I want to take my percentage of your business all right, I just don't want to take your wager." Then Ray laughed.

"I hope you're right," said Scott.

"If she doesn't come around on her own, then I'll have Anne give her a call. If that doesn't work, then hell, I'll fly out there myself and do my very best to talk her into it. I'm not a bad salesman, if I say so myself."

"I'm sure you are a great salesman, Ray. You've sold me. Look, I'll do my part here. I'll be patient, talk sexy, try to get her to change her wardrobe and share the e-mails with her when she brings up the subject. I'll also do my best to get her to pose for me and take it as far as possible."

"I think you'll be very surprised during the next few days," said Ray before ending the call. Chapter 5

Ray was right in one respect and wrong in another. Scott was, indeed, very surprised as Ray had predicted he would be, but not within days, within hours of their telephone conversation. It was during lunch on the patio when Brooke asked. "Have you heard anything from that man you met in Seattle, what was his name, Oh yeah, Ray?"

Scott almost choked on a fork-full of salad. He had to take a sip of water before answering. "As a matter of fact, he e-mailed me this morning."

Brooke said, "what did he have to say?"

"Oh, he had gone ahead and made a lot of arrangements. Nevertheless, I e-mailed him back immediately, thanked him for his efforts and explained that we wouldn't be able to go foreword." He looked at her, trying to gauge her reaction but he couldn't. "I'll print them out and let you read them."

He left the table, went into the den and waited a few minutes before returning. "Here you are," he said as he handed the two pages to her with Ray's on top and his reply underneath.

Brooke starting reading, then she gasped, brought her hand to her mouth, her eyes widened and she blushed in obvious embarrassment. She glanced at her husband, then quickly looked down and continued reading. When she finished with Ray's e-mail, she read Scott's then handed both pages back to him without saying anything or looking at him.

Scott wasn't about to ask her what she thought and she didn't volunteer how she felt about what she had just read. After they finished lunch and put the dishes in the dishwasher, Scott said, "hey let's go to the mall. I need to take a break from the computer and searching for an elusive job that probably doesn't even exist." He didn't have to wonder if Brooke would be interested, she was always game for a shopping excursion. Neither of them bothered changing clothes. Brooke was wearing jeans and a big comfortable T-shirt over her sensible underwear and sneakers.

Because Ray had been right about Brooke's curiosity, Scott wondered if he might also be right about transforming her wardrobe. Scott made it a point to go only to women's stores, particularly those that catered to the younger, hipper crowd. The only clothes that he commented on were dresses, short dresses, sexy dresses, dresses that revealed the bare shoulders and backs of the mannequins. "That's a great dress," he said, pointing to one in the window. "That would look terrific on you."

"Think so?" Brooke asked. "Want me to try it on?"

When she came out of the dressing room, he chuckled when he saw her white bra straps and sneakers. "Honey. You can't wear a bra with that dress. Take off your bra and shoes and let's see what it looks like."

This time when she came out, there were no white bra straps showing and she was barefoot. Her perfect breasts, obviously, were unrestrained beneath the fabric of the dress. Her perky, pointy nipples poked at the bodice. Anyone who saw her in the dress would know instantly that she wasn't wearing a bra. She stood in front of the three mirrors, stuck several poses and said, "I don't think I'd feel comfortable wearing this."

"Brooke, you look absolutely fabulous," he said. "But, you can see your panty-line, that's sure a distraction."

"I know, but with pantihose it would smooth it out."

"I hate pantihose," Scott reminded her. "Go slip your panties off. Please, for me," he said.

When she came out of the dressing room, she looked beautiful as she walked toward him smiling. "How's this?" she asked as she twirled around, smiled, then posed in front of him with her hands on her hips.

"Perfect, let's get some shoes to match."

When they left the mall two hours later, they were carrying four bags containing two dresses and two pairs of high heels. Without question, Brooke would never have chosen them before. Now this is getting interesting, thought Scott.

That night, it was Brooke who broached the subject of the e-mail from Ray. "Ray said that he would be posting a video and some stills of Anne from the last shoot in Seattle. Do you think he has yet?" She asked.

"Only one way to find out," said Scott.

Ray hadn't posted anything from the last shoot but that didn't stop Brooke and Scott from spending an hour in the den at Anne's site. Scott downloaded another video and then several of the photo sets that they hadn't viewed before. Even though the sun hadn't set yet, it was Brooke who stood up and said, "let's go to bed, honey."

Scott remembered another assignment Ray had given him and said, "before we go to bed, can I take some photos of you in one of your new dresses and shoes?"

Brooke loved having her picture taken. She brushed her hair, put on lipstick, dressed in her new beige dress and shoes then walked into their bedroom. He snapped a couple of her in her dress, then asked. "How about a couple without the dress, sexy?"