Revolt of the Nerd

Call it Karma, divine intervention, or maybe a series of errors coming together, but that is how the revolt of the nerd took place. My name is Matt Davis. My friend Ben and I are just kind, gentle, highly intelligent men who happen to be married to two intelligent career minded women. All four of us work for Jeffers insurance company based in Chicago.

I work in the IT department maintaining the computer system at corporate in Chicago and its branches in the Midwest. I was hired right out of college in 1996. My job requires some travel to the branch offices for onsite software upgrades or major hardware replacement.

I met Brenda at the university where I was finishing my masters and working part time in the computer lab as an assistant and tutor. She kept showing up asking for help with her classes. I didn't mind. She was a petite beauty with brown hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a perfectly shaped figure. One evening she invited me to coffee as a thank you for all the help. For the first time in my life I found an intelligent woman who made me feel comfortable talking to her. We began sharing coffee and conversation quite frequently during the week. One evening she informed me I was taking her out to Chili's on Saturday night. She had tried flirting and subtle suggestions for me to get the hint. Now I could either take her out or forget seeing her again.

We continued to meet for coffee or dinner for the rest of the year. During that time I never saw her date anyone else. When I asked her about it, she said she had found the one she wanted. She just had to wait again until he figured it out and decided to do something about it. I may be slow in the romance department but I caught that hint. It was the first time I took her home and we made love. I was a virgin at the time, but Brenda was patient and took the time to explain what to do to make her feel good. We started spending every weekend at my place. I was a good student for Brenda and caught on fast. I no time at all I could keep her very happy all weekend. We continued as a couple even after I graduated the following year. That's when I landed the job in Chicago. We would talk on the phone during the week and I would drive to Champaign a couple of weekends every month. After a year of this I asked her if she would rather just date other men at college rather than be with me. She said she only had one year left and I was still the one she wanted. It would help however if I would propose to her now and we could be married when she graduated. I always like her practical ideas, so that is what I did that following weekend. We were married the week after she graduated.

Brenda was hired in the marketing department at the Jeffers Insurance. Her job required occasional travel to the branch offices to explain a new product rollout or a new twist on an old product line.

Brenda's close friend Marcie hired on in the legal department. Her husband Ben, a CPA, was hired in accounting. The two women had been friends since freshman year at college. Ben and Marcie bought a townhouse about five blocks from ours.

Another college friend, June, hired on about a year later. June's husband Jerry was in sales for a supply company and covered the Midwest district.

Life was good for us. The pay was good. We both received nice raises and bonuses. We lived in my townhouse and had 2 nice cars. We took a great vacation together every year. Brenda now had old friends around to enjoy the good life with.

The one thing I didn't like in our life was the lack of children. When I bought the townhouse before we were married, I picked a four bedroom model with the idea of a family. When I would bring the idea up to Brenda, she would just smile and tell me the time was not right in our lives yet. Maybe in a year or two we would be in positions where we wouldn't have to travel and then we could devote our time together to raising a family. She always had the practical answer.

The revolt started one Saturday when I was finishing up my report for the upgrade work I finished in Detroit on Friday. My printer ran out of ink while I was making a hard copy of the report. Like every Saturday, Brenda and Marcie were at the Spa so I couldn't ask where she kept the spare cartridge in her home office. While I was searching through the drawers I found a couple of interesting things beside the cartridge I needed. One was a standard investment account statement in Brenda's name only at Fidelity. It showed an electronic transfer from our joint checking every month for the last quarter. The current balance was now about $200,000. We discussed our finances every month and this account was never mentioned.

The other item was an old leather bound journal with The Sisterhood engraved on the cover. Inside were handwritten entries dating back to the late 60s. I knew Marcie, June, and Brenda belonged to an organization in college called the Sisterhood. The three went to the annual reunion every year.

The book listed every member since 1968. After every woman's name was where she currently lived, who she worked for and position attained, marital status with spouses name and place of employment , children with date of birth, plus current email address and a home and work number. Everything seemed to be kept very up to date. I found Marcie, June, and Brenda listed in 1998 along with 3 other woman. I decided to copy the book on the scanner in my basement office while my report finished printing. After I returned the journal I decided to check Brenda's computer for any more info on the Sisterhood and our financial accounts.

Since nothing was password protected, Brenda evidently didn't expect me to check in her computer. Inside was the email list for every woman in the Sisterhood plus a list of the current officers. I found out Brenda is the Historian until reelection in 2010. Email from members of the Sisterhood to Brenda kept her informed of changes in members lives for the book. It also included a reminder to make room reservations for the annual reunion for the 3rd weekend in August. Brenda told me the reunion was for the week. Brenda and her friends always booked a 2 bedroom suite with 2 queen beds in each room at the Hyatt.

The Quicken files showed money being transferred to the Fidelity account every month for over the last 8 years. Also contributions to my retirement account had been stopped last month with that money now going into the Fidelity account. I decided to copy email info and the quicken data onto a flash drive. I closed down Brenda's computer and put everything back where I found it.

I sat in my basement office looking at the copied Sisterhood journal. The women had some impressive positions in many fields. The beginning women were holding some very powerful positions in large and midsized corporations. They also had solid family lives, with divorce almost nonexistent. The daughters of these women became future Sisters in almost every instance. They seemed to concentrate on careers with future networking possibilities. The more I viewed, the more impressed I became with what these women had achieved. They had created a female version of "The Men's Club". They were climbing the corporate ladder and aiding younger "sisters" in getting a start.

I noticed things started to change in 1993. The family life of the women seemed to disintegrate. Out of 6 sisters, only three had a solid family life with children. The other three were divorced with no children. The oddity besides the lack of children was the fact the divorces happened after 9-10 years of marriage. The results were roughly the same for 1994-1997. One name I recognized was Jim Thompson. He worked for Jeffers insurance in Detroit. I just saw him on Friday.

I logged into the company directory and looked up Jim's home and cell phone numbers. Jim was the building supervisor for the Detroit branch so he should be reachable 24/7.

I called, Jim picked up by the third ring. "Hey Jim, it's Matt Davis. How you doing?"

"As good as can be expected" Jim said," What's the reason for the weekend call? I thought you finished up here Friday?"

"I did. I was looking at a journal I found today; it showed Amy as divorced. When I asked about her a few months ago you said everything was great. You and Amy were talking about starting a family. What happened Jim?"

"I really still don't know Matt. One month were talking about starting a family, and two months later I come home from a fishing trip and find myself locked out of my own condo and some guy waiting to serve me divorce papers. It was like Amy had planned this for quite a while. She even talked me into taking the trip with two other college buddies. The same thing happened to them upon returning. Almost like a conspiracy."

"Jim, did the other 2 guys graduate with you and Amy in96?" I asked.

"Ray did," Jim said,"But Tom graduated a year ahead of us. Why do you ask?"

"One second Jim," I replied, "Here it is. Was Ray married to Marie and Tom married to Beth?"

"Yes. That's their former wives. Why do you ask? You're starting to freak me out here Matt "

"They are all listed in the book I found today Jim. Seems all of our wives are members of an organization called the Sisterhood," I stated. "What I found interesting is that the divorce rate of the Sisterhood was almost nonexistent from its creation in 1968 to about 2002. Then it suddenly jumped to 50% from 2003 to now. The divorces are all after about 10 years of marriage. Another question Jim, did Amy handle all the finances for the family? Do you know if Ray and Tom's wives did also?

"Amy, Marie, and Beth belonged," Jim responded as I could detect a trace of anger in his voice as he remembered his ex. "They went to a weeklong reunion once a year."

"Amy took care of our finances. I can contact Ray and Tom. Give me a call on my cell about Tuesday and I will see what I can find out for you. From what your speculating the women in this organization are some cold hearted plotting bitches."

"Take care Jim, I hope I'm wrong on this one but it's not looking good."

I went over to the Spy Guys shop on Devon Avenue and picked up a few thinks I would need.

I placed audio wireless bugs in the living room, kitchen and Brenda's office. I placed an inline tap on the phone line also. I placed all the remote recorders in the basement under my workbench. I placed a wireless bug in Brenda's car with the recorder in the truck behind the spare tire.

The rest of the weekend was our normal weekend. Brenda and I went out for dinner and dancing. We returned home for a night of hot sex followed by gentle loving Sunday morning.

My call Tuesday to Jim confirmed my worst suspicion. They all had been married about 10 years. Their wives handled the family finances. Money was moved out of the joint accounts months in advance of the divorce papers being served.

.Everything was quiet and normal for a month. On checking the recorder in Brenda's car, I found a very interesting conversation with June and Marcie. They must have gone out for lunch. They were excited about the guys coming over in a week. Brenda said the guys would be over about 7:00 the Tuesday Matt leaves. She said they would find some work to keep Ben tied up in Springfield until at least Thursday.

Guys!! What guys! Who are these guys? I listened to the recording again becoming even more agitated than I already was. I took a long walk in the park trying to analyze what I heard rationally. After convincing myself to Brenda's probable adultery, I mentally made my list for the coming days.

Seeing Brenda as I entered the house and remembering her excited voice about the guys caused me to grimace as my stomach tightened like I had been punched. Brenda asked me what was wrong as I ran for the bathroom and vomited in the toilet. I looked pale like death warmed over as I washed out my mouth and wiped my face. As I walked out of the bathroom and slowly climbed the stairs, I mumbled something about flu to Brenda as I headed for the guest room. As I rested on the bed with my eyes closed, Brenda came in the room for a moment before continuing to her office. I could hear her talking to someone but couldn't make out the words. It was a rough sleep as I had visions of Brenda with other men as I stood outside looking in. She would look at me and smile as she talked to her lover, Then she would break out in laughter and point toward me. The men would look toward me and chuckle as they each fucked her. I woke up trembling in a cold sweat hoping morning would soon come. I must have really looked sick when Brenda saw me in the morning. She told me to stay in bed and call her if I felt worse. She would check back with me at lunch

I showered and dressed as soon as I heard her car leave. I listened to Brenda's conversation last night as I drank my coffee. She had talked to Marcie about my sudden illness. She was hoping it would clear up before next week.

I called divorce attorney Janet Lawson at 9:00. She wanted to see me next week until I said I had a Sisterhood problem. Janet said she was ready to listen. I explained what I had discovered so far and what I had recorded. I said I needed someone to wire my house for video surveillance today while Brenda was at work. She asked for my name and address, then told me to call back in 15 minutes.

When I called back, she assured me a team would arrive within the hour. Janet also wanted to see me at her office on Saturday.

I went up to Brenda's room. I figured she was clever enough to have a way of separating the rogue from the regular list of sisters. Not finding a list hiding anywhere, I checked on the computer. I noticed the sisters were in an excel format. I printed out Janet's card and compared it to Marcie and Brenda. The only difference was between the email address and the line for the home phone number was the word "OK".

I tried for a batching of cards with line 22 equals OK. I got 30 hits. I printed that out. Then I added the occupation with Line 14 equals Jeffers Insurance. I got 10 hits. I printed out that list. I think I just hit the gold mine. I closed down Brenda's computer and returned to my basement office. I matched the names to the copy of the Sisterhood journal. All thirty names became sisters between 1992 and now. Of the rogue sisters between 1992 and 97, every one of them was divorced. The names in the Journal for the same time span but not on my list had one divorce. I had discovered the rogue list.

I sat at the kitchen table scanning between the list and the journal looking for an inconsistency when the doorbell rang. Three men in blue jumpsuits came in and identified themselves. I explained what I had installed already and what I suspected would happen when I was out of town next week. I showed them the rooms and where I had the recorders in the basement. Due to the length of time I would be away, they went with wireless mini cameras that were motion activated. They would snap a picture every 2 minutes. We would have plenty of space on the recorders for my trip. The recorders were on a timer set to start on Tuesday and end on Friday. The men had the cameras hidden and tested to the recorders in two hours. I watched a little TV until Brenda called around noon. I said I was feeling better but would rest and go to work tomorrow. She sounded relieved to hear that.

Saturday, Brenda and Marcie went to the spa. I went to Janet Lawson's office.

Ms. Lawson viewed me cautiously until I showed her a copy of the Sisterhood Journal and the list I printed out. I explained what I had discovered about Brenda and her friends being part of some faction of the sisterhood. I showed her the pattern how suddenly select Sisters from my list started getting divorces in 2003. The couples were married about 10 years and there were no children involved. It was almost as if the Sisters married the men to gain wealth. I told her about my conversation with Jim. How the husbands had no reason to believe the marriage was in trouble and then suddenly being locked out of the house and served papers.

Then I explained my own problem. I told Janet I thought Brenda planned on divorcing me sometime this year. I explained about Brenda's secret account and the changes to my retirement account.

Janet listened quietly until I finished. She asked me what I wanted to do. I told her I was going to divorce Brenda charging her with adultery if my suspicions are correct about this coming week. I wanted her to leave with only what she earned. I bought the townhouse before we were married and didn't plan on giving her the house or half its value. I told her that unless we are rushed I wanted my wife served on the Thursday morning before the Sisterhood Reunion. That would give me time to separate our finances and gather any more information.

I told Janet she would definitely find the rogue faction on the 11th floor of the Hyatt between Monday and Sunday on the 3rd week of August. I explained how Brenda and her friends always went for the whole week and always rented a suite on the 11th floor of the Hyatt. I said Jim confirmed the same thing about Amy and her friends. I figure the other rogues will do the same thing. She said she would have that theory quietly checked out.

Tuesday morning I drove to Midway airport then flew out to Cleveland. I had 3 days worth of software and hardware changes. I finished up Thursday night and returned to Chicago by noon Friday. I contacted the PI on my way home. He met me at the house and changed out the recorder discs. Photo prints would be at Janet's office by Saturday morning.

Friday evening Brenda moved around the house like she was sore and acted different during dinner. We talked about her week. If she didn't mind, I told her I was tired from the trip and going to bed. Brenda said she would clean up the kitchen, then watch a little TV before coming to bed. She kissed me on the cheek as I started upstairs. I showered quickly and went to bed. I could hear Brenda talking to someone on the phone. She hung up when she realized the shower wasn't running.

Saturday Marcie picked up Brenda for the Spa. Before I went to Janet's office I followed Marcie. She traveled about 3 miles and turned into an upscale development where she parked in front of a brick townhouse. Brenda and Marcie went to the front door and knocked. Duncan Hill answered the door and let them in. I parked down the street writing down the address when Quinn pulled up across the street and went into the townhouse. I waited 15 minutes; when no one else arrived I continued over to Janet's office to pick up the copy of the PI's photos. I told her what I had observed before coming to her office.

I looked at the photos Janet handed me. Brenda, Marcie, and June seemed to be enjoying themselves taking care of Quinn Johnson, Frank Robe, Ralph Stone, and Duncan Hill. It looked like they had an orgy in the living room on Tuesday as they tried every combination imaginable. Marcie and Brenda spent the night together in the master bedroom. The next night they split up and used the bedrooms. In the first quest room Marcie was fucking Frank Robe Cowgirl. June was on her back in the other quest room with Ralph Stone's head buried between her legs as she arched her back and screamed. Brenda was being double teamed on our bed. Duncan had his cock in her mouth while Quinn was fucking her doggie style. Then the men would stop and switch. The next photo showed Brenda on her back, her legs up and apart as Duncan fucked her. Then Quinn took his place and fucked her fast. Then both men picked up their clothes and left. Brenda laid there for about 15 minutes trembling as cum leaked out of her unto the bed.

Janet smiled as I identified each man in the photos as upper management for Jeffers Insurance and what his title was. She said the divorce just got costly for the insurance company. Janet reminded me to start putting my financial affairs in order because I only had a month to go.