Once again I must thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement. Without those two wonderful people I don't think I would still be posting. As always I must also add that I can't leave a story alone. I could well have added some cock-ups after they have seen it and before it gets posted. Well we must keep the GPs happy.
The alarm function on my phone went off at 8 AM and that galvanised me into action. I jumped out of bed, ran downstairs to put the kettle on, then back up again, to have a quick shower. I was expecting the shit to hit the fan just after nine so I wanted to be ready.
My wife Joanne was still sound asleep. We had not arrived home until four in the morning after dropping our youngest daughter Michelle off at university. Why Joanne should be so tired that she was sleeping in, I couldn't fathom as I had just done all the driving on the five hundred-mile round trip whilst she slept most of the way. Joanne and I had been married for almost twenty-five years. We had three wonderful children, whom I am very proud of; as they had all made it to university. The oldest, Estelle, had graduated last year and was now, in theory, backpacking around the world. David was about to start his final year at Oxford and finally there was Michelle whom we had just ferried up to Newcastle.
Having had my shower, I rushed back down, made some coffee and took it back to the bedroom.
"Here ya go. Coffee, sleepy head."
"God, what time is it?"
"Almost nine, time you shook a leg"
"Why, we've nothing on for today?" she said as she pulled herself into a sitting position so she could drink her coffee.
I, in the mean time, slapped two suitcases on the bed and began to put my clothes in them. Joanne watched me for a few moments before her curiosity got the better of her.
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing, my love? Let me give you a hint. I'm taking my clothes out of my wardrobe and dresser and putting them into these suitcases. I would call that packing. Wouldn't you?"
"Why are you packing? Are you going somewhere?"
"Well, I would have thought that was obvious!"
"Why! You sit there and say! You don't know why?"
"No, I don't know why?"
Joanne had gone very pale. She had taken me for a fool for many years and did not suspect that I had any idea of what she had been up to behind my back.
"Joanne, what do I do for a living?"
"You run a security company and look after people's security for them, I suppose? I don't really know. You travel around meeting people a lot but you never talk to me about your work so I'm not sure."
"Wouldn't it be more honest of you to say you've never cared what I do. Providing you have had the money to spend, you have never showed the slightest interest in how I acquired it. For all you know, I could be a bank robber!"
"Don't be silly. When we got married you told me you worked for a big security firm! Then you started your own company. I know you work long hours but you have never told me what you do."
"Yes, Joanne I do run a security company. When any of our friends or acquaintances asks, I tend to be a bit vague with them. But what I really run is a detective agency! I've twenty freelance detectives who work for me. They all specialise in different fields. Some work on company fraud and do background checks on prospective employees. Some work with security of computers and some work on what we like to term domestics."
Joanne had suddenly turned very pale and I think I saw her stomach give a couple of lurches.
"Are you feeling alright, Joanne? If you're going to be sick, please make sure you do not make a mess on my clothes. Would you like me to get you a bowl?"
"Don't be stupid. I'm not going to be sick. But I don't know what your job has got to do with your packing? Are you going on a trip that you haven't told me about?"
I went over to the dresser where my laptop was lying; lifted the screen and hit the touch pad key. The screen flashed into life with a picture of Joanne on her knees naked with an arsehole's cock jammed down her throat. The prick's moans of pleasure came out of the speakers
"Well, I was bloody sick! The first time I saw film of you behaving like that!"
Joanne was quick, and she went straight on the attack.
"What did you expect! You haven't made love to me in years. I had to find satisfaction somewhere. Just because you've lost interest in having sex with me, did you think I should give up sex as well?"
"Joanne, I stopped making love to you when I found out you were having threesomes with Tony and Greg, the two trainers at the health club. Because they were fucking any slut they could get their hands on, I didn't know what you might catch from them. On the subject of those two, have you heard from Tony lately?"
Joanne didn't reply she just sat there looking at the screen.
"You haven't answered me! Have you heard from Tony lately? No, I don't suppose you have. Well, for your information he was admitted to an A.I.D.S. clinic last month. If I were you, I would go and have some tests done."
Joanne was openly crying now.
"You bastard, you knew and said nothing."
"Nothing about what? Nothing about you fucking any guy that takes your fancy. Or nothing about Tony having A.I.D.S. I honestly don't know how long he has been infected. As you haven't fucked him for about three years you most likely are safe. But that doesn't mean you haven't picked up something from one of the other arseholes you've been screwing."
"Why didn't you say something? If you had said something when you found out about Tony and Greg, I would have stopped fooling around."
.... There is more of this story ...