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It's the little things that tell you, you have a problem in your marriage. The first clue was the dampness of her hair at the nape of her neck. Usually you're not feeling around back there but I was feeling a little horny as she slipped into bed and as I reached for her my hand slipped behind her head. My other hand pulled her against my semi hard on. That's when I felt it and thought, "What the fuck?" It was damp back there... She'd been out that evening to one of her lengthy, monthly, library board meetings and I was still awake waiting for her, hoping for a little bit of loving. It had been a week since we had sex and while she was gone that evening I'd been reading some of my favorite authors on storiesonline. So now I was more than ready but that feeling of dampness could spell trouble in our marriage.
My wife's name was Mona. She was 28 and not a great looker but she had a fabulous body that more than made up for any lack of facial beauty. I loved her, she was smart, had a good sense of humor and I had thought I could trust her with my life. She was an environmental biologist and worked for the state in its environmental protection department. My name is Jim, I'm 30 and a civil engineer working for a consulting outfit. We made good money between us and a year ago bought our nice, three bedroom bungalow in suburbia. We had met as part of our jobs and hit it off right away. After 6 months of dating and some excellent sex we became engaged and a few months later we were married in church, before God. We had both indicated our personal commitment to fidelity, mutual respect and trust to one another prior to our marriage so I thought we had a good basis to keep our wedding vows to one another. We were about to embark on our planned family with children. Mona had gone off the pill a week prior and this was her most fertile time.
When we moved into our house a year previous Mona had befriended a neighbor who was active in local affairs. Her name was Sally. She was a single divorcee, Mona's age, and they had hit it off, going on shopping expeditions together, movies, etc. I didn't mind as I was more of a stay-at- home person and it gave me an opportunity to read my stories while Mona was out. Sally had gotten Mona onto the local library board that met monthly and for a few months the board meetings were relatively short affairs that only lasted a couple of hours once a month. Suddenly, they became four hours twice a month a couple of months ago and Mona had explained they were trying to implement a new computer system at the library that would be more interactive. With her knowledge of computers she had been asked to work with the head librarian after the meetings to establish criteria for the new system. This all seemed logical to me so I didn't think anything about it. I do remember that after her first lengthy board meeting she had been very jumpy and distracted for a few days. When I asked what the problem was she told me that the head librarian was difficult to work with and needed special handling.
So now, what about my discovery of her damp hair. Dampness back there meant she'd worked up a sweat somehow or she'd had a shower somewhere. Why would she be sweating or why would she need a shower while she was out, supposedly at a meeting? I knew she hadn't had a shower or had time to wash her face in the sink after she got home because I'd been awake waiting for her. A quick smell of her skin told me, soap, and not the bath soap she normally uses. Where in hell would she get a shower? A motel? Suspicions aroused, my cock took a nose dive just as she started pushing back from me.
"Not tonight honey. I'm too tired. It was a long meeting, I'm exhausted and we both have to work tomorrow."
"OK, sweetheart. Have a good night's sleep."
Then she moved over on her side of the bed facing away from me and quickly fell asleep. I thought it was strange she didn't want to get as much loving as possible during her fertile period. However, I remembered she always excused herself from sex after her library meetings as being too tired. This triggered more suspicions. She probably didn't want me to find out how loose her cunt was as she did get very relaxed down there after sex.
We had been talking about starting our family. We'd been married five years and had held off starting a family until we felt comfortable financially with her not working. I'd just received a promotion and we thought that now would be the time to have a baby so she went off the pill a week ago. If she was playing around and we divorced I didn't want to be saddled with a kid that I'd have to pay child support for. I needed to think about what to do. I lay there a long time thinking about my options. First, I'd have to stall on having sex with her. How was I going to do that without raising a stink? God, what a dilemma. If I tried to confront her with only a little dampness as proof that she may have strayed she'd just laugh at me and deny it. I needed more proof and that required more time to get it before we had sex again. Then again, if there was a possibility that her lover got her pregnant tonight she would want to make sure we had sex this weekend to cover it up.
After studying all my options I finally hit on the one that might work. If she did have unprotected sex tonight with him she would be desperate to have sex with me as soon as possible I would have to get away for at least a week or longer to make sure her fertile period was over and the best way to do that was to fake a business trip and see how she reacted. I didn't often travel in my job but when I did I was usually gone for a week or so, so maybe that would fit in with any plan I came up with.
Now what else did I need. Oh yes, who was her lover? How long had it been going on? Where did they meet? If they only met on library board meeting nights it could mean her lover was on the board with her.
I needed to check out a few things so I slipped out of bed and went down stairs and found her purse. This was where a woman kept all her things of value and a good place to start looking for clues. Checking her credit cards I found one in her maiden name, Mona Spencer. The card was on a bank we didn't deal with and I wondered why she had it? I thought she'd gotten rid of all the cards she had before we were married. Obviously, she'd kept one of them. Then in a hidden pocket I found a card and pulled it out. A business card for a Derek Mathews, Head Librarian with the address for our local library. CRAP!! The head librarian was a guy. She had lead me to believe it was a woman. Damn her!
I checked the call numbers on her cell phone and Derek was listed there as were quite a few calls to him and from him. It looked like it had been going on for awhile. There were no IM messages so I assumed they took care of communications verbally. However, I put everything back I her purse and checked our PC for messages. I found she had a secured email file but I knew enough about security to by-pass her protection and found a mother lode of messages between them dating back to the time she started attending the late meetings with him. From these I found that they had been meeting at the Red Roof Inn near the interstate interchange. Some of their transmittals were very graphic and it was obvious that they had been indulging in activities she'd never done with me. I was really getting pissed. In one email they discussed me and his wife. They were not very flattering, but both claimed they loved us. The more I read the madder I got. I copied all their emails to my own file with a thought to print them later then went upstairs to one of the extra bedrooms where my clothes hung in the closet. That left the walk-in closet in the master bedroom for her clothes. I took my suit case and garment bag and packed them for a supposed business trip.
By this time it was 5:30 AM and I dressed for travel and then went into our bedroom. Waking Mona, she sat up groggily.
"What are you doing up so early Jim? Why are you dressed?"
"I've got a plane to catch sweetheart. I didn't get a chance to tell you last night but I've got a flight that leaves about 7. They called me from work last night that they needed someone to make a quick survey of some of our projects out of state. I'll get something to eat at the airport so don't bother getting up."
She looked at me vacantly as though she was trying to grasp what I'd told her.
"OK, honey. Where can I get hold of you if I need you?" she asked with a yawn.
"Just call me on my cell phone. Bye sweetheart."
I kissed her on the cheek and took off downstairs with my bags when suddenly there was a thump behind me and the sound of running feet. She came to the top of the stairs and called down.
"Jim. Jim. What about trying for a baby? We were going to do that this weekend."
"We'll have to wait until next month sweetheart. I'll call you when I get to my first stop."
I hear a loud wail behind me as I opened the garage door and got in my car. I was out of the garage and down the street before she had a chance to say anything else.
Making sure my cell phone was turned off I headed for the interstate. Two hours later I arrived at my dad's retirement home on a lake back in the hinterlands. Dad was a widower and lived alone. He wasn't expecting me but he started right in to prepare us breakfast. While I drank his strong morning coffee I told him what was going on. He was really sorry to hear what I'd found out about Mona. He and my mother had two boys and I think he always wanted a daughter so Mona filled the bill for him. He couldn't believe she would betray me.
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