Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Cheating, Violent,
Desc: Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Hard working family man with 4 kids discovers his wife's long running affair. In an act uncharacteristic of his usual good nature, he takes revenge on his wife's lover. Now what does he do about his marriage?
When you're a hard working father with four kids like me, a call at three in the morning is both scary and irritating. I felt Jackie, my wife of eighteen years, stirring next to me as the ringing noise reverberated from the night stand, penetrated my subconscious and produced a reflex action directing my hand as I reached for the phone. Now shaking the cobwebs from my drowsy brain, I anxiously spoke anticipating some form of dread from the other end.
"Hello?" I answered, still trying to retrieve my voice from dreamland.
"Is Donna there?" asked the young male voice of arrogance.
"Who is this?"
"Never mind who this is, just answer my question; is she there?"
About this time my wife was awake enough to realize I was talking to someone on the phone. "Al, who is it?" she asked cautiously.
"It's some asshole kid asking for Donna and if I find out who he is I'm going to turn him over my knee," I angrily proclaimed.
"Oh, tough guy," I heard the smart ass say through the receiver, "I'm pretty tough myself. Now wake up Donna and tell her to get her ass to the ph..."
I disconnect the cord to the phone. "What are you going to do?" asked Jackie while watching me put my robe on.
"I'm going down stairs and disconnect the phones down there as well; I'm sure he'll try calling back. I'll plug them in again tomorrow before I go to work."
I was seething and didn't know if I'd be able to go back to sleep. Was the little shit stupid enough to call Donna, my fourteen year old, tomorrow and identify himself as the three a.m. caller; I doubted it. No, but if he called back in the wee hours of the morning again, I would be ready for him next time.
As I made it up the stairs and back in bed that night, I was completely unaware of how that call would change my life.
The next day I took a little longer lunch than usual and drove to a Radio Shack not far from my office. They had a neat little gismo there that I had to use on another occasion a couple years prior; it was no larger than a pack of cigarettes and extremely easy to use. It consisted of a plastic box with two cords; one was a phone jack that plugged into the back of a house phone, the other was a mini jack that plugged into the microphone input of a cassette tape recorder. It also had a female jack where you plugged in the phone cord from the wall socket. It had an on/off switch and was voice activated. When someone started talking on the phone it would record both sides of the conversation and once it was connected to one phone it worked with every phone in the house.
When I got home it took me all of about two minutes to hook it up to the phone in my office. If my early morning phone marauder called back I would have a recording I could play for my daughter and her friends hoping one of them would be able to identify the voice.
That night, over dinner I was listening to my son talk about his day at school when I got the feeling I was being watched. I glanced up at my wife who was staring back at me with that look in her eye. I grinned slightly as I tried to concentrate on my son's chatter, but when you've been married as long as we have you get to know that little look that says, "I want you."
Just the anticipation was enough to get me excited; for the next few hours all I could think of was ravishing my wife's body; even after eighteen years, our sex life never got stale. Later, as it got closer to bed time, I had to nonchalantly cover my lap when Brea, my sixteen year old daughter, came up to kiss me good night. By the time Jackie and headed for the bedroom I had just one thing on my mind, and it wasn't some pimply faced kid with insomnia.
Jackie was already under the sheet when I crawled in next to her. She turned on her side and reached around me rubbing her hand on my stomach for a few seconds then wasted no time as she moved downward.
"What's this, Al," she asked while playfully grabbing my stiff organ, "you're insatiable you know that?"
"Don't give me that, you've been wanting to feel big ben inside of you all night; I know those looks," I told her. I wrapped my arm around her and started gently tugging on her lips with my own. Her mouth opened offering entrance to my darting tongue as we started our private mating ritual.
Most of the time I'm the one who takes the more aggressive role with our love making; usually bringing her off orally several times before inserting myself into her sweet, loving pussy, but tonight it was all her.
Before I got carried away sucking on her marvelous breasts she returned my kisses while nibbling and biting my own sensitive nipples. I rested my hand on the top of her head as she worked her way down between my legs.
The skin was stretched so tight across my dick I thought it would rip wide open. Jackie licked and slurped my balls continuing up my stiff shaft as if it were a big lollypop. Her tongue twirled and probed the opening at the tip of its head and she looked into my eyes with a devilish grin as she completely engulfed my cock taking it all the down her throat.
"Oh jeez ... oh m ... my God, oh my God," I finally got out as she worked her way up and down sending electric shocks throughout by body. "Baby," I said breathlessly, "oh, baby, I can't hold out much longer."
She slowed her pace and squeezed the base of my erection, "Not yet there, big boy," she said, as she rose up on her knees and scooted up, now straddling my hips. She reached behind her, taking hold of my ridged cock and guided it into her waiting tunnel of feminine pulchritude.
She leaned forward and rested her hands on my chest as I reached up gently massaging her magnificent tits. She closed her eyes and rocked back and forth forcing my penis deep inside of her. I could feel her muscles tightening and knew she was about to explode with rapture.
I tightened my own muscles and raised my hips to meet her rhythm. We both climbed higher and higher into a blissful euphoria until together we came; our bodies bursting with raw, sexual ecstasy.
I held my arms around her as Jackie collapsed onto my chest. We just stayed like that; our sweaty bodies pressed together while we tried to slow our breathing to a more normal status.
Suddenly Jackie's eyes open in shock as we heard Brea giggling. "You think she heard us?" Jackie whispered.
"Either that or she has a boy in her room," I said jokingly.
Jackie playfully hit me in the chest with the side of her fist. "Don't even say something like that," she said. "We need to think about sound proofing our bedroom."
We cuddled in each other's arms and closed our eyes. The last conscious thought I had was to wonder if our mystery caller would be waking me up later that night.
Sure enough, once again, shortly after three in the morning, my pigeon called again. Much to the annoyance of my wife who kept telling me to simply hang up on him; this time I kept him talking; baiting him; I got him to threaten me and make sexually explicit comments about my fourteen year old daughter; this time his ass was mine. Finally, when I felt I had enough of his voice to identify as well as enough to prosecute, I hung up, disconnected the phones again, and returned to a satisfied slumber with a smile on my face.
The next morning, when I reconnected the phones before leaving for work, I never thought about disconnecting the recorder. I didn't think about it until later in the day. I knew my kids had used the phone a couple of times that night before my three o'clock call, and between my wife and the kids using the phone while I was at work, I would have to search through several calls to find the one I was looking for. Oh well, I thought, it shouldn't take that long to find what I want and it will be well worth a little extra time and effort to see the look on that kid's face when I confront him.
I got out of the office a few minutes early and must have hit rush hour traffic at just the right time because I was able to breeze right along and was making great time. As I got closer to home I thought I saw my wife four or five cars ahead. When I saw her turn into our side street I knew it was Jackie; she was about a half a block in front of me and turned into our drive just moments before I pulled in behind her.
She appeared startled as she looked up and saw me. "Al, you're early," she said getting a couple packages from the back seat.
"Just by a few minutes," I countered, "traffic was light; what'd you buy?"
"Oh just a pair of shoes and couple of things," she said.
"Here, let me give you a hand," I offered as I started to reach into the back seat for more packages.
"Here, you take these," she said handing me the bundles she had in her arms, "I'll get the rest."
For some reason it almost felt like Jackie was acting a little nervous; like she didn't want me to see something. That wasn't like her, we never kept secrets from each other; I guess that's what caught my attention, it was so out of place it made me wonder what she was hiding.
As I took the bags she gave me I tried to look in the back of her car. I saw a Victoria's Secret bag on the seat. Ah huh, I thought, that's it, she has something special planned; I felt my heart start to pitter-patter. Not one to spoil a surprise, especially when it's for me, I pretended not to see the bag. As we walked up to the house I noticed she purposely left the package in the car.
I helped her upstairs with the bags and laid them on the bed as per Jackie's instructions. "I'll put everything away later," she said, "right now I have to get dinner started." She gave me a peck on the lips considering it payment in full for giving her a hand and headed for the kitchen.
I wondered when she planned on sneaking back to the car for the other package but then thought, oh well, I'll just let her surprise me.
Since I had nothing to do until dinner I decided I'd go to my home office and start going through the tape to find the conversation with Mr. Dead Duck. When I looked there was quite a bit of tape used up and I had no way of knowing how many calls had been made before or after my conversation with the pre-dawn pedophile predator, nor did I know if there was one long conversation or several short ones so I just started rewinding.
I hit stop after a few seconds then play; I listened just long enough to determine the voice I heard was Brea's talking to one of her girlfriends. I hit stop, rewind, then stop and play and listened again. This time I recognized my wife's voice immediately and hit rewind once again. After hitting play again, I heard a man's voice. Damn, I thought, it must be Brea talking to a boy but he sure sounds too old for her. I might want to review this conversation, I thought to myself so I took note at where the conversation was in the tape and was just about to hit stop again when I heard something really disturbing.
"Come on, you know how you love to suck my cock," the voice said. I was so shocked I had to hit stop so I could catch my breath. Damn it, she's only sixteen years old and obviously she's already having oral sex? Questions started popping up in my brain; had she gone all the way with this guy yet? Who was he; how old was he? I wondered if her mother knew; was she on the pill? Shit! I had always respected the privacy of my children but there was no way I wasn't going to listen to this entire conversation.
I hit rewind again to find the start of the call. Damn, there's my wife's voice again, I must have gone too far, I said to myself. I hit fast forward just for a second then listened again. I heard the same male voice and was just about to hit rewind again when I heard something even more shocking ... Jackie's voice.
" ... love to suck my cock."
"Vic, stop; I told you, we need to quit once and for all. What if Al ever found out; what if Julie found out? Can you imagine how it would hurt them; they'd never forgive us, either of them."
"Jackie, how would they ever find out, huh; I know you're not going to tell them and I'm sure as hell not going to tell them, and we two are the only ones who know anything. Jeez, Jackie, how long have we have been screwing around together and neither of them suspect a thing; if they haven't figured out anything by now they never will."
"I suppose," Jackie replied, "I just think we're pushing our luck. Don't you ever feel guilty? I sure do, every time we get together I feel guilty for days after that. I love Al, I wouldn't hurt him for the world, if he ever found out..."
"Jackie, he's not going to find out," Vic interrupted, "and as far as guilt goes, yeah, I feel a little guilty sometimes, but it's worth it. You know damn well Al doesn't fuck you like I do. Hell, I could write a book about some of the hot sessions you and I have had; I would too, except no one would believe it," he chuckled.
"Yeah," she said with a little sigh in her voice, "I have to admit you and I are great in the sack together; we always have been."
I had to stop the tape; I was having pains in my chest and I was starting to hyperventilate. I sat quietly trying to calm myself down; I took long slow breaths through my nose and exhaled out my mouth. Am I really having a heart attack, I wondered; more than likely it's just a case of angina, I thought, I'll sit here a few more minutes and see if the pain goes away.
There's a line from an old Doors' song, "my brain was squirming like a toad." I always thought it was a stupid line, but right then, it pretty much described my thought pattern. Jackie had known Vic Hennesy since high school. I knew they were boyfriend and girlfriend back then but I didn't know if they had gone all the way with each other; it was long before I met Jackie and I knew she wasn't a virgin so I never really thought about it. I guess Vic had some kind of partial scholarship to college and made up the rest with student loans and grants, but Jackie never went past high school. A few weeks after meeting Jackie he was introduced to me at a party as one of her longtime friends, but he had been married for a while by that time and I just never thought of him as any kind of threat ... stupid me.
The pain in my chest was starting to subside some, so I was pretty sure I wasn't having a heart attack. I thought I should go for a walk, get some air, maybe a little exercise will help calm me down. I was going to get up from my chair but couldn't. There was still more tape to play. I'm nuts, I thought, why torture myself anymore, but it was like looking at a bad accident on the highway, you know you shouldn't, you really don't want to see all the blood and guts, but you just can't help yourself. I had to listen to the rest of the tape; I hit play.
"So you'll meet me Sunday morning then?"
Damn! I had to stop it and take another deep breath. Son of a bitch, I was getting irate about now; she was just telling him they shouldn't see each other anymore and now they're talking about fucking around on Sunday. There was a lot of anger behind my finger when I hit the play button again.
"I don't know, Vic, I really think we should stop while we're ahead."
"Jackie, for Pete's sake, what has you so paranoid? Al's going golfing with his buddies, right?"
"Yeah, as far as I know; he goes every Sunday morning unless it's pouring out."
"And it's supposed to be a beautiful day," Vic responded. "By the time he has a couple of beers after the round it's almost three o'clock in the afternoon by the time he gets home; you meet me at the Day's Inn at ten, that gives us plenty of time. I'll get there early and get the room then I'll text you with the number like always."
"I don't know, Vic; I really don't feel right doing this anymore."
"Come on," he said coaxing her, "I even have a gift for you; it's waiting at Victoria's Secret."
"A gift; what did you buy me?"
Now I detected some excitement in her voice.
"Just the prettiest little black nighty they make, that's all. I bought it the other day and told them to hold it for you. Just go up to the counter and give them your name. You might have to show them some ID but it's there waiting for you."
"And just how am I supposed to explain it to Al?" she questioned.
"Just tell him you bought it for him; don't let him see it right away though, not until after Sunday anyway; I want to be the first to get a gander of you in that thing. It's almost completely see through ... oh, and don't wear the panties."
I heard Jackie giggle.
"I still don't know, Vic; I'll tell you what, if I don't show by ten-thirty start without me."
"Yeah, right," he sneered, sounding like a man who was confident she would show, "I'll see you Sunday, don't forget the nighty."
"I won't," replied Jackie, "I wanted to get some new shoes anyway, I'll pick it up today."
They said their good-byes and hung up. I was starting to get that pain in my chest again; I hadn't even noticed the tears running down my face until I turned the recorder off.
I sat back in my chair and just stared at the wall in front of me. There was no continuity to my thought, none what's so ever. It was almost like being in a trance. It couldn't be possible, I thought; I'd known this woman almost twenty years, someone had to be playing a joke; of course I knew it was real but there's that denial thing; I never really experienced it before, but that's what was happening, I just couldn't believe what I had heard with my own ears.
"Come and get it," I heard Jackie yell from the kitchen. Shit, dinner time already; how the hell am I supposed to sit there pretending everything is okay? I'm not even hungry.
I sat quietly at the table trying to eat. It hadn't even occurred to me until Donna started telling about her day at school, I forgot all about her late night phone foe; huh, I thought to myself, now I have two dick heads to deal with, and they will be dealt with; I made myself that promise.
"Honey, do you feel alright?" asked my loving wife, "you're awful quiet tonight and you've barely eaten a thing."
"Actually I don't feel very well," I told her, "I think I'll go out for a walk, get some fresh air."
I walk a lot when things are bothering me. It helps me think, the fresh air helps me put things in order and look at a problem logically. I knew their plans, should I try to get pictures through the window somehow; what a ridiculous idea, I'm not letting them get together; in fact, shit head Vic is never going to touch her again, I'm going to make sure of it.
During my hour long walk my emotions seemed to bounce back and forth between extreme anger and extreme hurt; sometimes I wasn't sure which I was feeling, but by the end of my walk I had a plan; at least one that would satisfy my extreme anger. It all hinged on my golf buddies but I was pretty sure they would go along with me. I still wasn't sure how I was going to handle the extreme hurt though.
When I got home I sat and watched some TV with the kids before they went to bed. I could feel my wife's gaze on me from time to time; she looked concerned and I had no doubt that she was. She loved me, I knew that; it's what made it so damn hard to understand how she could do that to me, to us; it just didn't make sense.
"How do you feel, any better after your walk?" she asked.
"Maybe a little but not much," I responded. "I think I'll turn in early, good night," I said as I started up stairs.
I noticed Jackie watching me again with a concerned look. She had a right to be worried, I thought. I pretended to be asleep when she slipped in beside me about an hour later. Actually sleep would allude me entirely for the night as I lay there analyzing every option I could come up with; after all, there were the kids to think about too.
I stared at Jackie lying next to me as the early morning light barely filtered through the drapes. What the hell, I thought, I might as well get up, it's too late to get any sleep now anyway.
I gently got up; I really wasn't in the mood to face Jackie so I used the bathroom down the hall to shower, got dressed and left. I was almost two hours early for work so I stopped at a restaurant on the way in. I was just finishing my eggs when my cell rang.
"Hello," I answered.
"Al, what's the matter, are you angry with me for some reason?"
"No, honey, why?" there was a hesitation on the other end.
"Well you were awful quiet last night and then you got up early this morning and left without waking me, giving me a kiss or anything. I can't remember the last time you left without kissing me goodbye. What's wrong, honey, what did I do?"
I realized I was going to give myself away if I wasn't careful. I still didn't know what I was going to do about my marriage but I did know what I was going to do about good old Vic and I didn't want her cancelling their Sunday rendezvous.
"I'm sorry, Honey, you didn't do anything. I wasn't feeling well last night and I didn't sleep very well, that's all. I woke up so early this morning I just decided I might as well come into work and I thought I let you sleep."
"Are you sure that's all?" she asked.
"Really, honey, that's all there is to it." She really did sound concerned, I hoped she didn't call it off. Just then I wished I had thought to reconnect the recorder. If she called shit head and canceled I wouldn't even know. Oh well, I thought, I'm going ahead with my plan anyway; if it turns out to be a dud I'll keep the recorder hooked up and catch them next time.
As soon as I knew my golfing buddies were at their jobs I gave them each a call and asked them to meet me after work the following day. I had a big favor to ask of them.
When I got home I made sure I was more lovey-dovey toward my wife. While she was in the kitchen I changed tapes in the recorder and plugged it back in. I still wasn't sure if I had spooked Jackie. I thought, if I had, I might see that black nightgown thinking she might wear it for me, but no such luck.
The next day was Friday. I told Jackie I'd probably stop off for a few drinks after work. She didn't seem concerned and asked only that I not make it home too late.
That night I met my golfing buddies and I told them what I needed of them. I did not lay out my entire plan but told them only what they needed to know. I also said it could be risky and they might be questioned by the police; I said if anyone wanted to back out, now was the time to let me know, but each of them swore me their allegiance.
After they left I ordered another scotch and sat thinking. I knew exactly what I was going to do with Vic but my mind was mush when it came to my wife. All I kept thinking of was my kids and how much I loved Jackie. I kept thinking, if only she would wear that black nighty for me before Sunday. Somehow it was symbolic to me; if she wore it for me that would mean she was throwing the affair back into his face, at least that's what I thought it would mean to me. I was trying to give her a way out, an only if...
Again, when I saw it wasn't going to happen Friday night, I faked being too tired to make love. Saturday morning we all had breakfast together. I guess I was a little melancholy because Jackie asked if I felt okay. I assured her I was fine and said I had to do some shopping for an upcoming home project I was planning. I got in my car thinking to myself that may have been the very last time we ever have breakfast together as a family.
My first stop was the local Salvation Army store. I found everything I needed including a bonus. Next stop was the hardware store where I bought four small, flat magnets. I was able to pick up a tool for unscrewing the core from a tire valve at a sports store that had racing bikes and supplies. My last stop was the drugs store; I was back home by early afternoon with everything I needed.
I spent the rest of the day just banging around the garage and doing some yard work; anything to stay busy. I had an overwhelming propensity to scream at her and ask Jackie just what the fuck she thought she was doing, but I couldn't. I really needed to take my revenge on Vic so I had to hold it together for one more night.
Jackie always made a pot of decaffeinated coffee after dinner so I smashed up two of the non-subscription sleeping tablets I bought at the drugs store and slipped them into her coffee; by nine o'clock she was apologizing to me saying she didn't know why, but she couldn't keep her eyes open anymore. I told her it was okay and she should get some sleep; I told her she obviously needed it. Jackie kissed me goodnight and was sound asleep by the time I checked her at ten. The kids were all in bed not long after that but I could not go to bed yet myself, in just a few hours I would start operation payback.
To make sure no one was awakened by the pimply faced shit head that started this whole thing, I disconnected the phones, then laid down on the couch and set the alarm on my smart phone for one-thirty.
I can't say it was a restful two and half hours, but if all went well, I was hoping for another few hours in a little while. I stealthily checked in on my wife and kids making sure they were all fast asleep before slipping out of the house.
The street was deserted as I walked the half mile to my destination. On my way to work several times I had noticed a house that had three cars and a two car garage. Of course one of the cars always sat out, but to keep it clean and I suppose to protect it from the elements, they always kept a tarp-like cover over it. They must not have driven the third vehicle very much because I noticed it would sit for weeks without being moved so I decided to gamble that they would not be using it for a little while and targeted it for supplying me with a set of license plates other than my own.
I snuck into the yard next to the garage and raised the tarp enough to get a screwdriver into the screws holding the plates. In Illinois we have them both in the front and back of our cars. In less than two minutes I had both plates and was making my way back home undetected. With a little luck the owners won't even drive the car for a while making the discovery of the stolen plates very unlikely for some time.
I went into my garage and soldered the small magnets I got at the hardware store to each corner in the back of both plates. Now I would be able to attach and remove them to the metal license plates of another vehicle within seconds. I stuck them into the duffle bag I bought earlier and put everything in the trunk of my car. I checked the time and still had over three hours before I had to get up for Sunday morning golf with my friends. I quietly lay down next to my cheating wife and went to sleep.
After turning off the alarm I rolled over to check my wife, she was still out like a light. I really didn't want to talk to her so I used the hall bathroom again to shower and get dressed. Before leaving the house I switched phones with her; they were identical aesthetically so I knew she wouldn't notice, at least until she realized she wasn't getting Vic's text with his room number; I would be getting that.
Before leaving I took the little tool I got at the bike shop and slightly unscrewed the core from her left rear tire valve. I tested it by rubbing some spit in the end of the valve and watching the air bubbles. I wanted a very slow leak, just enough to give her a low tire and keep her from being on time for their little fuck fest.
When I got to the course I made sure I was seen and heard by as many people as possible. I talked to the club pro about a non-existent glitch in my swing; while waiting for the rest of my foursome, I stopped in the bar for a cup of coffee and an English muffin. I shamelessly flirted with the pretty barmaid to make sure she remembered me being there.
When the rest of the guys arrived we headed toward the first tee where I striped one right down the middle. We played our regular game until the third tee; that's the one that's right next to the parking lot and where I parted company for a while. Josh gave me the keys to his SUV as planned. I switched the duffle bag from my car to his and took off.
Half way between the motel and the golf course is a large forest preserve. I drove all the way to the back where no one ever goes and used the porta-potty to change my clothes and shoes. Next I attached the plates I had stolen to the SUV, and within minutes, was on my way to the motel parking lot to wait for Vic's text.
I didn't have a long wait; number one-twelve popped up on Jackie's phone. I backed up close to the door of his room and took a deep breath as I exited the vehicle with the short wooden baseball bat I found at the Salvation Army. I pulled the ski mask down over my face as I knocked on the door.
"Wow, that was quick, you... ," Vic never got a chance to finish his sentence. I used the end of the bat as a battering ram jamming it into his stomach as he opened the door. He folded at the waist and gasped for breath as I pushed him further into the room kicking the door shut with my heel. Before he had a chance to recover I swung the bat into the side of his knee soliciting a painful scream as he tumbled to the floor. He rolled over on his back reaching for his leg but I viciously brought the bat down again hard against his wrist. This time he made more of a crying noise as we both heard the sound of bones breaking.
His eyes were closed in agony as I completed my mission with two more mighty swings; one to his ankle and the last breaking his elbow.
Planning my revenge took some time, but the act itself took only about forty-five seconds, if that; kind of anti-climactic I thought while driving back to the forest preserve. After changing back to my golfing attire, I removed the stolen plates and stuck them into the duffle bag along with everything else including the bat. I dropped three house bricks in the bag, zipped it up, and tossed it into the swamp in the woods. That took care of any and all evidence tying me in with what happened to poor old Vic.
As I got close to the course I called my friends and asked what hole they were on; Jack said they were just finishing the seventh hole and would be on the eighth tee by the time I got there. I erased the call from her history as well as the text from Vic. I handed Josh his keys back and teed off. I must have had some residual adrenaline because I unleashed one three hundred and ten yards; too bad it was twenty yards to the right of the fairway.
We all stopped at the bar for lunch after the front nine, where I again made sure the barmaid remembered me being there; we had lunch then left to play the rest of the round. When we finished after eighteen, not wanting to deviate from our normal routine, we all sat around complaining about our games over a beer before heading home.
I just had to smile to myself on the drive. I was pretty sure I had pulled off the perfect crime. I was well aware of the strides in forensic science, but there was no physical evidence of any kind to link me to the scene. Even if they vacuumed my car for carpet fibers from the motel they would come up dry. Of course they would suspect I had hired someone but there were no withdrawals from my checking or savings accounts to suggest that, so let them prove it. Yup, I was pretty confident I was in the clear.
I pulled into my drive about the same time I always do after Sunday golf and was surprised to see my wife's car in the same spot as where I had left it. The tire was completely flat by now.
Another surprise was Jackie greeting me with a smile and a peck on the cheek as I walked in the door. I looked around and saw all the kids were out doing their own thing; we were alone.
"You're in a good mood," I said with a slight edge to my voice, "did you drive the car this morning?"
"Drive the car? No; why do you ask, where would I go?"
"Oh I don't know; I thought you'd go out to meet your lover, Vic at the motel." Shit, I really didn't mean to say that; it just came out. Oh well, I thought, it had to come out sooner or later and I had just made up my mind in that instant as to what I had to do about my marriage.
Jackie's eyes widened at the same moment her mouth dropped open. Every bit of energy seemed to drain from her body as she stumbled back reaching for the arm of the couch. She just collapsed on top of its support. I saw her eyes instantly flood with tears as she realized her secret was uncovered.
"You did know," she muttered, "I thought something was wrong for the last couple of days but I prayed it was something else."
I watched as Jackie tried to stay in control of her emotions. "I'm so sorry, Al, I'm so very, very sorry. I didn't go today because I'm calling it quits. It's over, Al, I'll never see him again, I promise, never again." She looked up, her expression imploring forgiveness; how I wished I could give it to her, but I couldn't.
"I'll be filing for divorce tomorrow, Jackie. A onetime thing in a drunken moment of weakness I could have forgiven, but not this, not this kind of on-going betrayal, not the complete lack of respect for me and the family; this goes way beyond forgiveness, Jackie. I'm sorry." I watched her expression turn to terror as I spoke. "After eighteen years I thought I knew you so well, but after all this time, you've proven to be someone other than the honorable, trustworthy person I thought you were."
I asked where the kids were. With no life in her voice she told me Brea, Donna, and Steve, our twelve year old boy, were all out with friends, only Sheryl, our youngest daughter was home in her room. I acknowledged her reply and told her I was going up stairs to take a shower. When I got to our room I saw Jackie's purse was still sitting on the dresser so I took the opportunity to switch the phones back. I wiped my finger prints from hers as I returned it and put my own phone into my pocket.
As I walked to our closet to select a shirt and slacks I saw it, a beautiful black see-through teddy hanging on her side; for the last couple of nights it had represented a symbol of hope; now the flimsy material dangled in front of me, taunting me, reminding me of Jackie's disloyalty and deceit. Until that moment my thoughts were of anger and plotting my revenge, but that was all over; the pervasive hurt and pain washed through my soul, ripping and gouging pieces from my heart along its wretched route.
Days of pent up anxiety suddenly surfaced as I tore the garment from its post; with my face contorted to resemble a monster and my teeth grinding against my strained jaw, I shredded the fabric to pieces just before collapsing into a ball of tearful despair and hopelessness.
"Oh my God," I heard. I looked up and saw Jackie standing in the doorway with her hand to her mouth. "What have I done? I'm so sorry, Al, I love so much, you were never supposed to know, I never wanted to hurt you; I'm so sorry!"
It was over; eighteen years of happiness, now just a memory. Jackie ran to the bed and flopped down face first balling like a baby. I fought to control my reactions, raised up from the floor and continued into the shower without a word.