Nancy and I had been married for fifteen years. I was very happy with our union and I knew than my wife loved me very much, I was very happy the way our marriage had evolved over the years. We had two lovely daughters in their early teens, and we were both had good jobs, she as a voice translator for a film studio and me for a security company. I loved my wife very much and I knew she was completely devoted to me. We were still having sex a couple of times per week, we were all healthy and living in a beautiful house in a respectable part of the city. Life was good and I knew that things couldn't really get much better.

Nancy had gained weight after the birth of our second daughter and she had never been able to lose it completely. Of course she was still a very beautiful woman and it didn't bother me if she had nice curves in the right places. Her ass was round and very appealing, whereas her boobs were now heavy but since I am a tits and ass man, I had absolutely nothing to complain about.

She also had beautiful blue eyes, the large lens of the glasses which she wore — no contact lens for her since they tended to irritate her eyes — when reading or doing paper work, made her eyes look larger and even more attractive. She had a very pretty face indeed, with thick sensuous lips and high cheek bones, and whenever she smiled, her perfectly even white teeth were a feast to my eyes. Yes, I knew that even though she was not going to win the Miss America Award because of the few extra pounds she carried, she was still a very attractive and desirable woman.

Of course I was in love with her and I knew that she was in love with me also. We had two great daughters, a nice home and money was not a problem. I was very happy with my life until...

Yes, after fifteen years of being married something bad happened to our union, something that threatened to change everything and thus shatter my happy and perfect world.

You see, for the last couple of years, Nancy had taken into the habit of going out with 'the girls' with whom she worked. They had three or four preferred pubs and they changed spots all the time. They went to these places after work on alternate Fridays. As she often explained to me, the girls went out only to talk and to unwind.

Of course I didn't mind her going out by herself like that. I was home at four thirty every day and I was the one to stay with our daughters whenever she went with the girls. On those days that she went out I would fix supper for my daughters and I was always the one to help them with their homework, I enjoyed doing this.

She was usually back home by eight on those evenings out, and we would then spend the week-end together as a family, involved in activities that we all liked - and of course eating out with our two daughters on Saturday evening.

But for the last couple of months she had been getting home later than usual on evenings out with the girls. She was now getting home closer to ten and I could tell that she was having a few drinks.

Of course, I didn't say anything since she was still the loving wife she had always been and each time she got home after those evenings out, she always had that typical smile on her face that made me want to hug her. I knew going out like that with her friends was her way to relax, it was taking her mind away from the long week of hard word. Besides, we always had great sex later on those nights. I told myself that she was just having harmless fun with the group of girls she was working with, and I saw nothing wrong with it, even if she was now getting home later than usual.

Then one Monday morning, a few weeks ago, I got an e-mail from someone who had simply signed it 'A Friend'. I came close to deleting the message without reading it but on second thought I took the time to read it. It went like this.

I WAS AT THE BLACK CROW LAST FRIDAY EVENING, I SAW YOUR WIFE THERE WITH A GROUP OF PEOPLE. I MUST SAY THAT SHE WAS ENJOYING HERSELF A LOT. I ALSO WATCHED HER DANCE WITH ONE OF THE MEN THAT WAS ACCOMPANYING HER GROUP. SHE DANCED ALMOST EXCLUSIVELY WITH HIM. I THOUGHT THAT YOU WOULD LIKE TO SEE HOW SHE WAS ENJOYING HERSELF THAT EVENING SO I TOOK A PICTURE OF HER USING MY CELL PHONE.LOOK AT THE PICTURE CAREFULLY AND IF YOU STILL FEELTHAT THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH THE WAY SHE WAS DANCING, THEN JUST FORGET THIS E-MAIL.

Accompanying the e-mail was an attachment that I needed to open to see the picture. For long seconds I debated in my mind whether I should simply delete the whole thing without opening the attachment. In the back of my mind I knew I wasn't going to like what was on the still unopened picture. After all, why would someone bother to send it to me if there was nothing special about it? Besides, this e-mail had already planted the seed of doubt in my mind, and I feared what I was going to find out.

In this e-mail, I had already been informed that Nancy was dancing when she went with 'the girls', also there were male co-workers with them, and she had never mentioned this to me. I had always been under the impression there were only females with her. Of course she could have been dancing with someone who was already in the Black Crow, someone who was not actually with their group, but, even then I felt a lump in my throat, and I began to have a strange feeling about the whole thing. Against my better judgment, I decided to open the attachment.

The instant the picture appeared on the screen I could see it wasn't perfectly centered as if the one taking picture had been careful so that he or she wouldn't be observed. I noticed co-workers of my wife — females as well as males — sitting at a long table in the background. The picture was somewhat blurred, but still I could see my wife on the dance floor on the right. She was wearing her beige blouse printed with red flowers and green leaves with the matching brown slacks. This was the outfit Nancy had been wearing the last time she had gone out with 'the girls', therefore I knew the picture I was now looking at had been taken the previous Friday. She had arrived home later than usual that evening, it was half past ten when she gave me a hug and looked at me with her usual killer smile.

In the picture I could see her on the dance floor in the arms of a tall, young man. They were pressed very tightly to each other, and Nancy had both her arms around his neck. He had one hand pressing against her round ass and the other ... well, I couldn't tell exactly where his other hand was, but I could see the tips of his fingers on the other side, they appeared to be pressing on her right breast.

To say that I was shocked was putting it mildly. I couldn't remember ever having danced like that with Nancy, or with any other girl in public. The man's lower body was pressed very tight against her, and I know she must have been feeling his erection rubbing against her. He certainly had to be hard, after all what man can press himself like that against a woman and not become instantly hard? But Nancy didn't seem to mind, quite the contrary. Judging by the happy smile on her lips, it was evident that she was also pushing herself against him as they stared into each other eyes.

My wife, my Nancy, the mother of my two daughters was holding a stranger in her arms and acting like a slut in public. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I know that she wouldn't even dance with me like that in public, why the hell was she letting a stranger act this way with her? Or was he really a stranger? The seed of doubt was now firmly planted in my mind, and growing fast. Without my being able to prevent it, all sort of scenarios involving my wife with other men began to develop in my mind.

I suddenly felt sick and I had to rush to the bathroom where I threw my breakfast down the toilet. Nancy, my wife, was behaving like a whore in public, was she having an affair? How could she do that to me and to our two daughters?

Then, many other questions began to pop within my mind. Who was that man? Was he working with her? How long has this been going on? Why? Was she fucking him?

For the next half hour I remained in the privacy of my office's bathroom trying to sort out my mind. Gradually new emotions began to surface. Disappointment, sadness and anger, followed by a strong desire to seek revenge. A whole spectrum of intense emotions which tended to create a maelstrom of reactions took hold of me. I wanted to kill Nancy, I wanted to hug her and ask her to stop, I wanted to divorce her, then, a second later I would forgive her and give her another chance. For a while, as I sat there on the seat of the toilet, I thought I was going crazy.

At last I got control of myself. After washing my face and rinsing my mouth with cold water, I made up my mind to do nothing but wait and watch Nancy, to see what would happen before taking action. There was no point for me to take an emotionally influenced decision right away, before I knew exactly what was going on. No, I needed to wait a little and not say anything to her about what I already knew. At the same time I was going to get to the bottom of it all. One way or the other, I had go get a solid proof of what was going on, was she cheating on me, or was she only having exaggerated fun? But I already knew she had lied to me by omitting to tell me the whole truth about her evenings out with 'the girls'.

Her movie studio was only a couple of blocks away from the building where I was working. Since I was often on the road doing work, it was easy for me to check on Nancy. So the following day at eleven thirty I was parked at the end of the parking lot where she worked. I felt relatively safe sitting there watching the exit door since my company car had tinted window glass, and I knew it would be impossible for anyone to see me inside. I waited there until one, but she never came out.

I did the same for the rest of the week, and on Friday at fifteen past twelve I saw Nancy and three others — a woman and two men — get into a black BMW. Nancy sat in front next to the driver, and they drove away. Of course I followed them. They drove downtown for a couple of miles then I saw them enter the parking lot of a fancy restaurant. I watched them laughing as they went inside. I was parked on the other side of the street, right in front of the restaurant and I remained there in my car until they came out at two. Nancy was walking next to the tall, light- hair man, the driver — he seemed to be the same man she had been dancing with in the photo I already had. She appeared very cheerful and excited, touching his arms as she talked to him. This, more than anything else, made me angry. They drove back to her place of work and all went inside.

So far, Nancy hadn't done anything wrong except that she forgot to mention to me she sometimes went out to eat out with male as well as female co-workers. But, more important still, the four of them who had gone to lunch, had been acting as if they were two couples, not as friends or co-workers, and this was what was bothering me the most.

Nancy didn't go out with 'the girls' after work that Friday, and she got home at a quarter past five. She was cheerful and smiling just as usual, and it took a lot of willpower on my part to control myself and not bombard her with questions. But I still asked her, once we were quietly sitting in front of the television after supper, if she had had a good day at work and next I asked her what she had eaten at noon. For a few seconds I noticed she didn't know exactly what to say, but soon enough she told me she ate the tuna sandwich she had prepared before leaving for work in the morning.

Liar, liar - and maybe cheater also, I told myself. Nancy was looking at me with those big blue eyes that I loved so much as she told me that flagrant lie. Even though I could feel my anger building deep inside, I still felt an urge to reach out for her and hug her. Of course, being in love with someone does that. I knew I had to control myself or risk doing something I might regret afterward. Instead of asking her more questions, I decided to change the subject and talk about my day at work.

I tried to act as I usually did every week-end. I don't think Nancy noticed that we had the potential for a big problem. We even made love twice later in bed, and she acted like the loving wife she had always been. On Saturday we went to the zoo with our daughters and we had a lot of fun as a family. For a short time I even forgot about the events of the previous week.

I didn't bother to check on her at noon for the rest of the week since it was my intention to follow her Friday evening after work instead. When my two daughters got home at a quarter pass four that Friday, I was already home waiting for them. After ordering a pizza for them, I explained that I had to go at the office and would be home later in the evening. They were now both old enough to take care of themselves and it didn't bother me to leave them alone in the house as long as they locked the door. I knew they would be sleeping in their room by the time I got back.

I immediately got into my SUV and drove to Nancy's workplace. At five exactly I watched her get into her car. When she left the parking lot she turned in the opposite direction from our home and I knew she was driving toward a pub for her evening out with 'the girls'.

I had no trouble following her, since there was a convoy of six cars between my SUV and my wife's Toyota. We were all driving in the same direction, which I knew was toward a pub, a watering hole or a dance hall - whatever you want to call it.

Ten minutes later I watched Nancy's Toyota and the other six cars entering the parking lot next to a combination bar-restaurant called The Glass Shoe. I remained in my car which I parked at the other end. When everyone was inside, I got out of the car and I walked once around the place. It never hurt to learn as much as possible about the place where the one you are trying to keep an eye on has gone. The pub was relatively far from the rest of the buildings with parking spaces all around it.

On two sides were the streets — since The Glass Shoe was situated on a corner — while the two other sides were defined by a well trimmed five foot high cedar hedge in front of which were parking spaces. Then I noticed the black BMW that had been in the convoy, and into which Nancy had gotten in to go to the restaurant the previous Friday. It was now parked just in front of the cedar hedge, completely apart from the other cars.

In front of the building itself, I observed that there were separate sets of doors, one set led to the restaurant while the other set was the entrance to the bar. At the back there were fire doors for both the bar and the restaurant, but these were for emergency use only. There was also another entrance on the other side - where most of the cars were parked - and this one led also to the bar, but Nancy's group hadn't enter through that door, they had gone through the door leading to the restaurant part of the building.

I went back to my car and began to change into clothes I had brought for that purpose. I put on a baseball cap and a black wind breaker, then I added a pair of glasses to my disguise. Then, so as to change my facial features somewhat, I shoved a protective denture into my mouth — one just like those that boxers wear. I knew I was going to have a hard time talking and drinking with this, but I didn't care since it was not my intention to get into a discussion or to get drunk. When I looked at myself in the rearview mirror I knew that no one was going to recognize me.

I waited another hour in my car before entering the bar. The group with my wife were now seated together near the dance floor, they were drinking and having fun. Including my wife, there were six women and four men in the group. When I saw my wife sitting very close to the same guy she had gone eating with the previous Friday, I became sad and was disappointed. I now figured that something was probably going on between them.

After taking a table at the back and as far away as possible from them I began to observe what was going on. It was darker in that section where I was seated and there were a couple of lonely souls drinking their troubles away, just like me. I knew no one was going to pay attention to me there.

It didn't take long before the music started playing and people began moving to the dace floor. Soon I saw Nancy dancing with the asshole who had been sitting next to her. I noticed that the other three guys, still sitting at their table, had a weird smiles on their faces as they watched them dance. I could tell that Nancy and that bastard were an item, and everyone in the group was observing them.

After a couple of hours, there was only Nancy and another girl, plus two men in the group. The others had gradually left the place. Both couples were now on the dance floor, and my wife had her arms around the neck of this asshole. To anyone there it was easy to see they were lovers. He had both of his hands on Nancy's ass and they were barely moving on the dance floor, they just stood there rubbing their bodies against each other. Then I saw him kiss her and he said something in her ear. I watched her nod her head, and they immediately went out of the building holding hands.

I followed them out. It was already quite dark outside, and I saw them walk hand in hand toward his car. From where I was I watched them getting into the back. I now understood why he had parked his car in the last row of the parking lot so close to the cedar hedge. He KNEW that he wouldn't be bothered there since there was no car near them, and with the hedge at the back of his car he probably felt quite safe there. What were they going to do exactly, how far was Nancy going to let him go? I had to find out so I carefully walked toward the other end of the parking lot, then I went toward the cedar hedge. Staying close to the five foot-high hedge I slowly walked toward their car, while being careful to hide behind parked cars as I went ahead.

Soon I was standing next to the back of his SUV. At first I saw no one inside the car. Then it occurred to me they were probably sitting orlying on the back seat. Since it was very dark where I was, next to the hedge, I knew it would be almost impossible for them to see me from inside the car. So I moved closer still, and I carefully brought my head near one of the back widows of the car.

But when I tried to look inside, I could see absolutely nothing since all the windows were deeply tinted. Still, I could hear muffled voices coming from inside the car. I was now desperate, should I open the door and pull her out, or wait to catch her in the act of cheating. It was difficult for me to make up my mind, but after a minute or so, that decision was no longer mine to make when I noticed that the car was shaking in a rhythmical manner. The bastard was fucking my wife.