Chapter 1

My first try at writing. I haven't taken the time to find an editor so I am sure the writing could be better. I would welcome constructive suggestions and how you liked the story. Thanks

This is your "almost" typical story of a cheating wife, an unsuspecting husband, and a decision to be made concerning the marriage. However, there are some circumstances which may not allow me to follow all the so called normal reactions and responses to the affair or affairs. (Who knows how many men or how many times before I found out?) Let me set the stage as to what has happened and ask for your help on what I should do.

My wife (Jenny) and I (William, not Bill or Will, but William) have been married a long time. Thirty years, and we lived together for four years before marriage. Both of us had been married and divorced before we met. I have a son from my first marriage and Jenny and I raised the boy and we now have a grandson.

We are now in our golden years, I am 64 and she just turned 60. Neither of us have movie star looks; Jenny is very petite, with pixie like looks and has the cutest rear I have ever seen and the body of a woman 20 years younger. My wife is precious to me and I think she is the most beautiful women in the world. I love and cherish her and I'm sure she feels the same way about me. It is evident in the way we care for and treat each other. We are best friends and confidants.

So what is the problem, you might ask.

My loving, caring, cherished wife is sleeping with other men. I say men though it might be just one man, the one I caught her with.

Let me give you a little background on myself and what has caused the problems I am facing. I am 64, average height, and a little overweight. I have had a heart condition for about eight years and am on several medications. One of the side effects of some of these medicines is an inability to maintain an erection for very long. We are very loving to each other, with a lot of kissing, hugging and grab ass; but I am unable to perform a good old fashioned screwing. Aye, there's the rub, my wife has always been a big fan of intercourse. So for eight years she has had to depend on some toys (which she really doesn't care for much) and oral gratification. This was fine for a while, but apparently not for a steady diet.

I am sort of retired, I have a small business that keeps me busy 2 or 3 days a week, but my wife is still working. Thank God. Don't know how we would have made it without her excellent salary and health insurance.

The company she works for has meetings at least every quarter, sometimes more, and she sometimes has to travel to the district office for these meetings. She is usually gone just two or three days and will fly out on a Thursday morning and back on Saturday morning.

Once a year, there is a big district meeting, to which the spouses are invited and the company foots the bill. We fly out on Wednesday and return on Saturday or Sunday. Very nice, I go and play golf for two days while my wife goes to meetings. It was at one of the big meetings where I began to notice something was just not right.

After checking into our room on Wednesday, we went down to lobby bar to relax and wait for dinner. The meetings and my golf would start the next day. We were sitting at the bar when one of her co-workers walked up to us. I hadn't met him before as he worked at the district office. He walked behind Jenny and put both hands on her shoulders and began a gentle massage. Jenny leaned forward to remove his hands and said "Henry, this is my husband William. Honey this is Henry Jackson, he is my counterpart at the district office."

Henry is a nice looking man around six feet and 200 lbs and about 40 to 45. I shook hands with Henry and said I was glad to meet him and that Jenny had mentioned what a good manager he was. Henry said "Please to meet you Willie, I didn't realize that Jenny's husband was quite this old; no wonder."

"Excuse me", I said, "my name is William, it was my grandfather's name and I prefer not to disrespect his memory by shortening it, and what do you mean "no wonder."

"Oh sorry, and nothing at all, see you all at dinner" he replied with a smirk on his face.

After he left, I turned to Jenny and asked "What the hell was that about? He treats you like his property by putting his hands all over you, disrespects me and made that comment, "No wonder. What did he mean by that, Jenny? What the fuck is going on?"

A shadow past over Jenny's face and then she recovered and said " Henry was just awkward with people and didn't mean anything and after all he did say he was sorry. His wife didn't come to this meeting and he is just a little lonely. Forget about him and let's just enjoy our drinks and our dinner before going up to our room."

I didn't want to let it go, but decided maybe I was just tired from the flight and was over reacting. However, it kept hovering in the back of my mind. We went up to our room and I gave my wife a sexy massage and ran a hot bath for her. While I was starting her bath the phone beside the bed rang.

Jenny picked it up, and I overheard the following: "What are you doing calling my room and why were you so disrespectful to William downstairs? Yes, yes, I can't wait much longer either, but we have to be careful. I don't want to ruin my marriage so you behave until tomorrow afternoon, okay Henry?"

As she came into the bathroom, I ask "Who was on the phone?" She said it was the front desk wanting to know if everything was okay in the room and did we need anything. Son of a bitch, she lied right to my face, son of a bitch.

"How long are your meetings tomorrow? If you can slip away in the afternoon, I will give up golf and spend the day with you looking around the city."

Jenny answered, "the meetings will go until about 5:00 with drinks and dinner starting at 6:00. Go ahead and enjoy your golf game."

Now I may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but I'm not totally stupid and had a feeling there were things going on that I needed to check out. I told Jenny, " My tee time is for 10 tomorrow. I'll eat lunch at the course and I should be back to the hotel between 4 and 5. That will give me time to get ready for dinner."

The next morning Jenny got dressed in a nice business pants suit and as she left for her meetings, kissed me and told me to enjoy my game. Well you know I didn't go to play golf that day. I just left the hotel around 10 and drove around until about 1.

I returned to the hotel and as I walked into the lobby saw a group of my wife's co-workers at the bar. The bar is an oval with service from all sides and I sat in a sort of undercover spot and listened to the talk. I heard their plans for the afternoon.

I also heard them talking about some of the workers having a party in the private room at the hotel's lounge. One guy said they should be more careful as some of them had their spouses along on this trip. One of the other men said Henry had better cool it. Her husband is here, it's not the same as the quarterly meetings One lady said it was different at the quarterly meetings because no spouses came to those and the people could party hardy. Of course I had to check out this private party after the event at the bar yesterday and hearing Henry's name.

I walked into the lounge and went to the door to the private room. The door wouldn't open and the bartender said it was locked for a private party. I walked over to the bar and laid a fifty dollar bill down and asked, "Is there any way that the lock on the door had broken and didn't work properly?"

He just smiled at me and picked up the money. "There's no way that it broke but I'll unlock it for you. Give me 5 minutes."

I got a beer and sat at a table for 10 minutes or so. I don't know how I managed to wait as long as I did, but got up and tried the door again. As I started to enter the room the bartender said "Be careful I heard the guy say he used to box in the golden gloves."

I told him I wasn't going to cause any trouble; I just wanted to check out some things. I slowly opened the door and peeked around the corner. The were three couples in the room in various stages of undress. The couple I was looking for was behind a table in the dimly lit corner.

Henry was sitting in a big chair and Jenny was straddling his lap facing him. She was no longer wearing the pants suit but had changed to a very short skirt and an almost see through blouse and no bra. Her top was almost totally open and her nipples were trying to push out through the blouse. Henry was stroking her breast with one hand and running his other hand up and down her leg, going under her skirt sometimes. A pair of black lace panties was thrown on the table in front of them.

My Jenny, my wife, my best friend, the love of my life and my soul mate was fucking around with another man. I wondered if I was having a heart attack as there was a pounding in my chest and I felt like I would upchuck. I slowly began to feel better, but felt a tremendous white anger begin to surface. I always carry a digital camera on these trips to take pictures of the golf courses I play and had it with me. Adjusting the setting for low light, I took several pictures of Jenny and that asshole Henry. Then I slipped out of the room before they saw me. What do I do now? Should I rush in and confront them, should I wait and get my revenge later? What?

My friend the bartender looked up and said "Sorry dude." "I assume that one of the ladies is your wife or girlfriend."

I asked him when they came in and he answered, "About 12:30 and asked for the private room. They have done this before." He said I looked like I could use a drink and I ordered a double bourbon. He sat it on the bar and said "On the house."

I laid another fifty on the bar and asked "Would you call my room when they leave?"

He slid the fifty back to me and he said he would be glad to. " Went through the same thing myself about a year ago."

I went back to my room to wait and got the call about 4:00 that they were leaving. Time enough for her to clean up the evidence of her "Afternoon Delight" I thought. Jenny didn't see me as she rushed into our room. I was at the seating area of the room which you can't see from the sleeping area. She began to change back into the pants suit that was laying on the bed. I said "Hi Honey, how was your meeting?"

Jenny jumped about a foot into the air. "Oh, you back already" Jenny said. She looked a little flushed and very nervous and tried to hide that she was changing back into the pants suit.

"Yeah, I tweaked my back a little bit and decided to call it a day, but I should be okay by tomorrow" I offered. "I see you changed your outfit, I thought you looked very nice this morning when you left."

"Oh, I spilled something on the pants and changed between sessions. Have you already showered for dinner", she asked.

"Yeah, I'll go down to the bar and wait for you, see you in a bit". I got up and gave her a kiss and started toward the door. I opened the door and remembered I had left my card key on the desk, closed the door and started back into the room when I heard her on the phone.

She was telling someone that I had come back early and they would not be having another drink together liked they had planned, but they could have a few dances after dinner. Opening and closing the door very quietly I went down to the bar and ordered double bourbon and sat at a table.

Jenny came down to join me and we went in to dinner. A few minutes later, my pal Henry walked by us to the bar and got a drink. "Hey Henry, why don't you join us?", I suggested.

He looked a little uneasy, but agreed and sat down at our table. "Henry and Jenny let me show you the pictures I took today on my travels." I placed the camera in front of them and started to scroll through the pictures I had take in the private room earlier. Henry become increasingly disturbed and nervous and got up to leave after the first two or three pictures.

Jenny had her head down with her face cover and was crying and moaning "No, oh god, please no."

Henry then seemed to grow a pair of balls and said "So what, she was there willingly and I don't think you can do anything about it old man."