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Date: Sat, 26 Apr 2003 23:10:02 -0400
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Elephant in the Room


The way you notice things can be strange.  Against a familiar background you 
might not see an elephant.  But look at an unfamiliar background!  Things 
that are commonplace jump out.

That Monday started great.  My best client gave my firm a new project.  To 
thank them and as a kick-off, I took the high mucky-mucks out to lunch at a 
very nice restaurant.  The restaurant was in a different part of the city 
than their offices.  We had some cocktails and an enjoyable conversation 
that took us well past one o'clock.

I was signing the credit card slip.  A movement caught my eye.  I looked up 
and saw the side of my wife's face go by and then turn away towards the 
restrooms.  I still saw her auburn hair for an instant but then she was 
gone.  Why was she here?  She hadn't mentioned a special lunch and this is 
not a place she would go with her friends for a casual meal.

When I got home that night, I couldn't wait to tell her about the project.  
"Honey, Genuine gave us the go-ahead for the tracking project!  We start in 
two weeks.  I'll probably be working late for the first four to six weeks to 
get everything up to speed, but it's going to be really profitable."  Why 
had I said that?  We had started today with some people already in place and 
the schedule was very reasonable.

We talked about the project as she served our dinner.  "How was your day," I 
finally asked.

"Oh, Mr. Nasty called and I had to go down there to run some reports.  He 
wouldn't even let me go to lunch before I ran them.  It was after one 
o'clock before I got to eat."  My wife considers her primary job to be 
babysitting our first grandchild, a two-year old, on the days that our 
daughter-in-law works part time.  After that she has a part time bookkeeping 
business herself with several small firms as clients.  Mr. Nasty was her 
nickname for a particularly disagreeable client who paid top dollar for 
about six hours per month.

I tried not to show my relief.  The restaurant where I had eaten was very 
convenient to Mr. Nasty's office.  "So what did you have for lunch when you 
finally got it?"

"Just my usual salad in the food court," my wife replied.

Maybe I hadn't seen her in the restaurant.  It was just a quick view.  
Forget it.  Enjoy her company.

The next morning I dragged myself out of bed at 5:30 to hit the gym.  Three 
years ago one of the managers at a client dropped dead of a heart attack.  
He was about five years older than me and smoked like a stove, but the event 
caused a reassessment of my lifestyle.  I joined a gym and began to work out 
three or four days a week.  I dropped 40 pounds getting back to within five 
pounds of when we were married.  With the weight training that I was doing, 
my waist was actually an inch smaller than back then.  I tried to be quiet 
as Ann grabbed her last 90 minutes of sleep.

As I passed through the kitchen going to the garage, I noticed my wife's 
planner open on the table.   She has always kept meticulous, even obsessive, 
records, but her business as bookkeeper to multiple firms has made her more 
compulsive than ever about recording every hour billed and mile driven.  I 
turned the page back to the previous day.  There it was, Mr. Nasty, but from 
10AM to noon.  A second entry showed only a single letter at one o'clock, L. 
  Something was out of kilter.  I turned the planner back to where it had 
been opened and went to the gym.

What was going on?  I remembered yesterday's sighting as I put down 45 
minutes on the treadmill.  Ann hadn't been wearing her normal business 
attire.  She normally wore pants suits or sometimes a dress suit.  
Yesterday, the person I had noticed was wearing a figure-flattering dress 
that was upscale for the kind of clients that Ann saw.  I couldn't make 
sense of Ann's planner entries and everything else.  I put it aside as an 
aberration.  Why stir up things that I had probably misunderstood.

That night when I got home, Ann had fixed a nice meal.  With the kids gone, 
most of our cooking was casseroles that would last the two of us for several 
meals.  If we wanted something special, we would go out.  Tonight she had 
cooked salmon with a special glaze and broccoli with a hollandaise sauce.  
After dinner she made us sundaes with hot fudge, caramel and nuts.

A little while later I heard the bath running.  Sex on the weekends was a 
given, but an early bath on a weeknight was our signal for unscheduled sex.  
Normally I was the one making the signal.  Shortly Ann came out dressed in a 
one of her "ready to get laid" nightgowns.

"What's the occasion?"

"Well, my hubby got a big contract yesterday and I wanted to reward him."

"Pavlovian training?"

"Definitely!"

When I got out of the shower, she was in bed reading.  I pulled on my 
pajamas and crawled in beside her.  I began kissing the side of her neck.  
Often she would ask me to wait until she had finished the current page she 
was on.  Tonight she closed the book, turned off her light and rolled toward 
me.

She had lighted some candles in the bedroom.  Even after the harsh lights 
were out, I could see the desire in her brown eyes.  We melted together in a 
kiss.  I could feel her breasts push into me.  At fifty-two after almost 
thirty-one years of marriage she had only gained fifteen pounds since our 
wedding day.  Since she had been skinny when we met, those pounds had only 
added sensuousness to her figure that made her even more desirable now than 
when she was younger.

I ran my hands slowly down her back.  I loved to feel her soft skin 
underneath the nylon.  We continued just necking for five or ten minutes but 
I became impatient to touch the treasures that were hidden.  I scooped up 
the hem of her gown with one hand while kissing down her neck.  I lightly 
caressed the outside of her breasts and then moved to brush my lips over one 
nipple.

"Oh, you tease me so good," she breathed into my ear.

I moved to the other nipple and flicked it with my tongue.  Then I slowly 
licked and kissed my way back to the first nipple.  I made this circuit 
several times then I veered lower.  Licking, kissing and gentle bites 
tracked down to the hair covering her pussy.  I blew some hot puffs of air 
between her legs but I didn't remain there.  I continued down her thigh to 
her knee.

Ann is on the tall side for a woman.  To me, her slender legs were the best 
part of a 5-foot, 7-inch body.  Shifting between her legs, I began licking 
back up her other thigh.  As I moved higher she gradually spread her legs 
opening herself to my tongue.  I licked and sucked gently on the outside of 
her lips until I could no longer stand it.  I plunged my tongue into her 
hot, wet center and then upwards to circle her clit.

When I moved back down, Ann let a small cry of disappointment out. I 
reversed direction and again circled her clit.  Her sweetness was 
intoxicating to me and I knew that I couldn't leave that nub again.  I began 
to slowly flick it.  Ann started to pump her hips in time to my licks.  I 
inserted two fingers inside her as I increased the speed of my tongue.  
Soon, I felt a few small contractions around my fingers.  Then the pulses 
increased and Ann thrust her pussy up into my face and held it there while 
using one hand to pull me into her.

"Unnhhh, unnhh, unnhh, UUUNNNHH, unnhh," came from Ann's mouth.  That 
distinctive combination of moan and laugh made me feel proud.  I knew she 
had had a terrific orgasm.

She relaxed back into the bed and then pulled the back of my head. "Now, I 
want you in me."

I moved up to enter her and leaned over to kiss her.  She kissed me back 
fiercely.  As we broke, she licked the juices off my face like a mother cat 
cleaning a kitten.  She often did this and I'm sure she sensed that I liked 
it.  The tongue washing excited me because it fueled my fantasy of seeing 
her with another woman.  Of course, I had never told her that or spoken of 
my fantasy to her, but she knew that I liked the girl-girl scenes in the 
soft porn that we occasionally watched on Cinemax.

"No, wait," she said as I returned to trying to enter her.  She wrapped her 
arms around me and pulled to one side.  We rolled over and she straddled my 
stomach.

"Let me do the work now."  She inched backwards while reaching between her 
legs.  Grabbing my cock, she rubbed it up and down her slit getting the head 
lubricated.  Then she pulled it to her and began inching down.  She knew she 
was teasing me.  When I tried to thrust up, she shifted upward.

"Remember, slow and steady wins the race."  Her eyes were laughing at me.

"But fast and furious will get you off," I replied.

After more teasing she finally dropped down fully against me.  She began a 
rhythm moving up and down in small arcs.  I watched her face.  Her eyes were 
closed and I could tell that she was savoring the delicious friction.

"Your cock feels so good in me.  My pussy around your cock, delightful."  
Ann is vocal sometimes and likes to describe things to me.

As her speed slowly increased she leaned forward putting her hands on my 
shoulders.  The faster she moved, the lower she let her torso drop until I 
could feel her breasts rubbing across my chest.  I could no longer stay 
still and started thrusting up in sync with her movements.

"Ahh, Bill.  So good.  Sooo goood."  I felt her muscles spasm around me.  
This sent me shooting towards the top and in the next minute I spilled into 
her.  After a few minutes I softened.  Feeling me begin to slip out, she 
reached under her pillow and pulled out some Kleenex that she always stashed 
there.  Rolling to my side she placed them between her legs and snuggled 
against me.

"Sure is nice to have a wife that initiates sex," I thought as I lay there.  
Ann had become more amorous recently, asking for sex in the middle of the 
week several times in the last month or two. "Must be the spring season," I 
reflected before going to sleep.

Next Sunday evening we were reviewing the upcoming week.  "I've got Billy 
tomorrow," Ann reported.

"Is Beth working all day or just the 3 to 11 shift?"  Our daughter-in-law is 
a nurse and her part-time schedule varies week to week.

"All day.  I'll get Billy at 9AM.  Then I've got some errands to run."

The next morning I was on my way to the gym when I noticed Ann's planner 
again.  Curiosity killed the cat.  My curiosity wasn't lethal but the 
results weren't good.  Ann showed Billy at 2PM.  At 11AM was the cryptic, L.

I worried all day, but I didn't know what to do.  Finally, I tried to push L 
and Ann out of my mind.  A thirty-year marriage wasn't going up in flames 
over a suspicion.

Tuesday evening, Ann set freshly cooked food on the table and took an early 
bath.  I didn't ask about the occasion.  I didn't want to know.

"Leave those off.  They just get in the way," Ann spoke after my shower as I 
pulled my pajamas out to put them on.

Wednesday morning I called Herb.  "Look, I've got an employee that I think 
may be having an affair with one of the client employees.  I normally 
wouldn't care, but I think he's doing it between 8 and 5 AND charging the 
client company for his time.  Do you know anyone who might do some tracking 
and surveillance?"

I hope I didn't sound too pathetic.  Herb was a retired captain from the 
local police who I knew at church.  After thirty years of listening to lies, 
he could probably guess what the real problem was.  After all, as the 
employer, I could just read the riot act to one of my employees and there 
would be no more problem.

"One of my detectives used to do some of this on the side.  Let me call him 
and see if he's still doing it or can recommend someone," Herb responded.  
"Are you going to Empty Nesters tomorrow night?  I can tell you then."

"Yeah, we're going, but keep this super quiet.  Don't even tell Ann.  In 
case I'm wrong I don't want any hurt feelings."  If you believe this, Herb, 
I've got a bridge to sell you.

The Empty-Nesters group at church was half couples and half singles all in 
the same age range from about 50 to 70, all with the characteristic lack of 
kids at home.  Ann and I entered together but we both started circulating 
and speaking to our friends.  As always, my first task was to get Ann a 
glass of wine.  At the wine table I ran into Dave.  He was getting wine for 
Judy, his wife.  Since Dave is a computer jock, too, we always have things 
to talk about.  We talked about the upcoming Microsoft release and whether 
that might jumpstart the computer market again.

I delivered the wine to Ann and wandered off to talk to other friends.  I 
was trying to keep an eye on her location so that I could approach Herb 
without Ann being close by.

The first person Ann stopped to talk to was Karen.  Karen had created a 
brief sensation the year before.  We had met Karen and her husband when they 
moved to town about 10 years ago.  He worked at the Super Cola headquarters 
and she was a CPA.  About five years ago, he had dumped Karen for a much 
younger woman at SuperCo.  She had finished raising their two kids.  Two 
years ago the last child had gone to college out of state.  About a year ago 
Karen had begun showing up with a friend at services, a female friend.  The 
two of them had even gone on the Spring Retreat together, sharing a room.  
Several months later the 'friend' had disappeared and Karen was back to 
coming by herself.  As you might expect from this age group, there were many 
disapproving comments.  Ann, though, had stood by Karen.  For one, Karen had 
referred some nice clients to Ann.  More importantly, Ann believed everyone 
should have her own choice of companion and be accepted as she was.

As I continued to unobtrusively work my way to Herb who was in the far back 
corner of the room, Ann moved on to Linda and Larry Freeman.  A handsome 
couple of about sixty, they ran a home-based business.  Ann helped them with 
quarterly reports and year-end summaries of data for their CPA.

I finally got to Herb.  "The guy's name is Joe Delaney," Herb said as he 
slipped me a piece of paper.  "He's expecting your call."

Herb and I moved on to other subjects.  When I looked for Ann again she had 
moved on to talk to Ben Larrimore.  Ben had moved to town last year after a 
divorce.  He was a vice-president at a local bank.  He had been through 
several women just in this group during the last year.  Was he L?

Ann and I continued to circulate until grace was said over the evening meal. 
  Then we found a table together.  It was an enjoyable evening.

Detective Delaney was working the evening shift this week, so I called the 
number that Herb had given me mid-morning.  I briefly described the problem 
of needing to track a female.

"Look," Delaney started. "I'm on the evening shift for the next two weeks so 
I can't track anyone for you right now.  If you are willing to do some 
tracking yourself, I can tell you where to get some equipment that will 
help."

That afternoon I was at Police and Security Supply.  Gary, the owner and a 
retired policeman himself, was very knowledgeable and helpful.

"How much gear do you need?"

Delaney had said that if I could afford it, I could get a device that would 
show the location of a car on a map of the city provided the car didn't go 
too far into the suburbs.  " I want to make sure that I can follow a car in 
the dark.  An acquaintance recommended the Tag-UR-It with map."

"That'll run you about 850 plus tax."

"You take American Express?"

Gary was very helpful, showing me how to put the tracer button on several 
different cars. "One thing that you have to be careful about.  The range on 
the tracer transmitter is only about two miles.  Beyond that, you will 
probably lose the signal."

Gary also reviewed some techniques to prevent detection when following.  
Finally, he made me practice setting everything up and taking it down again. 
  Then he even let me follow him in his car while a clerk watched the store.

I had reminded Ann Thursday morning that I was going to be working at 
Genuine headquarters across town Monday through Thursday evenings until 
10:30 or 11 and that I would eat out those nights.  On Saturday while she 
was grocery shopping I looked in her planner again.  Monday she noted Billy 
at 9AM.  Tuesday, Ann was at one of her clients all day.  Wednesday she had 
no appointments.  Thursday, Billy 2PM.  Friday, a client at 9AM.  Maybe I 
had been wrong.  What was I going to do with a useless $850 toy?

Monday morning I was heading out to exercise.  I saw her planner.  I decided 
to take another look.  There it was: Wednesday, 4PM L.  When had she made 
the arrangements?  We had been in each other's company all day Sunday.  Ann 
liked for us to go to church together.  A family should worship together, 
she always said.  Afterwards, we had brunch with friends.  Then we worked in 
the yard and relaxed.

I had looked in her planner on Saturday.  OH YES, while she had gone grocery 
shopping.  I had offered to go with her but she reminded me that I usually 
went for a jog. "Then when I get back, we can spend the rest of the day 
together, maybe take in a movie." Ann had kissed me on her way out.

Wednesday I rented a car, a small inconspicuous model.  That afternoon I 
parked in an apartment complex about a half-mile from where our street 
turned off the main drag.  It was three o'clock.  I wanted to be early and I 
wanted to check on Ann one last time.  I called her on my cell phone at our 
house.  I often called during the day, especially when I was going to be out 
late.

"Hey, what'cha doin?"

"What a coincidence.  I was just getting ready to call you," she replied. "I 
finished up stitching those new curtains for the guest room.  I think you'll 
really like them."

After some more small talk, "Well, I'm heading over to Genuine now.  I'll 
see you about 11.  Love you."

"Love you, too. Bye"

About 3:20 her car started to move.  She passed the apartments in about 10 
minutes.  I would have had to hustle if she had turned the other way, but 
since this was the direct route to the area where I had seen her in the 
restaurant, it was an easy guess.  I pulled out onto the road a minute 
later, keeping one eye on the traffic and another on the Tag map.  After 
another ten minutes I was sure that she was going to the same area as the 
restaurant.  Her car stopped in the parking lot to Mr. Nasty's office 
building.  The parking lot also serviced an upscale mall, so I entered from 
another way.  I cruised closer until I could verify her car.  It was 3:55, 
and she was in the car waiting for someone.  I parked the rental and got 
out, moving to the end of the row of cars I was on.  Crouching behind 
another car, I took out the small binoculars that I had brought and focused 
on Ann.  She was wearing one of her Basic Blacks and the pearls that I gave 
her for Christmas.

I glanced around and decided that I was too obvious to shoppers coming from 
the mall.  I didn't want to get rousted as a stalker or pervert.  I moved 
quickly into the middle of another group of cars.  Just as I got set up 
again, Ann got out of her car.  She waved and started walking toward the 
office building.  I scanned in the direction that she was heading.  Several 
people were coming from the building but nobody stood out.  I focused back 
on Ann.  Suddenly a man appeared in the field of view and they kissed 
briefly.  I couldn't see him clearly.  The happy couple walked to another 
car and he opened the door for her.  When he turned to walk around to the 
other side, I could see his face.  It was Dave Lytel, my computer buddy from 
Empty Nesters.  I started to get mad but then I realized that if I wanted to 
follow them, I'd have to do it by eyeball since they were taking his car.  I 
quickly scanned it again for make and model and I could see part of the 
license plate.  Then I ran back to my car.

I managed to catch up to them at the first traffic light.  I was one car 
back but I could see that Ann was turned towards him and chattering away.  I 
remembered how she used to do that on our dates before we were married.  
They turned into the restaurant where I had first seen Ann.  As Gary warned 
me, I drove past the restaurant and around the block.  I finally found a 
place where I could see the entrance and Dave's car at the same time.

They had a quick dinner, coming back out in less than an hour.  Other things 
were obviously on their minds.  When they came back out, they were walking 
arm-in-arm.  When he opened the car door for her, they shared a long kiss.  
This was bold since it was near a main thoroughfare and still light.  I had 
guessed wrong though on the direction they would take.  By the time I turned 
around, I had lost sight of Dave's car.

I went back to my corporate office to think.  This was not an innocent 
flirtation.  Any thoughts of that were killed by the last kiss that I saw 
them share.  As I saw it, I had three options:

1) Ignore the affair and hope that it goes away.  I didn't want to end my 
marriage and confronting Ann might goad her into doing something that she 
couldn't back out of.  There was also another marriage that might be upset 
by these revelations.  I had read that these flings are usually over quickly 
(if a year of pain is quick).

2) Confront Ann tonight.  I had seen enough and had enough details that she 
would not be able to explain her way out.  The problem was that I was mad as 
hell and I might precipitate an action that I didn't want.

3) I could gather more information.  It looked like the schedule called for 
one meeting a week.  If they didn't change their routine, I could be 
prepared next week.  Heck, I could get a second tracer button from Gary and 
track Dave's car also.  Although a divorce was not what I wanted, Ann might 
choose that and I could need some specific proof of infidelity.

I decided that Option 2 was out for tonight and I would decide between 
Options 1 and 3 later.  I tried to get some work done but nothing would 
block out the vision of that last kiss.  I closed up my computer about 10:30 
and went home.

Ann was in bed reading when I got in.  "Did you get a lot done," she asked.

"I got stuck on a problem about two hours in and couldn't get past that.  I 
finally gave up for the night."  I didn't try to keep the conversation 
going.  I knew it would only lead to more lies.

Thursday night Ann took another early bath.  I tried to decline saying that 
I was really tired, but she insisted that she do all the work.  I couldn't 
turn that down, so I took a quick shower.

"Lie back." She began by nibbling on my neck.  "I love having such a sexy 
husband," she whispered in my ear.  Her fingertips danced across my chest as 
she rose over me to start a kiss.  While the kiss continued, her hand moved 
downward.  A quick brush over my cock and she caressed down to my thighs.  I 
remembered back to when we had first started dating.  She had been 
enthusiastic but not skillful.  I probably had been the same way.  Now, 
though she knew where every nerve in my body was.

She moved down to kiss and lick across my chest while her hand moved under 
my pajama shorts.  She tickled around the base of my cock and ran her 
fingernails over my balls.  My cock began to erect inside my shorts.

She popped the snap on my shorts and sat up long enough to pull them down.  
Then she lay back down and returned to kissing my chest and stomach.  Her 
hand began to lightly run up and down my shaft.  The friction was not enough 
to move the skin but it still drove my arousal higher.

Her hand gripped me more firmly and she rose up to kiss me.  Right at that 
instance I had a vision of her kissing Dave last night.  I could feel myself 
begin to wilt.  But then she stroked me just right and I grew again.

Now when she kissed down my chest, she didn't stop.  She licked wetly at my 
balls and then up the side of my shaft.  My little head disappeared into her 
mouth and then it reappeared and disappeared several times.  Finally she 
took it in deeper and I felt that exquisite sensation when her tongue moved 
slowly across the underside, back and forth.

Returning to moving her head up and down over me her hand joined the action 
also.  Soon I could feel my body tighten as I began climbing to ecstasy.  I 
spurted into her mouth.  She stayed there gathering my sperm until I 
finished.  Then she swallowed.

She didn't always do that.  Sometimes she'd feel the first twitch and sit 
back and let the drops fall on my stomach or her breasts depending on our 
position.  Tonight I pulled her up to me and kissed her.  An affirmation to 
her that what she had done was appreciated and right, not dirty.  This was 
my gift to her like her licking my face was to me.

Afterwards, before I went to sleep, I remembered my faltering enthusiasm 
when that kiss flashed in my brain.  This could not go on much longer if I 
were to remain under control.

Friday morning there was a new entry in Ann's planner, Monday 4PM L.  I went 
back to Gary and got a second tracer button.  The button was $100 and I paid 
$250 for an extra card in the Tag-UR-It to allow me to see both buttons at 
once.

Monday after lunch I drove by Dave's parking lot in another rental car.  In 
a minute I had his tracer button installed.  Around 3 PM I called Ann and 
then followed her to Dave's parking lot again.  This time when she got out 
of the car, she was carrying a basket and was dressed in a backless 
halter-top with a deep vee neckline, shorts and runners.  For the late 
spring weather, her dress was appropriate.  The outfit was tasteful but very 
sexy.  I had never seen the halter-top before.  The surprising thing was 
that she was braless.  I had never known her to go braless outside our 
house.

This time I followed them to a park by the river.  They parked next to a 
trail running along the base of the hillside and got out.  Once they were 
well into the park I left my car and followed along the trail they had 
taken.  Fortunately, I had dressed casually, but when I climbed up the 
hillside to be in the woods above them, my loafers began to slip on the 
leaves and pine needles.  Still, I managed to catch up to them in about two 
minutes.  Their pace was slow like lovers enjoying each other's company.  
They soon took a smaller trail leading up the hillside.  I crouched down to 
see where they would go.  After about fifty yards Dave seemed to be panting 
a bit.  They turned and walked off the trail into the woods.  Coming to a 
group of bushes, Dave pushed through the foliage and held the branches back 
for Ann to go through.  I climbed higher and got to where I could see 
between the bushes from above them.  Ann spread a blanket on the ground and 
pulled out food for a picnic.

I watched through the binoculars.  I looked at Dave and tried to figure out 
why she had picked him.  He wasn't really fat, but he had a paunch like men 
my age tended to.  If climbing the hill had made him pant, he was out of 
shape also.  I knew that he couldn't be making what I got from my business.  
Ann never wanted for anything.  She was able arrange her schedule to 
baby-sit our grandchild whenever needed and she only worked to have 
something to fill her time.  Judy, Dave's wife, worked full time, probably 
because she had to.  I watched as they ate and talked.  Then the sex play 
began between bites of desert.

My stomach was knotting up but I couldn't put the binoculars down.  Dave 
started kissing the side of her neck, then her lips, but only lightly.  Then 
he kissed back down her neck and past her collar to where the halter-top, 
which tied behind the neck, left most of her shoulder bare.  Lifting his 
head, he gave her a longer kiss on the lips.  This time I noticed that he 
also caressed her breast.  Soon, he kissed around her neck towards the back 
as his hand wandered to her other breast.  Dave pulled the tie behind her 
neck with his teeth.  When he pulled his hand from her breast, the halter 
came with it leaving Ann topless.  Dave began to gently rub his palm across 
her nipples.

I was amazed.  Ann had always been prudish about any public exposure, in 
fact any sexual gestures in public.  Just two years ago we had been driving 
late into the night returning from vacation.  There was little traffic on 
the interstate and I was trying to stay awake.  Ann was lying on the seat 
with her head against my leg, dozing.  I began to unbutton her blouse.  Then 
I reached to unsnap her bra.  This began to rouse her.  Suddenly she snapped 
upright back by her door.  She accused me of not respecting her, wanting to 
expose her to other men, etc.  After all, 'ANYBODY passing could look in and 
see me naked.' Generally, I felt like a heel by the time she finished.

I stopped remembering and began looking through the binoculars again.  I 
heard Ann moan.  Funny, I hadn't been able to hear a word of their 
conversation but her sex noises I heard clearly.  Ann was lying back on the 
blanket.  Dave had his mouth over one breast and was gently twisting the 
nipple of the other one.  Ann moaned louder and shivered.  I could tell that 
she had a small orgasm.  Dave inched his hand down over her stomach and 
began to slide it under the waistband of the shorts.  Ann grabbed his hand 
and sat up.  She said something to him and began to retie her halter.

They threw the remains into the basket and left.  There was no dawdling in 
the pace now.  I followed them down to the path and then out of the park.  
When Dave pulled in he had parked right at the beginning of the path, so I 
had to hang back until they got in the car and drove off.  Then I sprinted 
to my car.  I caught up to them and began trailing them again.  They went 
back towards Dave's office but then veered off.  Shortly, they pulled into 
an older motel.  They didn't go to the office.  Instead, they pulled up in 
front of an outside entrance and went in.  Dave (or Ann?) must have already 
registered and gotten the key.

I felt bad enough that I didn't want to wait around to see how long they 
would stay.  I left the motel and went to my office.

I still had the three options from last Wednesday.  I didn't have any more 
explicit evidence than before.  I had more details that could be 
corroborated in court but still nothing concrete, especially since I had not 
waited to see how long they stayed at the motel.  I finally decided to call 
Delaney the next day.

He had told me that he would be on the evening shift this week also, so I 
called the number at 9AM.

"Hello, Joe.  I talked to you two weeks ago.  Herb recommended me?"

"Oh yeah.  I remember."

"Well, I got the tracking equipment that you suggested and tracked the lady. 
  She doesn't seem to be the lady that I thought.  The first time I tracked 
her to dinner but then got caught in traffic and lost the car.  Last night 
though I followed her and the guy to a motel."

"Gee, I'm sorry."

"Yeah.  Well, shit happens."  I rarely use four-letter words and the 
vehemence of my language startled me. "Can you get me something more 
concrete?"

"What do you want?  Receipts?"

"That would be good, but I was thinking of pictures.  Maybe videotape.  I 
know they make small cameras that you can hide."

"Sure.  But you have to get them in the room that will be used.  And then 
you have to record at the right time."

"How much will it cost?"

"Let's see.  I've got the equipment, you pay for any breakage.  I'll have to 
generously tip a hotel clerk.  My time to put the camera in and retrieve it 
afterwards.  Say a thousand."

"Do it.  The motel is the Dogwood Inn on Magnolia Ave in the Dusty Plains 
area."

"I know where it is.  I'll see if they used it before."

"OK.  The names are Dave Lytel and Ann Childers."

"They won't have used their real names.  Can you get me a picture of them?"

"I can get you one of Ann.  I'll tell you where Dave works and what his car 
looks like.  You'll have to get the picture yourself."

We quickly made arrangements to meet so I could give Joe an advance and let 
him copy the frequency of the tracer buttons that I had put on Ann's and 
Dave's cars.

That night when I got home after "working late," Ann was perfumed and bathed 
and waiting with a glass of wine.  I knew this would happen so I had eaten a 
chili pepper just one mile from home.  My eyes and nose were watering and I 
begged off claiming I was coming down with a cold.

On Friday I called Joe and told him that Tuesday had been chosen this coming 
week.  He confirmed that the couple had used the motel six times before and 
that each time Ann had rented the room.  My stomach twisted in knots when I 
heard that.  I couldn't eat the rest of the day.

Tuesday I waited at the office for Joe to bring me the tape.  He got there 
about 10:30PM.  I paid his bill immediately and took the tape and other 
material he had gathered.  Then I called Ann from my cell phone and told her 
I was in the middle of solving a problem and I would be late tonight.  I 
went to our training room and put the tape in our VCR and turned it on.

The first minute showed the interior of a motel room with no one in it.  
Delaney had told me that he started the taping when they entered the motel 
from the parking lot.  The door opened and Ann walked in followed by Dave.  
She dropped her purse into the chair beside the door.  Then she turned 
around and they began to kiss.  He slowly lowered her zipper.  Again she was 
braless.  He pulled the dress off one shoulder and began to nibble a nipple. 
  She stepped back and shrugged her shoulders and the dress pooled at her 
feet.  The only things she was wearing now were black thigh-highs and high 
heels.

"Did you believe me when I said I wasn't wearing panties?"  Ann's voice was 
almost hoarse with lust.

"I almost came in my shorts when you told me that at dinner.  Then you 
wouldn't let me see until now.  God, you are a tease!"

"Look at what I did to the dress."  Ann bent over and picked it up.  She 
pulled the skirt to her nose and then held it out to Dave. "I'll have to 
have it cleaned to get the juices out."

His tongue licked the fabric. "Great vintage.  I'll have to drink some 
direct from the bottle."

"Now, you're overdressed."  She reached for his belt while he shucked his 
jacket and pulled off his tie and shirt.  By the time she pushed down his 
underwear he was half hard.  She dropped to one knee and he balanced on her 
shoulder as she pulled off his shoes and socks and he stepped out of his 
pants. "My own lollipop."  She licked up one side of his tool, down the 
other and swirled her tongue over his balls. Then she took the head into her 
mouth.  I could see her move slightly back and forth and her cheeks expand 
and contract.

"You are so good at that.  So gentle and yet the total sensations drive me 
wild."  He pumped his hips slowly and fucked her mouth in time to her sucks. 
  By now he was fully erect.  He touched her shoulder again and gestured for 
her to rise. "I've got much better uses for this than that wonderful, 
beautiful mouth."

They kissed again as they slowly moved to the bed.  Ann fell back on it 
pulling Dave after her.  He licked down her throat to her chest then 
consumed one of her nipples in his mouth.  The angle of the camera and the 
way they lay on the bed didn't give me much detail as he moved his head to 
the junction of her thighs.  She spread her legs but from where she was 
laying one leg slipped off to the floor.  Ann wiggled around to the middle 
of the bed.

Dave started over kissing from her ankle upward to her knee then slowly 
moved up her thigh, licking and sucking alternately.  Ann began to moan 
almost continually as he approached her center.  She cried out when his 
mouth covered her lower lips.  One leg wrapped over his shoulder, the black 
stocking and high heel showing lewdly against his white back.  Soon she 
convulsed and let out that long sound between a laugh and moan that I knew 
signaled a tremendous orgasm.  She relaxed completely and then pulled Dave's 
shoulders.

"Get in me!  I've got to have you in me now!"

Dave moved forward and started to slowly pump in short strokes.  He 
gradually increased the depth of the strokes until he was obviously entering 
her fully each time.

"Oh! That's so good," Ann moaned.  Her hips began to thrust up against him.

Dave increased the tempo of his movements. "Not wearing panties!"  He was 
talking in her ear.  "I thought I would have to leave the table to relieve 
myself every time I imagined what you looked like."

"Now! Now!"  Ann jammed her hips up against his and her body went rigid.

"Oh!  So good!" Dave pushed down hard into her and held still. Then he 
collapsed and rolled off her.

After a few minutes, Ann rolled to her side leaning against him. "You make 
me come so good.  I feel like Jell-O sometimes."

They lay like that for a while just resting.  Then Ann rose. "I've got to 
potty and clean up.  I'll be right back."  She kicked off her heels before 
entering the bathroom.

Dave waited until she came back out then he made the same trip.  While he 
was in the bathroom, Ann removed her hose.  She dropped them by her purse.  
Leaning over she reached into the leather bag, took something out, and then 
put it under the pillow where she had been lying.

When Dave returned they began making out again.  Slower this time, they were 
alternately stroking each other.  Sometimes the caresses would wander below 
the waist but for a long period the two were very gentle and sensual.

Ann suddenly broke their embrace and kneeled beside Dave's head.  She pulled 
her lower lips open.  "See how wet you make me with your kisses.  Now let me 
take care of you for a while."

She began kissing down his chest until she was at his cock.  It was 
semi-hard again and she began playfully touching it, making it bounce some, 
then licking his balls and returning to kiss the hair across his belly.  
Slowly she sucked him once more.  Whenever she stopped sucking him to lick 
around and kiss other areas, her hand continued to stroke him.

"Ann, I'm getting close again."

She sat up.  "I brought some KY.  I want you to do me back there."

I was confused.  What was she talking about?

"Ann!  I love your ass.  So soft and pliable."

She moved to a position on all fours in the middle of the bed while she 
pulled a tube from under her pillow.  She handed it to Dave as he moved 
behind her.  He squirted the KY onto his fingers and ran them up and down 
her crack.  Then I saw him put one finger into her.  After a couple of 
in-and-out motions he inserted two, then three, and finally four fingers.  
He plunged the fingers into her several more times.

My cock was hard and I opened my pants.  I began stroking myself as the 
scene unfolded.

She dropped her shoulders to the bed as he moved directly behind her.  He 
paused briefly to squeeze some KY directly onto his cock and smear it 
around.  Then he began to push into her.  Much slower than when he had 
entered her pussy but he pressed forward, nevertheless.  I saw her face 
screwed up in concentration but she didn't make any noise.  Once he was 
buried to the hilt he started to reverse.

"No, wait a second!  I always have to get used to the feel."

Always?  How often did they do this?  She sometimes let me play there with 
one finger but I had never been offered this.

"Okay.  Go slow," she said.

Dave started to withdraw and then reversed.  His speed continued to increase 
over the next few minutes and I heard a new sound for Ann.

"Rrrrrr, Rrrrrr."  Almost a purr but increasing in loudness, she started 
swaying slightly from side to side.

"What a wonderful body.  So skilled!  You're driving me wild!"  On the last 
syllable Dave pressed forward and simultaneously pulled her hips backward.

"Ahh, YES!"  Ann exclaimed.

I spurted once, twice, three times.  Then I grabbed my pants and ran to the 
bathroom where I heaved my dinner.

When I came back, they were recovering.

"Now my favorite time, bath time," Dave was saying.

"I wish we could make love all night but not tonight.  My three orgasms took 
too long.  I can only get in and shower quickly before I have to get home.  
Last night Bill came in about 10:15.  I need to have everything put up and 
be changed before he gets there.

She disappeared into the bathroom and was back out in five minutes.  While 
Dave took his turn, she put on her makeup and dressed.  Dave tossed on his 
clothes, not bothering with the tie or jacket.  They paused for one long 
kiss and then left.  The tape ran for about another minute and then went 
black.


The next morning I called a guy that I knew who did videos of weddings and 
other events.  I took the tape over about noon to get it reproduced.

Jim welcomed me in.

"This isn't a bootleg of a popular movie," I explained.  "It's homemade.  
The wife and I were fooling around with our video camera last weekend and, 
well, you know.  She wants to get rid of it.  I'd sort of like to keep it as 
a reminder when we get old.  Can you reproduce it?  That way I could keep a 
copy and yet still show her that I destroyed the one we made."

"Sure.  No prob."

"We don't have to watch it to copy it, do we?"

"I'll make the copy.  After that, I'll leave you alone for a few minutes so 
you can scan it to make sure the copy is good."

I left Jim's place and went directly to a bank near the office where neither 
Ann, I, or my business had ever had an account.  I rented a Safety Deposit 
box.  Into it I put the video copy, motel receipts and some still pictures 
that Delaney had taken.

Wednesday evening, I again claimed I was working very late.  Ann was asleep 
by the time I got home.  She was all primped and powdered though, expecting 
to make love.  I thought of that phrase.  Who was she making love with now 
and who was she just having sex with?

Saturday I told Ann that I wanted to grill steaks.  While she was grocery 
shopping, I slipped the tape into the VCR and cued it to the first scene.

I grilled while she put in the baked potatoes and broccoli.  I opened a nice 
bottle of wine.  We had a pleasant meal on the deck with interesting 
conversation.  I wondered if this would be the last such conversation.  It 
was up to Ann now.

After we had cleared the dinner dishes and cleaned up the kitchen I told Ann 
that I had a movie that we could watch.  She wanted to know what it was but 
I insisted that it be a surprise.  When she sat down, I hit PLAY on the 
remote.

Since I knew what was coming, I watched Ann's face.  The first few seconds 
showed a closed door in a bedroom.  She looked interested.  Then the door 
opened and Ann entered followed by Dave.  When she saw her own face, she did 
a double take and went pale.  When the kiss started she spoke.

"Stop it."  Her voice was very thin, as if she'd been hit in the solar 
plexus and had the wind knocked out of her.

"What did you say?"  I pretended not to hear her.  The tape was showing Dave 
unzipping her dress and pulling the shoulder down.

"Stop it," she said in a conversational tone.  As Dave bent to kiss her 
nipple, she broke. "STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT!  Oh, god," she groaned and 
collapsed sideways on the couch.

"What?  You don't want to see such a fine performance?  You don't want to 
hear those lines, what was it?  Oh yes, 'You make me come so good.' Or how 
about 'I wish we could make love all night.'"

"How about that acting when you spread your cunt lips and tell him how wet 
he makes you."  I had vowed to not mentally abuse her, but I had to vent 
some rage and I knew the coarse language would hit her hard.

"I can explain this."  She sat back up and seemed to have gotten control of 
herself.

"You can explain the seven motel receipts with your signature in your maiden 
name?  What a lame cover-up.  And you felt like you had to pay for sex?"

She glanced at the TV.  I looked, too.  It was showing her licking around 
his tool and balls while she knelt on the floor.

"Please, I can't talk to you with that running.  Just shut it off and let's 
talk."

"Yeah.  You obviously don't get to talk much while you're with Dave."  On 
the tape Ann was enthusiastically sucking Dave.

She lunged off the couch and across the room to hit the OFF button on the 
TV.  The VCR continued to run.

"Where did you get that?"

"What?  You've been doing this so much that you think I might have bought 
this on the Internet?"

"You bastard!  You know what I mean."

"Where or how I got it is of no concern.  What is of concern is why this 
happened."

"If you had been home more evenings for dinner, it wouldn't have happened."  
Ann was trying to regain the initiative and blame it all on me.

"Thirty years ago WE took a vow of fidelity.  I don't remember a clause in 
there that said 'Unless you don't come home for dinner on time.'"

"Well, Dave needs me all the time.  His wife is frigid and he's had a 
sexless marriage for a long time."

"Gee, did he just hand you a Good for Ten Free Fucks card from his Monopoly 
game?"  She winced when I used that word. "Did he also tell you he'd respect 
you in the morning?  Men have been using that frigid line forever, and you 
bought it?  You are dim."

"I don't have to stand here and be insulted."

"You're acting like I'm the one that played the slut."  When our eyes met, 
she at least had enough guilt to look away quickly like a dog caught beside 
her own mess. "I ought to go out and have an affair myself and see how you 
feel."  Now I was getting carried away.  I didn't want to go tit-for-tat.

"You wouldn't dare!"

"I always thought that you wouldn't dare either."

"I don't have to put up with this.  I'm going to bed."

"If you want, but you sleep in the guest room tonight.  You won't come back 
to OUR bedroom unless you're rid of a third person.  Even the king size bed 
won't hold us all in comfort."

"Well, I've slept in the guest room often enough because of your snoring.  
I'll be comfortable there."  Points to Ann.

"Well, if you think Dave doesn't snore just look at that fat on him, and, if 
he pants just climbing a small hill in the park, he's horribly out of 
shape."

"He's not fat, just a little padded.  And he's in good enough shape to last 
for a good while; I should say a GOOD TIME.  Hey, wait."  She paused. "How 
long have you known about this?"  She finally registered the full import of 
my comment about the hill.

"Long enough to know you're not as shy about public nudity as you used to 
be!"  Points to me.

"You son-of-a-bitch, if you had taken care of me, this wouldn't have 
happened."  She stormed off slamming the door to the guest room.

I flicked back on the TV.

"Oh!  That's so good," Ann moaned as Dave was moving back and forth.

I barely made it to the bathroom before the steak spewed out.

Sunday I got up about 10.  When I came out, the guest room door was closed.  
I started coffee and fixed myself a very light breakfast.

Ann appeared about 10 minutes later.  Her eyes were puffy and red and she 
looked like she hadn't slept much but she didn't speak.  She just started to 
fix a bowl of cereal.

I got up, walked behind her and put my hands on her shoulders.  "The past 
can't be changed but there is still a future.  I'd like it to be with you."

She turned around and buried her face in my shoulder. "I can't believe what 
I've done.  Can you forgive me," she sobbed.

"I can, but I need to understand what happened, when it happened and why it 
happened.  Let's get some coffee and talk."

We fixed cups in silence and drifted into the den.

"You haven't still got tha, tha, that awful tape in there?" The TV had a 
gray screen where I had forgotten to turn it off last night.

"No.  I took it out last night." I walked over to the remote and turned the 
TV off. "Tell me what happened."  I sat at the other end of the couch from 
her.

"Well, I'm sure you know that Dave works in the same building as Mr. Nasty.  
I didn't know that he worked there until I met him in the food court one day 
at lunch.  We talked as friends do.  The next time I was there, he was there 
again.  After the third time we bumped into each other for lunch, he 
suggested that next time I was in the area that he take me out for lunch."

"You thought this was innocent?"

"I don't know what I thought, but it was fun and seemed harmless.  He 
flirted with me and gave me compliments on my looks and clothes."

"I tell you all the time how pretty you are and how good you look in your 
outfits.  I've even heard your friends both unmarried and married tell you 
how nice it must be to have a husband who appreciates you like I do."

"Yes, but you're supposed to do that.  It's like a mother bragging about her 
kids.  You don't know if it's true until you have outside confirmation.  
It's so flattering when someone outside your family notices you.  Anyway, 
before the next time I was there, I called him and we made plans.  That 
lunch was at a restaurant in the mall.  It was longer and more flirtatious 
on both sides but nothing more.  Then a week later Dave called me and said 
he was going to a morning meeting out this way.  He wanted to meet me for 
lunch afterwards."  Ann paused as if trying to decide what to say.

"When did this happen?" I wanted to know how long the affair had been going 
on.

"In early March.  I knew something more was going on but I managed to 
convince myself that it was all friendship, just happened to be in the area 
and so forth.  Anyway, he took me to a late lunch at Le Gard.  He parked out 
back.  I thought it was unusual to park so far from the front but he said he 
wanted his car in the shade.  We both had a couple of glasses of wine and 
didn't finish until after 2.  When we came out his was the only car in the 
parking lot on that side of the building.  Instead of unlocking the door he 
kissed me, just a brush of the lips, really.  I felt a rush knowing I was 
still desirable to a man so I didn't do anything.  He took that as 
encouragement and kissed me again, this time with tongue. When my tongue 
touched his, he slid his hand up from my waist to brush the outside of my 
breast."  She paused again.

"Go on."  I wasn't sure I wanted to hear more, but I couldn't stop myself.

"I felt giddy, like I was back in high school.  I got wet almost 
immediately.  Dave stopped, I thought, and put me into the car.  Being March 
it was still cool and having the car in the shade, the temperature inside 
was comfortable.  When he got in, he slid across the seat and began kissing 
me again.  I was wearing a dress that buttoned to the waist.  He unbuttoned 
it part way and put his hand inside.  As you know, every bra I have fastens 
in front and he quickly had it open and was fondling my breasts.  My head 
was spinning and everything was moving fast.  He unbuttoned the rest of the 
buttons.  He bent to take a nipple in his mouth while his hand slid down 
past my waist and under the tops of my panty hose and panties.  I couldn't 
stop him.  I didn't even try.  It was so dangerous and exciting.  I came 
almost as soon as he touched my clit."  She hung her head and started crying 
softly.

I moved to sit beside her and hold her.  After a while she stopped and 
looked up at me.

"Can I stay," she asked in a small voice.

"That's all I ever wanted.  Stay with me and me alone.
		'Grow old with me,
		The Best is yet to be.'
So says the poet."

"How did you find out?"

"You remember when I got the tracking project with Genuine?  I decided to 
take them to lunch at the Hart and Boar.  I saw you there."

"What about Judy?"

"That's somebody else's marriage.  Let them figure it out, but if this stops 
now, they won't hear anything from me.  I'll tell you though, in the 
instances I know about, the guy has been tomcatting about for a long time 
and the wife knows but just won't say anything.  There's more than one 
reason to act frigid in bed."

"You won't have an affair yourself?"

Okay.  You've won.  Be generous in victory.  But I couldn't quite let it go. 
"I don't know.  You've hurt me a lot.  I can't promise you right now."

She hung her head in acceptance.


CHAPTER 2

Whom the gods would tear down, they first build up.

I insisted that we get some counseling before we started having sex again.  
One reason was that I knew it would take time before I could get some of 
those images from the videotape out of my head.

We had twice weekly sessions for six weeks.  We dredged up old hurts and 
healed them over properly.  We discussed Ann's affair, her emotions and 
mine.  Finally, I felt like we were a couple again.  I hoped Ann truly felt 
the same.

Things went well for about six months.  The sex, if anything had improved.  
I took some hints from what I had seen on the tape.  Ann also allowed me 
some new liberties and gave me some new teases.  I tried not to think about 
where she had learned them.

Then we were invited to a holiday party at one of our friends.  It was like 
any other large holiday party, loud with lots of drinking, flirting and 
daffiness.  I didn't realize it, but my ego was still tender.  As the 
evening progressed, Ann had too much wine.  I could hear her voice become 
louder and she became flirtier.  Then, I saw a guy with his arm around her 
waist and she was leaning against him.  I tried to push any ideas away but 
he continued to hang around her and over the next hour his hand slipped from 
her waist southward.  Before it could go too much lower, I brought her a 
fresh glass of wine and invited Ann to look at an objet 'd arte, elsewhere 
in the house.

When we left the party, Ann could tell that I was upset.

"What's wrong," she asked.

"That creep Arty.  Hanging all over you like that.  And YOU let him."

"Aw, c'mon.  He didn't do anything and his wife was around.  You could have 
done something sooner if you had cared."

"I was hoping you'd do something to let him know you were off limits."

"Hey, he didn't do anything.  And it was a party.  I didn't want to make a 
scene."

The nooky that I had been planning on earlier in the evening faded away as 
we each turned to the far sides of our bed.

The following week some salesmen from FarmerInThe were in town for a day.  
My firm does a lot of business with them.  They wanted to take Ann and me to 
dinner.  Unfortunately, that night Ann was babysitting Billy so that our 
son, Jack, and his wife could go to his company's Christmas Party.

I met the two-person sales team for drinks at their downtown hotel.  We 
hadn't even been served our first drink when I noticed a cute blonde take a 
seat at the bar.  She looked to be in her late twenties with a nice shape.  
Her tanned legs were emphasized by the mini-dress she was wearing.  An old 
frat-house phrase jumped to my mind, legs long enough to reach to heaven.

"Wow!  Look at that one." the junior sales guy said.  After a few off-color 
comments about the blonde, we drifted to other topics.  The blonde continued 
to be in my field of view so I could see her being joined by a man in his 
forties.  They talked; finished up the drinks they had and left.

We decided on dinner at the hotel restaurant and finished about two hours 
later.  As I was walking through the lobby to leave, I passed the entrance 
to the bar.  The same blonde as earlier was there talking to a younger guy 
now.  "Ah, a working girl," I thought as I pushed through the revolving door 
to the valet stand.

On my way home I thought about the girl.  Then I thought about Ann at the 
party last week.  I began to form a plan.

"Are you open Friday afternoon?"  Ann had returned from her babysitting gig 
and I was setting things in motion.

"Let me check."  She went to her planner.  "Sure.  What's up?"

"I thought maybe we'd have an early dinner and go see the Nutcracker, if I 
can get tickets.  Maybe stay down at the Hyatt, drink champagne, and pretend 
we're doing something naughty."

"Ohhh. You are so baaad!"

Friday, we checked into the Hyatt about 4PM.  Ann was already dressed but I 
took a quick shower and changed into the suit, shirt and tie that she had 
picked out for me.

Before we left the room, I put a bottle of champagne on ice for when we 
returned.  The ice would melt before then but the bottle would still be 
cold.

We got to the restaurant about 5.  After a leisurely two-plus hour dinner we 
caught a taxi to the ballet and then, later, a taxi back to the hotel.  When 
we got into the lobby, I spoke to Ann.

"Honey, I've got to go take a leak real bad.  I'm going to run to the 
restroom off the lobby.  Here's the room key.  You go on up and I'll be 
there in a minute."  I thrust the key at her and hurried off like it was 
really urgent.

I did take a brief leak, but then I made sure I took a long time washing my 
hands, just in case the up elevator was slow.  I took the three, crisp 100's 
out of my wallet and folded them in quarters.  I walked out of the john and 
into the bar.  The blonde was there.  I walked over to her.

"Was that your wife?"

"Yes."

"She's really pretty, slim but curvy.  I'm going to enjoy this."

"Twenty minutes, room 1108." I slipped the bills into her hand and went to 
the elevators.

When I got to our room, I took off my tie, shoes and socks.  I removed two 
candles from my bag and lit them, turning off the rest of the lights.  Then 
I opened the champagne with a small pop and poured two glasses.

Ann came out of the bathroom wearing the new baby doll outfit that I'd 
bought this week.  It wasn't sheer, but the top tied in three bows down the 
front making for easy access and the panties were just slightly more than a 
thong.

"Here's to us," I toasted, "and I do mean that.  Bottoms up."

"To us," she replied.  She downed her glass and I poured another round of 
the fizzy.

"You remember that I still have an affair coming?"

Her head jerked up.

"A woman will be joining us in about ten minutes."

"You want me to watch while you have sex with another woman?!!  This is 
about that party last week isn't it?"

"Partly.  But no, I couldn't make you watch and I don't really want another 
woman.  BUT, I do want to watch another woman have sex with you.  After all, 
it's every man's fantasy, seeing two beautiful women together."

"NO WAY!  I'm not a lesbian.  I never even practiced-kissed another girl.  
I've never even thought about it."

"I know you're not a lesbian.  I told her that you would not be an active 
participant.  All you have to do is lie there and let her make love to you.  
Close your eyes and pretend like it's me after a really close shave and when 
I haven't had my hair cut for a while."

"I don't think so."

"Do this and it'll be over."

She paced up and down the room for a few minutes.  Walking up to me she put 
a finger in my face.  "I'm just laying there and no funny stuff on her 
part."

"I'll be here to stop anything that you complain about."

A knock on the door froze us both in place for an instant.  "I'll get it."

I ushered the blonde into the room. "Ann, this is Winnie.  Winnie, Ann."

"Would you like a glass of champagne?"

"Please."

The silence stretched out as I poured a third glass and gave it to Winnie.  
She sipped it briefly turning her head to watch Ann.  Ann took a small sip 
from her glass but looked out the hotel window ignoring Winnie and me.

Winnie put down her glass and moved beside Ann. "Your neck is so graceful."  
She touched Ann's shoulder and pushed against it to turn her.  Ann jumped 
but also turned. "Your eyes are so deep and expressive."

I sat down on a chair where I could see the two of them now and then later 
on the bed.  Winnie needed to seduce Ann enough to get her to relax and 
accept the night's activities.  I recognized that I might learn something 
from this.

"Do you mind if I take off my dress?" Ann nodded assent.  Winnie turned her 
back to Ann. "Unzip me, please."  The zipper moved smoothly down and Winnie 
stepped to the room's small desk.  First, she kicked off her heels.  After 
that, she pulled the dress from her shoulders and pushed it down her hips.  
Stepping out of the dress she folded it and laid it on the desk.  Turning 
back toward the room, she was now wearing only thigh-highs.  I could here 
the swish of the nylon as she walked back to Ann.

Ann watched as Winnie approached.   "That color looks so good on you." 
Winnie smoothed the nightgown against Ann's side as she continued her 
seduction. "It sets off your hair so well." Winnie pushed back an errant 
strand from in front of Ann's ear. "Why don't you lie down on the bed."  
With gentle nudges she positioned Ann near the middle of the bed and knelt 
beside Ann but opposite from me so that I could see everything that was 
going on.  With her legs spread open, even in the dim light I could see 
wetness glistening between Winnie's lower lips.

She lay down beside Ann but so that her head was at the level of Ann's 
chest.  When Ann felt the crinkly hair over Winnie's pussy against her leg, 
she stiffened briefly, but then relaxed.

The blonde reached to the bottom bow and pulled on it separating the 
material across Ann's tummy. "Your skin looks so soft and smooth."  She 
pulled on the second bow. "It excites me so much seeing you like this.  Your 
creamy skin is so sexy."  As the third bow came undone, one breast was 
exposed.  As the fingertips dropped the satin material, they descended and 
began to trace gently around the soft mound.  Then the tan face lowered so 
that the lips could take in the nipple.  When Ann moaned, I knew that Winnie 
had completed the seduction.

The blonde used her tongue alternately on both breasts. After several 
minutes her free hand trailed downward to the juncture of Ann's thighs and 
began a light massage of her pussy.  Ann's legs relaxed sideways and then 
pulled up and spread apart inviting the dancing fingers into the damp slit.

"Ohh.  OHHH."  Ann's moans were soft but distinct.  Her arms pulled Winnie's 
head against her breast.  But Winnie ducked her head under the arms and 
licked lightly down the soft skin, while her fingers continued to move 
around.  First, a couple would enter the pussy and then pull out to let one 
slide up to the waiting clit.

I could see the small red tongue extend to begin flicking at the clit as the 
fingers journeyed back below.  Winnie moved between Ann's legs.  She 
crouched on her knees with her ass in the air.  I was tempted to move over 
and finger-fuck her, but I did not want this to be about my actions.

After just a few minutes, Ann's hips began to pump against the blond head 
between her legs.  First slowly and then faster but with an irregular tempo 
she thrust up.  "Oh god, oh god, oh god."  She was building toward a peak.  
"Uuuhh.  Uuhhh.  Uuuhhh.  UUUHHH.  Uuhh.  Uhhhhhh."

Ann went completely limp.  Winnie sat back and looked at her, then she 
straddled her legs and began to lightly kiss up Ann's body.  Ann didn't 
respond until Winnie got to her breastbone.  From this position, Winnie's 
breasts began to drag across Ann's skin.  I saw Ann's stomach ripple from 
the touch but no other response.

Winnie pecked a kiss at each nipple but then continued north.  Finally, her 
face was above Ann's.  She leaned down and kissed her.  I slid forward in 
the chair, expecting a protest.  Ann did stiffen, but then she relaxed and I 
saw the two mouths working together.  When Winnie broke the kiss, Ann looked 
over at me.  Her tongue extended and began lapping at Winnie's face.  
Without breaking my gaze, she cleaned the moisture from around the lips and 
nose.  Her eyes were smoldering with desire.

"You can let yourself out, can't you Winnie?  I've got a prior engagement 
with a stiff cock."

Winnie giggled and moved quickly to her folded dress.

"Come here!"  Ann's voice was hoarse.  I stood and began removing my clothes 
as I walked to the bed.  By the time I knelt on the bed nude, I had heard 
the door close behind Winnie.


Late in February I came home to a dinner of Salmon Florentine and baked 
potato.  "We've had so many casseroles, lately," Ann explained.

After her bath, Ann came out wearing the baby doll that I hadn't seen since 
our night downtown in the hotel.  She sat on the arm of my chair and leaned 
over.  "What're you reading," she asked.  Her breast was brushing the side 
of my face.

"A story called 'Rabbit and Titmouse' evidently."

"Don't rabbits live in burrows?  I can show you a nice warm burrow."

"Would this burrow be hard to find?"

"By the time you get there I think it'll be hard."

When I slipped into bed, Ann rolled over and attacked me.  Her tongue 
entered my mouth first as she caressed my back.  I stroked her breasts for a 
short time but then she began to push my bottoms southward.  After three 
strokes of her hand I was erect.

She turned around and took my cock into her mouth.  Simultaneously, she 
hoisted her leg over me and pushed her pussy into my face.  I am not a man 
to deny any reasonable request that a lady makes.  I pulled her thong to one 
side and began to lick.  I couldn't reach her clit from where I was so I 
slipped lower in the bed until my tongue could reach her nub.  I inhaled her 
rich scent and nuzzled her with my nose as I rapidly flicked her clit.  She 
built quickly to her orgasm.  Her head fell to my belly, as she could no 
longer continue her wonderful ministrations.

"Oh, Bill. Ohhhhh. Oooooohh.  Nnngg.  NNNNGGG."

I quit nibbling her clit with my tongue and just lazily lapped along her 
lips as she lay on me for a minute, recovering

"You are so good," she groaned as she rolled off me.  She turned around and 
kissed me.  Then she got back up on all fours. "We were discussing furry 
things?  How about bitches in heat?"

"Only if I can pet them."  I moved behind her and started to enter her from 
the rear.  At the same time I reached around to begin gently caressing her 
clit again.  I slowly entered her, moving in short strokes to tease her.  
She was certainly wet enough that gathering lubrication was not a problem.  
She began to thrust her hips back against me.

"Harder, harder," she demanded.

"Slow and steady wins the race." I matched my stroking so that she still was 
not getting much relief.

"Oooooh.  Come on!" She changed to a side-to-side wiggle that would get her 
G-spot no matter what I was doing.

I began to lengthen my movements.  "You are so hot tonight.  When you leaned 
over me, brushing your breasts across my cheek, I got hard instantly.  I am 
so lucky to have you as a lover."

I added my other hand to the one already playing in her pussy and swiped my 
thumb back and forth between her lips.  When it was soaked, I moved it back 
in front of me and gradually worked it into her ass.  Ann was making 
continual noises now.  I increased my speed.  Suddenly her ass pulsed around 
my thumb, then her pussy gripped my cock.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god." She slowly slid down on the bed as all her 
muscles relaxed.  I was left waving in the wind.  I moved to lie down beside 
her.

After a short while she turned her head.  Leaving her head on the mattress, 
she looked at me out of one eye. "I'm so fast tonight and haven't taken care 
of you at all.  Unfortunately, I'm worn out.  Hmmm, how about these?"

Ann was pushing her breasts together.  She is not overly endowed but has 
enough that I have enjoyed sliding between them occasionally.  I enjoyed it 
more when we were playing some mild D/S fantasies but any port in a storm.  
I moved to straddle her chest.

"Wait a sec."  She reached for the bottle of hand cream from her bedside 
table.  She slathered some around and rolled back.  As I moved across her, 
she took my cock in her hand and spread what was left of the cream around 
the base. "Now." She looked up at me and licked her lips.

I started to slide back and forth.  Every time I moved forward, she would 
lick the head with her tongue.  The sensations were building fast.

"It feels so slick," she was looking directly into my eyes. "Watch what I'm 
doing." She grasped her nipples gently and twisted them in time to my 
rhythm.  I increased the tempo as I felt her tongue and watched her fingers.

"Give me a necklace." She knew me too well.  I began to spurt across her 
chest and neck, and then I fell to the side, relaxed now.

"God, she's hot," I thought as I began falling asleep.  "Lately our sex life 
has really taken off."

The thing about infidelity is not the sex.  It's the mistrust.  In any 
marriage there are things we hide from our spouses.  He doesn't want her to 
know that he stopped at a strip bar with some of his friends one afternoon.  
She doesn't want him to know she bought a $200 pair of shoes.  If such 
trivial things are discovered, you get past them quickly.  But if the basic 
trust is gone then mannerisms like shifty eyes, or the tone of voice that we 
learn about each other over the years can get blown up and cause us to do 
things that we wouldn't have before.

The flittering thought that I had last night about Ann spicing up our sex 
life was just such a thing.  Two years ago I would have said, "You've got a 
sexy wife.  It's great that she's letting it show." Now, I wanted to know 
why.  Before I left, I looked for Ann's planner.  I finally found it in her 
car.

The page from two days before was empty.  Relief.  Just your imagination.  
Nagging doubt.  When had we made love last week?  Thursday, look back at 
Wednesday.  Nothing.  No wait, what's that little dot at 11AM?  Now back to 
day before yesterday.  A little dot there also at 1PM.  Back two weeks.  
There, a little dot again.

I went to the gym, but my heart wasn't in it.  I ran long enough to break a 
sweat and then left.  I got coffee and sat in my car until it was time for 
me to go back home.

When I got to the office, the first call that I made was to Joe Delaney.  I 
left a message on his answering machine.

The second call was to Jeff Moore, the attorney that handled our corporate 
paperwork.  I made an appointment to see him that afternoon.  If this was a 
repeat with Dave, or even if Ann had someone new, I couldn't take it again.

Joe Delaney called back at lunchtime. "Mr. Childers, I didn't expect to hear 
from you again."

"Joe, I had hoped that I wouldn't need you again.  I'm having a problem 
similar to last year."

"Is the problem in the daytime or evening?"

"It seems to be during the day.  I don't want to do anything myself this 
time.  Can you do the research yourself?"  Why was I dancing around with all 
these euphemisms?  This was sounding like a bad spy novel.

"I can't do anything this week.  The next four weeks I'm on evenings and I 
could do the research.  Do you still have the tracer buttons?"

"Yeah, but I don't remember too much about them."

"If we can get together tomorrow evening, you bring the buttons.  We'll test 
them and make arrangements."


Later I was sitting in Jeff Moore's office. "This is a delicate and personal 
request.  Ann and I are having problems and it may come to divorce."

"I'm sorry."

"Me, too.  Can you recommend three attorneys?  I'll call and schedule 
interviews with them.  Of course, Ann will need one also.  If it comes to 
that, should she get her own list or should I let her pick from the list you 
make for me?"

"Have you two tried counseling?"

"Yeah, we did that last year and I thought we were okay, but something has 
come up again and I don't think it's good."

"I'll make up two lists, one for each of you."


I discovered the dot for the next week by looking in her planner on Saturday 
while she was grocery shopping.  I made an excuse to go into the office and 
I called Joe with the information.

Joe called me back on Wednesday.  "This is going to be tougher than before.  
They're using a private house."

"So?"

"At the motel, the desk clerk let me into the room.  He gave me permission 
to be there.  Now, to install the equipment, I'm going to have to get in 
without permission.  To do that I'm going to have to watch the house and 
figure out a schedule for when people are there and not there.  The house is 
pretty big so I should put cameras in two different rooms.  I'm also going 
to have to get in to get the equipment back out.  Fortunately, this house 
doesn't have a burglar alarm."

"This is making me nervous."

"I've done it before.  Usually, I can get the guys downtown to lend me 
equipment to give me a cover, like a gas company truck or something.  Of 
course, arranging the lending costs moola.  But it will take more work, and 
if the truck or whatever I need is being used for active police work, the 
schedule might be affected."

"Bottom line?"

"Two thou for the tape.  No promises on the schedule, yet."

"Okay, do it."

It took three weeks of me scanning Ann's planner before Joe got results.  
"Got the tape.  I was also able to get into the house right afterwards and 
get the equipment out.  I had mounted two cameras, one in the den and one in 
the bedroom, so I have two different tapes.  I'll edit them together and 
bring them by tonight, if you want?"

It was 4 o'clock.  "What time will you be here?  I'll tell the security 
guard downstairs to let you in."

"Say, eight."

"See you then."

I called Ann about 5 and told her I was working late at the office.

Joe delivered on time.  "I was across the street in a gas truck when the 
lady went in, so I took a video of her parking and going inside and added 
that to the tape.  Here's a file showing the dates I tracked her, where they 
went, how long they spent.  Also name, address and employment of the other 
one."

"Thanks."  I was feeling dull and depressed, not mad like last year.  I had 
hoped everything would work out and here it was falling apart.

As Joe promised, the tape started with Ann's car pulling into the driveway.  
The house was in an upscale neighborhood.  It was hard to tell but the size 
was well above average, perhaps 3500 or 4000 square feet in two stories.  It 
was on a small lot though as was the trend these days.

Ann got out, casual as you please, and walked up to the front door.  At 
least this time she was dressed modestly and seemed to have a bra on.  Her 
lover must have been watching, because as soon as she hit the top step, the 
door opened.  Looking from a bright street into the house, I couldn't tell 
who she was meeting.

The tape switched to an interior scene, the den that Joe had mentioned.  I 
could hear voices in the background for a few minutes but I couldn't make 
out the conversation, then Ann came into the room evidently through a door 
that the camera couldn't see.  She walked across the room and put a tray 
with two salads onto the coffee table in front of the couch.

"Come on," she called out and sat down on the couch.  The couch was across 
the room and facing the camera.

Another person entered the room.  "Gee, this guy is a wimp," I thought.  He 
was small, with a slight build and a shaggy haircut.  The person put a glass 
of wine on a coaster and pulled over another coaster and put a second glass 
down.  "Come on," I thought.  "Turn around and let's see who you are, you 
bastard." Finally, the person moved around the coffee table to the couch and 
sat down.

I was suddenly confused.  The person I was trying to recognize was a woman!  
And I did recognize her.  I opened the folder that Joe had left and 
confirmed it.  Ann was having an affair with Karen, the CPA from church.

I was shocked and for a while I didn't listen to anything on the tape.  Then 
I noticed the women putting down their salad plates and leaning back with 
the remainder of the wine.  Karen put her free arm around Ann and Ann leaned 
back against her.

"You know this almost didn't happen, don't you," Karen asked.

"That would have been horrible," Ann responded.

"Well, it's true.  The first lunch you invited me to in January, you told 
me, was to show appreciation for the clients that I had sent your way.  I 
thought that was nice and I enjoyed myself.  That's why I accepted your 
second invitation to lunch two weeks later.  But that lunch was 
uncomfortable for me."

"No!  I didn't mean for that to be that way."

"Well, when you steered the conversation around to my relationship to Joan.  
Especially, since you started into what it was like to be with a woman, 
well, I thought that you were sort of a voyeur or maybe gathering stories to 
tell Bill.  I almost turned down your third invitation the next week."

"Why didn't you?"

"It was the anniversary of when I met Joan and I was feeling down in the 
dumps.  I thought 'Let the straight girl pay for her stories.  I'll give her 
some.'"

"And then you discovered that I wasn't so straight."

"I'd never been to Francoise's before.  You getting us that corner booth 
inside with a candle, I immediately thought, 'This is romantic.  I wish I 
could have brought Joan here.'  I felt even worse, but I also decided to be 
nicer to you if I could."

"And then I dropped that confession on you."

"I immediately knew how much of a chance you were taking, telling me that.  
Having your first experience just a few weeks earlier.  And then admitting 
to yourself that you liked it and wanted to experience everything, I admired 
your courage.  It's not easy for a straight, married woman to take that 
step."

"The first lunch was to find out if you were seeing anybody.  If you were, 
then I would have had to look elsewhere, maybe even go back to Winnie and 
rent her for an afternoon.  I almost did anyway.  It took me two weeks to 
get up the courage to call you again."

"I was trying to be seductive," Ann continued.  "I went out and bought that 
peasant blouse because it showed so much cleavage, not that I have that 
much, and I wore it without a bra.  I kept trying to steer the conversation 
around to sexuality and get to a point where I could just slip in a casual 
question, 'Would you like desert, perhaps, in my bedroom?'  But I did it all 
wrong.  I finally realized that everything I was doing was just making it 
worse.  After kicking myself for several days, I decided to try again.  If 
you would have lunch with me one more time, I would just lay it all out for 
you.  Pun intended."

"I'm glad that you tried once more.  I'm can't imagine not knowing you as a 
lover.  I look forward to our meetings, and I'm depressed the next day that 
we aren't together all the time."

"Don't get all weepy on me, now.  I want to be with you, too.  I'm just not 
sure how all this is going to work out."  Ann got up and began pacing.

"Men think it's so simple.  Sex here," she held out her right hand, "and 
love here." She extended her left.  She paused. "Thinking about my fling 
with Dave last year, maybe it is like that sometimes.  Most of the time, 
though, it's all intertwined," she interlaced both hands. "I love Bill.  
We've got over thirty-one years and two kids.  I can't just leave."

"Well, if he can't satisfy you and I can," Karen's voice trailed off as the 
boast hung in the air.

"That's not it.  He does satisfy me just like you do, but in a different 
way, not less, not more.  Don't force me to make a choice!"  Ann dropped 
back down on the couch and they were silent for a couple of minutes.

"Well, so far, it's worked out better than I could have hoped.  You could 
have just been a one-night stand.  Now I AM ready for desert."  Karen put 
down her wine glass and stood up.  Ann did the same.

The scene switched to a bedroom just as the two of them walked in holding 
hands.  They didn't say anything at first, just took off their slacks, 
blouses and bras.  They were so neat.  A guy would have just thrown his 
clothes in a semi-ordered heap over a chair.  They both straightened the 
creases and folded everything nicely.  Even the bras were displayed as if 
they were still in a lingerie drawer.  They turned down the bed and crawled 
to meet in the middle.

After a long kiss, Ann was stroking Karen's breasts.  "You are so 
beautiful." Karen was that and her breasts were her prime assets.  Ann could 
barely cover one of the C-cups with her hand, but they were firm and stood 
up proudly on her chest.

Ann began tracing lazy figure eights around Karen's mounds.  After two 
circuits she zeroed in on one nipple.  Karen moaned as I saw the Ann's red 
tongue flick lightly against the erect tissue.  Then she gave the same 
treatment to the other nipple.

Ann started making random bites across the soft skin.  At the same time one 
hand caressed down across the slightly rounded stomach and onto the thighs 
that had splayed apart.  Ann separated her legs also and I noticed that one 
of Karen's hands had disappeared between the two soft bodies.

Ann's hand moved back up to lightly stroke Karen's pussy.  Then she began to 
expand the area where she was nibbling on Karen's chest down toward her 
belly and then she moved between the two outstretched legs.  Her lips 
remained above the soft hair tickling her chin.

"You're teasing me, again.  Give me what I want."

"What do you want?"

"You know." Karen pumped her hips up against Ann.

"Tell me."

"I want your tongue in me.  I want you to lick me and make me cry out.  I 
want you to turn around so I can do it to you."

The women shifted, lying on their sides diagonally across the bed.  The 
camera angle was perfect.  This had to be one of the most erotic visions 
that I had ever seen, the auburn hair between the white legs and next to the 
glossy black down of the brunette's lower belly.  I saw both pairs of hips 
begin to undulate slowly.  The soft moans and wet licks were picked up 
clearly on the tape.

I could also see the black curls slowly move from the ginger-covered clit to 
far back between the other pair of legs.  I saw an arm move down there. "Oh 
yes, baby.  Touch me right there."

I opened my trousers and reached for my almost painfully hard cock.  I was 
watching my wife lick another woman's pussy.  I hoped to hold off until they 
climaxed but I couldn't.  After only about two minutes my cock erupted in a 
geyser.  I continued to watch.

The brunette hips began to gyrate faster.  "God, do me, do me.  NOW!  Ohhhhh 
lorrrd."

The brunette curls stopped moving and the auburn tresses only moved small 
distances.

Karen extended an arm and used her palm to tease Ann's nipples.  Then she 
curled her body around between the legs I was so familiar with as Ann rolled 
to her back.

Karen lowered her head.  The camera was now viewing from one side but the 
small movements of the brunette curls let me know exactly what was going on. 
  The knees slowly drew up and open. Then a hand from the brunette snaked 
out going under one knee and extended to begin playing with a breast.  
First, a caress over the nipple then the hand moved over to the other 
nipple.  The fingertips trailed back across and caught the first nipple 
lightly.  The head was now moving in time to the hips flexing up and down.  
The hand continued to toy with the nipple.  I noticed that Karen's other 
elbow was moving in and out slightly, the fingers obviously working inside 
Ann.  The hips movements became more frantic as a rising moan issued form 
Ann's lips.  Then the fingers toying with the nipple grasped it harshly and 
pulled upward sharply.

"Uuuuuhh, uuuuhhh, uuuuhhh, UUUUHHHH, UUUHHH, uuuhhh."

I didn't know what to do.  There was a sour taste in my mouth.  If Ann had 
been with a guy, I would have hired a lawyer tomorrow, but this seemed 
different.  I couldn't explain why, but it was.  If Ann had just discovered 
her bisexuality, maybe she would share herself with both of us.  Could I 
continue like that?  I didn't want to lose her.

This was serious on her part, though.  I could tell by the conversation in 
the den that the relationship was deeper than the lust I had seen last year 
with Dave.  What to do, what to do?

I decided that I couldn't decide.  I continued to play like there was 
nothing going on.  This time I had no problem accepting the added sex from 
Ann.  Even if I imagined the two of them together while Ann and I were 
together, it merely increased my desire.  Every man's fantasy, isn't that 
what I had told her?

The world continued to spin on its axis for several months.  Then it fell 
off.

I continue to check her planner occasionally.  The dots were still there 
once a week.  Then I noticed a new entry, a cryptic S, a new lover?  The dot 
and the S were on different days for four weeks.  Then one Monday on the way 
to the gym, I looked at her schedule.  There was no dot entry and no S 
entry.  Both lovers had gone out of town the same week?

In the afternoon about 4 o'clock I was working at the office when the 
receptionist buzzed.

"Mr. Childers, there's a Mr. Jones to see you."

"Who's he with?"

"He just says that he has a special delivery for you.  Says it won't take a 
minute.  Not a sales pitch."

"Bring him back," as if I didn't have enough to do.

She brought a young man into my office.  I rose and stuck out my hand.

"Mr. Childers?"  He didn't offer to shake hands.

"Yes," I said dropping my hand.

"This is for you."  He handed me a large envelope and left.

I sat back down.  There was just my name on the outside.  I opened it and 
withdrew a large sheaf of papers.  On the top was a business letter.

"Dear Mr. William J. Childers:

Enclosed are the preliminary papers filed in Family Court pursuant to 
divorce proceedings
		Ann M. Childers vs. William J. Childers

We represent Ms. Childers.  Please have your attorney or other legal 
representative contact us at your convenience.

Very truly yours,

James J. Smithwright, Esq.
Attorney at Law"

For a minute I felt the room spinning around.  I reread the letter and then 
I glanced at the attached papers.  At first I couldn't comprehend what had 
happened.  Finally, the world started moving again.  I called Ann at home.  
No answer. I called her cell phone, again no answer.  I rushed out to my car 
to drive home.

When I got there Ann's car was gone.  I ran to the door and fumbled with my 
keys trying to unlock it.  After several tries I got it open.

"Ann, Ann?" I called several times, as if she would be here without her car. 
  I walked back to our bedroom.  The top of her dresser was bare.  I saw the 
open door to her closet.  The closet was empty.  I pulled two drawers out of 
her dresser, also empty.  Then I saw a sheet of paper folded and propped up 
on my chest of drawers.  I opened it and read the note in her handwriting.

"Dear Bill,

	I'm sorry to leave this way but I was too much of a coward to tell you to 
your face.

I reached a point where I knew I had to make a decision and whichever way I 
decided was going to hurt a person I loved.  I finally realized that I 
couldn't be the wife you need.  You deserve a wife who is faithful to you 
and I can no longer be that wife.

Please don't make this harder by trying to find me and win me back.  That 
will only prolong the pain for both of us.

We had thirty wonderful years together and a great success in raising two 
terrific children.  I hope that you can remember that about me.

Although I am gone from your life you will always be in my heart.

Love,
Ann"

That was two months ago.  Today is Sunday.  I saw Ann and Karen in church 
together.






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