64 comments/ 131118 views/ 9 favorites The Elephant By: johngalt47 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 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 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. The Elephant 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 Elephant 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.