A Family AffairbyLittlemissblair©
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Arriving home from my first year of college was not going to be a summer vacation. I already had my summer employment in place and I fully expected three months of hard work. Unfortunately, due to my pride, higher education wasn't free for me.
Occasionally, like now, I regret not allowing my father to pay for my schooling as he so generously offered. In an attempt to show my maturity and independence, I vowed to him I could make it on my own. After all, that's how he did it, and he never failed to boast about it to any one who would listen.
As if I didn't have enough stress in my life, he took me aside my first night home, whispering to me he would like to talk to me in private. He seemed so secretive about it, I was sure he was about to give me some sort of terrible news.
He usually walked our dog "Pepper" every evening so I offered to tag along. I attached the leash to the spoiled little fur ball, laughing as she trembled in gleeful anticipation. She knew the leash meant a walk in the park, her favorite place to run and play.
As soon as we were out of the house I was questioning him. "So, what's the big secret, dad...and don't tell me you're sick or something. I don't think I could handle that kind of bad news right now."
"No honey, nothing like that...it's about your mother...uh...oh god, this is going to be more difficult than I thought."
I could see the worry and pain in his face. Something was really weighing heavily on his mind.
"What is it dad...tell me? You're freaking me out...Is something wrong with Mom? What is it?"
"It is about your mom, punkin, but...but it's not what you might think. Your mom is...damn, this is so hard. Your mom...your mom is...well, to put it bluntly, she's cheating on me."
I felt like he had slapped me across the face. I was totally stunned. He was right, I would have never thought of mom cheating...Not in a million years.
"You've got to be kidding," I blurted out. "Mom! Cheating! I don't believe it. How do you know? Did she admit it? Did you catch her...what?"
He became adamant. "I just know, okay! Jesus, look at her. She's so beautiful. I've seen how men react around her. She's constantly being hit on. Remember those company picnics? Those assholes from the firm would hit on her right in front of me. I wasn't blind, I knew how desirous she looked. She was always a trooper though. Always a lady. She put them down graciously...and with dignity. More than they deserved, the rotten bastards."
I didn't want to hear any of this. I knew what he was talking about. I had my own experiences with her beauty. When I finally made it to high school and started dating, it effected me personally. Boys would come to the house to pick me up for a date and go ga-ga over her! Christ, I was considered one of the prettiest girls in school, but something about an older woman really turned those young boys on.
"So why are you telling me all of this dad. Jesus christ, I have enough to worry about...trying to work and save for next school term. Now you're laying this on me."
"I'm sorry Bethany...I shouldn't have said anything. It's not your problem...it's just, well I didn't have anybody to talk to about it. I'm sorry...don't worry about it, okay. Just keep it to yourself...don't say anything to your mother."
"Who's she having an affair with...is it someone I know?"
"I don't know who it is," he said teary eyed. "I know...I know...your going to say it's all in my head. It's not...I'm sure she's cheating, I just don't know with whom. I'm not even sure I want to know. That sounds strange doesn't it."
"I don't know...christ, this is all strange to me. Well, maybe you don't want to know but I do. I'm going to find out...I don't know how, but I'll find out."
"Now Bethany, what do you think you're going to do. Goddamn it, I knew I shouldn't have told you. I didn't tell you so you would get involved. I just needed a little support. I don't want you doing anything...do you understand?"
"Well, there must be a way too..."
"Goddamn it, you promise me right now you'll stay out of it. Promise me."
"Okay...okay...I promise. So what are you going to do dad, divorce her...move out...make her move out? You have to do something. Damn, I guess now I'm going to be bouncing from house to house every summer I come home from school."
"No, I'm not going to do anything. I love your mother...I don't want to lose her. I'm just hoping it will play itself out, that she'll come to her senses and everything will go back to normal."
"You mean you would forgive her for this? Do nothing?"
"That's right punkin...that's what love is all about isn't it? Now, let's get back home...we both have to get up early tomorrow for work."
Next morning, as I arose from a restless nights, the first thing that popped into my mind was Mom. It didn't matter that dad didn't want me to worry about Mom's affair...I had a vested interest in this family too. How could I not be concerned!
As I sat in the kitchen watching her prepare breakfast, I somehow conjured up these dreadful images of her lying in bed with some guy, naked, legs wrapped around his waist while he fucked her brains out. I could never picture her and Dad having sex together, but with a stranger, I could picture vividly. Weird.
As I eyed her every move around the kitchen, it was obvious why men were always ogling her. She had to be used to it by now. I was. I knew I was blessed with a good body and looks. I got it from her. And there was a time I enjoyed the attention. Now I usually ignore it.
I had this urge to walk up to her and slap her across the face for hurting Dad...for upsetting me! I had to admit though...if she was cheating she sure could hide it well.
I was still thinking about it when I arrived at work. One of dad's attorney friends had offered me a summer job when I came home during christmas break. I don't know whether he was trying to impress dad, or me. Didn't matter. It was a good job that paid very well.
About mid-morning, my supervisor, Mrs Richards, apparently noticed I wasn't concentrating on my work. Not that what I was doing was so terribly difficult, but it did require my full attention. A file clerk wouldn't last long mis-filing important documents.
"You have something on your mind Bethany?" she asked me with apparent concern in her voice. "I mean other than your work. Those documents I gave you earlier go in the big file cabinet over there, not the one you're filing them in."
"Ohhh...jesus, I'm soooo sorry Mrs Richards," I said meekly. I don't know what I was thinking of..."
"Is something bothering you?" she asked. "You haven't been yourself this morning. I know it's your first day but..."
"No...I'll be alright," I answered hastily. "It's just that...well, I need to find out something about someone and I really don't know how to go about it. I'll figure it out though...I won't let it effect my work...I promise."
"You want to find out about some boy, don't you," she said with a smirk. "I know what that's like...I've been there myself."
"You have?" I said, faking interest. "And, you're right, it is a boy problem. I just want to find out if I can trust him."
I really disliked lying to her. It seemed innocent enough though, especially if it would steer her away from probing my real problem.
"I don't know if it's worth it to you," she added, "but for around a hundred dollars you can have all the peace of mind you want."
"I..I don't understand," I said. "What are you suggesting?"
"Private detective. They'll do a background check for you for around a hundred dollars. I tried it once. They do a pretty good job...or at least they did for me."
"Hmmm...A private detective," I echoed." I couldn't believe I hadn't thought of it myself. "Thanks Mrs Richards...that's not a bad idea. Thanks."
At noon I searched thru the Yellow Pages. There were five private detectives agencies listed...and one individual investigator...a woman. What the hell, I thought to myself. I called the woman. Apparently she wasn't very busy...She suggested we meet right away. I agreed to an appointment for that afternoon. To her credit, she did inform me she only worked part time, didn't have a private office, preferring to work out of her home. I agreed to meet her at Denny's for coffee.
I was pleasantly surprised when I arrived at the restaurant. She was an impeccably dressed woman who appeared very professional. She reminded me of my favorite professor at school. Very classy.
She was extremely pleasant and listened to my problem with interest. She virtually assured me she could help. Unfortunately, my supervisor hadn't accounted for inflation. Kelly, she insisted I call her Kelly, quoted me a price of six hundred dollars.
"I'm sorry I've taken up your time," I said as I prepared to leave.
"Now wait a minute," she said hurriedly. "Maybe we can work something out. If you can't afford six hundred dollars, how much can you afford?"
"Maybe three hundred, tops," I said.
She mulled my offer over for a moment...and then, in a very straight forward way, said she might be able to help me for a lesser amount. It would, however, require my assistance. I was all ears.
"Okay...this is what we'll do," She said. "Instead of me following your mom constantly for three or four days, you call me when she leaves the house. I won't do anything until you call me. Don't, however, waste my time if you know she's just going to the supermarket...or to the cleaners. You understand what I mean?"
I told her I fully understood. That's when she requested a check for three hundred dollars up front. I made a mental note...If this woman was successful, I was going to hit dad up for reimbursement. After all, I was doing this for him, not to mention this was an entire week of income for me.
With Kelly's three phone numbers tucked safely away in my purse, I drove home. Every block, every mile, I became more ridden with guilt. I had promised my father I would stay out of it...I had broken that promise. But worst of all, I was spying on my own mother!
A few days later I was beginning to think I may have wasted three hundred dollars. Since I was at work every day I had no way of monitoring my mother's coming and going during the day. She never left the house during the evening and I was beginning to think my dad was full of it...or just plain paranoid.
I phoned the detective and aired my misgivings about our arrangement. Thank god she was sympathetic. She agreed to pick a day at random and shadow my mother from early morning, watching the house to see if she went out anywhere.
Friday afternoon she phoned me at work. "It appears we got lucky Bethany. Your mother left the the house at noon today and went directly to the Regency Hotel. I'm at the hotel now trying to find out where she's at in the building. I've checked the restaurant and lounge...she's not in either place. That means she's in one of the hotel rooms. It may be difficult to pinpoint what room she's renting or visiting, but when and if I find out anything I'll call you back."
I felt anxious the remainder of the day. Now that I could possibly be close to finding out who my mother was having an affair with, I wasn't sure I wanted to know. Well, I really did want to know...I just didn't want it to be a friend of my Dad's. That would surely hurt him all the more.
I was on my way out of the office when the phone rang. It was the detective. "Meet me at Denny's at six o'clock, she said with enthusiasm. "I have some real strange news for you."
"What...what is it," I demanded on the phone. "Just tell me...now."
"No, meet me," she said. "I have pictures and everything."
Oh god...the moment of truth. My stomach ached, tied up in knots. I was going to have to make a decision. Should I share this information with Dad? Will he be mad at me for taking the initiative to find out who mom's lover was? This was beginning to be more difficult to deal with than I had anticipated.
Arriving at Denny's, I spotted the detective sitting in the back booth smiling like a cheshire cat. She was proud of herself...getting to the the bottom of a case on her very first day. I had this strange feeling she did this kind of work for more that just the money. I think she was getting off on the suspense she was creating!
I ordered a cup of coffee before I opened the manila envelope lying on the table.
"Are these the pictures?" I asked as I stared at the envelope.
"Yep, and you don't want to know how I managed to get them. Just suffice to say, this was my finest hour."
My hands trembled as I pulled out at least a dozen 5 x 7 glossies. I blinked once, twice...
"What...what the hell is this?" I blurted out. "That's my mother...Jesus christ, she's naked. What is she doing with...with that woman!"
"Your Mother is definitely cheating on your father," the detective gloated. "But not with a man...with another woman!"
I quickly thumbed thru all of the pictures. They were all absolutely disgusting. But there it was, as plain as day, and in living color. My Mother, on her knees, her face buried between the legs of a stunning blonde woman. And yet another picture, her face mashed against the woman's behind. The picture left no doubt what she was doing. She was tonguing and licking the woman's asshole!
I quickly put the pictures back in the envelope. "So, who is the woman?" I murmured, my eyes welling with tears. "Who is the bitch?"
"I'm pretty sure she's the Tennis Pro at the Briar Cliff Country Club," the detective answered. "Does your parents belong to that club?"
"Yes...yes they do. For several years. But my mother never plays tennis. She doesn't even know how. Maybe she took it up recently, I don't know."
"Well, I will say one thing," the detective whispered. "They are two fine looking women. I've never seen two ladies together like that before. Believe me...they had me pretty worked up by the time I left there."
"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked incredulously. "You mean they turned you on? My god, that's my mother! You have no shame or what?"
"Hey...she's not my mother," the detective said sarcastically." I observed two sexy woman getting it on...and I have to tell you, yes, it turned me on. In fact, just thinking about it turns me on."
"Yeah, I guess the next thing you'll be telling me is I turn you on," I spat out.
"Since you mentioned it," she said.
"Oh my god...are you serious?" I said in amazement. "I can't believe..."
"I'm sorry," she said. "You asked. Listen, I'm telling you...these two did a job on me. I never had feelings one way or the other for women. I don't know what happened...I just freaked out. Now I can't get it out of my mind. I guess you had to be there."
"Well forget it," I said disgustedly. "And stop looking at me like that. Christ, you're supposed to be a professional."
"Your right...your right. I'm sorry. So what are you going to do? Are you going to tell your dad? Are you going to show him the pictures?"
"I don't know what I'm going to do," I said dejectedly. "I just don't know. Listen, I have to go. Thanks for what you've done. I'm certainly not pleased about the results but, well you did your job."
"Okay babe...and listen, if you need anything...you know, need to talk or something, whatever, you have my numbers."
"Yeah...okay," I mumbled. "I appreciate it. I really do. I'll see you."
I felt completely numb as I left the restaurant. I had no idea what I was going to do...but I had the entire weekend to think about it.
If I had been left in the dark about my mother's infidelity, I could never have guessed there was a problem. Her demeanor, and even dad's demeanor, the entire weekend, appeared to be normal. Like a loving, married couple.
By Monday morning I had made a decision. I was not going to tell my dad what I knew. I was going to tell my mother!
I phoned my supervisor and told her I wasn't feeling well. I wanted to speak to my mother alone, while dad was at work. I really felt guilty about lying to my boss but my family problem was too important. I had to at least make the attempt to resolve it. Otherwise, what was the point of all.
As soon as dad left for work, I approached mom. I had every intention of confronting her immediately. She appeared so nervous and jittery, I hesitated. Something was definitely bothering her.
"Why haven't you left for work?" she asked. "You're going to be late."
"I called in sick," I said. "I just wanted to stay home today. Why, am I interfering with something?"
"No, not really," she said, her voice quivering. "Would you excuse me a minute honey. I have to make a quick phone call."
She went into the other room. I quickly tiptoed to the door to listen. "Inga, this is Jesse. Listen, my daughter is staying home from work today. Could I see you later...you know...the other place?"
"Okay," my mother whispered, "I'll see you about two o'clock...good-by."
I stood at the door listening to every word, feeling guilty about eavesdropping on my own mother. But...how else was I supposed to get to the bottom of this.
I quickly ran back to the kitchen table before she returned. "Who were you calling mom?"
"The tennis pro at the club," she said. "I have a tennis lesson today. I wanted to confirm the time."
"So...you're playing tennis now," I said sarcastically. "Interesting. I didn't know they called it tennis now."
"What...what do you mean?" she asked quizzically. "I don't under..."
"Because I know what you've been doing mom, you and that tennis pro. I don't call it tennis. I don't know what you call it. Sex with another woman? For christ sakes, mom...how could you?"
It was now out in the open. She was absolutely stunned. "Oh my god...how did you...how did you find out? Oh my god."
She was visibly shaken. I was glad she felt scared. I wanted to see fear in her. I wanted to see her in pain.
"It doesn't matter how I know, mom. What matters is what you're doing to dad and your marriage...and this family! He thinks you've been cheating on him with some guy. It's just a matter of time till he finds out. What are you going to tell him? How are you going to explain this?"
"Your father suspects?" she asked, seemingly amazed. "How...how could he suspect anything? All he ever does is work and sleep."
At that moment I knew my father hadn't been totally truthful with me. Mom had just eluded to his contribution to their problem.
"Oh honey, I'm so sorry. I swear, I didn't want to hurt anyone. God, this is so terrible...Please tell me your dad doesn't know who I've been..."
"I told you, he thinks you're having an affair with another man. He claims he still loves you. He just wants you to stop."
"I didn't realize he suspected. He's never said anything. My god, this is so terrible. I just...I couldn't help it. It just happened. Part of this is his fault, you know. If he hadn't stopped having sex with me, shutting me out, this would have never happened. I have needs too. Strong needs. He's ignored me for over a year. What did he expect of me?"
This was more than I wanted to know. I couldn't even picture my parents having sex. Now, here I was, having a full blown discussion about their sex life. Maybe I made a mistake, I thought to myself. Maybe I should have kept my nose out of it.
"I just don't understand mom...another woman. Why another woman? I mean, how could this happen?"
She was quiet for a moment. "I happened to get a little tipsy at the club one night," she began explaining. "Your father was ignoring me, as usual. Anyway, Inga was there. She paid attention to me...complimented me...flirted with me. She made me feel attractive and sexy. I was flattered. When she touched me inappropriately, I felt alive again. I didn't stop her. God, Bethany, it felt so good. It had been so long since I had felt such pleasure. The next thing I knew we were outside the club house, kissing and caressing each other. My God, I can't believe I'm telling you this. You must think me such a bad mother...a terrible person. Well, anyway, you might as well know...I had an orgasm. The first one I'd had in months. I was ecstatic."