Jake's Tale

I told her I had some important work to do in my home office. Sarah spent the morning in her garden. While she was outside I grabbed the handbag she always carries and went to work. The microphone I purchased was a little bit larger than a fountain pen. I made a small incision in the lining of her handbag and slipped in the mic. With all the junk she keeps in her bag, I wasn't worried about her finding either the small tear or the mic. I tested the reception by placing the bag next to the radio and went downstairs to the garage with the receiver. I could hear the radio DJ and could even understand his words, so this was going to work.

I walked out to the garden and kissed Sarah on the top of the head.

"Sorry, I just got a call from work. That last install has a power issue and I need to get on a plane first thing tomorrow."

Sarah turned to me, but didn't say a word right away. It was almost like I could see the wheels turning behind her eyes. I almost got sick again.

"How long will you be gone?"

"I don't know, you know these power problems are always the toughest to fix. Two days at the most, but I'll call Monday afternoon to let you know if I'll be home Monday night or some time Tuesday. Thanks for being so understanding." Those last words were the hardest to get past my teeth. I went back to my office and pretended I was listening to music on my headset while I was working on my computer. I had the outlet for the receiver on a splitter, one line to the headset, the other to the recorder. The receiver and recorder were hidden, if Sarah looked in she'd think I was listening to music.

I didn't have to wait long. Sarah went into our bedroom to get her phone from her handbag. She must have been sitting right next to the bag because I could hear both sides of the conversation.

"Kevin, can you talk?"

"Yes, Kelly is still at her sister's in New York. She'll be there all week."

"Jake just told me he may be in Spokane Monday night. Can you keep it open until I find out when he gets home? He'll confirm tomorrow afternoon."

"I'm off tomorrow. If you can, meet me here and we'll have a repeat of Thursday."

"OK, I've got to go. I'll call tomorrow."

Did he say Thursday? Did they screw Thursday before I got home? Did that mean when I was going down on Sarah, I was sucking his cum out of her cunt? It took me another hour to settle down and go downstairs. Sarah was still out in the garden; I grabbed my keys and called out to her that I was headed to Bill's for a bit. I told her I'd be home for dinner and drove as calmly as I could over to my friend's.

Bill and Kate were sitting on their patio when I rang the bell.

"Damn, you look like crap, what happened?" Bill led me out to the patio and grabbed me a beer from the cooler. Kate asked if she needed to leave us alone.

"No Kate, please stay. I need to ask you a question. I hope you won't be offended by this, but has Sarah ever talked to you about your and Bill's lifestyle?"

"Jake, if you're asking me if Sarah ever asked about me having screwed other men, then the answer is "no." If she had asked, I would have done everything to discourage her. I know you're not like Bill and you have no desire to share Sarah. Does that answer your question? What's this all about?"

Bill responded, "I didn't say anything to you because it was all conjecture, but Jake suspects Sarah is having an affair with Kevin Shearer." Bill looked back at me, "And since you're here Jake, I take it something happened that confirms your suspicions?"

"You can say that." I played them the tape.

Bill and Kate sat there listening to the short conversation with stunned looks on both of their faces.

Kate was the first to speak, "I never would have guessed. You two always seemed so happy. This is just so out of character for Sarah. I'm sorry, what can we do?"

Bill looked me in the eyes, "First, nothing on this tape actually mentions sex. It's implied of course, but it's not spoken. So, do you want proof? Next, if it's true, what do you want to do? Can you salvage the marriage if Sarah had an affair?"

"I'll call Sarah tomorrow and tell her I have to stay in Spokane Monday night. If they get together, I'll have my proof. And if it's true, I could never live with her if she screwed that asshole."

Bill, Kate and I sat and talked for another hour. They calmed me down and I drove home. Sarah had dinner ready, we chatted a bit about her afternoon phone call with our daughter. After we cleaned the kitchen, I went upstairs to bed because "I have an early flight." She came up soon after and laid down next to me. She cuddled against my back while I pretended to sleep wondering if this would be the last time we shared these moments together.

Monday morning I woke at 4:30 to catch my imaginary 6:30 flight to Spokane. Sarah was still asleep as I got ready, she stirred a bit when I kissed her goodbye. "I love you." She replied with, "That's nice." I walked down the stairs and out the door. It may sound like a cliché, but my heart was so heavy I almost collapsed on the stairs.

I drove to Bill's and he was there waiting for me with a cup of coffee. We sat for a bit. He and Kate were getting ready for work and told me I could stay there until it was time to follow my wife. I had nowhere else to go, so I stayed until 1:00 when I called Sarah at her office.

"Sorry to give you the bad news, but I will have to stay tonight. I'll be at the Davenport."

"Well, I'm sorry too. I'll miss you, you know I hate to sleep alone."

Once again, like Thursday, was she dropping little hints?

Before I broke down, I said, "Got to go - love you." And hung up before I heard her reply.

The GPS gizmo has a radius of about 250 feet, so the next part would be tricky. I was in Bill's car so that would help keep me undetected. Sarah would have to leave her building from the parking garage and head south on a one way street. I waited a half block north of the exit. When the signal flashed that her car was moving my whole body tingled and I had to calm myself so I wouldn't mess up and crash into another car or worse yet, hit some poor pedestrian. As it was I almost hit a bicyclist while pulling out. He flipped me off and spat on Bill's car, all in one motion. Must have had practice.

I followed her over the I-90 Bridge onto Mercer Island, one of the nicer Seattle suburbs. She took a couple turns and pulled into a drive. The garage door opened, her car went in next to a black BMW and the door shut.

Now the tough part. Would the mic in Sarah's handbag pick up their conversation? It depended on two things. Did it have enough range and would the handbag be in the same room as them? I parked next store to the Shearer house. Bill's car is non-descript and has dark windows, it's also expensive and could belong in the neighborhood. I took a chance no one would be looking out their window and calling the cops on me.

It didn't take long to get what I came for.

"So the cuck is out for the night, does this mean you're staying the night?"

"I wish you wouldn't talk about Jake that way. Leave him out of this. And yes, if you want, I'll stay."

"OK, I'll stop talking if you start sucking. Get over here with that mouth of yours."

"You are so crude, do you really have to talk to me like that?"

"You love it that I talk like this, almost as much as you love this cock in all three holes. Now, get on your knees and suck it."

I had a hard time believing this was my wife. Was that the reason for her betrayal? Because I treated her like a lady and he treated her like a whore?

I had my answer in less than five minutes. The next thing the receiver picked up was Kevin's voice.

"That's it, suck bitch. I'm going to cum all over your face. Oh yes, here it comes. Now."

"Do you always have to cum on my face? Can't you be like a normal guy and let me swallow it?"

"I'm not a normal guy. And you're a whore that likes it. So get upstairs, get undressed and lube up that ass of yours. I'm going to open a bottle of wine and when I get upstairs I want you on your knees because I'm going to fuck your sweet ass, just how you like it."

I had enough. If I stayed any longer I'd break down the door and start killing someone. I started the car and headed home. While I drove home, I rewound the tape. I played it for only a minute. I had the evidence I needed to make certain I'd be free of that lying, cheating bitch.

On the way home, I stopped at the U-Haul and rented something larger than needed because I was just going to toss stuff in, no time for neatness. I bought about twenty empty boxes of various sizes, tape and rolls of that bubble wrap. I walked in the door of our home and took a few deep breaths. I looked at the family photos on the wall and felt very sorry for our daughter.

I packed my clothes, my computer gear and any personal stuff from the house. I remembered my personal papers with retirement notices, etc. I went into the garage and grabbed my tools. I still had the Craftsman tool box and every tool that came with it that my parents gave me when I graduated from high school. Over the years I had added to that collection so that it was quite substantial. Both my wife and daughter knew that the one present that would make me smile was a new wrench, a saw, a drill, or whatever.

It took me three hours to complete my packing and do a sweep to make certain I hadn't left anything important behind. During those three hours two neighbors stopped over and asked what was up. I lied and said Sarah and I were giving some unused goods to the Salvation Army. Since everything was in boxes, they had no reason to doubt my story, but I'm sure they were suspicious. Thanks goodness none of them got on the phone to call and ask Sarah.

The last thing I did was write a note to Sarah. It simply read, "I hope you and Kevin are very happy. Goodbye." I placed my wedding ring on top of the note and walked out the door.

I was pretty wired up, so I took the time to rent a storage space and unload the U-Haul. That's when I grabbed the beers, the Jack Daniels and rented this cheap hotel room. I could have stayed at Bill and Kate's, but I figured I deserved at least one night to wallow in some self-pity.

PART TWO

My phone woke me at 6:30 the next morning. It was Sarah and I did answer the phone.

"Jake, what is going on?"

"I don't know, Bae," I almost called her by her pet name, Babe, "Why don't you tell me why you spent the night with Kevin Shearer?"

"What, how?"

"How do I know? Is that what you're asking? Because I didn't go to Spokane yesterday. Instead I followed you to Mercer Island. Before you go any farther, just answer one question - why him? You know how I felt about him, it was bad enough you cheating on me, but with him. Shit!"

"I can't answer your question, Jake. Because I don't know why myself."

"Well in that case, I guess this conversation is over." And I hung up. I didn't answer the phone again for the rest of the day.

Tuesday was a busy day. I found a lawyer and had an appointment for Thursday to start the divorce papers. I found an apartment and I straightened out some financial business at the bank to protect my assets.

Wednesday I answered the phone.

"Jake, please listen to me. Can we talk? It's all over with Kevin, I told him we're through."

"Yes, we can talk. But not until Saturday. I'll meet you at the Met Saturday for lunch, 12:30."

"Why the Met? Why not at our home?"

"Because I don't want to step into that house right now, it makes me too sad."

Wednesday afternoon I used Bill's car to set up down the street from Kevin Shearer's house. I knew his wife was still out of town and I wanted to see if Sarah showed up there. I sat for a few hours with my camera ready. Imagine my surprise when his black Beemer rolled down the street. There were two people in the car, but it wasn't Sarah, it was Sarah's twenty-something office assistant.

I suddenly had a brilliant idea. I went into town to the hardware store. I bought a jacket and hat that had a utility worker look to them and headed back to the Shearer home. By this time Kevin and the little lady should be in the middle of their tete-a-tete.

I knocked on the door and rang the bell. I turned my face away from the door and kept my fingers crossed that this would work. I guess Karma thought I was owed a favor because Kevin came to the door in his robe.

"What is it?" he snapped while opening the door. I turned around with the video camera in my hand.

"Hello, Asshole!" I shouted as I pushed the door open. I kept the camera going while walking into the house. I caught Kevin's stupid expression, walked past him and headed up the stairs in time to catch the young lady scurrying for her panties. "Smile for the camera." is all I said. She didn't smile, just looked embarrassed while I kept the camera going. I did notice she was shaved, so it was probably Mr. Asshole that convinced Sarah to do the same. I turned around to face Kevin and Karma was still on my side. Kevin's robe had opened and his prick was now on video. I headed down the stairs, out the door and practically skipped to the car.

Thursday I met my lawyer and had the divorce papers by Friday afternoon.

Saturday at noon I was sitting at the bar at the Metropolitan Grill nursing a pint of ale. At 12:30 Sarah walked in. I signaled to the maître d and she sat us in a quiet corner as I had reserved earlier.

"Jake, I'm so sorry. I don't want a divorce. Is there anything I can do to make it up?"

"No, Sarah. The divorce will happen. But there are a few things you can do. First, you call our daughter and your parents to explain why we're getting this divorce. You don't need to go into details, I'm not trying to be mean, but if you try to hang this on me they will receive a copy of this tape." I turned the tape player on and Sarah's face turned white when she heard Kevin's voice, I only played one little section: "That's it, suck bitch. I'm going to cum all over your face. Oh yes, here it comes. Now."

"Oh my God, no, please no." Tears started to run down her face.

"And that's not the best part, my little anal angel."

I looked over and the waitress was hanging back; I had already warned her this could be bad and greased it with a $100 tip in advance. I got up, took the two drinks from her hand and thanked her again.

Sarah looked up from the table when I returned with our drinks.

"Second, sign these divorce paper before the end of next week. That will give you time to talk to a lawyer. When you read the papers I think you'll realize I'm being fair. Everything is split down the middle, all our assets. You can stay in the house until Alice graduates. But then we sell and split whatever we earn from it."

"Third, get yourself tested for sexually transmitted diseases. In case you're wondering why, take a look at this little ditty." I pulled out my smart phone and played the video of Kevin and her assistant. Sarah took one look at the screen and more tears flowed down her face. She grabbed the glass in front of her and downed her martini in one gulp. I caught the waitress' eye and silently ordered another.

"One thing you should know. The divorce papers state that if I have any incurable STDs, HIV, Herpes, whatever, from your affair, you get nothing. Nothing! Not the house, not the furniture, no more than $1000 from our accounts. I saw my doctor earlier this week, but most of the tests take a few days and the HIV test takes months."

Fourth and last, some day within the next month I want your hand written letter explaining why you flushed our marriage down the toilet and why you did it with a person you knew had treated me with so little respect from the first moment I met him. I think it's only fair that I should understand why this happened. You were my best friend, my love and the mother of our beautiful daughter. I want to know what I did to deserve having my heart cut from my chest."

The second martini arrived while I was making this little speech. Sarah drank it, again with one gulp and stood up. "I guess I'll be going now."

"Well, I'm staying and having lunch. Here are the divorce papers to sign. I know I just gave you a long list of requests, so I printed them and put it on top so you can remember."

"How thoughtful of you," she said as she walked away.

"Fuck you, bitch," I whispered. I signaled the waitress and ordered a steak and a Jack Daniels neat.

Monday left me with two tasks. First, I drove out to Mercer Island and knocked on the Shearer door. I reintroduced myself to Mrs. Shearer, we had met once before, and gave her a copy of my voice recordings and video. My understanding is subsequent events did not go well at their household.

Next, I paid a visit to Kevin and Sarah's CEO. I didn't want to be paying alimony, so I told the CEO that Sarah wasn't to suffer any significant repercussions or we would sue; after all, Kevin was the senior of the two and had more responsibility related to the affair. The kicker was Kevin's dalliance with the junior staff member. Kevin was out of a job. I thought about hurting him physically, but I wouldn't do well in jail.

It was close as it is, Kevin got pissed at me and swore revenge. The Mercer Island police arrested me for barging into the Shearer home uninvited. I retained a good defense attorney, had a sympathetic judge and claimed I thought it was my wife in his bed at the time. I was found "not guilty" and walked out with a wink to Kevin sitting in the courtroom. Karma was still on my side.

You probably think I'm a hard hearted SOB. After all, who could order a steak after saying goodbye to his wife of twenty-one years? Just so you know, I did cry the first time I saw my daughter after she found out her folks were divorcing. She thought we were perfect together. And I shed a few tears the day the divorce was final.

There were no STDs, thank goodness. Until I got the all clear, all I could think about was me sucking that asshole's spunk out of my wife's vagina. Even now it makes me cringe, even after Sarah assured me in her letter that she washed and douched before I came home that Thursday evening.

Yes, I did get my letter, but it didn't really explain why. I read it more than once, thinking maybe I missed something. I offered to pay for an analyst, thinking a trained professional could help Sarah figure it out. She said she'll try. Maybe by the time Alice graduates we'll have something to talk about.

Life goes on. As soon as my apartment was ready I moved out of that shitty hotel room. And a decent, well compensated guy doesn't worry about finding female companionship, but for the first time since college, it's sex and not making love.

But most of all, thank goodness for good friends. My boss, Tom, Bill and Kate have been there for me. Without them, I'd be a blubbering mess.