My Wife Goes on a Date

"You are an asshole! My sister is at my house bawling her eyes out and I want to know why."

Fuck these sisters, I thought as I slammed the door in her face. Slamming doors was beginning to feel therapeutic. I turned to go back into the room and the bell started again. I jerked the door open and before she had a chance to stop ringing, I slapped her hand off the bell so hard she lost her balance and almost fell.

"If you ring that bell again, I will break your fucking fingers one at a time." I started to slam the door yet again. She put her body against it and held it open.

"Talk to me. Please."

I stood there for several seconds and slowly opened the door and indicated that she could come in. She walked into the room and stopped. Then she looked at me.

"I thought you loved Jodie. I can't believe you kicked her out over such a stupid disagreement."

"Stupid disagreement?"

"She told me that last night you didn't agree with her about going out and that you kicked her out because of it."

"Oh, my god. She is right about a disagreement. She did want to go out and I didn't want her too. Did she tell you that the person she wanted to go out with wasn't me? That it was a guy she worked with?"

"You've got to be kidding."

"And did she tell you that their plan was to have dinner then go dancing and then spend the night in a hotel room?"

"You can't be serious. You're making this up." She sat down.

"And did she tell you that she was going to come home today and show me what she had learned. "Listen to this." I played her the audio recording I had made the night before.

"I had no idea."

"Yeah, well neither did I."

"What are you going to do?"

"Divorce her."

"Oh, no! Any chance at all of getting past it?"

I shook my head. She tried to say something else but I stopped her. "Look, Judy, I have no intention of either forgiving or forgetting what she did. This marriage is over. Period."

She nodded and thought for a couple of minutes then shrugged and stood. I walked her to the door.

She stood there and looked at me. I opened the door and ushered her out.

For the rest of that evening and all day Sunday I did nothing. I ate two grilled cheese sandwiches and a couple more gins and tonic. Self-pity had set in and was rapidly taking over my spirit. There was a knock on the door. It was Judy.

"You said that if I rang the bell again you would break my fingers. So I knocked. This won't take long. I have spent the day talking to Jodie. What you told me is true. It wasn't easy for her to tell me about her date, but she finally confessed. What you don't know is that nothing happened." I indicated that she should come in and sit. I sat across from her.

"What do you mean nothing happened?"

"She told me that after he picked her up here they went to the hotel. They ordered a bottle of champagne before ordering dinner and had finished half of it by the time the waiter took their dinner order. By the time dinner arrived they were working on their second bottle of champagne. Half way through dinner it was empty. After drinking all of that champagne they felt that they were both too drunk to dance so they went upstairs to their room. They did intend having sex, but were too drunk to accomplish it. They both passed out. She was the first to awaken and realized what she had done. She woke him up and insisted that he drive her home."

"Well. That's quite a story."

"You believe her, don't you?"

"What I believe is that she and some man spent days, maybe weeks or months planning a date. In that planning process, they spent time together at lunch and work; maybe even after work. They talked and they schemed. During the time they spent together, they drew closer. They laughed together. Walked together. Exchanged confidences. He probably knows more about my marriage than I do. Hell, as a matter of fact, I know he does. He knew my wife planned to cheat on me. They probably held hands. Maybe kissed, or even fondled each other. They planned to spend the evening and night together so they could have sex. That sounds like the ultimate disrespect and betrayal not love."

She just looked at me. "You don't believe her, do you?"

"No, I don't"

"And you're not going to forgive her, even though nothing happened."

"Not in this lifetime."

We got to the door and she opened it. She paused. "When this is over can we still be friends?"

"Jodie and I are going to be divorced. If she contests it in any way, it is going to be messy. By the time it is over you will probably not like me so any friendship we have will most likely go away."

"I see. Well, it could have been nice. I think I'm going to miss you." With that she put one hand on my left cheek and gently kissed my right cheek. Then she left softly closing the door behind her.

Since Saturday afternoon, my phone had been off more than it was on. Jodie had tried too many times to count to talk to me but had finally given up. I did have a conversation with her father. He tried to convince me that since nothing had happened between Jodie and Stan that 'no foul' had taken place so we should just suck it up and get over it. I explained it to him the same way I had to Judy. When we ended the conversation, he knew that divorce was inevitable. He hung up with a sigh.

Monday came. The first thing I did was call my attorney and tell her about the weekend. I also told her to serve Jodie. She would be either at work or at her sister's house. I was assured she would be served before day's end.

It was a long day and I don't remember anything I did.

Shortly after four in the afternoon, my cell phone rang. I looked to see who was calling. It was Jodie's office number. I took a chance and answered it.

"Trey Taylor."

"Good afternoon Mr. Taylor. This is Michael Hamilton. I thought you might like to know that there was some excitement here a short time ago."

"Really?"

"Yes, sir. Your wife was served and after she read the papers, she fainted. The EMT's were called and they took her to the hospital. When she fainted, she dropped the papers. After the EMT's left with her, Stan Morrison picked up the papers and looked at them. Then he almost fainted. If the situation hadn't been so serious, it might have been funny; but I saw no humor in the destruction of another marriage and I had no sympathy for either of them. I will keep you up to date on events as they happen around here."

"You do that."

My phone rang again. It was Judy.

"Hello."

"Jodie has been taken to the hospital."

"So?"

"Just thought you would like to know."

"Nope. Not the least bit interested in her or her health."

"Are you really that cold hearted, Trey?"

"Any cold heartedness on my part is directly attributable to your sister. I told you yesterday that it was going to get messy. This is just the first round."

The next couple of weeks went pretty much as you would expect. Jodie tried numerous times to talk to me but I had no interest in listening. Both her father and mother tried to get me to talk to her. I told them both no. My mother spent a lot of time trying to make me feel better. I kept telling her I was fine but she insisted I wasn't so she tried even harder. Michael Hamilton called almost daily. He was having fun. He was the only one there who knew that I knew about Morrison. Jodie came to work, but just sat there except for the times she was out meeting with her attorney. Jodie and Morrison never spoke to each other. At least not in the presence of others. Me? I was just biding my time.

Our attorneys scheduled a meeting. It was to be the two attorneys, Jodie and me. It was the first time I had seen her since I kicked her out. I couldn't help but notice that she had lost a little weight and looked a bit haggard. I was surprised to see Judy there. Jodie's attorney asked if that was okay. I looked at her.

"Are you sure you want to be here?"

"I'm here for Jodie."

"That's not what I asked."

"No. But I need to be."

I told the attorney that I had no objection to her staying.

Jodie had already seated herself so the rest of us sat and her attorney started.

"Mrs. Taylor adamantly denies the alleged adultery and is asking that the petition for divorce be dismissed and that she and her husband work to maintain the marriage. She consents to counseling if that will help.

My attorney and I just looked at each other and smiled.

My attorney said. "If no adultery took place, would Mrs. Taylor care to explain her actions on the evening in question?"

We all looked at her.

"I would be happy to. I will start with when my gentleman friend came to pick me up."

"Does your gentleman friend have a name?" asked my attorney.

"Of course, but his name is not important. Nothing bad happened so there is no reason to bring him into this. I left the house and got in his car. We went to the Hotel..."

She went on to repeat, almost word for word what she had told Judy and, of course, what Judy told me. Champagne, dinner, more champagne, in the room and too drunk to fuck, (my word not hers) both passed out slept all night, home the next day and husband kicked her out. Oh, me. Poor misunderstood me. I made a mistake. I love my husband and want him to forgive me so we can have children and grow old together. I looked at Judy who was hanging on every word and nodding in agreement.

"Okay." Said my attorney. "Let's assume for the moment that what you just said is true and that no sex took place. During the course of the evening, was there any fondling or groping of any type? Any kissing? Handholding? Anything that would not pass the husband test?"

"Absolutely not!" Jodie said with conviction. Judy nodded and smiled.

My attorney looked at me and I looked at her. Sitting in front of me was a remote control device. I picked it up and pressed play. A screen dropped out of the ceiling and on the screen was the image of Jodie approaching Stan Morrison's car in our driveway. He got out of the car came around to her side and opened her door. When she reached the car they kissed. A long soulful kiss. They got in the car and left. I pressed pause.

"Lie number one." I said to the room. Everybody was now sitting up just a bit straighter. Jodie was pale and Judy just sat there and stared at her sister.

On the Thursday that Michael Hamilton first called me and I talked to my investigator, the plan we came up with was to video every move Jodie made on Friday evening starting with Stan Morrison's arrival at our house. We knew from Hamilton's information where the date was to take place and we knew they had already booked the room. We even knew the room number. What we didn't know was if he could get into the actual room they had booked and video any action which might take place. As it turned out he could.

"You also said that no inappropriate touching or fondling took place. Is that also correct?"

"Uh, yes." A bit hesitantly.

I pressed play for the second time. We watched as the happy couple followed the waiter to their table in Hilton's dining room. Morrison's hand on Jodie's ass. We could even see him squeezing it.

"Lie number two." Jodie looked around the room. Her attorney was busily reading the divorce petition and Judy had suddenly found her fingernails fascinating and was looking at them intently.

The video continued. Jodie and Morrison ordered a bottle of Champagne. They never stopped kissing until it arrived. They hadn't finished their first glass when they jumped up and headed for the elevators.

It cost me an even thousand dollars for my investigator to get access to their room before they checked in and four minutes after the pair entered it, Jodie was on her knees sucking his dick.

At this point Jodie screamed and ran out of the room followed by Judy. I pressed pause.

"Uh... it seems like my client didn't accurately recall all of the events of that evening. I will talk with her and get back to you." Said her attorney as he gathered his papers, stuffed them in a folder and scurried after the two sisters.

My attorney and I chatted for a few minutes and I headed back to the RV Dealership.

Shortly before closing, Judy came in and walked slowly over to my cubicle. I just sat there. She stood for some time before asking, "May I sit down?"

"Help yourself."

Silence.

"You knew, didn't you?"

"Knew what?"

"When I came over to your house that first Saturday, you already knew that they slept together."

"Yes. I was watching the video before you came in. And I can promise you they didn't do much sleeping. They fucked, Judy. She's my wife and she let another man fuck her."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I'm not sure. I guess I was hoping that she would admit it and agree to the divorce. If she had, I would have settled for something other than adultery. That way you and your family wouldn't have had to know what she did. I've always liked your parents."

More silence. My cell phone rang. I answered without thinking.

"Trey Taylor."

"It's Michael Hamilton, Mr. Taylor. I was off yesterday, but I understand that your wife called in and quit. She didn't even come in to clean out her desk. Thought you would like to know."

"Thank you. Let me know if you hear anything else."

Judy started to speak, but the office loudspeaker interrupted her.

"Trey, you have a call on line six. Trey, call on six."

"Trey Taylor." I picked up the phone and talked to a prospective buyer for about fifteen minutes. Judy sat there not moving. After I ended the call, Judy and I looked at each other.

"She's gone Trey."

"What do you mean gone? Dead?"

"She loaded her car and left."

"She's probably just moving into her own place."

"I don't think so. She told me to tell mom and dad that she was sorry she disappointed them."

"It isn't just your parents she disappointed."

"Yeah, we know."

More silence.

"Uh, listen, Judy I have work to do so if you don't..."

"Oh, sure, yeah, I'm sorry." She said rising. "I better go." She stood, looked at me, then turned and left.

That night when I got home I took my copy of the video the investigator made. My attorney still had the copy we had used earlier. I put it in the player and sat down. I had only watched it completely through once. This would be the second time.

When I stopped playing It in the attorney's office, Jodie was on her knees sucking Morrison's dick. I fast forwarded to there and watched as he fucked my wife's face. He put his hands on the back of her head and held it as he drove his cock in and out of her mouth. She finally put her hands on his hips and pushed him away gasping for breath. Then she stood and they hurriedly undressed. When they were naked, he pushed her onto the bed and dove between her legs, spread them and started eating her.

Morrison was no slouch when it came to eating pussy. Jodie's hips were off the bed most of the time pushing her pussy into his face. She came at least three times and the pleasure I saw on her face was unlike anything I had ever seen.

Then I watched as he fucked her. I couldn't help but notice that his dick was no bigger than mine, but he took her to heights I never did. She was very vocal in her responses to his constant and almost violent fucking. When he would thrust into her, she would rise to meet him and when he withdrew her hips would fall back onto the bed only to repeat her upward thrust as he plunged his dick into her again and again. She begged him to fuck her. She moaned when he pounded her. And she screamed when she came. Then she passed out. Not for long and Morrison didn't seem concerned. He just got off her, lay beside her, stroked her breasts and pinched her nipples until she came to. Like he had done it a thousand times.

I watched as he fucked her three more times.

As I watched the video, I tried to figure out exactly what my reaction was. It dawned on me that when Jodie and I had sex we were making love; but she and Morrison were fucking. No romance. No love. Just hard, raw fucking. He didn't care about her feelings or emotions. He just wanted to fuck and cum. And it appeared that Jodie felt the same. The element of roughness came as a surprise. I couldn't recall any indication that she wanted, or would accept, anything other than love and tenderness. How could I have missed that?

I sat there trying to come to grips with my emotions. Part of me wanted to scream in pain at having my best friend and only love betray me like this. Another part of me wanted to burn the bitch. My mind was like a bowl of spaghetti; all jumbled up with no order or direction.

I fell asleep in my recliner thinking about fucking. Not love making. Fucking! And the person I was fucking had no face.

Since I first met Jodie whenever I thought of sex, her face was the one my mind's eye saw.

Two more weeks went by. My attorney tried several times to set up another meeting with Jodie and her attorney, but couldn't. Jodie couldn't be found.

A month went by. Then another and another. Still no word from her. I had talked to both Judy and her parents a couple of times during that period. I asked if they had heard from her and the answer was always no. I thought about getting an investigator to track her down but my attorney talked me out of it. I had cancelled the credit cards and taken half of the money, but records indicated that she had not touched any of what was left. "If she stays gone for a few more months we might be able to file on the grounds of desertion but we'll see."

My phone rang. "Trey Taylor."

"Good morning, Mr. Taylor. This is Michael Hamilton, remember me?"

"I certainly do. How are things going?"

"Not bad. Thought I might bring you up to date on a couple of things. Do you remember I told you about my divorce?"

"Sure do. Your ex was living in your house with her boyfriend as I recall."

"That's right. They were." He laughed.

"Were?"

"Yep. I'm living there now. With my kids."

"What happened?"

"It seems the boyfriend is a thief. Somehow he managed to convince my ex that she should steal money from her company and now they are both in jail."

I laughed. "Good. Fuck them both. Are you still working at the same place?"

"Yeah. That's the other reason I called. Since your wife left it has been pretty quiet around here and Stan Morrison has kept pretty much to himself. But for the last week or so some of his phone calls have been pretty interesting."

"Interesting how?"

"Well, today he was talking to your wife."

"How do you know that?"

"I heard him say 'Miss you, too, Jodie.'"

"Did you happen to overhear anything that might give you an indication of where she is? I have a divorce petition she needs to sign."

"I have the phone number she called from. Would that help?" He laughed over the phone.

"How did you get that?'

"After Morrison finished talking to her he went back to his desk, put his phone down, sat for a couple of minutes and went into the boss's office. I went over, picked up his phone and looked at the last call he received and wrote down the number. Piece of cake."

"Good work, Mr. Hamilton. Thank you. And if you hear anything else, keep me informed."

"You can bet on it." Then he gave me the number, which I passed on to my attorney. The area code was southern Florida.

I decided to make a phone call.

"Hello."

"Hello, Judy. This is Trey."

"What do you want, Trey?"

"Do you or your family know anyone in Florida?"

"Why?"

"Because I think Jodie is there."

"Why do you care where she is?"

"Because I want a divorce and in order to expedite it she has to get the paperwork and sign it."

"When are you going to ask?"

"Ask what?"

"Where in Florida she's living?"

"I don't have to ask. My attorney is working on finding her even as we speak."

"Maybe I can save him some trouble. She lives in Fort Lauderdale."