Dave and Julia Frederickson had just put their three month old son down for a nap and were resting in the living room when they heard static and crackling on the baby monitor. In reality, there home wasn't that large and the monitor was overkill, but it had been a gift from friends so they had gone through the effort of setting it up. Julia was just about to get up and check on the baby when more sounds emerged from the blue and white plastic box.
"...baby you looking good," they heard an adult male voice speaking. From the inflection in his voice, it appeared they had caught the end of the sentence.
"Thanks," a simple but clear reply in an adult female voice came through.
Dave and Julia quickly looked at each other both recognizing at the same moment that they were somehow, surreptitiously listening in on someone else's conversation. It was a conversation that, at least Dave felt, showed promise of being quite interesting.
"Should we turn it off?" Julia asked her husband.
"Hell no!" he replied instantly.
However, for several minutes there were no further sounds. Dave understood that they were likely on the same frequency as someone else's monitor, but he knew that the devices had a short range and that what they had been able to hear had likely been a fluke.
Julia had gone to the kitchen to get them some ice tea and had just returned when the sounds suddenly returned.
"Damn those tits are nice. How much time we have?" the male voice asked. The words were accompanied by lots of static but they were clear enough to be understood.
"My husband won't be back for a couple hours," the female replied.
Dave and Julia looked at each other with stunned expressions. Not only were they listening in on a private conversation, it was an adulterous one too. Neither of them would have ever considered themselves to be voyeurs, but neither made any attempt to turn off the receiver.
There were several more seconds of indistinguishable sounds and then they caught part of something the female voice said. "...me to bed."
"My God. Who is it?" Julia whispered to her husband. She didn't realize there was no need as their microphone was down the hall in Phillip's room.
"I don't know but they have to be close. These things don't travel far," her husband informed her.
"Dave! I think it's Kristin! I recognize her voice," the young wife suddenly blurted out.
Kristin and Bill Jordan was a couple they knew slightly from occasional neighborhood gatherings. They lived on the next street over and their backyard shared a corner with the Frederickson's. Kristen had delivered a baby girl about a month before Phillip was born.
"This is unbelievable," Dave said. He thought about the pretty and willowy blonde with her bright blue eyes, and a pang of jealousy went through him as he envisioned her legs spread for a lover.
"I wonder who it is? I bet its Gerald Wilde," she declared. Julia had quickly gone from embarrassed listener to investigator.
"Why?" her husband asked.
"He's a dog. He's always hitting on the wives," she explained.
"Has he hit on you?" Dave followed.
"No." his wife answered, but the look on her face told him it was something he needed to follow up on.
"Go see if it's him," Julia suggested.
"How am I going to do that? Just knock on the door?" he responded, finding his wife's eagerness surprising.
"I don't know. Just walk by or something. I have to watch the baby," she answered with an impish smile. She knew as a new mother she had a built in excuse for most things.
"Okay," he said with a sigh. In fact, Dave was quite curious too and although he wasn't sure what he expected to see there was something that drew him towards the house.
Ten minutes later with Bo, there two year old black Lab on his leash, Dave walked around the block until he arrived in front of the Jordan's house. As he approached, he saw there was a white van parked in the driveway that he thought he recognized. When he got closer, his suspicions were confirmed when he saw the lettering on the driver's door - WESTSIDE POOL SERVICE.
"Julia you're not going to believe it," he yelled to his wife as soon as he opened the door to their house.
"What...what?" Julia answered with enthusiasm.
"A pool truck is in the driveway. The same service we use!" he told her.
"The pool cleaner? Our pool cleaner, the black guy?" she tried to clarify. Her voice didn't hide the fact that she was shocked.
"I guess. I mean there might be more than one truck and crew. But, it's probably the same since we are scheduled for later today," he replied.
"I can't believe it. There's no way. Kristin with a black pool cleaner? No way. Maybe he's in the back cleaning while she's in bed with someone else," his wife offered, which did make some sense.
"I guess we'll never know," Dave said with a shrug.
"Go look over the fence," Julia demanded, now fully engaged in the investigation.
"What if I get caught? I don't want to look like a freak," her husband replied, even as he rose.
"Pretend you're trimming the Crepe Myrtles," she suggested.
Once again, Dave left his wife to do the detective foot work. He stopped in the garage to get gloves and his tree trimming tools then made the short walk to the corner of the yard that abutted the Jordan's. Putting his step ladder in an advantageous spot, he was able to get a good view of the back yard, including the pool area. There was no one around, and after spending several minutes pretending to work on the trees with no one appearing, he returned to his wife.
"The backyard is empty," he informed her.
"My God Dave! She just had the baby a few months ago!" Julia said in shock. But, he noticed something else too. There was a look like a child gets when it knows a secret.
"I guess it made her horny. You know...all those hormones," her husband answered with a grin, which made the young wife roll her eyes.
