I watched my wife of ten years as she entered the den where I was working on a report for work. She was looking very good. Grace wore a light brown leather skirt with a pale yellow shell and Cardigan sweater set over brown boots with high stiletto heels. Her body is amazing, and is centerfold quality for playboy. I am very proud of her.
I smiled at her, "You look good enough to eat Sweetie, say hi to Jan for me."
She walked over and kissed my cheek. I pulled back and glanced at her. "Is that all I get? Are you going to another one of your usual Tuesday night meetings tonight?"
"No, tonight is a field trip instead of a meeting."
"Have fun, what time will you be back?"
"I guess about ten, as usual. I love you Dear, go to bed early and get some rest, you work too hard." Grace is a stay at home wife since I started making very good money as sales manager for a major manufacturer of Reverse osmosis systems for large users. We sell primarily to the military and municipal water plants all over the world. Grace and I were doing exceptionally well with our finances and the recession was not effecting us that much, if at all. I had taken large blocks of stock in the company in lieu of bonuses for the last five years and they were now triple the value.
I tried to give Grace anything she wanted and I thought we had a good solid marriage. Our sex life had slowed a little in the last few years but I felt that was to be expected, however in the last few months it had dropped to zero. She always had some excuse.
We were each married previously and both had grown children. I was still in awe of Grace's beauty and personality. She appeared to be much younger than her 42 years. She could easily pass for a girl in her twenties. She was vivacious and lively.
I am in good physical shape myself, I work out regularly and also run several miles every other day. I am 6' 2" and weigh 240 pounds. I was a very good line backer for the Florida Gators for almost three seasons before a badly torn cruciate ligament and ripped medial and lateral menisci ended my career in football. I still run with a slight limp and have to be careful and use a knee brace so I do not put too much strain on the knee when I play sports.
I thought about how lovely my wife was dressed to be going to a woman's organization meeting. What was the deal with a field trip? A field trip to where?
I had asked her what the meetings were about and she said they were about the relationships between men and women in marriage. She said they discussed all aspects of the relationships including social interactions, medical problems, sexual relations, and financial problems. Where the hell would you go for a field trip for any of that?"
I thought about it and decided to call Jan's husband and see what he knew. Frank answered and we exchanged pleasantries and I asked what he knew about the meetings the girls were attending. He seemed surprised that I didn't know all about it. He seemed reluctant to talk about it. I asked where they went on a field trip. He said he didn't know about field trips and that they were going on a training demonstration tonight and would be home late.
I asked what kind of training they were getting and he was very evasive about it. I asked where it was taking place and he was hesitant to tell me anything. Finally, he said, "Mike, if Grace wants you to know anything she will tell you about it."
"What? What is so secret you can't tell me about it?"
"Mike, just drop it please. Ask Grace, I have said too much already, I don't want to get in trouble."
Now I was really worried and very curious about what my wife was into. I had no reason to not trust her completely. I had never known her to lie to me about anything. I sat and thought about things and tried to figure out where I could get some answers. I thought that I needed more information before I said anything to Grace.
I thought about Frank, my brother-in-law. We had little in common, but we were always friendly. I considered him to be a mild mannered wimp, who was pussy whipped by Jan, Grace's sister. There was little doubt about who wore the pants in that family.
I looked at my computer. Then I looked over at Grace's laptop. She spent a lot of time on it when I was at work. I walked to her desk and turned her Dell on. Her desktop had two or three icons that I didn't recognize. I clicked on one of them and a sign in page appeared. It asked for a user name and a password. I tried the other sites and found the same thing.
I clicked on her internet. It was a standard welcome page from AOL. I tried the history function but it showed nothing. I checked the control settings for that and found it was set to store 'zero' of the last sites she had visited. I reset it to store 100 sites.
I shut her computer down and called my brother, Tommy. I asked his advice, admonishing him to tell no one of my request. He said he would send me two programs to download, one was a keystroke recorder and the other was a program that would enable me to monitor her computer or to store everything she did on her computer in my hard drive. Tommy is the computer geek for the local FBI office. He told me that if I did not delete these programs in ten days they would self destruct and erase everything in my computer.
Tommy told me of a store where I could get a wiretap recorder for my phone. It was not illegal to use on my own phone. He also told me I should get a GPS tracking device to put on her car while I was there. It could be monitored from any computer by plugging the receiver into a USB port. The computer would then show the location of the GPS unit. I made out a shopping list and looked up the address of the store in the phone book.
Grace was home about midnight and entered our room quietly. I pretended to be asleep. The remainder of the week I but the programs from my brother Tommy to work. They worked well enough to give me an insight into what was going on. I took a few hours off from work and met with Tommy and some of his colleagues.
Tuesday evening I was watching TV when Grace said she was off to her meeting. I looked at her as she kissed me goodbye, "Are you going to be late again tonight? I don't like going to bed with you still out on the town."
"I may be a bit late, I hope to be home before you go to sleep."
I sat up and watched TV until Grace came home about one thirty. She was surprised I was still awake.
She stared at me, "What are you doing up at this hour?"
I looked at her, "I think that is my line, where the hell have you been at this hour? Is this what time you usually get home and find me asleep?"
I turned the overhead light on. She was not the impeccably dressed woman who had left that evening. Her makeup was gone and her clothing was in slight disarray, as if she had dressed hastily. I walked to her and leaned forward for a kiss. She turned her head. I could smell alcohol on her breath. I stepped back and said, "Are you going to tell me what is going on? I think it is fair to tell you that right now I think we are well down the road toward a divorce. Is that what you want?"
Her jaw dropped. "NO! Hell no Mike! I love you, I don't want a divorce."
