Faithfuly Yours

(Author's note: This is a repost of a story I wrote under the name Tearsofsorrow2, the story has been graciously edited by HopelesslyAddicted and I thank her for her diligence. When you find any stylistic concerns know that they are owned by the author and he cherishes them. Please comment loudly, can't improve if I don't see where. You might have to read this twice, some of you may stop mid story comment anyways. I first posted this in Humour and Satire but the readers there did not get it. It is humorous and satirical from a certain view point but if you don't read Loving Wives stories you might not get it.)

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You think it can never happen to you. Oh, you read about it all the time; see it happen on T.V. and read it in the tabloids. People talk about it around the water cooler. However, it can't happen to you, well that's what I told myself. Only it did happen to me. Moreover, my life with her is over. Sad really, if only she had loved me as much as she said she did. If only.

It all started at the Martin's party. Wait, I'm getting ahead of myself. I guess you want to know who I am and what I do. And more importantly who she is. My name is Curt Jones and I work in middle management for Martin Industries. We make parts for planes, trains, and automobiles. I am head of the purchasing department. She, Lorna, is my wife of seven years, and for all of those years I thought she loved me. It couldn't have happened, it shouldn't have happened, but it did.

Management staff had, as always, been invited to the Martin's mid-summer outdoor party. As in years past, my wife and I attended; if you did not socialize with the boss there's no hope to advance. Both my wife and I knew this. It's just part of corporate life and we actually enjoyed the parties.

It was about nine in the evening and everyone was feeling no pain, if you get my meaning. I was circulating with colleagues and the odd business client as I usually do at these affairs. My wife was dancing with one of my younger business associates when the event that would change my life occurred. I turned at the sound of a face being slapped. My wife walked towards me leaving the young man staring after her.

"Curt I want to go home. Now Curt, I want to go home now!" Lorna hissed under her breath.

I made my excuses to my boss and his wife and we left the party. All the way home, my wife didn't say a word. I had a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. Something was wrong, dreadfully wrong. I would give my wife the time she needed to explain what she had done and why she did it. After seven years of marriage I owed her that much.

By the time, I had returned from cleaning myself in the bathroom, my wife was asleep. I guess she wasn't going to tell me tonight. The feeling was getting worse. Something had happened and she wasn't telling me what or why.

The next morning we ate breakfast and I read the morning news as always. All the time hoping, wishing, she would tell me what the incident was all about. Yet she didn't. I had to get to work; it would have to wait until I got home. Then I would confront her and she would have to tell me

Work is work. I have had a few different jobs and I have come to this conclusion. No matter what you do, after awhile the routine becomes routine. My department hummed along as it always did. About an hour into my day, I started to notice the strange covert looks from my team and the hush that would come over a conversation when I came too near. If it weren't for the water cooler, I wouldn't even know what it was that they were trying to keep from me.

It was coming up on noon when the second event happened that would change my life. The water cooler was around the corner from my office and like on most days I left my door open so I could hear the idle chatter from my worker bees. I have found that you can learn a lot about the people who work for you if you just listen. And as audio-taping an employee is illegal, I use the water cooler as my window to my workers. I won't be doing it at my next job. Some things you should just not hear.

"Did you hear what happened at the Martin's party yesterday?"

"Oh yes, shameful, just shameful. And in front of all those people too."

"Right you are, if I was his wife I would not be acting like that."

"She had the nerve to hit him. Poor Curt, I wonder if he knows?"

"I don't think he does, after all it happened at the Christmas party last year and they are still together. My husband would divorce me if I acted like that."

"To True, but, oh, the humiliation if he ever finds out."

"Well I'm not telling him. Are you? I didn't think so. Some things are best left unsaid."

The conversation ended there. What the hell had my loving wife done? I had to get to the bottom of this. Last Christmas, had it been going on that long? How could I have missed something that apparently everyone else knew? I guess the husband is always the last one to know. Well if I was that last to know, I can guarantee that before too long I would know everything there was to know.

The rest of my day dragged on. I really didn't want to be there. I wanted to get home so I could confront my wife about what really happened at the Martin's party. I think I had a right to know, after all everyone else knew.

Just before the end of the day, the boss called me into his office. "Curt is there anything wrong? You left the party early. Was your wife not feeling well?"

"Everything is fine, Mr. Martin. Can I take a personal day tomorrow? I have some things that need to be done."

"Sure Curt, as long as it's only one day. This place might fall apart if you weren't here." He smiled.

I drove home in silence. Before talking to Mr. Martin, I was going to confront my wife. Now I wasn't so sure. A plan was formulating in my head. If my wife were engaged in activities that would endanger our marriage, then confrontation would not change what had already happened. However, it might stop anything else from happening. If my wife weren't having an affair, by confronting her, I would be causing the stress in my marriage. I always thought of myself as a decisive man and here I was hesitating. But now I had my plan. No confrontation tonight; I would listen and if she told me I would deal with it, if not I had my plan.

"Honey I'm home." As I walked into the house, Lorna came to me and gave me a kiss like she did every day after work. "How was your day, dear?"

"Curt my day was like it always is. Did a little cleaning and talked to Helen on the phone. Your mother called and wanted to know if we were coming for Thanksgiving in two weeks. I told her we were."

As I listened I made myself a drink. As she still had not told me about the Martin's party, I made it a double. Lorna went off and made herself busy with dinner. Maybe she wanted me relaxed before she told me.

I went to my study and made a call to put my plan in motion.

"Hello, this is Curt Jones, is this Henderson Investigations?" The lady on the line informed me that it was. "I have need of your services; it is a matter of fidelity." She said she was sorry to hear that and that I could have an appointment at nine a.m. the next day. "Thank you I will see you then."

During dinner, we made small talk. I had the distinct feeling Lorna had something she wanted to tell me. As we were washing up the dishes afterwards she said, "Dear, I think it is time we had a little talk." Here it was, she was finally going to tell me. I steeled myself for the bad news. At least I did not think she was going to tell me anything good. "Dear, we have talked in the past of having children. I haven't been ready and I know how much you want to have a family. I think it's time."

I was stunned; this was not what I was expecting. Why the sudden change of heart? "Are you sure, Honey? Motherhood is a big step. You know how much I want children but I want you to be happy."

"I've given it a great deal of thought and I'm ready to start. I'll go off the pill if you still want to have children." This was turning into one of the happiest days of my life. So why did I have doubts?

"Yes Honey, you should go off the pill and we can start a family. I'm so proud of you." I turned to her and gave her a warm hug and a kiss that was full of passion and promise.

We went to bed early and celebrated Lorna's choice. We celebrated for hours. Still, as I lay in bed afterwards I could not get the feeling that she was hiding something out of my head. The plan would go forward. I had to know what no one would tell me. If I didn't it would eat me up inside. I finally fell asleep knowing that my plan would change everything.

In the morning, I told Lorna I had taken a personal day so I could get a few errands done. "Can I come along, dear?" She asked.

"It will be boring for you, Honey. Why don't I drop you off at the mall while I do my running around? That way you won't be bored and I can still get this out of the way. I'll meet you at the food court in about two hours. Sound Good?"

"Can we pick up Helen; you know I don't like shopping alone?"

"Of course Honey, go give her a call. I need to be there by nine, so tell her we're in a bit of a hurry. Tell her we'll pick her up in about thirty minutes."

I dropped the two of them off at the mall and headed over to Henderson Investigations. "Hi, I'm Curt Jones I called yesterday, I have a nine o'clock." I spoke to the receptionist.

She looked up from her desk, "Ms. Henderson will see you now. It's right through that door, third office on your left. Would like coffee or tea Mr. Jones?"

"Neither thanks." I stepped through the door and headed for the third door on the left, which opened into a large room with a very attractive woman sitting behind an orderly desk. She rose as I entered.

Extending her hand, "I wish this were under better circumstances Mr. Jones, I'm Heather Henderson." I took the proffered hand; it was well manicured and delicate.

"Please call me Curt. I'm hoping you can find out what my wife is up to."

"Yes of course, I have some questions and documents for you to sign before we can look into your problems with your wife." I proceeded to tell her of my suspicions and signed the disclosure documents that would make everything legal.

She pulled two devices out of a filing cabinet and handed one of them to me. "This is a telephone recording device, Curt. You connect it to your phone line like this." She demonstrated on her own phone line. "It has a 30 minute tape that you'll need to listen to every day. Can you find the time when your wife will not hear what is on the tape?"

"Yes, I have a study and I do work in there almost every night."

"Next you'll have to speak to someone who witnessed what happened at that party."

"I guess I can find someone who will tell me. So far, you are not doing much though. You have me talking to people and even setting up listening devices. Just what are you going to do for me?"

"First, your wife is a stay at home wife so I will not have access to your house as she's almost always there. Second, you already have access to the people at that party and they would open up to you better than a complete stranger. They are also less likely to inform your wife of what they have revealed as they are telling you about it. Third, I can obtain photographs, bank records, and hotel receipts that you will need for any court case you choose to undertake. It will take about a month of surveillance to get the needed materials to build an airtight divorce case. Is that enough for your purposes, Curt?"

"Yes, I guess it is. God, how I wish I wasn't here right now. I want my life back the way it was before that damn party." We made some small talk on the finer details and I left after discussing the fee. I could afford it.

I went around to the house as I had an hour to kill before meeting Lorna at the food court. I connected the two devices to the phones in the house and made a call to Heather to test them out. They worked fine, so I headed out to the mall to have lunch. The plan was in motion; it was now up to Lorna. In a month, I might be getting a divorce. I was not happy.

I went to work the next day armed with a personal recorder. If I was going to have to hear what happened at the Martin's party, I was going to make sure I could confront Lorna with it when the time came. I spoke with Sheila, one of the girls that had been speaking at the water cooler the other day. At first she was uncomfortable with my line of questioning. However, I wore her down and she finally gave me all the gory details. I was shocked; I could not believe that my wife would act in such a shameful manner. I had it all on tape and I would play it back for her and the courts. I left work that day feeling as bad as I had ever felt. My marriage was in the shitter and my loving wife was telling me she now wanted to start having children. Not fucking likely, I would continue to have sex with her to keep her from finding out that I was on to her little scheme. I just had to find a way to avoid sex when she was most fertile. I had maybe a week before the effects of the pill would be over. I would ask when she was ovulating after all we were trying for a baby. You had to plan those things.

I returned home that night, Lorna greeted me with a passionate kiss and I made my way to the den to do some work before dinner. Lorna had about ten calls on the phone that day but nothing revealing. So far, I still had only the one incident and I needed more.

The next week was routine as if nothing was going on. I did not receive a call from Heather as she said it was too early and wanted to give me a full report. The phone bug turned up nothing, which for some reason made me worry even more. No, life went on as it always does. Lorna was very attentive in the bedroom. Some nights we would make slow passionate love and others we would fuck like rabbits. When we fucked, I was always worried that she would hurt herself as she push herself on my cock. Maybe her lover, if she had one, was better endowed than I and so she could take me with ease. Yet she felt as tight as she always did.

By the second week, I was going out of my head with worry. I had to do something that would bring the whole situation to a head. I called Heather with a change in the general plan. I would go out of town on a work related trip.

That would give Lorna all the rope she needed to hang herself.

My business trip coincided with Lorna's most fertile time of the month. I told her I was sorry but I had to go to see this difficult supplier and would only be gone a week. She could keep in contact with me on my cell. The night before I left, she nearly fucked my brains out. I could hardly walk or see straight.

My routine for that week changed. I would go to work every day. Instead of leaving the door to my office open, it was closed in case Lorna called. I would drive to the Super 8 where I was staying each night. At midnight I drove to my home and listened to the phone recorders to see if Lorna was alone or entertaining. It wasn't until Wednesday that I hit pay dirt. The voice recorder on the phone gave me my next big piece of evidence,

"Helen? This is Lorna. Curt has been gone three days and I am horny as hell."

"Well you know what you're going to have to do." Helen said in return.

"But he has a wonderful cock. It's so big and thick. It's the biggest I have ever seen or had. I can't give it up. When he's plowing me I just come alive. And the orgasms are the best I have ever had. Multiples! Once I start I just can't stop, and he is just so loving, he never seems to take from me. He's always giving."

"Look you're crazy girl, if Curt finds out, your marriage is over. I know that man of yours and he won't put up with this, anything but this. You're just going to have to bite the bullet and get the job done. Hell, it's expected. Remember your wedding vows. It's been seven years, you're lucky he hasn't found out yet. He'll leave you mark my words."

"I can't do that to him, I love him, and the sex is unbelievable. If you could only experience it you would know what I mean."

"I'm telling you, you've got to get your head examined. He won't go for this. He is a proud man. If this gets out you will have turned him into a laughing stock. Remember what happened at the last two parties. You're playing with fire. I don't want to see you get burned."

"I know you're looking out for my best interests but I can't help myself I'm addicted. I can't give it up and I won't cheat on him." The phone conversation ended there after some pleasantries. Nothing else came up for the rest of the week. I'm glad nothing did, I was already too devastated with what I had heard.

It was a hard week I went to work and then back to the hotel. Heather phoned me on Friday and said that her work was complete. I could come in anytime to see the photos and get the report. I decided to go after work.

Henderson Investigations hadn't changed in the weeks since I had last been there. The receptionist didn't even wait for me to say hello and just told me to go on back. Third door on the left Heather was waiting for me.

"Ms. Henderson is it as bad as I think?" I asked and noted my voice was not as firm as I would have liked.

"I'm afraid it is Curt. I have all the photos and the report. There were no bank statements or hotel receipts. But she did not cover her tracks very well. But then again, you were a trusting husband and she really didn't need to do too much."

I took the report but I didn't read it. I would do that later. I opened the envelope and looked at the pictures. I could have died right there. It was all out in the open now. And the people at work knew about it. Oh, they didn't know every sorted detail, but they knew enough that I would have to quit my job. The humiliation was too much. I only had one last thing to ask Heather.

"Why is a beautiful woman like you not married? If you don't think that is too personal a question."

"I'm just like your wife, Curt. I'm not marriage material. But I found a line of work where my condition compliments my profession. It takes one to catch one. And I am very good at what I do. I am sorry for what you are going through. If it's any consolation, she can't help herself. She, like me, is just wired wrong. We have different needs than the norm in society. Some hide it better than others do. Your wife managed for seven years. I feel sorry for her, and for you, Curt. If life were different this would not be a tragedy."

I just shook my head, thanked her for her work, and left. I had already made an appointment with a lawyer earlier in the week. I just needed to stop in and pick up the divorce papers. The lawyer said it was a clear-cut fidelity case. I was going to get raked over the coals. I would be lucky to walk away with anything when the dust settled. I told him to do his best when Lorna's attorney got in contact with him. I told him I wanted to play hardball. She had done this and she would pay for. He said he would try but the law was very clear in these cases. It was time for me to confront my wife at last.

I arrived home around six and Lorna was waiting for me when I got home. She kissed me with hunger, but then again, I had been gone for four days and she hadn't had sex in that time. She could tell from my response that something was wrong.

"What's wrong? Dear, did something happen at work?"

"Come into the kitchen we have a great deal to discuss." I could see worry beginning to show on her face. I, on the other hand, felt peaceful. Now that I knew what was going on and I had decided to put a stop to it and our marriage, I felt content.

"You better sit down for this Lorna" I sat and brought out the envelope with the pictures and the P.I. report along with the personal voice recorder and the tape from the phone. I want you to listen to something I was told at work.