Judy Drum was driving along the busy street when she saw a familiar car ahead of her. She would know her husband's Caddy anywhere. She saw he had a passenger. The license tag was proof she was right. It read DRUM4U. She dropped back and noticed that Fred, her husband seemed to be in animated conversation with his female companion. She dropped back and let another couple of cars get between them. What in the hell was going on? She had never had any reason to think he would cheat on her.
They proceeded for several more blocks and she saw his right turn signal come on. He turned into a Motel parking area. She kept going and went around the block and found another entrance to the Motel parking lot. She drove around the building. She saw his car. Then she saw him, from less than twenty feet away, he followed a gorgeous black woman into a room. The door shut behind them. She was devastated and pulled into an empty parking spot and sat and thought about Fred. She loved her husband and he was the only man she could even imagine being married to...
Damn him, how could he do this to her after all the months of shit he gave her when he caught her with Frank Brooks, that had been nothing but a little harmless recreational necking and petting at a party. Sure, Frank was feeling her up and was kissing her bare breasts while she had her hand inside his fly. That was as far as she was ever going to let it go. Fred threw a fit, acting as if she had let Frank fuck her or something.
Well, now Fred was going to be taught a lesson. She would put a big time hurting on him. Yes! She would teach him two could play this game. She had to be sure about this first. She didn't want to make a mistake. She didn't want to put her marriage in jeopardy in any way, she loved Fred and had fifteen years invested in her marriage, not to mention their three children. No a divorce was out of the question.
She pulled her cell phone out of her purse and set it to take telephoto pictures. She also selected the time/date label option. It was over an hour before he came out. He was putting on his suit coat and straightening his tie as he walked alone back to his Caddy. Judy got five good shots of him leaving the room. She watched as he backed out and turned away from her. As she started her Honda she decided to see where he went now. She picked up her cell phone and pressed speed dial 2. His secretary Marsha answered, "Hi Mrs. Drum, he is out of the office right now working with a client's books, he should be back any minute."
"Tell him I called, I couldn't get him on his cell phone and I wanted to talk to him. How long has this been going on?"
"Oh, I guess it has to be over a month and a half now. It isn't every day, but he says it is a very important client."
"OK, I try to not bother him at work, but it seemed strange that he didn't answer."
"Yeah! He has instructed me not to bother him while he is working on this case. I just put anything that requires his attention on hold until he gets back. He already told me he would be out of the office from 11 to 1 every day this week."
"Fine, listen, don't tell him I called, I don't want to disturb him, OK?"
"Sure, no problem! G'bye."
"Goodbye, Marsha."
Yeah! She thought, like he is really working in a Motel room for two hours a day with a gorgeous black woman. One of them might be working alright, but it wasn't dear old Freddy. How could he do this to her?
She thought for a moment and then called her best friend Joanne. She told her what she had seen and learned that day.
Joanne said she had the same problem with her ex-husband and it had ended up in a nasty divorce. She said she really missed the guy and she said it was the wrong way to go. "Listen girl, take my advise. Do not let him know you are on to what he is doing. Wait until you have more evidence, then spring it on him and tell him that the two of you now have an open marriage and that each of you can have playmates as long as you come home to each other."
"Hey, Babe, that sounds like fun. I hate the idea of him running around on me though."
"Hey, it won't work that way, if you want to play, you have to let him play too."
"Yeah! I know, but I don't have to like it. I still love him."
"Sure you do. He probably feels exactly the same way about you."