I knew they were fucking...
The wife of the asshole she was fucking told me.
Gloria, my wife, was fucking an asshole truck driver. How did I know? The asshole truck driver's wife told me. How did she know? The asshole truck driver told her. Why did he tell her? He didn't know he did.
His name is Ralph Godwin. His wife's name is Janice Godwin, and like most people today, they both had cell phones. They also had a laptop computer, which they shared. His job allowed him to drive locally, which meant he was home every night. When he got home every evening, he and Janice were, again, like most married couples in that they ate dinner then sat around waiting for bedtime. While sitting around, he monopolized their laptop, staying on it for hours playing games and cruising the internet.
She, like her husband, enjoyed playing on the computer, but he seemed to hog it most of the time. Her enjoyment was jigsaw puzzles. She found a website that had them and she almost became addicted to them, but he didn't like sharing the laptop.
She was telling one of her friends about it and her friend recommended Janice buy an I-Pad. She could get her puzzles and not have to worry about the laptop; Ralph could have it.
So they bought her one. Their phones were in his name so he added her I-Pad to his account and things were going along fine. They were both happy with their jobs, their home life was fine, they had sex once a week or so, he had the laptop and she had her I-Pad.
One evening shortly after getting her new toy, he was in their living room playing on the laptop and she was in the bedroom. She had finished her shower and was lying in bed and turned on her I-Pad. It came on, but it wasn't the puzzle she was working on; it was a series of text messages. She started reading them and it didn't take long to realize she was reading her husband's text messages in real time. It was apparent he was texting a woman and it was just as apparent she was texting him back.
It wasn't difficult to deduce the two were having an affair, especially when he told her he would meet her at the same place the next day at their regular time.
Janice lay there in disbelief as she read the things they were going to do to each other. She quietly got out of bed and went to the livingroom where she saw him on his phone.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
He jumped. "Texting with dispatch about tomorrow," he said.
She went back to the bedroom, picked up her I-Pad in time to see him telling his lover that they had almost been caught.
She put the I-pad down, crawled under the covers and started to cry. She was still sobbing when he came in, but she didn't want him to see her so she struggled to stop.
He got in bed and stayed on his side making no effort to snuggle or kiss her good night. She was glad he didn't.
When she was sure he was asleep, she got up and went to the livingroom where she spent the night on the sofa. It was a night spent thinking. By morning, she had made a decision. She was going to sit back, and find out who the woman was before doing anything.
That took less than week. She learned from their messages that her name was Gloria, and that she was a waitress in the local truckstop where Ralph ate breakfast several mornings a week.
The day after she learned the name, she went to the truckstop, and looked for a waitress named Gloria. She wasn't difficult to find because she was wearing a nametag. Janice sat at a seat in her section and ordered a cup of coffee. When she brought it, Janice asked if her last name was Johnson.
"No. It's Morris."
"Oh, sorry. I thought I knew you," said Janice.
Janice immediately went home, opened the laptop, went to Facebook and found Gloria Morris. She found that Gloria was married to Paul Morris, and that's me. From there she went to my social network page, found where I was working, called, and asked for me.
"This is Paul Morris." I answered.
"Mr. Morris, My name is Janice Godwin and you and I need to talk."
"Why is that, Mrs. Godwin?"
"I can't discuss it on the phone, but it concerns your wife."
"Exactly how does it concern my wife?"
"As I said, I won't discuss it on the phone, but I'm happy to meet you at the place and time of your choosing."
"Mrs. Godwin, unless I have some idea of what you want to say, I'm not meeting you at any place at any time." There was a pause. "So if you have nothing else to say..."
"She's having an affair with my husband," Janice blurted out.
"I beg your pardon?"
"My husband and your wife are having an affair."
"Are you sure you have the right man?"
"I am."
"Then maybe we should meet." I invited her to come immediately to my office, which she did. She showed me the texts between Gloria and her husband, but nowhere was Gloria's last name used so my position was that could be anyone, until it showed the text where her husband referred to Gloria's workplace. That got my attention. Some of their more recent texts referred to both Janice's and my stupidity.
The problem was what to do, and how to do it. Janice and I discussed it and came to the conclusion that divorce was in the cards for both of us, but maybe a bit of revenge was in order first. Not revenge fucking; neither of us thought that was a good idea, but maybe fucking with their minds.
It was obvious from their texts that the sex they were having was just to scratch an itch, not for any long range, "let's run away, get married and live happily ever after" relationship. That, in my mind, made their affair worse. If they fell in love that would be one thing because you can't help who you fall in love with. But it wasn't like that with them. It was just sex, which made both Janice and me feel there was something she and I had done in our marriages to make our spouses feel the need to seek sex elsewhere. We were both deeply hurt by that.
She and I had discussed getting revenge, but what form was it going to take?
