Brian Welker couldn't help but smile as he wiped the sweat from his brow. Earlier in the day, he had been promoted to shift foreman at Harding Containers, effective immediately. The icing on the cake was working night shift for the foreseeable future. Most people hated night shift, but the timing was great for Brian.
His son was a junior in high school. He participated in several sports and clubs. By working nights, Brian would be able to attend his son's activities without missing work. He had worked night shift more than a few times over the years and had developed a system for sleeping days that made it all work for him.
That was the reason he was crawling across roof trusses in his attic on a warm August afternoon. He had been given Thursday and Friday off with pay after being informed of the promotion. It was an opportunity to rest and prepare for his new position starting on Sunday night.
Brian had long planned to make a small apartment over his detached garage. It would become his fortress of solitude where he could peacefully sleep days. He hoped to avoid the usual interruptions and distractions which so frequently occur when a person tries to sleep at a time most people are up and about.
Brian was running a cable so he would have internet in his apartment. The WiFi signal in the house simply did not reach the apartment. He decided to place an extender in the end of his house attic nearest his garage in the hope it would give a strong signal inside his apartment.
As he worked at uncoiling the wire the length of the attic, Brian heard faint sounds coming from inside his house. It was early afternoon, so his wife, Brenda, would be at work. Tim, their son, was visiting Brenda's parents for a few days, so the house should have been empty!
Brian crawled over trusses toward the area from which the noises were coming. After moving fifteen feet closer, Brian was able to determine the origin of the sounds. It was his bedroom!
Conversation grew much more distinct as Brian settled over an unused air conditioning vent in his bedroom ceiling. Brenda had insisted the old vent was blowing cold air on her at night, thus causing her frequent neck aches. He had installed a new vent as far from Brenda's side of the bed as possible, but never bothered to take the old one out. That would have required repairing the hole in the ceiling created by pulling the vent. Brian simply left it in the ceiling, but not attached to any ductwork.
He gently lifted the fiberglass insulation which was resting on the floor of the attic and slowly uncovered the vent. He felt his gut wrench when he saw his wife of twenty years moving under a thin man with a what appeared to be an exceptionally white ass. As painful as the vision was, Brian was unable to look away. He couldn't stop watching a train wreck which had once been his marriage.
The couple had been rutting for a few minutes when Brian's brain finally began to function. He set his phone to video and carefully placed it on the vent in such a way the camera eye had an unimpeded view of his marital bed.
"I love how tight you are," crooned the guy between Brenda's legs. "Does your husband ever tap this prime pussy, or does he have a needle-dick?"
"I've asked you not to mention Brian," protested Brenda, somewhat weakly, in Brian's opinion. "This isn't about him. He's a good lover and a great father."
"I'm sure he is. I'm getting ready to drop a big load inside your pussy right here in his bed, yet you insist you're happy with how he fucks you. What's wrong with this picture?"
"I don't know why I let you talk me into doing this here. Ahh! Right there! There's no chance of being caught in your apartment. I'm going to cum!" groaned Brenda.
The guy covering Brenda suddenly tensed up. The couple became very still for a minute before Brian saw the man roll off his wife.
"See how intense it is when you take chances?" asked Brenda's lover. "Fucking in my apartment works great most of the time, but banging you in your marital bed takes it to another level."
Brian recognized the man enjoying his wife once he flipped onto his back after coming inside her. He was Bill Grant, a driver for the parcel delivery company where both he and Brenda worked. He was recently divorced and had a daughter in Tim's class.
"That sounds terrible," responded Brenda, but without any real emotion. "You wanted to have sex in my bed because it turns you on to think you've put one over on Brian? You act like it's a competition or something."
"It is a competition, at least for men," replied Grant with a soft chuckle. "You're a sexy woman and the sex is great, but knowing you're married and I'm having sex with you in your husband's bed makes me the winner. It feels incredible!"
"It wouldn't feel so great if Brian caught us here. I don't know why I agreed to this, but it won't happen again! I'm worried about Brian discovering us. It would ruin my marriage," admitted Brenda.
"Let's make a deal," suggested Grant. "As long as you shut off your husband, I won't insist we do it in his bed. Once he gets between your legs again, we'll have to return so I can reclaim my place as top dog."
"I'm not going to refuse Brian! He's my husband. I can't just close my legs and expect him to go along with it," reasoned Brenda. "He's a man and wants sex on a regular basis."
"You do what you have to do, but keep in mind I'll be balls deep inside you in this very bed as soon as possible, if he fucks you. Maybe that excites you as much as it does me," replied Grant. "Look how hard your nipples are getting. You're turned on!"
"That's the damn air conditioning," was Brenda's reply. "I'll try to discourage Brian from having sex and keep these suicide meetings in my bedroom to a minimum. I don't like to think about what would happen if Brian ever caught us." Brian had parked his truck inside his detached garage. It was hidden from view, thus Brenda had no idea he was home and certainly had no idea he was listening to her conversation.
His face was covered in sweat. It dripped steadily from his body to the insulation covering the floor of the attic. He refused to let himself vomit knowing how hard it would be to clean up, and how bad it would make the entire attic smell. He forced himself to remain still as he listened to the loving couple get dressed and leave.
As he made his way to the ladder, Brian considered what he had just learned. A slimy bastard was fucking his wife. She was even going to withhold sex from him as much as possible to placate and please her lover. Brian managed a grim smile as he considered that. Brenda was going to have no trouble withholding sex from him because she was never again going to have his cock inside her!
He studied his situation while taking a shower and came to several quick decisions. He wouldn't let Brenda know he was aware of her infidelity. Tim had two years of high school left, so Brian decided his main focus would be his son. He'd no longer concern himself with Brenda. He simply no longer cared about what she wanted or how she felt. Why should he give a rat's ass about her since she obviously held him in complete contempt?
He wasn't willing to vacate the house he had spent fifteen years remodeling so some sleazy prick could live there in comfort while banging his wife! Brenda hadn't sounded like she would be seeking a divorce, so Brian decided to make an attempt to hang on until Tim graduated from high school.
There was one thing he knew he'd need; his apartment completed much sooner. Brian decided he'd include some major upgrades. Rather than only sleeping there while working night shift, it would become his living quarters for the next year and a half. He would need a small kitchen, as well as a full bathroom. By the time Tim graduated and headed for college, Brian would have had time to form a plan on how he wanted to proceed. To that end, Brian called some contractors he knew and made appointments to get estimates. He had decided to hire a company to complete the work. It would be done quickly and professionally, and he'd pay someone to do it. There was no longer a need to save pennies by doing everything himself. His promotion would easily allow him to cover the expenses. For the first time in his life, Brian realized his time was more important than money.
If he saved a dollar, half would be Brenda's. He was done with his old way of life. He'd always tried to do as much of the work on his home as he could, thinking it would benefit his family. That had all changed when he saw Grant banging Brenda. He was going to make certain Tim's college education was fully funded. Beyond that, Brian was going to rebuild his life and have some fun while doing it. He no longer felt any allegiance to his cheating wife.
Brian had gained control of his emotions by the time Brenda walked in after work and saw him sitting in the kitchen. "You're home already? Did you get off early for some reason?"
Brian gazed at Brenda and decided she looked different to him. She had some lines and wrinkles in her face and she carried a few extra pounds. Why hadn't he noticed it before? Had his love for his wife blinded him to her faults? It saddened him to think about his sudden change of attitude toward Brenda, but it had been her decision to have an affair. He was simply reacting.
"Yeah, we're in a bit of a jam at work. I was asked to work nights for awhile, starting tonight. They let me come home and pack a lunch and rest. I'll be headed back in later."
"They shouldn't ask you to work nights after a day shift, even if you had some time off during the day," reasoned Brenda. "You'll be exhausted. At least lie down and sleep for a few hours."
"Good idea," responded Brian. "I'll just go crawl between the sheets and ..."
"Wait!" insisted Brenda far too loudly as she recalled the condition of the bed. "I just remembered I need to wash the bed linens!"
"Okay," responded Brian calmly as he grimly chuckled to himself at Brenda's discomfort. "I'll just use the bed in the guest room. There's no need to get so excited."
A few hours later Brian left the house as if he was going to work. He stopped at a local sports bar and watched a baseball game and enjoyed a few beers. He had previously placed an air mattress in his future apartment. Once he was sure Brenda would be asleep, he parked inside the garage and went up the stairs to his waiting air mattress. He slept surprisingly well.
One of the contractors Brian interviewed the next day was between projects and offered a very good price if Brian would agree to begin immediately. Two weeks would see the contractor's crew moving to a new development miles away. Brian agreed and signed the contract for the work to begin Monday morning.
His night shift operated from Sunday night through Thursday night. The plant would shut down Friday evening and start up again Sunday night. Brenda knew Brian would not have to work Friday night. Therefore, she was surprised when he got ready for bed and headed for the guest room the next night.
