I had my doubts about my wife's fidelity for almost six months now. I wasn't sure until three weeks ago when I discovered a second phone that was identical to one that I bought her. We were watching some television when she got a call from a worker. She is a office manager for a manufacturing company, so this wasn't unusual if someone was calling in for work the next day. She excused herself and went into our home office and closed the door.
I heard a cell phone ringing somewhere in the house, I checked mine, and it wasn't receiving a call. I followed the sound into the kitchen where my wife's 'work bag' sat on the kitchen table. The ring was coming from the bag.
I dug around inside, and found my wife's real phone ringing with a call from one of our daughters that were away at college. I let it go to voicemail. I didn't want to tip my hand. There is only one reason for her to have two identical phones.
I called my 'assistant', or my buddy that's a lawyer. I had to plan, and he was the guy to help me do it.
We married young, and we weren't each others first. Even with raising our two daughters, we had sex three to four times each week. As we're both approaching fifty, me next year and her the year after, we had sex at least twice each week, that is until the last five months when it became once a week on Saturday. On the day that I found the second phone, it had been over a week since we had sex, and now that I am sure that she is cheating, I don't plan to have sex until I have a clear idea of if I have an STD. I don't have any signs but sometimes you don't.
My 'assistant' and I formulated a plan. The plan was executed with interesting results. I wanted to confront my wife's lover, and her bosses for allowing something like this to happen.
I wore my Sunday best suit for my meeting, and my 'assistant' dressed sharply as well. He approached the secretary/assistant of my wife's immediate supervisor. She confirmed our appointment, and announced us to her boss. After a minutes, she opened his office door for us to enter. My 'assistant' activated his various recording devices so we would have a record of the answers that I am looking for.
Upon entering the office, my 'assistant' saw on the sofa at the rear of the office while I took a seat at one of the two chairs placed in front of the desk.
He stood and reached across the desk to shale my hand, I leaned forward and took his right hand and we shook. "Mr Forrest, you can call me Jim, and what can Collins Manufacturing do for your company?"
I avoided his question with mine. "You seem quite young to be a VP of Sales, Jim. How did you achieve this level of greatness?"
He smiled as I played his ego. "Well it's maybe hard work, but having an uncle that's the founder doesn't hurt." He laughed like he'd given away a secret.
He leaned backward into his chair. "Really, what can I do for you? I can offer so very 'interesting' payment options." He winked.
I paused, the looked him in his eyes. "Well, you can tell me why you're fucking my wife?"
The look of shock showed on his face. It was a panicked look. It seemed that his mind was rushing over various men's wives that he may have had sex with.
I threw him a bone. "You look like you can't figure out which man I am.. She has two daughters in college, and she is the office manager for this firm."
His face drew down, and if he was waiting for me to punch him, but I sat quietly watching him. "Again, why are you fucking my wife?"
He smirked. "It's nothing against you. I like being single, I want no attachments so I fuck married women. I don't want a girlfriend, and I do get off knowing that I took another man's wife away from him. The women think that they have been missing something and crave excitement. Being honest, this is new ground for me. You're the first husband to confront me."
The confession continued. "At first, years ago, I tried to satisfy these women better than their husband, but over time I learned that I didn't need to, so I don't really try to satisfy anyone but myself. I don't have to be bigger than the husbands, I just have to be younger and richer."
We looked at each other, as he asked. "How did you figure it out?"
I looked unblinking into his eyes. "We have been married almost twenty-five years, that's the sad part, but over time people learn about each, have routines. Over the last six months, I have watched my wife being more secretive, more withdrawn at times. There were strange credit card receipts. Four months ago, I noticed her dressing differently, being more attractive for work. Never dressing up for me, but for 'someone." I pointed to him with my right hand.
