(Part 2 of 3)
Over the next few weeks I persuaded myself that it didn't happen. My wife never sat in the darkness of her co-worker's car while I watched a dumb movie. She never violated the sanctity of our marriage with her soft lips and his...well it didn't happen. Melanie is a woman of refinement, a real lady. She just wouldn't do something like that.
And yet the thought of her doing just that, in terrible detail, kept popping into my head.
The next occasion of my troubles was teacher professional services day. For years without fail Melanie would attend the mandatory morning sessions, have lunch with her staff and then skip the afternoon electives. I would take the day off and we would do something together. This year though she told me to go ahead and work that day. There were some afternoon sessions she wanted to attend, related to her certification.
I knew that was pure bullshit but I played it cool. I didn't request the day off work but instead called in sick. In the late morning I drove a friend's borrowed car to the school district offices and staked out the parking lot. Sure enough she emerged from the building promptly at noon, practically arm-in-arm with none other than chemistry teacher Tom. They got into his car, a Dodge Challenger, and I followed them to a motel near their school.
I watched through the lobby windows as they checked in and got on the elevator. There were only two floors so I went in and got a room on the second. I had no way of knowing what room they were in but when I walked the upstairs hallway I saw just one Do Not Disturb sign. That had to be them. Unfortunately it was two doors down and across the hall from me.
I wasn't sure what to do next so I left my door cracked and watched. An hour went by and I was about to give up when the housekeeper arrived on the elevator. I asked her to let me into an adjoining room, offering her a version of the truth along with two hundred dollars and a promise not to make any trouble. Shortly I was making myself comfortable in a chair and cautiously putting my ear to a glass pressed against the wall.
It was a bust at first. I could hear muffled conversation, some laughter, random clicks and clinks. At times I could hear Melanie's voice distantly but clearly. Tom's lower voice came through only as a murmur. But I didn't really care what he had to say anyway. It was kind of boring though I guess it was better than hearing a bunch of grunts and groans. Again, I was just about to give up when I heard two somethings fall heavily into the bed on the other side of the wall...and heard one side of a conversation.
"...murmur...murmur...murmur..."
"Yeah, I want to try everything."
"...murmur..."
"I don't know. Everything?"
"...murmur murmur..."
"What? No way. I've never even done THAT with my husband."
I could guess what THAT was and thankfully she wasn't going for it.
"Do you have something we can use as lube?"
What the fuck?
"Well, good thing you planned ahead."
Oh fuck. This was fucked up. I was in a panic. I wanted to yell, beat on the wall, beat down their door, do anything to stop it from happening. But could I have stopped it? Clearly she was Tom's girl now, not mine. If she wanted him, wanted THAT, then I could delay the inevitable but I couldn't stop it.
"Okay, so how do you want me?"
I took the glass away from the wall and stretched out on the bed. I felt sick...and, sorry to say, I was turned on. It was like I looked forward to it happening even as I dreaded it. Despise me if you want. I certainly despise myself for it. But the thought of Melanie, my prim and proper wife, assuming the position, getting herself ready to...to submit to...to being...being sodomized. It was...what is wrong with me? At the same time I was mortified. If only it could be me there with her.
