It's Valentine's Day and I'm stuck in Atlanta on a Thursday night, a three-hour flight from my home. This sucks for me since Valentine's Day is the anniversary of the night I proposed to my wife Jesse, she made it our big night. For the last three years we had been going out to dinner and it was the only night she would wear this little blue dress. Something about the shade of the dress would cause her blue eyes to glow like sapphires. It was short, showed off her cleavage and I knew there was a matching bra and panty set underneath. Not to mention the four inch heels in a matching blue with black thigh high stockings.
It was also the best night of sex we would enjoy that year, the only night she would give up her ass for me. She once told me that although she would come when I fucked her ass, it was different than if I went down on her or any other time I made her cum. And it always left her sore in the morning. To Jesse that was the best part because it reminded her that she had given the man she loved with all her heart, everything she had to give. Jesse would make sure I came in all of her holes, and I always took the next day off to recover. Jesse did not have as many vacation days so she would arrange to go in around noon which allowed us to have another session in the morning. But I was going to miss it this year because of this business trip to Atlanta.
Jesse was pissed when I told her about it. Then she softened and said we could just celebrate the following day when I was scheduled to be home, but it would be close to midnight before I walked through the door. Then she went back into bitch mode, taunting me that I was going to have to wait another whole year to have her ass.
I did arrange to have an expensive sapphire tennis bracelet and flowers delivered to her office on Valentine's Day. She sent me a text with pictures of the bracelet on her wrist and the flowers with a thank you. Something about her text bothered me but I was in meetings when I first got it. Later in the day I went back to it and realized there was no 'I love you,' or anything else romantic about her response. The fucking bracelet cost me $2,000 and all I got was a thank you.
When my meetings were over, I went back to my hotel room and tried calling Jesse, but it went straight to voice mail. Three more tries ended with the same result.
At around 8:00, I received an alert on my cell phone that someone was ringing the doorbell to our condo. Checking the ring cam and I saw a well-dressed young gentleman at the door with a bouquet of flowers. My stomach sank.
I owned the condo before we got married. Jesse liked the layout; the doorway entered a great room with a two-story ceiling. A stairway on the left led up to an open hallway and two bedrooms and a bath. We used the great room as our living room and the left most bedroom as the master. Someone broke in while I was away on business the first month I lived there. It looked like they tried to steal the flat screen TV from the great room but ended up dropping and breaking it. Jesse and I were only dating at the time, so I installed the ring cam on the front door and another camera in the upper right corner of the great room. That camera gave a perfect view of the entrance way, stairs, and the living room itself.
I made sure Jesse knew about the camera when she moved in. She like the idea of the extra security, we didn't live in a bad neighborhood but obviously someone broke in once and I traveled three or four times a year for business.
So, imagine my surprise when Jesse invites the young gentleman into our home and she's wearing her little blue dress. The little blue dress she only wears for me. It becomes obvious that the gentleman is her date, and as they kiss, he casually squeezes her ass like he's done it many times. My emotions are all over the place. They step out of view of the camera and when they return, Jesse has a jacket on, and they leave.
Pacing back and forth in my hotel room does nothing for me. I hit the minibar for a bottle of wine and changed my mind. I don't need to drink; I need to do something constructive. I opened my laptop and started canceling our joint credit cards, liquidating our savings to pay off the balances including the fucking tennis bracelet. Then I moved most of the money from our joint bank accounts to my pre-marriage accounts and closed any avenue Jesse could use to hurt me financially. Lastly, I changed any passwords that I may have shared with Jesse.
At 11:00, my phone alerts me to motion at my front door and I watch Jesse, and her date enter my condo. They look like they've been drinking. On my laptop, I watch the great room camera. They quickly shed their jackets, and Jesse drops the little blue dress on the floor. I make sure all of this is recorded. There's a lot of kissing going on, their hands are all over each other and Jesse's bra joins her dress. Jesse takes her date's hand and leads him up to the master bedroom.
I spend the next half hour vomiting in the bathroom. After waiting another half hour, I realized that I wouldn't see them again that evening. Trying to sleep was futile so I sent my boss an email telling him I came down with a bug and was going to have to skip Friday's sessions. I knew he wouldn't be happy but he was a germophobe so I wouldn't take too much shit. I also rescheduled my flight home and would be there around noon, around the time Jesse left for work.
My phone received an alert from the great room camera as I was on my way to the airport. Jesse and her date were coming down the stairs. He was wearing my bathrobe. In isolation that may not be a big thing, but Jesse had that well fucked look on her face I knew very well. Her walk told me her ass was sore. Her date had stolen all the things that were mine, the little blue dress, my wife and her ass, my bed and now my robe.
They came in and out of view several times as the kitchen could not be seen on the camera. I was able to watch them enter the bathroom together. I called a good friend of mine who was recently divorced and asked for his lawyer's number. He offered his condolences for the death of my marriage and gave me the number for his ex-wife's lawyer. He also made sure he was available if I needed someone to talk to. I called the lawyer, and she would be able to squeeze me in at 4:00 so I sent her the video from the night before. Jesse always worked to at least six when she would work late which gave me enough time to see the lawyer and make it back to the condo before Jesse did.
I had to board my flight before Jesse and her date came out of the bathroom, so I assumed they took a shower together and maybe some other things.
On the flight home, I fell asleep in didn't wake up until people were getting off the plane. All I had was my carryon, so I was quickly in my car and on my way home. Jesse's car was still in the driveway, so I parked at a convenience store around the corner. On my phone I called up the camera again and picked up where I left off about three hours earlier. I watched the naked couple exit the bathroom and head back to the master bedroom. They came out 45 minutes later, he was fully dressed, Jesse was still naked as she walked him to the door. And then she showered again.
An alert from the doorbell camera told me that Jesse had left for work, and I headed home. The scene in the great room devastated me. The little blue dress and her bra were still on the floor. For some reason I took a picture even though I had more than enough evidence of her infidelity. Our bedroom was even worse, there were multiple cum stains on the sheets and no evidence of a condom anywhere. She let him fuck her bareback. I took pictures of the cum stains and then gathered the sheets, put them in a plastic bag and stored them in my car.
Why? I have no idea.
I realized I was starving and headed over to a little dinner for a late breakfast. While I was eating, I sent Jesse the picture of the little blue dress and bra on the floor and told her I got home early.
She replied, "Great, maybe we can celebrate our anniversary after all."
I was dumbfounded.
Back at the condo, I moved all of my stuff into the guest room which also served as my home office and started merging the different videos into one and made several backup copies. I attached copies to draft emails, one to her mom, one to my parents and one to her boss because I was certain that her date was a co-worker. I also burned a copy to a thumb drive.
The meeting with the lawyer went as expected. The videos would support a divorce on grounds of adultery, but it would make little difference for me financially. I would be able to keep the condo since I owned it before I met Jesse, but I would have to give her at least a week to move out. I also had to put some of the money back into our joint accounts. I told the lawyer I still wanted to divorce Jesse on grounds of adultery and asked when Jesse will be served. We agreed on Wednesday morning at her place of work. She was against the idea of me confronting Jesse before then, but I told her I couldn't pretend everything was normal until then.
I got back to the condo and waited for Jesse to get home. She walked in all cheerful and went to hug me, but I pushed her away.
"What the fuck Jack, you haven't seen your wife in three days, and you push me away," she screamed.
"Jesse, have you lost your mind, your little blue dress and bra are still sitting on the floor, and do you remember the camera up there in the corner?"
"So, what's your point Jack? Does that thing even work?"
"Yes, it does Jesse, I saw you and your lover last night!"
"I don't have a lover Jack, maybe you are the one who lost your mind."
"Then who were you with last night if you don't want to call him your lover."
"I was alone all-night Jack, maybe we should take you to a clinic or the ER."
I just stared at her until I noticed the love bite on her breast and pointed it out to her. There was no change in her expression. We stood there staring at each other for several minutes and I turned on the TV and began playing the video. Jesse watched the first few minutes and then turned off the TV.
"I still don't get your point Jack."
"Jesse, you cheated on me, that's my point and how long have you been seeing this guy?"
"I have never cheated on you Jack and I don't know what you're talking about. I haven't been seeing anyone. God this insanity is giving me a headache, I'm going to take some Tylenol and lay down for an hour."
As she approached the steps I said, "Jesse, to be clear here, you cheated on me on our special night while wearing that special dress. I already spoke to an attorney and I'm filing for divorce on grounds of adultery. You have six days to move out of my condo and I suggest you get a lawyer."
"You have no grounds for adultery because I was never unfaithful to you."
When she got to the bedroom she yelled about the missing sheets.
"I tossed the cum stained sheets Jesse."
"There were no cum stains on those sheets Jack, I just washed them two days ago and that was after you left."
"It wasn't my cum that stained the sheets Jesse, it was your lover's come. I'm disappointed that you rode him bareback. You should get checked for STDs."
"Stop this insanity Jack, I do not have a lover, there were no cum stains on those sheets and the only man I have ever rode bareback is you so there's zero chance I have an STD unless there is something you're not telling me. Please stop and let me get rid of this headache."
I called my divorce friend, and he agreed to meet me at a bar. He asked me how I was doing and explained to him my trip to the twilight zone. He was as dumbfounded as I was. It was good to get all the shit from the last 24 hours off my chest and I really felt better after telling him my story. I didn't want to get drunk and drive, so I paid for our dinner and headed back to the condo. I didn't want to go there either. I was fucking stuck.
But there weren't a lot of options, so I headed in.
Jesse was in the kitchen cooking and greeted me with, "Great, your back. Where did you go?"
"I went and grabbed a bite to eat with Brian."
"Why didn't you ask me, I would have loved something to eat besides this reheated Chinese food. Do you want any?"
"No thank you Jesse."
