So. Here we are. Married over 30 years. I thought I knew everything there was to know about her. I'm Marty, she's Helen. No, Marty isn't short for Martin, my mother named me Mortimer for some god awful reason. We'd grown up together, well she did live about 5 or 6 blocks away and she was a year younger than me. We did have some of the same memories of junior and high school. We started dating after we were both in high school. Went to the prom together. You know, all the usual things for childhood sweethearts who got married right out of high school. She went to college in the next town to be a nurse while I worked in Dad's garage as a mechanic. Those were the days you didn't need a PhD and umpteen computers to fix a car.
She made the drive back and forth every day to school. I kept the car up so she wouldn't have any problems. Well, there were a few flat tires and a couple of dead batteries along the way, but nothing worth blowing a gasket over. We could laugh about it now, after the inconvenience and aggravation were gone. She had her school friends and I worked in the garage. After she graduated, we stayed in town while she went to work at the local hospital. Most of her college friends ended up in other places.
Helen's a couple of inches shorter than me and can still fit in some of her old clothes. Do me a favor and don't ask how old. I'm about 5'9" and a solid 200 lbs. After the kids came along, she lost the excess weight through work. Nurses do a lot of physical work. These days though, she goes out running in the mornings with me. I don't need a spare tire or a beer belly. Too hard to get underneath somebody's car. People have said we look like siblings with our brown hair and eyes.
Our son David was born first and Darla came next. Interesting thing, though. Both kids have red hair and blue eyes. We believe it was from an uncle on her side of the family. Helen and I had a few intense discussions about hair and eye color and recessive genes. Eventually, we ended up in her parent's attic looking at old photographs. Can't tell much about hair color in black and white photos, but we did find a few pictures of him and we'd heard enough stories from her family about his red hair to settle the issue.
After a while it didn't seem to matter any more. They were our kids and we loved them. Not to be a worry wart or anything, but those recessive genes have been a sore spot with me since they were born. Oh, not enough to go charging through the house breaking things, but I've always had this feeling sitting back there. I think I would know better than most how an oyster feels with that irritating speck of sand stuck inside that can't get out. Sad to say, I can't produce the right kind of pearl substance so that feeling has never gone away. I'll bet that oyster feels the same way.
Finally, the kids graduated from high school, one right after the other. They both graduated with honors and scholarships. We are so proud.
David's graduation was held outside at the football field. I know, you've been through that routine also. Helen and I sat together, but Darla saw some of her friends so she sat with them. I looked around the bleachers hoping to spot her before it came time to shove out way out of there. I thought I saw her off to my right on the other side of Helen, or at least I saw her red head. But, as we stood up to leave, Darla came up from somewhere behind me to join us. I looked at her then I looked back towards the area I thought I saw her before. The red head was gone so I put it down to being slow and forgot about it.
The following year it rained, so the graduation was held in the gym. This time David sat with us on the other side of Helen from me. Finally it was over and we stood up to leave. That's when I saw a tall red headed man at the edge of the stands get up and leave. He must have been 6'6" tall and was really slender. Now I'm wondering and trying to push that speck of sand back where it was hiding. I turned to look at Helen, but she was answering a question from David. People must have thought it was cute, my wife talking to our son who towered over us by at least a foot. Uh huh. I didn't say anything about seeing that man at the graduation. Maybe I should have. Or at least brought it up later at home. I noticed how fast he left the gym, though.
Now they're finishing their education in the same college as Helen attended. They are both taking computer classes and are hoping to get IT jobs with some big company. David drove for the first year he was there, but when Darla started school, they found an apartment and moved in together. They still come home for most weekends, though. It is nice to be independent, but having a security blanket is also a good thing.
Over time, Helen moved up through the ranks at the hospital. Now, she is the nursing supervisor and spends most of her time doing the paper work. She started volunteering at the local library on Thursday evenings and the museum on Saturdays. The garage was open Monday through Saturday, so I wasn't home anyway.
This particular Saturday I decided to cut out early and get Helen and go to a cabin my parents left us in their will. I usually stay away from downtown because of the traffic, but as this was Saturday, I decided to cut straight through instead of driving all the way around town. I pulled up at a red light and was looking around when I saw them.
A big motel chain had put a new motel into an empty area and brought an indoor swimming pool and Jacuzzi with them to help attract guests. They also had a big parking garage next door to help alleviate the downtown parking problem. I saw Helen walking with a man I'd seen only one time before. He had red hair and was a skinny 6'6" tall. Helen was holding his hand and they were both laughing as they left the parking garage. I sat and watched them go into the motel lobby. Just then the car behind me honked. The light had turned green, but I hadn't moved yet. Good thing they were inside before the horn had sounded or they might have looked and spotted me. I was in a daze and just drove around for about fifteen minutes and found myself back at the same motel. I pulled into the garage and drove through the levels, but I didn't see Helen's car. I pulled into a spot and got out to go into the motel lobby. A bored looking clerk was behind the desk as I approached.
"Afternoon, sir," the clerk said. "How may I help you today?"
"Hi," I replied. "I thought I saw an old friend of mine from school come in here a few minutes ago with a woman. He's a red headed dude over 6" tall. Can you tell me if he is staying here?"
"Oh, yeah. That's Charlie and Helen all right. They come here every Saturday and they spend the day," the clerk answered. "Sometimes they go swimming, but nobody is in the pool today. We're having maintenance problems."
"Well, can you give me their room number?" I asked. "I haven't seen them for a long time now and I'd like to catch up with them."
"Well, we don't usually hand out people's room numbers. Matter of policy, you know?" the clerk stated.
Something about his eyes clicked for me when he said that, so I slid a fifty across the counter and smiled. The bill disappeared almost as fast as a registration slip showing they were in room 613 appeared. I nodded at him and walked to the elevator. All the way up, I wondered what I would do or say when I got there. Here was 30 years of wondering just waiting to be let loose. Once and for all. The elevator dinged and the doors opened. I walked down the hall until I reached the room. I stood there a moment just staring at the door. Then I heard it. That sound of passion. I leaned forward and put my ear to the door. That was the sound of wet balls slapping a wet ass and Helen's grunts as she took his dick. Just from the sounds, they were getting close to finishing this little romp. So, that's when I knocked. Well, I say knocked. I actually took off my shoe and hit the door with the heel. Bam, bam, bam. Nice echo, so it must be a hollow core door.
All the noise I heard had stopped. Furious now, I stepped back and charged the door hitting it with my shoulder. You know, just like in the movies. Except this time, I hit the door and it came off it's hinges and out of the frame. Cheap damn door. I don't know who was more surprised. Helen with her legs around asshole's back, asshole, or me laying on the floor on a busted door. Everybody froze in place. I looked at them, they looked at me. After a moment, I scrabbled to my feet. I leaned back on the door frame, not saying a word, while I put my shoe back on my foot. Asshole finally retrieved some sense and grabbed a blanket to cover them while he rolled off of Helen onto the bed.
"Plan on staying here you lying whore," I finally said. "I'll have someone bring some clothes over for you. Don't think you are coming back to the house, now or forever."
Asshole looked like he was going to say something but I cut him off saying, "Don't even think about it, shit paper. Tomorrow when I go to the lawyer to get divorce papers against her, I'm also going to ask for a lawsuit to be filed in District Court against you. You owe me child support for both kids back to when they were born. I'll let the lawyer estimate the punitive damages."
