Suspicious Minds

I took the day off from work to get things prepped around the house for the holidays. Our daughter, Casey, would be home from college tomorrow. Casey is a senior; my wife and I look forward to this holiday homecoming each year, we haven't seen Casey since visiting her school in October.

Diane, my wife, has been working a lot of overtime these past few months. The company she works for is considering the purchase of one of their competitors. Diane is the project manager, in charge of the due diligence. Her report to the Board will help determine the purchase price. It's quite a responsibility that requires long hours and more than a few trips to the targeted company's headquarters in Phoenix. It's been a tough four months for Diane and for me; I miss my wife.

We usually close Casey's bedroom door after she leaves in the fall; there's really no reason to use the room. I decided to dust and vacuum the room before making her bed. I lifted the duvet cover so it wouldn't get caught in the vacuum and that's when I saw it.

As I leaned forward, I said a little prayer that it was just a busted party balloon; but as I got closer, I knew it wasn't. My next thought was disappointment that Casey was having sex in our home. She didn't have a steady boyfriend; was this one of those 'friends-with-benefits' the young people talk about now? With my thumb and forefinger, I gingerly lifted the prophylactic off the floor, lifted it up and stared.

No way was this a rubber used four months ago; the contents within were still in a liquid state. I'm no expert on these things; but it must not have been more than a week or two ago that the damn thing was filled.

My head was spinning, I'm sure I yelled out loud, "What the fuck? What the FUCK, WHAT THE FUCK?"

I had to sit down on the bed for a minute. That rubber could only mean one thing. But the thought of my Diane cheating was beyond comprehension. We'd been married twenty-two years and she never gave me a moment of concern related to her fidelity. Sure, she's a forty-three-year-old babe and guys still hit on her. The only small lines on her face are laugh lines. She worries they make her look old; I told her they only enhance her natural beauty. She smiled that smile and kissed me when I said it.

Her body is as taut as when we married. Before this damn project, Diane spent three days a week in the gym; last spring we took two weeks and went to the Bahamas. Diane turned heads in her tiny bikini; she even treated me to an afternoon on the topless beach. We fucked like newlyweds that evening; didn't even make it to dinner.

So, why am I sitting on our daughter's bed holding a damn used rubber? I shook the cobwebs out of my head and walked into the kitchen to get a plastic bag. The rubber went into the bag, the bag into an envelope, then buried on the bottom of the freezer in the garage. It's the only thing I could think to do; save the evidence, in case...

Fuck! I didn't even want to think about the implications of this. Divorce? Could I forgive Diane? What if she doesn't want forgiveness? What if she's in love with the guy? I was completely out of my element here; this came out of nowhere.

Like a robot on automate, I went upstairs and finished getting Casey's bedroom ready. After making the bed, I was no closer to a plan of action. I called my brother and asked if he had time to meet me for lunch. Dave works in town; he sounded happy to hear from me and happy to get the hell out of his office for lunch when I said it was my treat.

Dave and I sat in a booth; I leaned forward and kept my voice low.

"Dave; this goes nowhere, this is between you and me - got it?"

"Sure Al; what's going on?"

I told Dave what I found; he sat there with his mouth open.

"Al, I can't believe it; not Diane. She loves you, man."

"That's what I thought; but how else to explain what I found. It's only the two of us living in the house. The only guests we've had all fall were the Johnson's and they stayed in the guest room. I don't think they'd sneak into Casey's room to enjoy a quickie."

"What are you going to do?"

"I guess I'm going to confront Diane when she gets home this evening. I can't imagine trying to act like nothing happened."

"No, no; don't do that. Confronting her without evidence is the last thing you should do."

"Why not?"

"Let me tell you why not. Two months ago, I came home early from work. When I came in, I could swear I heard a door close in the back of the house. At first, I thought it was Janet going out the back and I headed into the kitchen; but then I heard her call me from upstairs. I went up and there was Janet in her robe. I asked her what was going on; did I catch her messing around? I was pissed.

"Janet came unglued. She screamed at me for a couple minutes; how could I accuse her, the mother of our children, of such a thing? She blasted me for thinking such a thing. She cut me off for three weeks; three weeks without any sex and very few kisses. It was damn cold in the house until she finally let me out of the doghouse.

"Of course; I was still suspicious. I didn't let her know; but I kept my eyes wide open after that. I don't know if Janet realizes it, I hope not; but for the past two months I've been doing the checklist."

"What's the checklist?"

"Check her closet, check her phone. Check the bedroom for signs of sex. A couple times I came home for lunch, unexpectedly. Paid closer attention to Janet's appearance. Any changes in her behavior, any changes in our sex life."

"Where the hell did you get this checklist?"

"Found it online. It's amazing what's out there. I just googled, "cheating wife" and all kinds of shit popped up, including the checklist."

During this entire conversation, our waitress came and went, taking our order, bringing our lunch, bringing the check. Throughout it all I caught her listening. Finally, when she brought our check, she leaned over and spoke.

"I caught my boyfriend by checking his phone. Him and his whore kept up a constant stream of messages. He tried to deny it, but it was too much - I dumped his ass."

I left the restaurant without knowing what I was going to do. I sat in the den and listened to Rachmaninoff; the classics always calm me down and help me think. Was there any other evidence of infidelity? Anything other than one used condom?

Sure, Diane was working long hours, coming home later in the evenings and even going into the office on Saturdays. There was the out-of-town travel. What did Dave say? Any changed behavior?

It hit me. Last month, Diane spent an hour in the bathroom, soaking in the tub, primping. She called me into the bedroom after she finished; I walked in to find her in a pair of silk pajamas I'd never seen before. Diane melted into my arms and started to undress me. "Go shower and shave. Hurry."

I was hard as a rock as I walked into the bathroom; a quick shower, a close shave; I walked back into the bedroom. There were four candles lit and Diane was on the bed, the covers pulled back. I opened the towel from around my waist and joined her on the bed.

We kissed, I unbuttoned her silk top and pulled it off her shoulders. My hands fondled those perfect B-cup breasts, my fingers tweaking her nipples. We didn't rush it; taking our time exploring each other's bodies. For twenty-three years, since the day I asked Diane to marry me, this was the only body I've touched and I never tire of holding it, playing with it.

Diane tickled my cock with her nails; it hardened, I reached down to pull the pajama bottoms off Diane. I was ready to fuck; but when I slipped those pants off her ass and down her thighs, I got the surprise of my life. Diane had shaved the hair off her mound and lips - completely bald. Diane was always trimmed neat; but never totally bald.

I looked up at her and she was just looking back at me, an impish smile lighting up her face.

"You like?"

I was speechless.

Now, I've always loved going down on Diane; like I said, she's always neatly trimmed so it's not like going down into a jungle and getting hairs stuck in your throat; but this was something different all together. I've seen pictures of bald vaginas and we watched a couple pornos where the actresses were clean shaven; but this was the first time I've seen one in real life.

I answered Diane's question by going down and kissing her clit which was peeking out between those sweet, smooth lips. I spread the lips with my fingers and licked inside the folds. I stuck my tongue inside, then traveled down to that area between her vagina and ass. For a second, I even considered sticking my tongue on her asshole; but changed my mind. Instead, I wet my finger and swirled the finger around her hole while going back up and nibbling her clit. Diane came as I pleased her.

As she settled down from her first orgasm, she asked me, "Can we try something?"

"Sure."

"Lay down on your back."

I did; Diane straddled my chest and slowly moved her hips forward, her cunt was now right above my face; it looked beautiful, wet from my mouth and her orgasm. She lowered herself until it settled on my mouth. Diane moved her hips back and forth; I stuck my tongue out and flicked it; she finally stayed still when my lips found her clit. I reached up with my left hand to fondle a breast, the index finger on my right hand entered her cunt and wiggled inside the spongy area.

"Right there, Alec. With your finger and your mouth; keep them right where they are." Diane sounded breathless as she urged me on.

Diane started her orgasm and her fluid entered my mouth. It might have been the intensity of the moment; but the fluid tasted sweet.

Diane collapsed backward; I didn't give her time to recover. I got her off my legs and on her back, I spread her legs, my cock was as hard as it could be. There was no resistance as I entered her, I went all the way in, my pubic hairs met her bald mound.

I kissed Diane, my tongue entering her mouth. Diane must have tasted her own cum on my mouth, but she didn't hesitate, kissing me back and reciprocating by sweeping her tongue across my teeth.

We fucked each other in the missionary position, then she turned onto her hands and knees. Diane looked back at me, took my hard cock with one hand and pulled me back to the entrance of her sex.

"More; give me more, Alec."

We fucked like this for a few minutes until Diane came one more time, squeezing my cock with the walls of her cunt, driving me crazy with lust. I grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed back as I let go with my own orgasm. I could feel my cock grow just before it hit me, I hoped she could feel it, too.

I fell out of her, she was squeezing so hard, then I rolled to her side as she crumbled down. We looked at each other and started to laugh. At almost the same moment, we said the same thing, "That was wonderful!" Then we laughed some more. As soon as we recovered, we went into the bathroom and showered together, kissing the entire time.

That was a month ago and until the conversation with my brother at lunch today, it never entered my mind that Diane had shaved her cunt for anyone but me. Time to do some more investigation. Diane would be home in a couple hours, so no time like the present to get started.

First, I searched her closet; looking through boxes and bags. Nothing out of the ordinary except a new bikini in a Nordstrom's bag with the tags still on it. Could this be something she wears for him down in Phoenix? I'd make certain to look for it the next time she goes out of town.

Next, I looked in her drawers. Again, nothing I hadn't see before; no new frilly underwear or nightgowns. No short dresses or tops I haven't seen on her. No hidden supply of condoms.

By the time I finished my search, it was time to make dinner. It was a salad night, so that was easy. I opened a bottle of Burgundy Pinot noir and sat in the kitchen waiting for Diane to come home.

When she walked in the door fifteen minutes later, I couldn't believe this is the woman I suspect is cheating on me. She practically dropped her briefcase on the floor, put her arms around me and gave me a great big kiss. Then, I noticed the taste of wine on her lips.

"I am so happy to be home. Two weeks with my family. I turned in my report this afternoon. It's finished. I hope you don't mind; I took my team across the street to the Met and bought a round. I had to thank them all for their hard work. I had one glass of wine and came straight home." She kissed me again, "Oh, honey; I missed you so much these past few months."

I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her to me, "I missed you, too. Does this mean you have the next two weeks uninterrupted? No work?"

"I hope so; but I wouldn't be surprised if a question or two doesn't come up and I have to take a call. With luck, I won't have to go in. I promise to keep it to a minimum. I'm looking forward to two weeks with you and Casey. Has she called?"

"I talked to her this morning. Her flight lands at eleven and we'll pick her up."

"Does she have plans for tomorrow night?"

"We talked about it. She'll have dinner with us. She's looking forward to a home cooked meal. Then, she's meeting friends after dinner. She said we'll spend all day Sunday catching up."

Diane and I had a wonderful evening; we drank the wine and almost another second bottle, ate the salad, drank two cognacs and talked the entire time. I nearly forgot about my suspicions while we got caught up. At nine-thirty, Diane was tipsy and couldn't stop yawning. "Let's go to bed; I need some sleep."

Diane was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. I stayed up to read. An hour later, she was into a deep sleep; I did something I've never done before. I reached across and grabbed her phone off her nightstand, pressed the button to open it up - it was locked.

It took at least two hours to go to sleep after that. The waitress' words haunted my thoughts, "I caught my boyfriend by checking his phone."

Diane was up before me and I could smell coffee brewing. I entered the kitchen.

"Good morning, sleepyhead. How late did you stay up reading? Sorry I pooped out on you; I didn't realize how exhausted I was. I'll make it up to you when Casey goes out with her friends this evening - promise!"

There she goes again, all lovey-dovey. Are those the words of a cheating spouse? But still, why is her phone locked?

I decided to try the gimmick that came to me at one in the morning. I picked up Diane's phone from the kitchen counter.

"Diane, I need to call Sandra's husband about that fly rod he has for sale. Can I get her number from your contact list?" Sandra was one of Diane's staff and her husband was an avid fly fisherman.

I didn't wait for Diane to answer; just pressed the button that said the phone was locked.

"Diane, the phone's locked. When did you start locking it?"

"The password is the same as our garage door, four-zero-zero-two. I started locking it ever since I came back to my desk and found Kevin looking at the photos on my phone. I left the phone on my desk while I was in a meeting, came back and the little snoop has the phone in his hands, rifling through my gallery. He was this far," Diane had two fingers an inch apart, "from getting fired. As it is, he has a warning in his personnel folder, one more breach of rules and he's out. I guess I didn't tell you because it was a personnel issue and you and I have always treated those as confidential."

I pressed 'four-zero-zero-two' as Diane talked, the phone opened up.

"I would have fired his ass. You're too lenient."

"I probably would have; but his wife just had a baby. I'm hoping he takes advantage of the second chance."

"Good luck with that." I jotted down Sandra's cell number and would have to call later, just to carry through on my story about the fly rod. Of well, I can always use another rod. I didn't put the phone down, "So, what's so interesting about the photos in your gallery that it almost got a guy fired?"

Diane laughed. "Don't I wish. No naked photos of my lover in there. No selfies of me. Just a couple of photos from the flower show Janet and I went to last month and some nice shots of Casey she sent during the last semester. Your wife is a bore."

"No naked photos of your lover?" I couldn't believe she said that. I kept looking through her gallery and she was telling the truth, only photos of flowers and Casey. "Who the hell is your lover?" I hope I asked it without sounding as pissed as I felt.

Diane laughed again. "Why, you silly. Who else would it be?"

This woman is driving me crazy.

We continued to chat about the dinner menu and whatever while I continued to surreptitiously search her text messages. Diane didn't pay attention and I didn't find anything.

We picked up Casey at the airport and for the next two weeks had a great family vacation. We headed up to the mountains and skied. We spent three days snowshoe hiking in the Methow Valley; nights spent in a rented cabin just a few feet from the Chewuch River.

Diane took a few work calls and only spent one afternoon in the office. The mystery of the hidden bikini was solved when I opened my Christmas gift from Diane; two tickets to the Bahamas for early March. "And I have something special to wear while we're there." She embarrassed the hell out of Casey when she held up the two small pieces of cloth.

"Mother, please. TMI."

I probably would have forgotten the whole condom mystery if not for my brother. I mean, Diane did nothing but shower me with love and affection during those two weeks.

Diane and I hosted a New Year's Eve party and many of our neighbors were invited. My brother was there with his wife, Janet; they lived on the next block with their two teenagers, twin boys.

I like most of our neighbors; we have one of the few blocks in Seattle where people actually take the time to know and talk to their neighbors. There were about twelve couples at our house that night. One of the few neighbors I couldn't stand, Ed Parker, was there. The only reason he was invited was because of his wife, Sylvia. She is such a nice lady that Diane insisted we invite them; even though Parker was a braggart and flirt. Not a fun flirt; but one of those assholes you want to keep away from your wife because you know he'd screw her if your wife had the bad taste to let him.

During the party, Ed Parker had too much to drink and started running his mouth off. He and Hank Jones were outside on the patio having a smoke (no tobacco in our house, Diane barely tolerates it outside on our property) and Ed was bragging to Hank about some of the great pussy in the neighborhood. Dave was taking a piss in the powder room; the window was cracked open and Dave could hear Ed's words. It didn't go far because Hank got tired of Ed's bragging, put out his cigarette and came back in the house.

The thing is, ever since Ed was laid off from his banking job, he's been a house-husband and Sylvia brings home the paycheck. So, if there's one guy that has the time, opportunity and inclination to fuck around with any of the neighborhood wives; it's Ed Parker.

The next day Dave came over and relayed what he overheard. I stood in disbelief when Dave posed the question, "Al, do you think Ed Parker was the one with the condom?"

"No fucking way can I see Diane with that scumbag. She knows I hate the jerk, she thinks he's an asswipe, and besides - I don't think Diane is cheating on me!"

"But, the condom; how do you explain that away?"

"I don't know. I just don't think it's Diane."

"Well, if it were me; I'd need to know for certain. I couldn't live with a cheating, whoring wife."

"Watch your language, Dave; that's my wife you're talking about."

"Sorry - still." Dave didn't finish his sentence; he didn't need to finish for me to get his point.