It was 9:00 Saturday morning when I was awoken by one of my favorite songs being played much too loud, but that's what it's like when you have kids. The song was "Jump" by Van Halen. My kids will never admit to it, but they like my 70s and 80s music.
Van Halen was a great band and Jump was on the album 1984. It was the last Van Halen album that included David Lee Roth. It was also the year I graduated high school. Yes, I am getting older. Not old, just older. Once you hit 50, it's all downhill from there. That's when all the aches and pains start. So, at 57, most mornings I feel like shit. For me, the aches and pains are a little worse. I've done construction all my life. But I would never change it for a moment.
The other thing that I would never change is my life, my wife, my daughters our family, my friends, and the memories that we have shared. I'm getting older but looking forward to spending every minute I have left with my wife and children. Are we perfect? No; but we learn from our mistakes and move on.
So, it was 9:00 am, and I was still lying in bed, partly because my back was hurting so bad this morning that I didn't feel like getting out of bed. That's when I heard my bedroom door open. I kept my eyes closed as I heard my wife shut and lock the door. I assume it was to deter the girls if they came looking for my wife. We have twin 17-year-old girls, Tina, and Gina.
My wife slips her hand under the covers and starts giving me a handjob. "Are you getting up this morning, I was going to start breakfast." I knew I wasn't getting laid, because my wife Laura was already up, showered, and dressed for the day, but maybe she would finish me off with a blowjob.
"I'm already up and you have me standing at attention," I said and with that, I received a morning blowjob to start the day.
"Hurry up and take a shower Jim and come down for breakfast."
I slowly got out of bed and did that back stretch that old people do thinking it might jar all the muscles and bones back into place and headed for the shower. As I got undressed, I looked at myself in the full-length mirror attached to the bathroom door. I was getting older. The grey hair was showing, I had more wrinkles than I would like to see, and while I was still in decent shape, I could see that the chest, arms, legs, and abs weren't as toned as they once were. 'I may need to start working out again.' I thought to myself.
I strolled down to the kitchen for breakfast and there were the girls with my wife talking about some girly thing that didn't pertain to me and my opinion was therefore not required. I was only summoned into the conversation when there was a need for money.
"Honey," my wife says to me, "the girls need money to go shopping, there are big sales this week. Which credit card should I use?" That's why I received a blowjob this morning.
"Use the Chase card," was my response.
After we finished breakfast, my wife asked if I could do the dishes while she went off to the stores with the girls. I did as I was asked, still moving very slowly, my back was hurting more this morning than usual. But I knew it would pass, it always does once I start moving around.
I've done construction since I was 15 years old. I went to a local college for landscape design and business management. I started with a small landscaping route, and it grew from there. I now own one of the largest landscape design businesses in our town. I have built a reputation for being fair and honest. If a client wants to haggle my price, I show them the numbers, so they understand my pricing plan. My company's projects range from lawn care, and landscape design, to patio installations. We do decks, patios, and outdoor kitchen design and installation. If it's outdoors, let us do it for you.
I've hired a lot of characters over the years. Some have been good workers while others just needed a little chance to prove themselves. I have never fired anyone without giving them a chance to show me they could do better. That doesn't mean I wouldn't cut them loose if I weren't happy.
I do more managing of the business now than actual labor. I talk to the clients and make sure they're happy, I drive to all the worksites wearing my Timberlands, jeans, and my "Let us do that for you," tee-shirt. The company's name is Island Design. I like to go with a lot of tropical theme designs, it's kind of my trademark look.
I'm a big football fan. My team is the Pittsburgh Steelers. I was lucky to see them at Super Bowl XLIII against the Arizona Cardinals. And, besides winning, the halftime show was Bruce Springsteen and the East Street Band. Truly a great band and Springsteen is such a great storyteller. My wife, being 10 years younger than me, and my kids don't appreciate his music like I do. One of my favorite songs is Born to Run from his 1975 album, also called Born to Run. It also featured Thunder Roads, Backstreets, and Jungleland.
My wife and I have stadium field tickets too. Jerome Bettis, who is one of the all-time best running backs had already retired, but he was on the field shaking hands and giving out autographs along with other former Steelers. Well, he saw me wearing my number 36 and he walked up to me and signed it. One of the most memorable days of my life.
Now I have it hanging in a Steelers memorabilia case, with a few signed footballs and autographed pictures. The case sits in my den on display. But the signed jersey is my prize position, and my family and friends know it, and no one touches that jersey.
But sadly, it appears that someone had.
When my wife and kids came back from their day shopping, I asked if anyone had been in the memorable case, I got a bunch of laughter out of the three of them.
"No Dad," my daughter Tina said, "Gina and I don't feel like being grounded for life."
"Honey, I don't even dust in that case unless you are there to put everything back in its proper place," my wife shared. "Why do you ask?"
"Some things look out of place," I responded, and I saw a look of concern on my wife's face. I let it go, for now. But I did reach into the case and rehung my Jerome Bettis signed jersey. The only way it would have been skewed in such a way is if someone had loosened the fastener that holds it in place.
I just played the happy father. "So how was the shopping today, do we have a second mortgage on the house now?"
The rest of the evening was normal, we watched TV, some comedy special and the girls were out with their friends, teenagers.
That night, my wife 20 years treated me like I was a God. First, she messaged my shoulders and back, and then there was the sex. Sex is good between us, but tonight I thought the sex was going to kill me.
Laura is 47, but you wouldn't think it looking at her. She takes care of herself and hits the gym at least four days a week. She has much more stamina than I do, which was so noted as she was riding me like a stallion in the Kentucky Derby.
"I love you, Jim."
Sunday morning, I was up early, doing the same back stretches.
"Do you want me to fix you a quick breakfast, Jim?" Laura asked.
"No, I'll just grab a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich on the way to the course." A bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich are a staple for anyone living on LI.
I was on the way to the club to play a round of golf and have lunch with a few buddies. It's our Sunday thing unless we have other plans. Family always comes first.
Every Sunday, we meet at 8:00 am and draw straws to see which foursomes play against the other. Me and my friend Tom play together. We all meet at the club restaurant after and compare scores, laugh at each other, and listen to each other's stories.
How many balls did you lose?
is always an amusing one. It doesn't matter how many times we play this course; we are always bound to lose a ball or two in a water feature.
I like all the guys except for Jerry. Most of the guys are in their 40s and 50s. I'm the oldest at 57. Jerry is the youngest at 32. He's a good-looking guy, he's in sales and does well for himself. He has a nice house and a few sports cars. But I guess when you're single with no kids, you have money to buy toys. The thing that pisses me off about Jerry is that he always had something to say,
old man this old man that. Jim has to get home for his nap or needs Bengay for his pains.
He also talks down about women and tells us how he is fucking club members' wives.
"It's like a meat market here," Jerry would say. "Right now, I'm fucking a hot MILF. She got a hot body for a 40-something-year-old lady."
I was wondering which MILF, he was referring to, and it got me questioning Laura. Laura and the kids said that they weren't in my memorabilia case, but if not them, then who had messed with the jersey? I don't know if I was being paranoid, but Jerry was talking about a hot MILF which could be Laura. Jerry is always flirting and hitting on Laura when we are all together too.
I'm not naïve. They say a woman wants an older more mature man, but as a woman is getting older, she starts looking at the younger man.
So, on my way home from golfing, I made a quick stop at an electronics store and picked up a few surveillance cameras to put around the house.
Once I returned home, I had to take a quick shower and we went off to Laura's parents for dinner, which is always a fun time. Laura's dad is a retired electrician and now he plays around with computers and software. He's a smart old guy. He helps me out by wiring accent lighting, which is a big thing these days. Laura's dad is also a big cigar and whiskey guy, which I enjoy as well.
The girls are older now so they get bored at grandma and grandpa's but tough it out as best they can. Laura's mom is a retired high school teacher with a lot of stories that she shares with the girls.
It was 9:00 when we said our goodbyes and headed home. We watched the news while the girls finished the last of their homework. I had no proof that Laura was screwing Jerry, so I didn't act any differently toward her. It was close to 10:30 when Laura and I went to bed.
Laura works for a title insurance company and has always had flexible hours as we had the girls. She was always there to put them on the bus in the morning and get them off the bus at 3:00. Laura's hours have always been 9:00 - 2:00. I asked her if she wanted to work more hours now that the girls were getting older, but I guess five hours a day is enough work for Laura. It also gave her the afternoons free once the girls were older and into after-school activities.
Monday morning, the girls were off to school and Laura was off to work before me. I told Laura I was moving slowly today, swinging the club may have been too much on my back.
Once they left, I got up, showered, and had my coffee as I walked around the house looking for the best places to hide the surveillance system. It was a nice little system. They are motion activated and have a long battery life. I just had to link it to my computer, and I can view it in real-time and the video is also saved to my hard drive. It didn't take me too long to place the recorders around the house.
It was a normal day for me, I stopped at the job sites to make sure they were running smoothly and answer homeowners' questions or deal with other builders on the bigger jobs. I used my phone as a hotspot a few times to check on the activity going on at my house and my suspicions were correct. Jerry stopped by that afternoon to see Laura and was in my memorabilia case again.
He was taunting me.
Was I mad and feeling sorry for myself knowing that Jerry was fucking my wife, yes, I was mad, but I wasn't going to start crying or get drunk.
I swung by the office so I could watch the recording and listen to the audio.
"Jerry, not today, please. I think Jim knows something is going on. He was acting strange this weekend."
"He probably noticed that I moved his stupid Steelers jersey around to mess with him."
"Why would you do that Jerry?"
