When the doorbell rang I thought it was Fed Ex, because I was expecting a package from Mom. I was surprised to see Phil Stanley standing there when I opened the door.
"Come in Phil. What brings you out this morning?"
I smiled at him but he didn't smile back. He looked very serious.
"We need to talk Sandy. Can I come in?"
I opened the door wide and showed him into the living room. He looks like the bearer of bad news, I thought. What the hell is this all about? He sat in Don's big chair and I sat on the couch.
Phil and his wife Linda had been our friends for years. They are both around thirty-five, about the age of Don and me. Linda was a CPA and always did our taxes. My husband worked with an investment firm that often recommended Linda's accounting firm to their clients. Don and Phil played golf together at the Atlanta Country Club and we socialized with them frequently.
"I have some very disturbing news," Phil said." I don't know how to tell you."
"What is it?" I asked, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable.
"It's complicated. I just confirmed it this morning when I got the final report from a private investigator I hired."
"Private investigator?" I asked. What was this all about I wondered?
"I ... I don't know how to say this," he said, stuttering.
What was it? I was getting impatient at his reluctance to tell me.
"Just say it straight out," I said.
He looked down at the floor, then up at me and made eye contact. It was like he was collecting himself to say something very bad.
"Your husband is fucking my wife!"
A chill went through my entire body and I gasped. No way could Don be fucking Linda. My God! We'd been their friends for years!
"I don't believe you," I shouted. "Who in hell told you such a boldfaced lie?"
He didn't answer my question. He just reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a business size envelope that contained several pages of single spaced typescript and a single glossy photograph. He handed me the photograph.
I looked at the picture and my heart almost stopped. There was Don on top of Linda in bed supporting his weight on his extended arms. Her legs were spread wide and her feet were high in the air. Both were naked. My husband was fucking his wife! I just held it between my thumb and forefinger and stared at it.
"That was taken off of a video," he said. "I've got more like it, but this is the best one showing both their faces. I have a list of times and places, mostly motels around town, with pictures of them going into motel rooms together. My investigator paid a motel clerk to let him place a motion activated video camera and then assign them to the room with the camera when they checked in. It was not cheap!"
"How long has this been going on?" I asked softly. I was horrified by this news.
"I don't know," he said. "I got suspicious when I couldn't reach Linda several afternoons and had a couple of hang-up phone calls plus some strange behavior on her part and I hired an investigator a month ago. They do it in motels about twice a week. They rotate the motels and my investigator put a camera in one and waited till they used it."
I just sat there stunned.
"Where is Don?" Phil asked.
"Don left for Nashville this morning," I said.
"Linda is attending an accountants convention in Memphis," he said. "A short drive from Nashville. Don is smart. He'll book a hotel in Nashville and then join his ladylove this afternoon. I'm gonna drive up there and catch them in the act."
I made up my mind quickly.
"I'll join you," I said. "Let me pack a bag."
I read the investigator's report on our drive from Atlanta to Memphis. It documented everything that Phil had said. I sat in the car wondering what I was going to do. I could not understand why Don would do this. After an hour or so I started to get angry. The bastard was still fucking me like always. He had simply added a little strange stuff to his schedule.
We arrived at the convention hotel about four-thirty. I sat in the lobby where I would not be seen if Linda or Don walked through. Phil went to the front desk. His plan was to check in as Linda's husband and upgrade the room to a double. He used the same American Express black card Linda had used. I watched him talk to the receptionist and show his ID and credit card. The receptionist punched a few keys and handed him a key card.
"That was easy," he said as he joined me. "Let's get out of here till dinner time."
We drove off and checked into another hotel, unpacked, and changed clothes. We got an early light dinner and then headed for the convention hotel. Figuring they would use the darker, more expensive dining room for their dinner we carefully positioned ourselves to watch the exit. After an hour or so we saw them come out separately and head for the elevator.
"I don't know about you Sandy," Phil said, "But I want to catch them doing it."
"Me too," I said.
"How long after dinner does Don wait before he wants to fuck?"
I chuckled. "It depends on how horny he is. If he's horny he has one drink and then he's ready."
Phil looked at his watch. "It's eight-thirty now. Give him a half hour for his drink and another half hour for some undress show and tell and by nine-thirty he ought to be in the saddle banging away."
And that's what we did. At nine-thirty we went up to the room and listened at the door. I was sure I heard the sounds of combat. Phil slipped that key card into the slot and eased the door open. We slipped in quietly.
The foot of the bed faced the door. Only a small lamp on the bedside table dimly lighted the room. They were fucking missionary. Lynda's legs were widespread and high in the air. Don was supporting his weight on his extended arms exactly as I had seen in that ugly picture. Don was banging away and Lynda was grunting like a whore. They had no idea that we were in the room.
Phil took my arm and made a shush motion putting his finger to his lips. He led me over to the couch and we sat down and watched them fuck. They were grunting and moaning and very few words were audible except Lynda kept saying,"Yessss. Do it! Fuck me!" between grunts.
They were fucking hard for their orgasms and Linda came first followed shortly by Don. They collapsed together panting for air and sweating. They had no idea Sandy and I were sitting a few feet away watching them.
