Brian lay quietly in his bed dreaming of better days and wishing he still loved his wife. It seemed impossible to have lost what they had once had but they had and he was determined to end it completely as soon as possible. He did not want to prolong the pain any longer. There seemed no point now that he had evidence.
Brian got up from the bed and walked to his study. At 32 he still had the track star body he had when he was in college. He stood tall, just over 6 feet and his frame was long and lanky. His blond hair and blue eyes made his early dating experience the envy of his friends. He found it inconceivable now that his wife would cheat on him. He sat down at his desk and fingered the envelope the private detective had given him.
Slowly he opened it. The first picture showed his wife Catherine leaning across the seat of what looked like a suburban kissing his partner Alan. The next was a very good close-up of Alan's hand inside her blouse foundling her breast. The picture's proceeded on as these lovers united in the front seat of Alan's SUV. Brian's mind swam as he fought off the impulse to harm them physically. The last picture showed the name of the motel that served as the lover's hideaway each Tuesday afternoon. Brian swore that this Tuesday would be different.
Brian was unaware that Catherine made a habit of poking through his desk and that she had found the photographs earlier in the week. Her first reaction was outrage. How dare he follow her and who was the pig that took those photographs of her. She knew that Brian would try to do something now, to catch her in the act. She fumed and grew angrier. It was his fault that she did what she did. He was the one that lost interest in her and he was the one that grew boring and routine in his approach to sex. Long ago he had made pursuit of material things his ambition and she had somehow become part of his collection, having no more importance than the car he drove or the television he watched. She began to plot and scheme against him from the moment she found the pictures.
Catherine's sexual adventure did not begin with Alan. In the last few years of the marriage she had taken many lovers both male and female. She too hand maintained her taught body and though she tallish and at first appeared a bit awkward she was a tigress in bed. She prided herself on her ability to give her lovers orgasm's and that fact had driver her now for years. She often felt the overpowering urge to have sex and once the marriage became stilted she acted on these feelings. She feed her compulsion as if it were a wild beast in need of its next meal. She had made many friends over the years and some of them she would need now.
