Chapter 2
Jason
I was just about out the door on Wednesday when Sindie called out she had a meeting after work and won’t be home for dinner. Of course she has a meeting. It is Wednesday.
Maybe I should schedule some dinner and drinks meetings after work. There are lots of secretaries to choose from who flirt with me endlessly. My mind instantly thinks of Lindsy my personal assistant. She has flirted with me since the day I hired her five years ago the week after my wedding.
When I walk into my office, Lindsy is waiting for me sitting on the edge of my desk with a cup of coffee in hand. Way better service than I get at home. When she steps off my desk, her skirt slides up and for a moment, I see her bare pussy winking at me with no panties on.
As the company CFO I often have to take trips with the President of Acquisitions to check all the legalities of business takeovers. On those occasions, I bring Lindsy with me to take notes and to notarize and takeover deals.
I was told later in the day that Lindsy and I will be traveling with Jerry the acquisitions president to Paris on Saturday for the takeover of a manufacturing business to absorb it into our company to increase our European footprint.
On a whim, I asked Lindsy at our usual lunch date at the closest diner if she would like to join me after work for dinner and drinks. She nearly hugged the life out of me while she gleefully said yes.
I felt just a twinge of guilt when Lindsy climbed into my Infiniti Q60 Red Sports Car. Again I saw her bare pussy as she slid into the passenger’s seat. But then I remind myself that Sindie will not be home till well after 9pm.
Out of a sense of duty, I sent Sindie a text message telling her I was doing a business dinner.
She never did answer my text. When we got to the restaurant and were seated, Lindsy excused herself to go use the Ladies room.
I used the chance to call Sindie’s cell but the call went right to voice mail.
I put my phone away and decided to give Lindsy my full attention for the evening.
I ordered dinner for the both of us before she returned.
Prime Rib dinners with baked potatoes with sour cream and chives.
We also were served honey biscuits and tossed salad with the dinner.
I ordered a bottle of Zinfandel wine to go with the meal.
Lindsy was a wonderful dinner companion.
I had more conversation with her than anything I have had with Sindie in over a year and a half.
Thinking back, it was just after the Christmas party 18 months ago that things seemed to change between Sindie.
I make a note in my brain to add that to my list of suspicious things in my journal.
Lindsey had me drive her home after dinner saying she would take an uber to work tomorrow. When she invited me in for a drink, I was sorely tempted to accept the offer. But I know if I go into her condo right now I will try to get into her pussy knowing it is bare under her skirt.
It was half past 8pm when I got home to our house in Shoreline. Knowing that it will be at least another hour before Sindie gets home, I pulled out my list of suspicions.
I enter the fact that things had changed just after that Christmas party 18 months ago.
I added a footnote that there was a 35 minute period of time that I could not account for her whereabouts.
Along with that recollection I noted that Jerry our President of Acquisitions was missing during the same period of time that night.
I noted that shortly after that was when Sindie started being late from work on Wednesdays and the same period of time that she started visiting her Mom in Everrett all day every Sunday. I am not liking what these recollections are suggesting to me. But the facts are the facts.
The last entry of this round of entries was the fact that Sindie and I have only had sex four times over the past six months. I write down her common excuses. Too tired, feeling sick, not in the mood, have a headache…etc.
I started getting upset when it got to be 10pm and she had not come home. I tried texting her and calling her but again it seems that her cell is turned off. She gets off of work at 5pm. Where could she go and what would she be doing over these 5 hours.
I was livid by the time she got home at a quarter till midnight.
When I asked where the hell she had been, she told me she did dinner with coworkers and then went out dancing with them.
That part really pissed me off after all the times this last year I have asked her for dinner and dancing and she turned me down.
More upsetting was the fact that she told me that while she walking past not even bothering to stop and face me. After that, she went directly to the bathroom and locked herself in while she took a shower.
Yes, I make another entry in my list of suspicions while she took her shower.
Listing that she was seven hours late from getting home to work.
The fact that she would not face me while she made her excuse and the fact that she went directly to the shower when she got home like every other Wednesday over the past 18 months.
While I was thinking of things, I listed that there have been many times that she receives cell calls and walks off to another part of the house to speak to whoever is on the call.
I have seen her repeatedly texting furiously and when I ask her who she is texting she claims that it is work related. At midnight that seems suspicious.
Sindie was dressed in a full length night shirt when she came out of the bathroom. Seeing me sitting on the foot of the bed she told me that she was too tired to have any conversations with me right now. “Besides, I don’t like your attitude right now,” she hissed.
“Yeah? Well I don’t like my wife coming home 7 hours late from work.
When you can explain that then we will talk.
Until then…eat shit,” I screamed. Sindie looked petrified when I yanked my pillow off the bed and grabbed my night clothes from my dresser.
“I will not sleep with a cheating bitch,” I screamed even louder.
I got up an hour before Sindie on Thursday morning. I took my shower in the bathroom next to the guest room I slept in. I made some coffee and had jellied toast for breakfast. I got dressed for work while she was doing her morning shower. I left the house without saying a single word to Sindie.
It was 9:15am when I got a call from Sindie which would be right after she got to work. When Lindsy told me that it was my wife on the line I smiled because I blocked her number on my cell.
I was glad that my door was closed when I picked up the phone.
“You have nothing to talk to me about until you tell me the truth about what you have been doing behind my back over the past 18 months. Until then just stay off my god damn phone. When you are ready to tell me the truth it will be face to face, until then just leave me the fuck alone.”
I hung up on her after that. She did not get a chance to utter even a single word. She had lots of time to talk to me last night when I texted her and called her. Now, I don’t have a fucking thing I want to say to her.
I have every suspicion that she is having an affair with my shithead brother. The fact that I saw them coming out of a cabana is my first proof that Sindie is cheating on me.
Lindsy is absolutely tickled when I invited her to go to lunch with me. I feel a little weird when she clings to my arm on our way out of the building.
But part of me feels proud as a peacock when she is clinging to me as we enter the restaurant. I can’t remember the last time that Sindie clung to an arm or held my hand. For sure not in the last 18 months anyway.
I was especially pleased that heads turned to gawk at Lindsy as we entered the diner close to where we work. Like yesterday, as Lindsy slid onto the bench seat, her dress pulled up and I saw her bare pussy winking at me.
“Do you ever wear panties?” I chuckled as she pulled down her skirt. “Not when I’m with the biggest stud in the state,” she answered and then kissed my cheek.
While we were eating, I saw a couple of fellas across from us staring over at us.
It seemed like they were looking under the table.
When I glanced over at Lindsy, I saw she had her legs spread wide apart and had her dress pulled up.
My dick sprang to full erection as I gazed down at her juicy wet pussy.
I never figured that Lindsy was an exhibitionist.
“You know that you made those fellas make a mess in their boxer shorts,” I chuckled. “How about your shorts Jason? She asked as she pulled her skirt and closed her legs. “My boxers included,” I replied.