Chapter 3
Jenny
Although I have been fucking both of the sexy dentists since the day they hired me, I have never fucked them together. On Tuesdays, I fuck my black stallion Randle in a cheap motel right here on Mercer Island.
Brian fucks me right here in the office until I need to go home. He fucks me as soon as the office is closed. Then he goes out for Chinese takeout. Then he fucks me again like I am his personal sex ragdoll.
I never Fuck Jack on Tuesdays or Thursdays.
But I make sure to dress sexy for him and fuck his brains out on Wednesday night and Friday night.
Saturday is our Date night and we end up fucking like teenagers after that.
I don’t know why I am fucking the two young doctors other than they wanted me and I gave myself to them.
Jack
It was 10pm when she got home on this Thursday night. After a quick peck on my cheek, she ran off to the bathroom to take her shower like she does every Thursday night that she is late for the last year.
A month ago, I bought a book at the book store that has the 50 Ways to catch your cheating partner and what to look for. Being late on the same night with regularity is a good sign your spouse is cheating.
When I tried to open the bathroom door to join her in the shower, the door is locked. I look for her dirty clothes but they must be locked in the bathroom with her. I write this down in my journal.
The first suggestion that the book made was to keep a journal to write down your suspicions and whatever evidence you find. Otherwise you will have so much to try to remember that it can be overwhelming.
It is also a useful tool to look back over and see patterns. That was when the Tuesday and Thursday night absences became glaring. They have been going on for a year now that I can remember. Gawd! Has it been that long?
Without hiring a private investigator, there were things that I could do to become more proactive in finding out if my wife is cheating on me again.
I have heard it said that once a cheater, always a cheater.
But I really thought with all we went through 5 years ago that this would never happen again.
Having all of this suspicion and worry and grief stuffed inside of me is making me crazy. I decided to call the one person I would trust to talk about my suspicion and worry. Krista, Jenny’s sister, and I have become close friends after her divorce from Robert.
Since Krista and I both work from home, we have lots of time to converse with each other. We call each other weekly and sometimes meet at Starbucks to have coffee together here in Bellevue.
Krista gazed into my eyes with her golden amber eyes while I handed my journal to her. “I have only been recording stuff for a month. But this has all been happening for more than a year now,” I informed my gorgeous sister in law.
“I swear Jack, if she is fucking around on you again, I am going to steal you away from her this time,” Krista tells me as she opens the journal and pages through it.
“Covers phone so you can’t see caller ID. Walks away whispering when she does answer a call. Goes to another room or outside to hold a conversation. Comes home and goes directly to take a shower.” Yep, sure as shit those are signs of cheating.
“I agree that it is highly suspicious that she stopped talking about her womanizing bosses. Even more suspicions that she only calls them by their official titles,” Krista agreed.
“Have you thought about having her followed on Tuesdays and Thursdays?” Krista asked softly.
“I think I may bug her first. I can get a little GPS thing to stick in her purse and see where she goes those nights,” I suggested.
“Yes! This could be fun. We could be like Sherlock Holmes and do our own snooping,” Krista suggested excitedly. “You would want to do that with me?” I asked in surprise. “There are a lot of things I would like to do with you,” she answered sassily.
“Yesterday, I went to an electronics store. I purchased a GPS diode that I can hide in her purse and track where ever she goes on my cell phone.” I informed Krista.
“I also purchased secret video cameras with audio that I can keep a look at what’s going on in the house when I go out of town on my book signings,” I confided.
“If this doesn’t work, we’ll hire a PI,” Krista told me. “I am serious about stealing you away from her,” she added.