“Hi!” welcomed Rose excitedly as the guests walked through the door, giving each one a hug and a kiss. “How are you? Go get a drink and there is food on the table. Mike!” she greeted her best friend’s husband particularly warmly. “Is Gwen looking after Andy?”
“Yeah,” Mike replied not looking happy before whispering, “I still don’t think this is a good idea.”
Rose pulled Mike down into a hug, “Don’t worry, it will go according to plan. They don’t expect a thing,” she whispered in his ear.
The party got going, the guests began to drink, relax, and have a good time. Andy’s birthday presents were arranged around a large birthday cake. Mike started to get tense, where were Andy and Gwen? Rose on the other hand remained calm and was the life and soul of the party. Smiling and chatting with her guests.
Mike received a message from Gwen, “They are almost here,” he told Rose.
“Everyone, Andy is nearly here!” Rose shouted excitedly over the music before turning it off. Mike switched off the lights. The atmosphere was full of nervous excitement. They all heard the front door open and nervous giggles were stifled. When the lounge door opened and Andy switched on the lights the room erupted,
“SURPRISE!” Andy stood there dumbfounded before a broad grin spread across his face.
Guest after guest approached Andy to wish him a happy birthday and a drink was thrust into his hand. Rose gave her husband a kiss and a big embrace,
“Happy birthday, darling,” she gushed.
“I can’t believe you arranged all this!” Andy told Rose. “Thank you so much!”
“Thank you for entertaining him while we got the party ready,” Rose told Gwen, giving her a warm hug before giving her a hard look which made Gwen feel uncomfortable.
The birthday party went into full swing. The guests danced and partied. After a couple of hours. Rose announced it was time for the cake and they all sang Happy Birthday. Champagne was poured, non-alcoholic for the drivers and the cake was sliced.
Once everyone had champagne and cake, Rose turned off the music to make another announcement,
“I have another surprise, for my darling husband.”
Mike connected a laptop to the television. He fumbled nervously with the cables but eventually got everything connected and ready for Rose,
“I have a little presentation to show you all,” Rose told the guests, “And especially for the birthday boy,” she said giving Andy a big smile. “Thank you to Mike for helping me with it.”
Rose pressed a button to start the presentation. There was a collective “aww” from the guests as pictures of Andy when he was a baby appeared with music playing in the background. The presentation moved on with pictures of Andy starting school. The guests laughed at embarrassing photos of Andy with long hair at school. Applause broke out when Rose began to appear in the pictures from when they first started dating, the various holidays they went on together, their wedding and their whole life together.
When the presentation finished all the guests clapped their appreciation and patted a grinning Andy on the back.
“Wait! Wait!” Rose called out. “I have one more presentation to make,” Mike swallowed nervously and went pale.
Rose started the presentation and the happy smile on her face turned into one of pure hostility as pictures of Andy and Gwen together appeared,
“This is a romantic photo of Andy and Gwen walking hand in hand,” Andy and Gwen looked petrified. Gwen tried to leave but Mike grabbed her and forced her to watch. The atmosphere in the room became tense.
“This is Andy and Gwen kissing; don’t they look like a happy couple? This is Andy and Gwen having sex in our bed, my husband, and my best friend Gwen. Here are Andy and Gwen having sex again but this time in Mike and Gwen’s bed. Are you taking it in the ass there, Gwen?” Mike had to release Gwen as she began to retch. Mike picked up two A4 envelopes and gave one to Rose.
“Finally, I have a little video to show you all,” Rose then opened an app and began the video. It showed Andy and Gwen in the back seat of Andy’s car making out before Gwen went down on Andy. “This video is from this evening before Andy and Gwen arrived. I asked Gwen to entertain Andy and she certainly did with a birthday blow job, you’re a lucky boy Andy. Gwen, I could smell his cum on your breath. Apparently, Andy and Gwen have been a couple for nearly six months and are very much in love so who am I to stand in their way,” Rose with a disgusted look on her face handed her envelope to Andy.
Andy opened the envelope and looked inside, “Oh fuck!” he exclaimed. “Babe! I’m sorry. We don’t have to do this we can work it out!”
“Here’s yours,” growled Mike at Gwen.
Gwen’s eyes went wide and she began to panic when she realised what was in the envelope, “No, Mike! I don’t want it!” she told him sobbing trying to push it away. “Please! No, Mike! I don’t want a divorce!”
The uncomfortable guests began to quickly leave, some taking their presents for Andy with them. All of them gave Andy and Gwen disgusted looks.
“How can we stay married when you’re pregnant with his baby!” Mike pulled out a positive pregnancy test from his pocket.
“It’s your baby, Mike! I know it is,” Gwen told her husband
“Get a paternity test then I might believe you.”
“Fuck!” Andy muttered. “Gwen, how did you let that happen?”
“You asshole, Andy! Why didn’t you pull out when I told you?” Gwen screamed back unwittingly confessing who the father was.
Rose now looked horrified,
“Andy, you got Gwen pregnant?”
“Babe, I-“ Andy was lost for words. The atmosphere was emotionally charged. Gwen was sobbing uncontrollably; Mike was unmoved by her tears.
“Babe,” Andy pleaded again trying to grab hold of Rose.
“Don’t touch me, you asshole!” Rose screamed at him, pushing him away. “Gwen, we’ve been best friends since school. How could you do this to me?”
Gwen just hugged herself, unable to look at Mike or Rose.
“Andy, pack a bag and get out! I can’t bear to have you in the house any longer.”
“Gwen, you do the same. I want you out of the house. Sleep there tonight but in the morning, I want you gone,” Mike told his wife.
“Mike, please! I’m sorry. I love you,” Gwen pleaded despite knowing that there was now no hope to save her marriage.
Andy went upstairs to pack and Gwen left. When Andy had left the house, both Rose and Mike broke down and cried.
I remember clearly the day I ended it with my first girlfriend.
I was woken up from my half-doze by the sound of my phone pinging,
“Fuuuck!” I said aloud when I looked at the picture that was sent to me with the words “A sneak peek” with a heart emoji. The picture was of my girlfriend, Dawn, sprawled out on her bed wearing red lingerie and looking hot as fuck with a sexy smile. Her breasts looked like they were spilling out of her bra. I could feel myself stirring in my trousers. I replied with aubergine and fire emojis.
I was going out with her tonight and I was in no doubt from that picture I was going to get lucky. To be fair I got lucky most times I saw her, day or night.
After saving hard for two years, I managed to get enough money to afford to move out of my parents and into my own place. OK, I’m renting but it is still my own. That was six months ago. Two months after I had settled in, I bagged myself a girlfriend, Dawn. I had plenty of hookups in the past but she was my first serious girlfriend. We have been going out for four months and what a ride it was. At thirty-one she is a few years older than me but she had me sold me on older women.
Unlike chicks my age, she knew what she liked and was not shy to ask for it. I was not shy to give to her either. Not that it was one way, her blow jobs were spectacular. I was snapped out of admiring my girlfriend’s picture by the security intercom and the voice on the other end said,
“Got a delivery for you!”
When I let him in, I frowned. I didn’t remember ordering anything. As I pondered that thought there was a loud and angry banging on my door. “Fucking hell!, I thought and angrily opened my front door to confront whoever it was,
“Why are fucking my wife!” the man at the door furiously demanded before I even had a chance to say anything.
“Who the hell are you!” I demanded back. “What the fuck are you doing banging on my door?”
“Because you are fucking my wife!”
“Look mate, I don’t know who you are but I’m not fucking your wife! I don’t make a habit of fucking married women!”
“So, you’re saying you’re not fucking her?” the man showed me a picture of a woman on his phone and I felt sick to my stomach. It was a picture of Dawn, arm in arm with the man in front of me smiling happily. From the picture, there is no doubt that they were a couple.
“Shit!” I despondently say, and a look of horrified confusion appears on my face.
“You did know she was married, didn’t you?” the man said, his voice becoming slightly less angry as he became perplexed at my confused reaction.
“Mate, I, I’m sorry,” I stammered. “I had no idea.”
A look of confusion crossed his face to match mine before I offered,
“Do you want to come in to sort this out?”
Not knowing what else to do he accepted and came in and took a seat on the sofa. I went and got a couple of beers from the fridge and gave him one. All of his anger had disappeared and he began to look distraught.
Not knowing how to begin I said,
“Honest to God, mate, I had no idea Dawn was married. My Dad cheated on my mum so I know what it does to people. If I had known, I would never have gone out with her let alone sleep with her.”
“It’s okay,” he tells me, “I believe you. I accept she lied to you too,” I blow out a sigh of relief. “Six years we’ve married and been together for eleven. We met at school. Eleven years of my life wasted on her,” the man begins to sob.
“I’m so sorry. It must be horrible,” nothing feels more awkward or horrible than to see a grown man cry but this guy on my sofa was bawling his eyes out in front of me. I really felt for him so I sat down with him.
“Oh shit!” the man suddenly stopped crying looking embarrassed, “I’m sorry, you must think I’m pathetic.”
“No, mate,” I tell him kindly. He did look pathetic but I don’t make a habit of kicking a man when he is down either. “Your heart’s been broken. You must be going through hell.”
“And you’ve just found out your girlfriend is married. That’s got to suck too.”
“Yeah, it does but I’ve dodged a bullet. You’ve lost the love of your life. You have it much worse.” A wicked idea hits me, “Shall I call her and get her to come over? We can confront her together.”
The man laughs, “Yeah let’s do it. She’ll shit herself. I’m Jack by the way,” and he holds out me for me to shake.
I take his hand warmly, “I’m Harry.”
I pick up my phone and I called Dawn on speaker phone,
“Hey babe, what’s up?”
“You I hope,” Dawn laughed. I see Jack almost double up like he had been punched in the gut.
“Can you come over? I have something important to discuss with you.”
“Can’t it wait until tonight? I’m going to get my nails done.”
“It’s important,” I told her firmly.
“Fine!” Dawn sounded irritated for some reason.
Dawn took almost an hour to arrive. Jack and I spent the time drinking and talking. As luck would have it Dawn arrived while Jack was in the toilet which meant he could jump out and surprise her.
“Harry!” Dawn exclaimed and when I opened the door and she gave me a passionate kiss. “So, what is so important that you made me come over?” she asked me, her arms around my neck, looking at me lovingly with those gorgeous eyes.
“Hello, Dawn,” Jack greeted her icily from behind.
Dawn turned around and screamed loudly, “JACK! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE!?”
Calming down, she began to look very uncomfortable with the angry eyes of both her husband and boyfriend on her.
“Seriously, Dawn, that is what I should be asking you. What the fuck?” Jack looked understandably furious with her.
Dawn quickly regained her composure, “Well, what did you expect? You’re always working and I have needs. If you’re not there, I need to get it from somewhere else and Harry gave me far more than you ever could,” she told Jack cruelly and taking my arm. I removed my arm immediately.
“Why didn’t you say something? I could have worked less hours. I was trying to get a deposit together so we could buy our own home.”
“Come on, Jack, what’s the big deal? Harry’s just a sidepiece. It’s just sex, you’re still the man for me.”
“Sidepiece?” I say incredulously.
“Yeah, you didn’t think we were dating, did you?”
“I don’t believe this!” I say, walking away and running my hand through my hair, as the full realisation of what Dawn was doing hit me like a brick, how she was using me.
Jack was laughing as he heard Dawn not just disrespect him but also me, “You really are a piece of shit, Dawn. Look we’re done, I want a divorce. If you want to fuck around then be my guest but I don’t want you in my life. I can’t believe I wasted eleven years on you!”
“What? You can’t do that. It’s my house too.”
“I don’t remember your name on the lease or you paying any rent,” Jack was telling her with a hostile tone. “You have three hours to pack your stuff and leave or I’m burning it. Harry, you’re a good guy and I apologise for bringing our marriage problems into your home,” and he turned around and walked out.
“Fuck!” Dawn exclaimed looking shocked and breathing out hard. “I’m so sorry, Harry, that you had to see that and I’m sorry that Jack has ruined our night. Can you help me collect my stuff and bring it here?”
“What?” I asked, not quite believing the audacity of what I was hearing.
“I can’t carry all my stuff and it is too far to walk so I need you to drive me.”
“No!” I tell her angrily.
“Then how am I supposed to bring my stuff over,” she says, her temper rising.
“You’re not moving in with me! Not after what you did.”
“Harry, I’ve nowhere else to go!” she told me worriedly.
“Dawn, you called me your sidepiece and now you want to move in because you’re getting divorced. It ain’t going to happen.”
“Is this what this is about?” she said laughing like it was nothing. “You were my sidepiece but now you’re my number one guy!” she tried to tell me reassuringly trying to put her hands around my neck to kiss me.
I wasn’t going to have it and I just told her “Get out, Dawn! I don’t date cheaters!”
Dawn only now realised at this point that she was reaping what she had sown and that she had gone from two guys chasing her to none.
“Harry, you are a fucking asshole,” Dawn shouted at me before storming out.
I never saw Dawn or Jack again. I imagine they are living separate lives.
Vicki sipped her coffee nervously. She received a message through Facebook from a guy saying he had some information about her husband, Michael, that he was having an affair with his wife. Normally, Vicki wouldn’t have put too much credence on what strangers had to say, she was in no doubt Michael was faithful, they were happy, and had three children. She was only here to give this guy a piece of her mind and he was already twenty minutes late.
However, Michael’s behaviour had been odd in the past months. Although their sex life hadn’t changed, it wasn’t spectacular but still good, he did seem less enthusiastic and he had been working late and was having more business dinners lately. Also, the message had some “evidence” attached to it, text messages between Michael and someone called Amber.
As bad as all this was, there was a young man who was staring at her from the other side of the coffee shop. Her nerves didn’t get any better when she saw him walk over to her table carrying an A4-sized envelope.
“Excuse me, are you Vicki Masterson?” he asked politely. Vicki looked at him, he was fairly young, much younger than her, fashionably dressed, and had the good looks of youth, not someone who would normally approach a middle-aged mother of three.
“Yes,” Vicki said cautiously.
“I’m Zack Gallagher, I DM’d you the message about your husband on Facebook.”
“DM’d?”
“Direct message, I sent you the message on Tuesday,” Zack wasn’t looking too sure about himself now. “May I sit down?” he asked politely.
Vicki waved at the chair opposite her as an invitation for him to sit down.
“What is this all about Mr Gallagher? I don’t appreciate unfounded accusations of infidelity being made against my husband,” she said tersely.
“Please call me Zack. Please believe me when I say that I wouldn’t have contacted you if I didn’t have proof and I take no pleasure in telling you. I just thought that you should know what your husband was getting up to with my wife, Amber.”
Vicki took a better look at Zack. Despite his good looks, his face was pale, and he looked like he hadn’t slept well. There was also a sadness in his eyes. Vicki started to feel queasy, she was beginning to feel like he was he may well be telling the truth.
“You say you have proof,” Vicki said blandly.
“Yes,” Zack said and he pulled out some papers from the envelope. “Here are some text messages between your husband and Amber.”
Vicki took the papers and took her glasses out of her handbag to read. The messages were highly explicit in nature and the queasy feeling became one of nauseous. It looked genuine.
“This could be faked,” Vicki told Zack dismissively, handing back the papers.
Zack looked disappointed but he reached back into the envelope and brought out some photos and gave them to Vicki. This time Vicki went pale and put her hand over her mouth in shock. The photos showed her husband arm in arm with a much younger woman who looked around Zack’s age. The last photos showed them kissing and heading into a hotel. The time and date stamp on the photos was a date when Michael was supposed to be at a business dinner with a client.
“There are more,” Zack said sombrely.
The next photos were from another date Michael was supposed to have been at another business dinner and showed them entering the same hotel. Zack handed Vicki several more photos.
Vicki took a serviette and began dabbing her eyes dry as her tears began to flow.
“How long have you known?” Vicki asked Zack
“About a month. Amber doesn’t know that I know. I’m going to confront her today with the divorce papers. I didn’t say anything before because I was gathering evidence. I went on Reddit for advice and they all said I should contact you. My divorce lawyer agreed and said that you should give him a call,” Zack reached back into his envelope, took out a business card, and gave it to Vicki. “He said that if he represented both of us then he would be able to get better divorce outcomes for both of us but he could well be just touting for more business,” Zack gave a small laugh that earned him a stern look from Vicki, but she gave a small laugh too.
“How long have you been married, Zack?” Vicki asked sympathetically.
“Two years. We’ve been together about eight years though.”
“Only two? I’m so sorry, Zack. You had your whole life ahead of you.”
Zack wiped away a tear, “What about you, Mrs Masterson?”
“Call me Vicki, I feel like we are connected now,” she said kindly putting her hand on Zack’s. Twenty-three years married and we have three children too.
“I think that is worse. We at least don’t have children,” Zack said wistfully.
“But you wanted them with Amber?”
Zack nodded sadly.
“May I keep these?” Vicki asked Zack.
“Of course, I have digital copies if you would like me to email them to you and my lawyer has copies too.”
“Yes, please. I would also very much like to stay in touch with you, to talk. I think we could help each other through this.”
“I would like that, Vicki,” Zack replied and he wrote down his number and email address on the back of the business card. “It was very nice to meet you,” Zack said as he stood up to leave. “I will look forward to hearing from you.”
Vicki sat alone, her tears streaming down her face, awash with conflicting emotions. Sadness, anger, regret, guilt. She had no idea why she felt guilty. Twenty-three years of marriage and Michael treats her like this, the bastard. He told her he only wanted sons and she gave him three. When she told him she wanted a fourth child, a daughter, he refused and now he cheats on her with a woman at least fifteen years younger than him.
Vicki took the business card and sent a message to Zack with her phone number then sent him an email asking for copies of the text messages and photos.
Vicki then called Zack’s lawyer,
“May I speak to Mr Trent, my name is Vicki Masterson, his client Zack Gallagher approached me with evidence of an affair between his wife and my husband.”
“Yes, one moment and I’ll put you through.”
“Mrs Masterson, thank you for calling,” a friendly voice from the other end said. “How can I help you?”
“I would like to arrange an appointment to discuss divorcing my husband,”
“Of course, I could fit you in this afternoon if you can make it?”
“That would be ideal. If I would retain your services, what could I realistically gain from the divorce? I have three children and a house.
“Well, with the evidence we have on file, I would expect for you to keep your house with your husband continuing to pay the mortgage, custody of your children, and child support at the very least. I would also try and get him to pay your legal fees. It depends on what you want to achieve.”
“I want to make him suffer, could you do that?”
Mr Trent gave a small laugh, “I very much think so.”
“Welcome to Happy Holiday Memories! I’m your host Collete Brewer,” the presenter, Collete, announced loudly with a broad smile. The audience whooped and hollered their excitement. “Today telling us about their happiest holiday memories is the Nugent family from Bristol,” the camera turned to show the Nugent family sitting on a sofa smiling nervously as the audience whooped and hollered again while Collette joined the Nugent family by sitting on an armchair next to the Nugent’s sofa.
Collette then began to introduce the family members, “We have Mum, Harriet, Dad, John, and their daughters Freya and Ingrid. Harriet, I understand that you are a dental nurse, isn’t that right?”
“Yes, Collette, I work in a lovely practice called the Popewood Dental Surgery. I love working there. The people are so friendly.”
“And you John, you are in the Royal Navy, aren’t you?”
“Yes, though I will soon be leaving. It is time for me to focus on my family,” John replied sounding excited. “I need to spend more time with the ladies in my life,” making Harriet’s smile become forced.
“That means your dad will be home with you more, won’t it Freya and Ingrid,” both Freya and Ingrid nodded enthusiastically.
“How old are you, Freya?” asked Collette.
“I’m nine,” Freya replied shyly.
“And I’m seven,” Ingrid shouted out without being asked making everyone laugh and prompting a small applause as Harriet and John looked on proudly.
“So, let us see what holidays have given the Nugent’s the happiest memories,” Collette announced and three photos appeared on the monitors. Each photo had Harriet, Freya, and Ingrid in them. “You have given us Crete in 2019, The Algarve in 2021, and Tenerife in 2022.”
Harriet smiled happily, “Yes, I chose these holidays because these were the ones the children had begun to hold enough to enjoy them and we could do so many activities as a family.”
“John, do you have anything to add?” Collette asked.
John looked at the photos and had no recollection of going on any of them. He knew he had to be at sea. His blood went cold as the obvious question had formed in his brain,
“Harriet, who took these photos? I didn’t go on any of these holidays.”
Collette looked confused as did most of the audience.
“Of course, you were with us. How could you forget!” Harriet replied looking confused.
“No, he wasn’t,” Freya said quietly. “Daddy wasn’t on any of them. I’m glad Daddy will be coming with us next year,” she said happily which made some of the audience go aww.
“Don’t be silly, Freya. Of course, Daddy was with us,” Harriet told her daughter, forcing another smile.
“No, he wasn’t Mummy,” Ingrid said in a loud whisper not thinking anyone could hear other than her mother. “I remember Auntie Amber coming with us, she took the photo. You told us not to tell Daddy that she was coming with us or that she was sleeping in the same bed with you.”
“Mummy calls Amber her special friend, and not to tell Daddy. I don’t like Amber, she says mean things about Daddy,” Freya added.
At this point, the audience had gone quiet as they sensed a family crisis unfolding in front of them. Collette’s smile was fixed but her eyes were saying, “What is going on?”
“Harriet, who is Amber?” John demanded. “Why was she on holiday with you? Why was she sleeping in the same bed as you?”
Harriet started to look flustered with everybody’s eyes on her,
“Okay, I invited, Amber, from my girls’ group to come on holiday with us because she wasn’t going to go have a holiday,” Harriet told her husband.
“Three times?”
“Yes, three times!” Harriet snapped.
“Why did you sleep in the same bed?”
Harriet went quiet, unable to answer.
“I saw them kissing and Amber said she loved Mummy,” Ingrid whispered to her Daddy, moving closer to him. Freya went to sit on her Daddy’s lap.
“Ingrid!” Harriet gasped looking horrified at what her daughter said after telling her not to say anything to her father for the past few years.
“Why did you kiss Amber and why did she say she loved you?” John demanded again.
“Because I’m gay!” Harriet screamed.
The audience gasped, John looked stunned,
“What?”
“I’m gay, John. I’m sorry. I’m gay and I’m in love with Amber. Although I love you, I haven’t been in love with you for a long time,” Harriet admitted to her husband and the confession felt like a huge weight off her shoulders.
John looked like a man whose whole world was crashing down around him and found out his whole life was a lie.
“Why didn’t you say something?” John said, his voice breaking, tears filling his eyes.
“I, I don’t know. I’m sorry. I am so sorry. I should have told you. I was so scared because the girls were so young then I met Amber and the world made sense to me and before I knew it, I fell in love with her.”
“What did I do? Wasn’t I there enough for you?”
“Oh god, John! No! You did nothing wrong. It is just who I am. You are a good man, John, and a great father. I should have been honest with you,” Harriet began to cry.
“Why weren’t you then?”
“Look, John!” Harriet exclaimed, waving a hand at her daughters. “Ingrid and Freya adore you. They don’t adore me and they despise Amber. I thought if I told you I would lose them. Don’t think just because I’m gay that I don’t care for you because I do. You have been so good to me, you gave me two beautiful daughters. I lied to you because I wasn’t brave enough.”
“Brave enough?”
“Brave enough to admit to myself of who I was. Brave enough because I was too scared to lose Ingrid and Freya. Brave enough because I knew I would break your heart. I regret how you found out. I always will.”
“We should go home,” John said after several moments of silence when he noticed all the phones in the audience. I think we’re going to be all over the internet tomorrow.
“Oh god!” Harriet said burying her head in her hands and sobbing.
“Why don’t you go and watch some TV, Champion, so I can talk to mummy?” I told my son, putting him back down and ruffling his hair with a smile. I watched him run off into the lounge and when I was sure the TV was on, I closed the door and looked at my wife of seven years.
“What’s wrong, Alex?” my wife Kelly asked with a furrowed brow.
I picked up a small envelope on the table and slid over to her. My smile had completely disappeared and I now had a look of thunder on my face.
Kelly started to look worried and when she picked up the envelope to read the contents and looked at me with a mixture of fear and shock,
“Alex? You got HSV-2? Are you serious? Oh, my god, I don’t believe this. You cheated on me!” Kelly then started to cry. “You bastard, Alex. Did you cheat on me? Have you given me an STI?”
All I could do was laugh at her reaction. That was the most ridiculous of all the reactions she could have given me.
“Are you for real?” I asked her, shaking my head. I then slid another larger envelope across the table and the colour drained from her face as she looked at the contents. “I think that shows how we both got herpes, Kelly.”
Kelly now looked nervous and began biting her bottom lip, “Alex, I’m sorry,” was all she could say. She had the look of someone who had been caught red-handed. There was no excuse, explanation, or any other comment that could get her out of it. It was all there, text messages, photos, dates, hotel receipts.
I suspected she was having an affair when I saw a payment from our joint account to a hotel a few miles away. It was on a weekend when she said she needed to see a friend and was going to stay overnight because they were drinking. I then noticed more payments to the same hotel and they were nights she was supposed to be staying with another friend overnight.
This went back three months. I had no idea. I then thought about it and realised that she had been texting her friends a lot and had been evasive about who she was texting and what about. I didn’t question it because I loved and trusted my wife.
The idea that she was seeing and having sex with another man made me feel sick to my stomach but I knew that although in my gut she was having an affair, I needed proof.
I waited until she was asleep and went through her phone. Any idea of invasion of privacy never entered my mind, I just needed to know for sure. Her phone didn’t let me down. It showed her affair in black and white. The guy’s name was under a woman’s name but it was obvious it was a guy she was talking to because Kelly was telling him how much she loved his dick.
I then became my own private investigator as I followed Kelly around taking pictures
If Kelly’s cheating wasn’t bad enough, she invited him over to stay the night when I was away on business,
“You brought him over to our house, Kelly, and slept with him in our bed while our son was asleep! You brought a strange man into our home with our son here! What is wrong with you? The fucking guy had herpes, what if Charlie got herpes, Kelly! What were you thinking?”
“I don’t know, I’m sorry,” Kelly began to cry. “You’re not going to ask me who he is are you?”
“Seriously, you’re going to protect that asshole?”
Kelly looked away from me, shamefully. She wrapped her arms around herself.
“It doesn’t matter, I know who he is. His wife’s a nice woman. There is no way she deserves to be cheated on. Especially with the number of women he has been with.”
“What?” Kelly looked confused.
“Did you think you were the only one he was seeing?”
I slid a third envelope over to her. She began to shake when she saw pictures of him picking up prostitutes, and kissing other women.
“Shit!” Kelly sobbed as her legs gave way and she had to sit down as the full impact of the consequences of what she had done.
“So, now we know where the fucking herpes came from and you know you and Charlie are going to have to be tested. It never goes away, Kelly! You get it for life! Charlie could have herpes for life and he is only six!” I started to well up and my voice began to crack.
“I’m sorry, I am so sorry!” Kelly was in pieces knowing her actions had put our little boy in danger.
“Why, Kelly? Why did you do it? Why wasn’t I good enough for you?”
“You were good enough. You are good enough. I love you, Alex.”
“You can’t have otherwise you wouldn’t have cheated on me!”
“I do, I do love you!” she insisted desperately.
“Then why?”
“Because I needed excitement!”
“Excitement?” I said incredulously. “You gave me herpes and maybe our son for excitement?”
“I-“ Kelly was lost for words now. She knew that putting our son in danger of getting an STI was unforgivable.
“You know I’m going to have to give all this to his wife,” I told her
Kelly was about to protest but that an STI was being spread around by her lover changed everything, “I know,” she muttered shamefully.
After several moments of silence, she looked at me for the first time,
“What are you going to do? What are we going to do?”
“Is there a we anymore, Kelly? How can we stay married after this?”
“I don’t want to get divorced. I want us to stay as a family. What can I do?”
“Whether we stay married or get divorced, you have to cut off all contact with that clap-ridden asshole. Charlie can’t be anywhere near someone who is close to him.”
Kelly nodded, and reached for her phone.
“Give it to me!” I demanded.
“Why?” Kelly said looking worried. “I deleted his number.”
“I don’t trust you, Kelly. I want to make sure you have actually done it. If you don’t give me the phone then we are done and I’m taking Charlie to my parents with me.”
Kelly handed over her phone reluctantly, knowing full well I would carry through with my threat. I went through her phone and my temper subsided slightly as I saw that the number, she used to call him was no longer on the phone.
“You need to let me see your phone every day. If I find anything unusual or recently deleted then we are done. You are going to sleep in the spare room and you will leave your phone with me overnight.”
“Oh my god, Alex!” Kelly protested. “You’re controlling my life!”
“Well, you should have thought about that before you betrayed me!”
“Is this how it’s going to be from now on?”
“It does if you want to stay married,” I told her in no uncertain terms.
“Is there anything else?” she asked. She knew she was beaten.
“I want you to tell everyone what you did.”
“No! Please, Alex. I can’t. I’ll lose all my friends and my family will make my life hell!”
“Again, you should have thought about that before you betrayed me!”
Kelly looked devastated
“We will stay together for Charlie for now but if he has herpes because of you then we are done and I will go for full custody of Charlie. I doubt a judge will give custody to a parent who gives their child an STI, will they?”
Kelly slowly shook her head.
With that, Charlie burst through the door in tears,
“Mummy, my willy is spotty and it hurts!” and Kelly burst into tears.
“Good evening, I’m Marissa.” I looked at Marissa, as the woman sat down next to me at the bar of the expensive hotel I was staying at. She was beautiful, most men’s dream woman. She looked in her early thirties and expensive. That is how I knew she wasn’t for me.
She was dressed in an expensive-looking tight, low-cut, black cocktail dress. Her full red lips curled into a well-practiced seductive smile and long blood-red fingernails made her look like a huntress going after her male prey. She crossed her legs, exposing the lace top of her stockings, and leaned towards me showing her ample cleavage. The smell of her perfume was intoxicating. Her accent wasn’t that of someone from New York. I guessed she was from one of the southern states but it made her incredibly sexy and I think she knew it.
“Good evening, I’m Zac” I replied politely a little more nervously than was necessary, her company for a few minutes would probably be for free.
“Are you here for business or for pleasure?” She asked, her eyes sparkling when she said pleasure. The barman put down a vodka martini for Marissa without her asking. “She comes here often”, I thought.
“Business, a lot of business. I’m going to be here for a couple of weeks.” It was true but international business trips had long lost their appeal and were terrible for relationships so the company of a beautiful woman for just a few minutes was a welcome distraction.
“How about you?” I asked politely.
“Most definitely business but hopefully pleasure too,” she smiled seductively turning her head to one side, and raising an eyebrow in a well-practiced act. I could feel myself stirring in my trousers.
“I’m sorry, I think your idea of business and pleasure is too expensive for me,” I sighed in disappointment knowing my time with her had come to an end.
She ran her fingers down my arm as she began to walk away. It had been a long time since a woman flirted with me even if Marissa was a call girl,
“Pity, you’re quite handsome and you’re accent is to die for,” she said with an apologetic smile as she walked away.
“I hope you have a successful evening, Marissa.” I told her with a warm smile. I had enjoyed her company and I didn’t want to be rude.
“Thank you,” she smiled back, gently, touching my shoulder her brow furrowing in appreciation. With that smile, I got to see who she really was just for a brief moment and I don’t think many people got to see that and don’t think many people were polite to her either.
I finished my drink and went back to my room. I watched tv but couldn’t get Marissa out of my head it was like she had bewitched me.
I decided to go for a walk. I saw Marissa at the bar, by herself. Maybe I judged her wrong. I walked over to talk to her.
“Hello again, Marissa,” I said to her nervously. “I apologise if I have got this wrong but how much are you?”
Marissa turned round and turned and put on her seductive smile again.
“For you $500,” she said lifting one eyebrow seductively again but there seemed to be a little despondency behind that seductive veneer. Despite the price, I was still severely tempted.
“I’m sorry, you’re still too expensive,” I reply regretfully, resisting my primal urges.
She looked disappointed. I could see she was not having a good evening. I looked around the bar and saw a man, he looked in his early forties. He was well-dressed and looked arrogant. He had a look of a man who was used to paying for his pleasure.
“Do you see that man, the well-dressed one by himself? Have you tried him?”
She noted who I was looking at.
“Do you think he can afford $500,” she said teasingly. At another time, in different circumstances, I thought we could be friends and enjoy each other’s company for free, it wasn’t though but for some reason, I don’t know why, I wanted to help her out anyway.
“I think you should him charge double. The more expensive you are, the more he’ll like you, I think. It boosts the ego of those kinds of men that they know that they can afford it.”
She smiled gratefully and introduced herself to the man. The barman brought over a fresh vodka martini for Marissa.
I left the hotel for my walk. I went to a less well-heeled bar, one where I wouldn’t meet a woman as intoxicating as Marissa. I just wanted a drink for company tonight.
When I returned, I met Marissa walking out of the elevator. She smiled at me again, the same smile she gave me twice before that evening, the one that showed me who she really was. That smile was more seductive than her working smile.
“Thank you, you were right,” she told me, touching my arm as she passed which sent a jolt of electricity through me. I felt her night was through though. She still looked beautiful and her perfume was still intoxicating despite what she had been doing with her client. I couldn’t help but watch her swaying hips through the closing lift doors as she left the hotel.
The following evening, I met Marissa again. She was wearing an equally seductive dress as the night before and her perfume was still intoxicating.
“Good evening, Marissa,” I smiled, happy to see her again.
“Good evening,” she replied. “Can you afford $500, tonight?” I smiled at her joke.
“See that man at the other end of the bar? You could do worse than him.”
Marissa smiled that smile again, which was just for me, and touched my arm in gratitude. I drank in her perfume as she walked past. I closed my eyes and sighed. The bartender gave me a knowing smile.
I helped her out for the rest of the week. On the weekend she wasn’t there. I felt a little sad but clearly, she was targeting lonely, wealthy businessmen who were used to buying what they wanted. Even so, I would have liked her company even if it had been just a few minutes.
She returned on Monday, “Hello again,” she said with a friendly smile, gently caressing my back as she passed to get my attention before she sat down next to me. She knew by now that I couldn’t afford her so she didn’t even try to seduce me.
I helped her out once more. She was seeing me almost like an agent who would introduce her to her clients. This made me feel a little used. I found myself less attracted to her now, her perfume had become less intoxicating.
On Thursday, she approached me as usual,
“Good evening, Zac” Marissa greeted me. I was about to indicate a client for her when she surprised me. “No,” she smiled, that honest smile which she only gave me, “tonight I am here for you,” and she surprised me by giving me a lingering kiss on the lips.
She looked incredible as always. Her red dress showed off her curves, her makeup was perfect, and with that one kiss, her perfume became intoxicating again.
“I’m sorry I can’t afford you,” I told her confused, I wasn’t sure what ‘tonight I am here for you’ meant.
“You helped me out a lot the past two weeks and I made a lot of money,” she smiled gratefully to me, that genuine smile again that I had convinced myself was just for me. “Far more than I normally do, so I wanted to thank you before you go home. I’m going to give you the full girlfriend experience, tonight. Dinner, and the whole night with me. Think of it as commission.”
I laughed, I did like Marissa so I happily and graciously accepted her offer.
We had a wonderfully expensive evening, all paid for by Marissa. She was attentive and hung on to my every word. I knew the topic of conversation was dull so I turned the conversation back to her and asked her about herself but she expertly deflected it back to me. I could see people’s confused faces. They were sure Marissa was a call girl but they could also see she wasn’t acting and were even more confused when she paid the bill. I loved seeing their reaction and I loved being with Marissa and I think she was having fun too. It was hard to explain. Maybe it was because there was no money involved that it seemed she had let her guard down. It felt like two people on a date, having fun instead of a transactional evening.
When we returned to the hotel, hand in hand, we entered the lift, and as soon as the door closed, Marissa pushed me up against the wall, I could feel her large, soft breasts pressing up against me. She pulled my head down and kissed me deeply, inviting my tongue into her mouth.
“I told you, the full girlfriend experience,” she told me with a wicked smile, knowing her seduction had snared her prey. She took my hand and put it on her ass. It was curved, large, yet firm. We kissed until the elevator opened again and we went into my room. Her lips were soft, her perfume felt like it had wrapped itself around me at her command, holding me tightly. I was at Marissa’s mercy. Not that I cared, Marissa was not someone you would mind being ensnared by.
Once inside my room, Marissa swiftly removed her dress showing off her firm curvaceous body. Her ample breasts were pushed up and together by her bra, “Lie down on the bed!” she ordered.
I took my shoes off and complied without thinking. Marissa climbed onto the bed and mounted me. I gasped in appreciation at her magnificent breasts when she took off her bra which made her smile seductively once again. She allowed me to touch them before she opened my shirt and kissed my chest, gently licking my nipples and my stomach. She then undid my belt and trousers in a way that showed she had done it many times before, then she released my already hard cock and slowly and sensually licked it upwards with the end of her tongue until she reached the head before putting it in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head making me moan loudly. Marissa gave a little muffled laugh at my reaction which intensified the feeling before she took more of me into her mouth. I never had a blow job like this. I have had blow jobs before but never done as expertly as Marissa’s. Her mouth felt warm and sensual. Her movements were slow and purposeful. She knew just how close to the edge to take me before backing off.
She removed my cock from her mouth before it became too much for me but Marissa had released the dormant beast inside me, I was full of animalistic desire that I could no longer control, that hadn’t been freed for so long. I surprised her by sitting up abruptly and kissing her deeply. She felt unsure at first before she opened her mouth to let me give her the pleasure that she always gave others for money. Our tongues danced briefly before I threw her over onto her back. I was going to be in charge and I could see nervous excitement in her eyes.
I removed the rest of my clothes and fell upon Marissa. We kissed passionately. My hands explored every inch of her body while she gently stroked my cock. Caressing large breasts, making her moan into my mouth when I squeezed her nipple, caressing her hips. I felt her wrap a leg around me, holding me tight. Marissa moaned as I began to kiss her neck,
“No biting!” she light-heartedly admonished me with a laugh, giving my cock a painful squeeze. This admonishment encouraged me to kiss downwards to her breasts. They felt incredible to kiss. I licked and nibbled on her nipples which were poking up stiffly,
“Oh, Zac!” she moaned and I felt her body go stiff as I felt a small orgasm go through her.
I took Marissa’s hands and held them above her head with one hand. With my other, I let it drift down her body, my fingers gently following the contours. Marissa’s breathing was deep and slow, her face was filled with a mixture of pleasure and pain until I reached her pussy. I slowly traced the line of her slit which caused Marissa to mew and her hips to buck with want.
I didn’t want to give Marissa that because she wanted it, I wanted to give it to her because she needed it. My fingers began to move up and down her thigh and when they got close to where Marissa wanted them to go, she would buck her hips with want again. Instead of relenting, I moved them down her other thigh. The pleasure and pain on her face turned to confusion and frustration, unused to someone else being in control. I fell in love with her a little as I studied her face, making me kiss her deeply.
I kept up my torture until it became too much for her, she writhed in desperation and she begged like I wanted her to,
“Please Zac, please, I can’t take anymore!”
I kissed her again and as I did so I inserted a finger inside her. She moaned long and loud with relief as she felt my finger slide inside her wet folds.
“Another finger!” she rasped desperately. “I need another finger!”
‘I need’ were the words I enjoyed hearing from her. Because she said ‘I need’ I obliged. I inserted another finger and began to move them in and out.
Her moan of “Oh God, Zac!” was music to my ears. Her hips matched the thrust of my fingers. When I curled them inside her, her body arched and stiffened, and her mouth opened with a silent scream as an orgasm racked through her. I kept this up two more times,
“I need your cock, Zac. I need your cock inside me!”
‘I need’ I was powerless to resist those words. Keeping her hands held above her head, I moved between her legs and lined myself up to move inside her.
“Wait!” she exclaimed wide-eyed. She began to search hurriedly on the floor for her handbag. Marissa took out a condom and rolled it on my long hard cock which was now as desperate to be inside her as Marissa was to have it inside her.
Marissa laid back down and put her hands above her head with a wicked smile with her wrists crossed and legs open, taking back control from me. I moved on top of her, holding her wrists together like how she wanted, and I felt my cock slide naturally inside her making us moan together.
“Faster!”, “Slower!” she told me as we searched for our rhythm. “Kiss me, Zac!” she ordered me gently and I slowly and sensually did so. Her legs wrapped around me as we kissed, making escape impossible. Her prey was now being devoured.
Her kisses became needier as I moved in and out until her body shuddered and a gargled moan left her. I knew now what her orgasm sounded and felt like. I kept going as she orgasmed three more times,
“Cum for me, Zac,” she whispered gently. “Cum.”
Her hips then increased their rhythm. It was now my turn to moan,
“Oh, fuck!”
“That’s it, Zac, cum! Let yourself go!” she encouraged me, her words ragged, as my thrusts met her quickening hips. I could tell she was holding back her own orgasm until I came.
“Fuck!” I exclaimed, burying my head into the pillow, surprised by the intensity of my orgasm.
Marissa’s legs gripped me tighter as soon as she felt me cum, screaming into my shoulder as she finally released her own orgasm.
We both remained still, my face in the pillow, Marissa’s in my shoulder. Her legs held me tight, not letting me go. She was going to decide when we were finished.
Marissa’s legs relaxed and she began to laugh. I released her wrists and joined her in her laughter,
“That was incredible!” I told her through my laughter.
Marissa cupped my face and kissed me. Her face was radiant in her post-orgasmic bliss,
“Thank you, Zac,” she told me with a loving smile on her face and that sexy Southern accent. “It has been a long time since a man has done that to me.”
I rolled off her and removed the condom. We then held each other gently kissing until Marissa turned over and put my hand on her breast and we fell asleep in a spooning position. The comfort of falling asleep next to a woman was almost as enjoyable as the intense sex we had.
I knew she wasn’t there before I opened my eyes. The morning had arrived and there was an emptiness next to me. I slowly opened my eyes and an overwhelming sadness swept over me when I saw that she was not there. Instead, there was a note where her head should have been. It was folded with a large heart on it. I slowly opened it and read.
I’m not going to tell you what she wrote, her words were just for me. They were beautiful and heartfelt.
I knew I would not see Marissa again. Not because she didn’t want to see me but because I knew I wouldn’t return. Marissa made me realise I couldn’t continue the life I was leading. I couldn’t spend my life travelling and living in hotels, too focused on work, no matter how well paid, getting too emotional over a night with a call girl. I took out my laptop and wrote my resignation letter, sending it to my manager.
I showered, dressed, and packed my suitcase. I then wrote a reply to Marissa before heading down to reception. Those words were for Marissa only and were equally heartfelt and I hope she found them as beautiful to her as hers were to me.
Before I left, I headed to the bar where I recognised the bartender. I asked them to give Marissa my letter. The bartender gave me a kind smile and agreed.
I walked out of the hotel and hailed a taxi to take me to the airport, my phone ringing in my pocket. I let it go to voicemail. I knew who it was and I didn’t want to deal with it right now. My thoughts were full of Marissa and I didn’t want to let them go just yet.
I sat in the back of the taxi and smiled as I watched New York pass by. I put my hand in my pocket and felt Marissa’s note. I still read that note once in a while, Marissa and that night would always stay with me and I would always wonder if she would remember if we ever met again.
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