19-04-2019, 10:24 PM
FIDELITY
6th PART
Wendy replied, “That’s a pretty sick idea, but I love it. The idea of Jim eating your cum from my pussy is making me hot. The though of doing that will keep me hot until I get to the wedding. As soon as I send this note I am going to take Jim to bed and get him to eat my pussy and so that I can pretend that it’s full of your cum. W.”
I was glad that they didn’t get the chance to pull their little plan off. I just couldn’t believe that the woman I had loved for the last ten years could be doing this to me.
After I finished reading all of the notes I printed them. I planned to leave them out with the pictures for Wendy to find when she got home. I poured myself another drink and called Jason to find out what he wanted. Jason started by saying that he didn’t expect me to call until Sunday. I didn’t tell him why I was home from the wedding a day early. I asked him what he wanted and he said that he had a project starting in Phoenix on Monday and was hoping I could go out there to work on it for a while. I asked him how long he wanted me to stay out there and he said, “I’d like you to go out their for a couple of months.”
I said, “I’ll leave for Phoenix tomorrow.”
“That’s great. I’ll feel better knowing your running the show out there for me, but you don’t have to leave tomorrow. You can fly out Monday.”
“I’d rather fly out tomorrow and get an early start Monday.”
“Well, that’s up to you. Call me when you get settled.” Then Jason went on to give me the details of the project and who to contact in Phoenix and then we ended the call.
This worked out great for me. I didn’t want to be home when Wendy came back from Chicago, but I had no idea of where I could go. I thought about going to my parents but I really didn’t like the idea of getting them involved. I didn’t want to have to explain what happened to them. This Phoenix job was better. I called Delta and made my flight arrangements then I called Hilton and got a room in the Phoenix Hilton. Then I packed just about all the clothes I owned. I even took clothes out of the laundry. When I was done I had two large suitcases and a carry on bag full of clothes for my trip. When I was done packing I wrote a check for half of the total in our joint bank account and went the ATM at our bank and deposited the check into my business travel account. I was afraid that Wendy might clean out our back account and leave me with nothing.
Back at the house I packed up my personal belongings and moved them into the storage area above the garage. I doubted that Wendy would find them up there and I would arrange to get them later. Then finally, to make sure that I wouldn’t run into Wendy before I could get out of the house in the morning I booked a room for that night at a hotel near the airport.
Just before I left the house I decided that I didn’t want Wendy to know that I had read her e-mail correspondence with Dave. I didn’t want her to know that I had found her e-mail password so that I would be able to continue monitoring her e-mail from Phoenix without her knowing. I put the printouts in my briefcase. I also put the pictures of Wendy fucking dipshit in my briefcase with the printouts.
I had decided that if I couldn’t put my feelings in a note I wouldn’t tell Wendy anything. Maybe that would drive her as crazy as she was making me. All she knew was that I accused her of fucking Dave but she had no idea of how I could have found out. So without writing the nasty note I had planned I prepared to leave. I left my car in the garage but took my keys with me so that Wendy wouldn’t be able to do anything with the car. Then I called a taxi.
PHOENIX
I got through the first week in Phoenix by burying myself in my work. I didn’t give myself a chance to think about Wendy. Apparently it took Wendy a week to finally figured out where I was and on Saturday evening she called me. When I answered the phone Wendy said, “What are you doing to me? You left without a word. I had no idea where you were. I have been worried sick. Please tell me what’s going on.”
She was still trying to act like she hadn’t done anything wrong. I said, “I want to ask you one question and I just want you to tell me the truth. Why did you cheat on me?”
“What are you talking about? I didn’t do anything wrong.”
If she wasn’t ready to tell me the truth, I wasn’t ready to talk to her so without saying another word I hung up. The phone rang again right away, but I didn’t answer it. Instead, when the phone stopped ringing I logged into Wendy’s mailbox and checked her recent e-mails.
There were only two that I hadn’t seen. The first note was from Dave. It read, “Was everything all right with Jim when you got home? Were you able to convince him that I haven’t been fucking that fine pussy of yours? Love Dave.”
Wendy’s reply was, “Please don’t write to me that way anymore. It’s over. I can’t do this anymore. Jim isn’t home and I have no idea where he is. I have to fix things. I can’t lose him. What the hell was I thinking? I don’t know what I am going to do if I don’t find him soon. W”
I sat there looking at the note and wondering how I was ever going to be able to deal with this mess. I never wanted any women other than Wendy but I had to face the fact that she betrayed me and I didn’t think I could ever forgive her.
I got up and poured myself a drink. As I read Wendy’s last note over again I heard a clicking noise and realized that I was tapping the side of my glass with my wedding ring. I started to take the ring off with the intention of throwing it away but somehow I couldn’t bring myself to do it. My emotional stress was beginning to manifest itself as actual physical pain. As my eyes filled with tears I decided that I was going to have to divorce Wendy, but needed to get revenge on both Wendy and Dave for the pain and humiliation they caused me. I didn’t know how or when but I knew if I was patient enough the right opportunity would present itself to me.
I briefly thought about sending Dave a nasty note using Wendy’s e-mail account so it would look like the note came from her. But then I figured that they would figure out that I had sent the note and Wendy would change her password and then I wouldn’t have any way to find out what the two of them were up to.
Over the next several days I frequently checked Wendy’s e-mail but the only notes there were the notes she was sending to me pleading with me to talk to her. There were no new notes to or from Dave. Then it occurred to me that with me out of town she and Dave didn’t need to sneak around using e-mail to communicate, they could talk on the phone.
Over the next two weeks Wendy stopped sending me notes. I guessed that she had given up. That’s when it hit me. As angry as I was about what Wendy had done to me I missed her terribly. I missed talking to her and watching her as she dressed for work in the morning and undressed for bed at night. I missed the way she would walk up behind me and rub my back for no reason. And I really missed the way she made love to me. How could this woman I loved so much betray me.
It was on a Saturday night at the end of my first month in Phoenix and I hadn’t heard from Wendy in nearly three weeks. I had just returned to the hotel from dinner when the phone in my room rang. When I answered the phone all I heard was a clink on the other end. I figured it must have been a wrong number. I poured myself a drink and sat down to watch television. A few minutes later there was a knock on my door.
I looked through the little peek hole in the door and saw Wendy standing at my door.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
6th PART
Wendy replied, “That’s a pretty sick idea, but I love it. The idea of Jim eating your cum from my pussy is making me hot. The though of doing that will keep me hot until I get to the wedding. As soon as I send this note I am going to take Jim to bed and get him to eat my pussy and so that I can pretend that it’s full of your cum. W.”
I was glad that they didn’t get the chance to pull their little plan off. I just couldn’t believe that the woman I had loved for the last ten years could be doing this to me.
After I finished reading all of the notes I printed them. I planned to leave them out with the pictures for Wendy to find when she got home. I poured myself another drink and called Jason to find out what he wanted. Jason started by saying that he didn’t expect me to call until Sunday. I didn’t tell him why I was home from the wedding a day early. I asked him what he wanted and he said that he had a project starting in Phoenix on Monday and was hoping I could go out there to work on it for a while. I asked him how long he wanted me to stay out there and he said, “I’d like you to go out their for a couple of months.”
I said, “I’ll leave for Phoenix tomorrow.”
“That’s great. I’ll feel better knowing your running the show out there for me, but you don’t have to leave tomorrow. You can fly out Monday.”
“I’d rather fly out tomorrow and get an early start Monday.”
“Well, that’s up to you. Call me when you get settled.” Then Jason went on to give me the details of the project and who to contact in Phoenix and then we ended the call.
This worked out great for me. I didn’t want to be home when Wendy came back from Chicago, but I had no idea of where I could go. I thought about going to my parents but I really didn’t like the idea of getting them involved. I didn’t want to have to explain what happened to them. This Phoenix job was better. I called Delta and made my flight arrangements then I called Hilton and got a room in the Phoenix Hilton. Then I packed just about all the clothes I owned. I even took clothes out of the laundry. When I was done I had two large suitcases and a carry on bag full of clothes for my trip. When I was done packing I wrote a check for half of the total in our joint bank account and went the ATM at our bank and deposited the check into my business travel account. I was afraid that Wendy might clean out our back account and leave me with nothing.
Back at the house I packed up my personal belongings and moved them into the storage area above the garage. I doubted that Wendy would find them up there and I would arrange to get them later. Then finally, to make sure that I wouldn’t run into Wendy before I could get out of the house in the morning I booked a room for that night at a hotel near the airport.
Just before I left the house I decided that I didn’t want Wendy to know that I had read her e-mail correspondence with Dave. I didn’t want her to know that I had found her e-mail password so that I would be able to continue monitoring her e-mail from Phoenix without her knowing. I put the printouts in my briefcase. I also put the pictures of Wendy fucking dipshit in my briefcase with the printouts.
I had decided that if I couldn’t put my feelings in a note I wouldn’t tell Wendy anything. Maybe that would drive her as crazy as she was making me. All she knew was that I accused her of fucking Dave but she had no idea of how I could have found out. So without writing the nasty note I had planned I prepared to leave. I left my car in the garage but took my keys with me so that Wendy wouldn’t be able to do anything with the car. Then I called a taxi.
PHOENIX
I got through the first week in Phoenix by burying myself in my work. I didn’t give myself a chance to think about Wendy. Apparently it took Wendy a week to finally figured out where I was and on Saturday evening she called me. When I answered the phone Wendy said, “What are you doing to me? You left without a word. I had no idea where you were. I have been worried sick. Please tell me what’s going on.”
She was still trying to act like she hadn’t done anything wrong. I said, “I want to ask you one question and I just want you to tell me the truth. Why did you cheat on me?”
“What are you talking about? I didn’t do anything wrong.”
If she wasn’t ready to tell me the truth, I wasn’t ready to talk to her so without saying another word I hung up. The phone rang again right away, but I didn’t answer it. Instead, when the phone stopped ringing I logged into Wendy’s mailbox and checked her recent e-mails.
There were only two that I hadn’t seen. The first note was from Dave. It read, “Was everything all right with Jim when you got home? Were you able to convince him that I haven’t been fucking that fine pussy of yours? Love Dave.”
Wendy’s reply was, “Please don’t write to me that way anymore. It’s over. I can’t do this anymore. Jim isn’t home and I have no idea where he is. I have to fix things. I can’t lose him. What the hell was I thinking? I don’t know what I am going to do if I don’t find him soon. W”
I sat there looking at the note and wondering how I was ever going to be able to deal with this mess. I never wanted any women other than Wendy but I had to face the fact that she betrayed me and I didn’t think I could ever forgive her.
I got up and poured myself a drink. As I read Wendy’s last note over again I heard a clicking noise and realized that I was tapping the side of my glass with my wedding ring. I started to take the ring off with the intention of throwing it away but somehow I couldn’t bring myself to do it. My emotional stress was beginning to manifest itself as actual physical pain. As my eyes filled with tears I decided that I was going to have to divorce Wendy, but needed to get revenge on both Wendy and Dave for the pain and humiliation they caused me. I didn’t know how or when but I knew if I was patient enough the right opportunity would present itself to me.
I briefly thought about sending Dave a nasty note using Wendy’s e-mail account so it would look like the note came from her. But then I figured that they would figure out that I had sent the note and Wendy would change her password and then I wouldn’t have any way to find out what the two of them were up to.
Over the next several days I frequently checked Wendy’s e-mail but the only notes there were the notes she was sending to me pleading with me to talk to her. There were no new notes to or from Dave. Then it occurred to me that with me out of town she and Dave didn’t need to sneak around using e-mail to communicate, they could talk on the phone.
Over the next two weeks Wendy stopped sending me notes. I guessed that she had given up. That’s when it hit me. As angry as I was about what Wendy had done to me I missed her terribly. I missed talking to her and watching her as she dressed for work in the morning and undressed for bed at night. I missed the way she would walk up behind me and rub my back for no reason. And I really missed the way she made love to me. How could this woman I loved so much betray me.
It was on a Saturday night at the end of my first month in Phoenix and I hadn’t heard from Wendy in nearly three weeks. I had just returned to the hotel from dinner when the phone in my room rang. When I answered the phone all I heard was a clink on the other end. I figured it must have been a wrong number. I poured myself a drink and sat down to watch television. A few minutes later there was a knock on my door.
I looked through the little peek hole in the door and saw Wendy standing at my door.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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