Mom's Plan

It's referred to as the 'Butterfly Effect.'

In nature the tiniest of things sets into motion a shift that changes the entire future.

Something that took years to set into place, could come tumbling down in a domino effect from such a simple action.

Mitch, 35, has worked for the same architecture firm since college; and successfully moved up steadily.

Now he's leaving his family a couple nights a week to make a deadline on a large project that he claims is necessary to make him a partner.

A partnership he's been vying for since starting there.

Therefore, his inattentiveness, distracted demeanor at home, 2 or 3 nights a week working until 8 or 9pm at the office. Several noticeable changes of behavior over the past few weeks, were chalked up as stress related, working so diligently for his promotion. everything has been gracefully, dutifully accepted by his family.

Yvonne, 34, started a home makeover business right after getting her interior design college degree. Her business grew rapidly, as did her 2 children, Mina now 8, and Myron 10, who were watched by Mitch's mother Mary in their preschool years.

Yvonne is brilliant, very business minded, multi-tasking is her forte, and by scheduling her appointments extremely well, has allowed the growth of her business to one of prestige, with Yvonne only working when the children are in school, this past year she shifted into only taking on big jobs with high end clients.

Being with the same man for 14 years, married for 12 one gets used to obscure habits and no matter how slight they change, any subtle nuance gets noticed.

Yvonne became suspicious a couple months ago, subtle changes have occurred, not just the things Mitch blamed on his deadline.

A couple days ago Mitch came home after another late evening at work, Yvonne detected a fresh, after shower scent when he arrived. He expected she'd believed he was feeling sleepy earlier at work and removed his shirt and washed up liberally to refresh, so he could continue.

Yvonne's suspicions were already on high alert, but no way a sink splash could refresh him to that extent... he showered somewhere; Yvonne needed to know, not only where, but more importantly, WHY?

We were in our queen-sized bed, Mitch just rolled on his side, placed his tablet on the nightstand, turned out his lamp, as he said "G'nite," in a monotone, uninspiring voice that I'd become accustomed too.

"Nite," I responded, no different than most nights, I closed my laptop.

Mitch was right there, barely inches away, if I flopped my right hand over, I'd be touching him. If I rolled on my side we'd be spooning.

Yet that minor amount of air between us might as well be an ocean.

Slowly over the years we'd drifted apart.

Mitch is intently focused on his goal of becoming a partner in his company, and I am near enough to the pinnacle of my career, I've been able to step back and have a new vision, I've clearly realized our original dreams got left behind, we went separate ways.

I'd like to reset our separate directions and get back on track with Mitch.

I am laying here considering rolling to him to initiate some sexual play, it's been more than a couple weeks since we had any intimacy, nearly 2 months since we were coupled passionately and I'm feeling frisky.

Mitches deep breathing just changed to his rhythmic, slightly audible snore, chopping off my promiscuous thoughts at the knees.

I sigh, frustrated; staring into space, I begin doing some reminiscing, I set my laptop on my nightstand.

I'm propped upright by several pillows, I tap the mattress beside me, smiled; these 49 square feet of mattress... we bought this in our apartment when we first married. It almost didn't fit, it was tight against 2 walls, there was only room for one narrow dresser in the room behind the door accessed from on the bed.

Any more than one step into the bedroom and you shuffled down the side or got on the bed.

My dresser was in the living room.

I rubbed my fingers on the surface, this tiny patch of real estate, started out as a very active playground for our lively sex life; sometimes it was a wrestling ring, me getting pinned in new positions.

Sometimes it was a rodeo ring, when I felt like being a cowgirl, bull riding Mitch.

I recall some wonderful times when it was a bondage and discipline platform.

Then came kids, this mattress became a shared space, a safe haven for... 'Dad there's a monster under my bed.'

A hospital recovery bed when... 'Mom I don't feel so good.'

A library when it was family reading time,

or a Saturday morning fort when everyone hid under the covers,

often turning into a tickle fest.

A trampoline more times than I can remember.

I tossed a couple pillows to the floor, feeling better than I had in a long while.

I turned out my light... I set a new goal... I'm going to make our family my priority now, bring Mitch back to being my friend, partner, and lover, setting new goals as a family.

I dropped the kids off at school, I had a meeting at 9:30 with a couple who just bought a downtown penthouse. I drove home, called an Uber, I didn't want to fight traffic and hunt for parking downtown.

Pierre and Sierra were repeat customers, I redid an apartment for them 2 years ago, this penthouse is over twice the square footage, they want a complete makeover, with a budget of 500 grand.

After our initial walkthrough, chatting about their vision and requests; I was making rough sketches, taking notes as we discussed preferences and options.

I had a vision I was comfortable they'd like. "I'll put together a 3-D presentation over the next few days and we'll get together again; how about Tuesday morning to tweak my proposal, and I'll have a quote ready then too."

Sierra smiled "if you'll can do it for the 500, no quote necessary, you have the job," she gave me a warm hug.

Pierre affirmed their decision, nodded as he shook my hand.

"Tuesday 9:30, we'll be here."

Yvonne was excited about the new job, and being only a couple blocks from Mitch's office, she decided to go to lunch with him.

Yvonne was waiting for the walk light to cross the intersection; she had her cell phone in hand tapping the keys to text Mitch she was nearby, when she saw him exit his office building.

He was with a younger woman, quite pretty, long dark hair, in a short red dress, black stockings, red stilettos, she didn't look like a business associate.

They turned left away from me and were about a 1/2 block ahead, too far to yell.

I had an uneasy feeling, they seemed to close, even cozy, as they walked, I watched her hips sway seductively, her gait was like a runway model.

My walk light illuminated, I tried to speed up, I was in heels and although I gained quite a bit, they made the next crosswalk light, and I didn't.

{Please don't let this be the reason he's been working late.}

I saw them enter the hotel; they are likely just going to the restaurant to discuss some business over lunch; I was convincing myself, as I hurried along.

The hotel door silently opened, a gut-wrenching knot twisted tight in my stomach, my breath became a gasp. Mitch was handing his credit card to the clerk at the registration desk.

The svelte woman, now looked like a hooker to me; at least 10 years younger than Mitch, she was primping herself in a small compact mirror as she stood next to him.

Mitch took the key card from the clerk, turned to the woman, his hand went to the small of her back, and with gentle persuasion, both with beaming smiles, strolled toward the elevators.

No need to follow them; I know without a doubt what's going on.

Ok, I had suspicions, but I doubted them, I trusted Mitch; but now this was reality, no doubt anymore... Mitch is having an affair.

My eyes begin to leak, standing frozen unable to move in the lobby, my entire life seems to tumble like the Twin Towers crumbling.

Yvonne stumbles to an overstuffed chair in the lobby, her back to the registration desk, she stares through the doors to the street.

Mind swirling, unfocused.

Could I forgive him? What is my next move?

Yvonne's brain was in hyperdrive bouncing all kinds of scenarios about what to do. Before she knew how much time had passed, she saw them exit. Mitch had his arm tightly around her waist; she'd tied her hair into a pony and was no longer wearing dark stockings.

Convinced not confronting them was the right thing to do, Yvonne followed them, only to check if the slut worked with Mitch, or if she was just a working girl.

Upon returning back to the office, I hung back as they went onto the elevator. When I got into the elevator and as the doors started sliding shut, "Hold the elevator Please." A plea cried out.

I stuck my hand out to reopen the door.

"Thank-you," Bill one of the partners stepped in.

"Oh, Yvonne, hi, haven't seen you since the Christmas party. You're looking great; how are you feeling? Mitch mentioned you've not been well."

"Oh, no I'm fine." I was stunned by his remark.

{What was that about, I've not been sick in years.}

"Good, well sure is good to see you out and about." The elevator stopped and he rushed ahead, obviously in a hurry.

I stopped at the reception desk to chat briefly with Wendy, looking about to see Mitch or the woman.

"Yvonne, hi; good to see you up and about." Brian, one of Mitches colleagues came up behind me.

There's that reference to me being sick again??

Brian divorced Crystal last year; we were good friends, often did activities with them a couple times a week, movies, sporting events, BBQ's, cards.

"Hi Brian." I smiled "You overworked on this big project too?" I asked.

Brian looked at me, puzzled.

"What project, things are slow around here, in fact a few colleagues have been let go. The business is struggling, didn't Mitch tell you?"

{I knew something was not right, but now I know he was blatantly, shamelessly lying to my face.}

"Uh, no, uh... can we talk in private Brian?"

"Sure, follow me, my desks right over there."

As we move to his desk, I spot the lady in red.

"Who's that, Brian?"

"Wow, Mitch has kept you in the dark, that's Stacy, his interim secretary; Millie's been on maternity leave for a couple months."

"Oh, ok, ya, no... I didn't know." I sat across from Brian.

"Brian if things have been slow, I guess nobody has been working late?"

"No, Bill has just been keeping the longest reigning staff around praying for work, he's even disclosed the board of director's are wanting even more layoffs."

I was speechless, Mitch has been bald-faced lying to me about so much.

"Thanks Brian." I got up "Please don't tell Mitch I was here, I wanted to go for lunch with him, but he'd already gone, I'll talk to him tonight."

"Yvonne, wait." Brian inhaled deeply, "I think you're here because you're suspicious about what's going on. Mitch told everyone here you're very sick, and he needed comfort."

I forced a smile, fighting back a tear; knowing what was coming next.

Brian stood, "I'm sorry Yvonne, everyone here knows he is cheating with Stacy." He came around his desk to hug me.

"Yvonne, I would have told you, but I believed Mitch, that you were bedridden and didn't want to see anyone, if you need anything... I'm right here."

He hugged me lovingly, a feeling of sanctuary cocooned in his arms, he tightened his embrace.

He not only felt good he smelled damn good; a mix of musky woods and sweet jasmine came to mind.

"Yvonne, I've always had feelings for you, I think you felt them too."

Brian's voice was soft, gentle, almost hypnotic

"I'm here for you Yvonne... anything at all... you don't deserve the pain, he's causing."

I did have feelings for him; for years, I had noticed his affectionate attentiveness; and on more than one occasion I fantasized us crossing that line, but I was happily married and thought he and Crystal were also, so I quashed any carnal desires as fleeting desires.

However, everything's changed today, my marriage is no longer an issue, and I'm feeling those emotions toward Brian again, especially now snuggled in his arms.

I felt comfortable, maybe even desirous, in his embrace and didn't pull away.

Brian brushed my cheek tucking hair behind my ear, he whispered.

"Let me make you feel better; it wouldn't be cheating."

His words made sense, my breath hitched, a voice within called out 'WHY NOT.'

My mind spinning, heart racing, I'm considering his offer searching to find a reason to dismiss his request.

I looked into Brian's warm eyes, I saw intimacy, there was an aura of confidence; I felt a calm demeanor, something I once felt with Mitch long ago.

Brian's comforting smile making me feel at ease.

Part of me wished Mitch would see us hugging, and that would prompt my decision.

Brian must have known I was deliberating; he added.

"Say yes, we'll go for a Tequila Sunrise." He nuzzled my neck, "I want you Yvonne, and you deserve to be loved."

I was surprised he remembered my favorite drink; well, maybe I wasn't, he did always show he cared for me.

I kissed Brian's cheek, stepped back peering into his eyes.

"I do want to Brian, but not here, not today, I have too many things happening in my life right now to deal with another."

I straightened my dress and walked away.

I was on the elevator still deliberating, my body wanted to return, I thought about calling Brian, and having me meet him for that drink, maybe more.

My rational mind said, take care of what needs to be done, Brian has expressed his interest; when your divorce is done, life settled, then contact him and see where it goes.

I got an uber home, I was mulling over today, I couldn't believe it took 2 months for me to recognize Mitch was cheating.

I go directly to his tablet; I opened his cell phone GPS tracking app.

There it was confirmation he was at that hotel nearly every day... ok... Mitch will say he went there for lunches.

I opened his credit card statement, same hotel, none were the restaurant, all were room rates. Some, time stamped at noon hours at least twice a week, and the others were alternating evenings, each coinciding to his working late excuses. This confirms he was with her in that hotel nearly every day for 6 weeks.

I check his emails, his online communication with Stacey began about 8 weeks ago, I open a folder titled Stacy.

Several poses of her in various lingerie outfits, many nudes, dated back nearly 2 months... damn... likely soon after they started working together, they started sharing porn, leading to hooking up.

I became so angry I was vibrating, then I opened 2 videos of them fornicating in a hotel room.

Now I'm furious; he made pornos with her, to watch on our mattress.

I send copies and screenshots of everything to my laptop; I consider sending them to Mitch's HR department; I don't not yet. I can do that anytime.

I start mentally concocting different schemes to expose him.

First, I want to test his honesty, I need to see how far he's willing to go to keep his affair a secret.

I spend the next couple hours preoccupied thinking of ways to get even, how to expose them, what the kids and I will do once we divorce.

I picked up the kids from school, we went for ice cream before going home; they didn't have any homework, so we started playing Monopoly.

When Mitch arrived home, Myron asked him to play, he said he had too much work to do; and hinted he might need to work Saturday to get the project completed; I now knew that was an outright lie.

I declared Mina the monopoly winner and requested Mitch to join us going out for a burger as a family.

Mina and Myron ran to their bedrooms, returned with their piggy banks, they were emptying them onto the table.

I laughed, "No guys you don't need to buy burgers."

It was Mina who said, "We want to hire daddy, you said he makes about $30 an hour, we want however much time $43.72 buys."

Mitch's phone chimed just then; "It's work, I gotta take this" he went into the hallway.

A moment later Mitch called from the hallway.

"I've gotta work; bring me a burger back with a chocolate shake."

Both kids had the worst expression you could imagine, like their puppy got hit by a car. I felt tears welling up, how could he refuse his kids begging for time; the lousy bastard choosing chatting with that slut, over his own kids who have gotten to the point their willing to give up their life savings for an hour with him.

I let the kids choose where we ate, after burgers we played a round of mini golf, then got ice cream; we had a really fun time.

It was over two hours later we returned home with Mitch's cold burger for supper; I handed it to him with a grin.

"We had a great family time, sorry we took so long, you shoulda come along."

"Ya, wish I coulda." He made it sound like he was the one suffering, like he'd just been beaten with a stick, and we should feel sorry for him.

{Damn it Mitch you could have; you made the choice not to.}

That night after the kids were tucked in, I showered and crawled under the covers.

Mitch was propped up, working on his tablet; or watching porn.

I stacked my pillows,

"I got a big job today, while I was downtown, I stopped by to see if we could do lunch together, I just missed you."

Mitch didn't look up. "Ya, Brian and I had to hash out some last-minute details, we did that over lunch."

Another lie, I know he wasn't with Brian.

"Ya, I guess I shoulda called first, I wasn't sure of my timing, and I thought I'd surprise you."

"Oh, that would have been nice, but that would have been awkward, I had already made plans."

"Ya, ya I guess you did," You had plans alright, but it wasn't with Brian.

Knowing everything he's saying is more lies; I felt I needed to get in at least one dig.

"Ya, it would have definitely been awkward with me there while you were eating out."

I'm sure he didn't catch the pun, but it certainly made me smile.

{Oooo, it was tough maintaining my composure.}

"Your deadline on that big project is Monday, right?"

"Ya, that's why I might have to work Saturday."

I opened my laptop and started authoring the letter I planned to send to my lawyer and everyone on his contact list when I expose them.

I looked over at Mitch,

"Here's a thought, if you have to work this weekend, why don't I take the kids on a weekend trip, maybe to your mom's cabin."

"Oh, hey that would be great for you guys. Geeze, wish I could come with."

"Well, your project will be done Monday, we could all go next week instead and celebrate your partnership as a family."

That stopped him, he looked at me, I could almost hear his wheels turning.

"Well, you take the kids there this weekend, and if they want to go again next week, we'll all go."

I nodded, "Ok, I'll call your mom."

I grab my cell and dial.

"Mary, are you busy this weekend?"

"No, what's up?"

"We were talking of possibly taking the kids for a weekend getaway, and I know you and the kids love time together, so if you want to join us, we'll go Friday afternoon and return sometime Sunday."

"Oh, that sounds wonderful. Of course I'm in." Mary sounding excited.

"Great I'll call you tomorrow, Mary, to arrange details; bye."

"Bye,"

I put my phone down. Turn to Mitch.

"There, all arranged, now you can work all weekend while we're off having some fun."

"Nice, thanks, now for sure I'll get what I need to accomplished."

{Well, you think you will; but have I ever got a surprise planned for you!}

I sigh deeply, stretching out my legs, smiling profusely, knowing what he's planning; I return to organizing the files I'm composing for my lawyer and to expose their affair.

I concocted a devious revenge plan for the weekend and made several preplanned arrangements.

The next morning when I was alone, I opened Mitch's tablet and checked his credit card account, as expected he reserved a hotel room for Friday and Saturday. Knowing he wouldn't see a credit purchase report until next month, while on there I ordered an expensive watch to be delivered to Mary; diamond earrings and necklace for me and I booked a Disney cruise for four on his credit card.

I contacted Mary and told her that we were planning to spend the weekend at a hotel and do fun board games and play in the pool, eat in the restaurant, or order room service.

I requested she pick up the kids from school and wait, I'd call her when everything was ready. I told her that I wanted it to be a surprise for them, she liked the idea.

It was around 10 am when I got a text from Brian: Morning {smiley face emoji}

My Reply: Good morning {3 smiley face emojis}

Brian Text: Is it a good morning; are you happy? feeling, ok?

My Reply: Yes, thank-you, I've made a plan to catch Mitch and Stacy and expose them, I constructed an email to oust them to all Mitch's contacts, and enough solid evidence to present to my lawyer for a divorce.

Brian Text: Well good on you, so how about a Tequila Sunrise to celebrate?

My Reply: I'd like that Brian... I have thought about you, and I'd like to explore a possible relationship.

Brian Text: I've got something else I've been craving to give you too.

My Reply: Yes, {Wink face emoji} I know you do, and yes, I thought about that too; maybe we'll do cocktails and see where that leads the next time I see you.

Brian Text: Mmmm, I thought you might say yes.

There was a knock on the door.

My Reply: There's someone at my door; I'll call you back asap.

Brian Text: {smiley face emoji with bulging hearts}

I set my phone down and went to the door, opened it to see Brian, a huge smile, holding a lunch cooler up in front of him.

"Well, this is the next time you see me, Tequila Sunrises for after." He set the cooler down.

I burst out laughing.

The air between us crackled with electric energy when our eyes connected.

We both knew what was about to transpire and knew it would be a moment forever etched on our memories.

I don't know whose arms went around whom faster, but we met with a passionate French kiss.

Words weren't needed, our eyes, facial expressions, and roving hands said all that was needed.

As they came together it took but a millisecond after they touched; it was automatic magic, their instincts took over and passion erupted as they feverishly kissed, hands roving, caressing, fondling.

Yvonne gasped as Brian broke away. He whispered breathlessly,

"I've dreamt of you kissing me like that for over 5 years now."

Brian ran his hands up the smooth curves of her sides, under her blouse, lifting her bra deftly; tenderly, lovingly squeezed her mounds.

Yvonne sighed softly, their mouths melded again, she felt the searing heat his fingers created as he rolled her taut nipples. His lips delicately suckled one as he gingerly pinched the other.

Yvonne gasped; she was undoing his jeans.

"Bed hurry,"

They dropped clothes as they stumbled, hurrying to the queen bed in the master.

Yvonne stretched out, arms wide, she smiled, giving herself to Brian; her facial expression could only be described as lust.

He peered down at her salaciously, scanning her gorgeous naked body splayed across the queen bed before him, a beautiful feast waiting to be devoured.

"Gawd, Yvonne you're even sexier than I imagined."

He fanned her crimson locks out in a halo.

He adjusted her legs, while caressing her inner thighs, he positioned himself kneeling between her yawning legs.

He gazed into her sultry eyes

"I gave you a French kiss already, now I'll give you an Australian."

Yvonne lowered her brow quizzically,

"Australian?" with a grin she queried.

Brian edged her labia with his thumbs, and with a devilish smirk responded

"Similar to a French kiss, only administered 'down under"

His thumbs opened her flaps as he lowered his mouth to her vulva.

Yvonne moaned, rolled her hips, and her fingers held his head.

Her stunning body writhed beneath his tongue wagging, trembling with pleasure as he worshipped her beauty, his fingers explored every inch of her hot flesh.

He lifted his face as he felt her eminent climax, leaving her breathless, begging for more.

Still kneeling, Brian wiggled his cock along Yvonne's sopping slit, tapping her blood engorged clitoris, before sliding slowly into her.

Yvonne's moan was loud and meaningful; the exact sound Brian was fantasizing for years.

He fell forward onto his hands, push-up position, cock fully inserted into her love nest, holding his hips steadfast, he bent his arms, so his pussy soaked face fused with hers. Her arms wrapped around him, and she kissed him feverously, releasing a passion she had pent up for months.

Yvonne was wiggling, writhing her hips, craving to be cock fucked, her legs came around and her heels locked behind his rear, twerking, trying desperately to feel his shaft slide to and fro.

Brian was teasing, desiring to make it last, to keep her craving longer.

He withdrew until only his glans were hiding in her pussy.

He circled his hips, then several short, deliberate, calculated jabs, no more than a couple inches.

Yvonne's breathing became labored, her fingers grazing along Brians spine became fierce, her nails leaving red streaks in their wake as she raked his flesh.

"Gawd Brian give me all of it. Fuck me like your best dream ever."

When Brian buried himself to the hilt he paused, holding waiting.

Tenderly, cautiously, but with enough force to make Yvonne wince, he bit her protruding nipple.

She could feel herself being claimed, possessed by Brian's lustful desire; raw passion oozing out of every pore, becoming visible as glistening sweat appeared.

"Oh, gaaahhhwwd Briaaannn." Yvonne shuddered; she bit lightly on his shoulder.

'THAT' was what Brian had been waited for; her orgasm was happening.

Brian's hips pumped in an unhurried rhythmic cadence, his fingers kneading Yvonne's breasts, as his mouth took turns on her erect nubs.

His hip pace increased, as did his stroking distance, entire 8" ploughing into her with a piston like pounding.

Her quivering legs straightened, her long fingers clenched into his buttocks, helping him drive deeper and harder into her with each thrust.

She was gasping, constantly murmuring, moaning, sighing as her orgasm became a multiple.

Yvonne planted her feet near her bum arched her back and met his ramming with matched enthusiastic force.

She lifted her hips from the bed and widened her knees as her nails raked Brian's back, her eyes rolled back her face contorted and she wailed his name.

Brian's hands lowered, gripped her glutes and pulsed several deep, fierce thrusts until he ejaculated.

Grunting, he held her firm; his cock twitching, releasing his load deep inside her warm love tunnel.

Yvonne's body responded in kind, shivering, convulsing, with each twitch and squirt, her head rocking her fingers tweaking and tugging her sensitive nipples.

Brian collapsed alongside Yvonne; Yvonne went down, eagerly licking and sucking his jism from his shaft. Brian remained hard and Yvonne hastily straddled him and like a gluttonous, hungry, sex starved nympho greedily, exuberantly rode him cowgirl style.

Wild bronc riding for several moments, then slow, unhurried twerking and lingering wiggles; repeating variating actions until she could no longer wait.

Yvonne leaned way back and humped his sausage like a dog in heat, only one thing on her mind, giving herself an enormous, erupting, tempestuous orgasm.

A minute later the storm hit; Yvonne shook, sat upright, eyes closed, fingers kneading Brians shoulders, her legs shaking, her body vibrating, as she rose and fell on his obelisk.

"OHH, FFUUU-UUUCK, YYAAAASSSSS!"

She collapsed, fell forward shuddering, Brian enveloped her shivering body, she was gasping, out of breath, he pumped his hips, keeping her groaning and shaking until he climaxed again.

"Geezus Yvonne, that was better than I fantasized."

"Hollee fuuck Brian." Yvonne still struggling for air,

"That was phenomenal, remarkably better than anything I could have imagined."

She showered his face and chest with kisses, tugged him close and passionately kissed him ebulliently.

Yvonne giggled.

"Aussie Brian."

She flopped onto her back.

"Wow, if I knew we'd be this good together, I woulda let you take me when I first noticed you flirting 5 years ago."

Brian rolled to me. "I wasn't your first." He kissed my lips intimately, put his hand behind my neck.

"But I intend to be your last." He pulled me to him and our tongues swirled.

I murmured "Mmm Hmmm," without parting lips, my fingers combed into his hair and held us together.

After we showered together, Brian opened the cooler, we sat on the sofa sipping the Tequila Sunrise cocktails he brought.

We struggled to leave, if I didn't have so many things to do, we would have gone back to bed.

We left after assuring each other we wanted to continue.

I grabbed something to eat at a drive thru; went to my bank, emptied our joint account, and removed any access by him on my accounts.

I stopped at my lawyer's office giving them everything I had requesting them to begin divorce proceedings.

I realized I hadn't stopped smiling all day.

I drove to the hotel shortly after 4:00, anticipating them to arrive right after work to start their weekend shenanigans.

I went into the restaurant, took a seat where I could see the front entrance, ordered a white wine and a salad.

Sure enough, barely past 4:30 they entered arm in arm, laughing; they stopped at the front desk, her head rested on his chest as he got the room key card. They even openly kissed waiting for the elevator.

I dialed Mary. "We're ready."

"On my way, should be there in 10 minutes."

"Ok, I'll meet you in the lobby."

I waited until the young girl clerk that checked in Mitch was busy with a customer,

I went to the front desk lay my I. D. on the counter.

"I'm here to surprise my husband... he said he was going to check in early and would take a nap, could I please get a room card?"

The young gentleman checked my I. D. handed me a card, "214 Mrs. Graham."

"Thank-you." I take the card, smiling.

I can see the distress on the regular check-in girls face as she makes eye contact,

With the most menacing look I can muster.

"I know what's been going on."

I lean forward,

"If you alert him, I'll have you fired." I could see her squirm.

Perfect, everything's going just as planned; I lean against the desk, facing the doors, keeping an evil eye on the clerk.

Mary and the kids arrive, I give everyone a hug,

"214, you go up and get settled." I pass Mary the room key card,

"I'm going to make dinner reservations for us, and I'll be up right away."

I watch them get on the elevator; I turn to the clerk, shaking my head.

"Do you think he'll be surprised to see his mom and kids."

***** STOP *****

{Before you jump onto on your soapbox... it was with great deliberation I decided to let the kids see who their dad chose to spend his time with over his family. Their willingness to pay for his time was the clincher.

I decided they needed the truth.

Kids are resilient, and I felt it better they see the truth firsthand than to find out later that adults lied to cover up his cheating affair.}

I wait at the front desk long enough that the clerk can no longer warn Mitch, I didn't make dinner reservations, I doubted we'd be eating there.

I headed up to room 214.

The kids are in the wide-open doorway.

Mary and Mitch are screaming at each other.

I have my phone camera recording, Stacy is hiding under the covers, Mitch is pulling on his pants, Mary is slugging him.

I pull the kids out of the room, and we leave.

I took them for pizza, while eating I explained daddy still loves them, but not me; that's why daddy was with another woman, and he'll be moving out of our house.

"Mom, he might still love us, but we know he wants to be with her more than us."

Myron... the wisdom of a 10-year-old.

Once we're home and the kids are settled in the queen bed with me. I get out Mitch's tablet and send the letter I authored, along with many chats, the entire folder of porn pics and the porno videos of the 2 of them; to every email contact, work colleagues, clients, family; every contact on his list.

Monday, Mitch and Stacy both got fired.

Brian called from work to see if I needed anything.

I invited him over for supper, he stayed and played UNO with me and the kids until bedtime.

I bit the pillow to stifle my moans.

We've been seeing each other a couple times a week.

The kids now prefer Brian's company to going to visit their dad.

Nowhere near as much as I do.

MIL Mary has also taken to Aussie Brian, and no one questioned us, I guess they figure he's from Australia.

We have a happy family once again.

Aussie Brian's making phenomenal new memories on those 49 square feet of real estate, that was dormant for so long.

When the time neared for the Disney Cruise, we were able to buy another ticket.

Brian and I'll share a cabin, Mary's going to bunk with her grandkids.