The Sofitel Showdown Pt. 01

It was such an ordinary thing.

Jill was texting, with intent on her phone, and then her work phone rang, the insistent sounds coming from the kitchen where she had left her bag. She leapt from the lounge and skipped to the work phone, which she answered after checking the caller id. It was her boss David, who was apologising for the evening interruption, and then the two went in to the weeds of a work conversation.

I very nearly missed it, and had I, our small world would have continued in its happy place, at least for a time.

That happy place was a 15-year marriage, and with another 5 or so together prior to the formalities. One kid, Jamie, 12, who was doing well at school and life, so far. Our sex life probably followed the patterns of people our age, slowly falling to once or twice a week, with occasional bursts upwards for date nights, or weekends away.

Jill is still fantastically attractive. 5'3', d cups and a firm high arse, shoulder length blonde. She does a couple of days gym a week and lots of yoga and Pilates, as well as swimming. I also, am in pretty good shape. 6', around 80 kgs and a good but not overly muscular physique. I do some self-defence work weekly to keep my reaction times good, so I can look after the family.

It happens I was walking past Jills personal mobile phone which she put down to answer her work call. It sat, screen up on the lounge. I glanced at the screen as I walked past, and noticed a hotel name on the screen, together with other text I couldn't quite read. I glanced at Jill who was deeply ensconced in her phone call with her back to me. I quickly took a picture of the open text with my phone, and moved on to grab a drink.

Later when I had time, I studied the picture on my phone. The Hotel I recognised as the Sofitel and the date was for the day after tomorrow. I wondered if I had forgotten an event I was supposed to attend with Jill. I also wondered who Andrew was.

I searched my diary in case I had created an event Jill had told me about and forgotten. No.

Later in bed, I tossed and turned as I spun endless possibilities in my head. Nothing seemed to fit. I don't have a friend named Andrew, and I don't remember being introduced to one at Jills work, or her even mentioning one.

Jill had not mentioned the day after tomorrow, Thursday, as it happened, in any context.

It was not a great night's sleep. No sex was on offer, that's for sure.

When morning finally arrived and I had the requisite caffeine in my system I went back over what I had learned. I wondered mostly if Jill would tell me what she was up to on Thursday night. Nothing was said before we both went to work.

The work day was about as good as my night's sleep. I spent the day wondering WTF was going on.

That evening, over dinner, Jill said a lot, about a lot, and at the very end of her monologue dropped in, 'oh, by the way, I have a thing tomorrow night at the Sofitel, and it's a boring work function, and you would be bored out of your brain, and I will probably go out with the girls afterwards, so don't wait up.'

Clearly something was going on. I needed information.

Later that night when Jill was deeply asleep, I grabbed her phone off charge, hoping like hell she hadn't changed her passcode. I fed in the code I remembered as hers. Yes, it worked.

A search through her texts soon found Andrew, and a long record of texts between the two. The one I had seen, was followed with a few more tidying up details for Thursday evening.

As I delved back to the beginning of the exchanges, it became apparent this flirtation, as it started out, dated back nearly six months. Andrew was a new work colleague working just above Jill in the pecking order. He was leaning on her for help to quickly come up to speed with the heavy work load, and all of the human relationships which went with it. As I thought about it, I remembered her talking about the new guy, but nothing of note stuck in my memory.

Texts started legitimately with work and slowly became lunch, and then drinks. Texts began to flatter Jill, at first gently, and then, more overtly. All the while Jill was being sucked in to this relationship. At first, she resisted any flattery with humour and later began to 'soak it up' saying he was 'just trying to get in to her knickers' with smiley face. He responded with "I hadn't thought of that, but what a good idea".

Things moved faster after that exchange, with text references to stolen kisses, and some fondling following drinks, in the car.

And so, in text world, we arrived at the date for the Sofitel on Thursday night. There were some pathetic attempts by him to hide what the date was about with references to bring your note book (smiley face) and her writing, oh and don't forget your electronic equipment (smiley face).

I took pictures of the texts on my phone and put her phone back on charge, being careful to shut down the text app.

This then is the moment of full enlightenment. There was no hope to hide behind. Jill was a cheating, disloyal, deceitful, lying person. And what about me? What did this make me? It made me redundant to start with. Except what about Jamie? The, I guess normal concerns floated through my head. Is he, my son? I sincerely believe he is. We share too many characteristics for him to be the progeny of another. Aside from the fatherhood question, I felt empty. No anger surfaced, just this hollowness, as though the information from the texts had started in my oesophagus, and bored its way down my torso and was now screwing in my guts. Extreme vacancy. As though the last 20 years had exited my being, and there was no way to bring it back or to replace it.

Another sleepless night, with full realisation of what was unfolding. It seems they hadn't exchanged bodily fluids yet, but were about to. Could I live with myself if I simply stopped the rendezvous? More to the point, could I live with her? Absolutely not! Realising what was about to unfold I felt physically sick.

I had a live option of confronting her, but decided she would go in to 'super sorry' mode and try and convince me it was all a mistake and promise never ending love and loyalty. I was devastated to come to the realisation our marriage was dead. It simply came down to how we buried it.

Next morning I felt dreadful, and looked it. Jill was concerned, and I thought I would have some sport with her, telling her 'I am really crook. I won't make it to work today. Could you possibly take the day off and look after me?" now she looked sick! "Oh Jack, I so wish I could but I have these super important meetings today, and this function tonight. I am so sorry'. Let's get you set up with what you will need for the day by your bed, and hopefully you can sleep it off."

With that, the evil witch set about hustling in all of the medicines and drink and foods she could put together, before racing out the door saying, 'I am really sorry I can't stay and nurse you Jack, feel better. I will call you later to check in on you.'

I woke Jamie and organised his lunch and other bits and pieces for his day. I tried to have a normal conversation with him, and as I did, nearly cried as I realised it may be the last normal family thing we ever did.

I asked if he could organise a sleep over with his mate Charlie as I was crook and mum was going to be out late. He said he could, and went off to pack a bag. Soon he left for school.

What to do with my day? I considered researching Andrew. I did some basic Facebook searching and quickly worked out he was married with two kids. I also found his mobile number and put it in my contacts. It was a little more difficult but eventually I found his wife Cathys mobile number which I also saved to my contacts.

I sat around drinking coffee and contemplating life. I began putting together a strategy to intercept their planned fun evening. A confrontation was definitely in the future. Referring back to the pictures of texts on my phone I confirmed the Sofitel at 6 pm.

I wanted to confront them in their room, but how, given they wouldn't have a room number until check in? Somehow, I would need to be in the lift with them as they went to the room.

I spun endless ideas and combinations in my head, but came up blank. A disguise? No, no matter how good, Jill was bound to recognise me at such close proximity. I needed a helper unknown to Jill.

My friend Jordan came to mind. We went to the gym together. I gave him a call, and gave him the grim details. I asked if he would lurk near the lifts and go with them in the lift and at a very discreet distance to within visual of their room number, and report to me. Given he was still working through the after effects of a cheating wife and divorce, he was happy to help.

So, it was at 5 pm he and I were sat in the lobby bar enjoying a glass of wine, and going over the finer details.

Around 5.50 Jill arrived on her own in the lobby, looking around anxiously. She looked nervously at her phone and ultimately smiled and texted something.

Shortly afterwards a tall guy strolled up to her, giving her a passionate kiss and cuddle. He walked to reception and checked in. Meanwhile I was giving Jordan his final marching orders. I watched as he meandered near the lifts, looking at his phone with intent.

As Jill and Andrew approached the lifts he looked up, with a little too much bravado, and followed them in to their lift. Four minutes later, he arrived back in the lobby, saying its level 14, room 1419.

Well now, it was game time for me. I thanked Jordan and told him I owed him big. He asked how it was going to go down, and I said I wasn't sure, although I had a plan of sorts.

How long to wait? Would they get straight in to it? Would they go out for dinner? My guess was they were going to get in to it, as the blood would be rushing in their veins, driven by the excitement of their first adultery, and Jill had to go home at some point tonight.

I took off for the lift and level 14. Arriving outside their door, I took 3 long breathes and knocked, saying with a really awful French accent "room service". The room remained quiet. I knocked again, this time louder and repeated "room service". This time I heard some scuttling about, and "just a sec" from a male voice.

A minute later the door swung back with Andrew beginning to say, "thanks but we didn't order any................" I rushed past him before he had finished the sentence, walking straight in, and to the bed.

Jill was sitting in bed with a sheet pulled up as she recognised me. Andrew was closing on me and yelling "what the fuck is going on here". He looked like he was about to hit me, as I said "Jill, tell the man what the fuck is going on here please".

Jill had turned a colour I had never seen on anyone before. It was, one moment bright red and then drained almost entirely of colour. Ghostly almost. Then back to red and so on. All of this in 30 seconds.

Ultimately, she opened her mouth with nothing emerging. Andrew by this stage knew only that I knew Jill and that I had invaded their hotel room and their planned night of adulterous sex. He was not happy. He said "mate, I don't know who you are or what you want, but it can wait, now fuck off".

I looked at Jill who was still slowly opening and closing her mouth without noise. I said, "Jill you should tell Andrew who I am, before I have to tear his head off" Jill coughed, clearing her throat. She mumbled, "this is Jack, my husband."

It was Andrews turn to be speechless. He looked warily at me. I matched his height and weight. He was clearly running through strategies. I said "Andrew, I can see you working through plans, and I am here only to talk. If you want to fight, I am happy to go at it, but maybe we should go somewhere a little quieter, where we won't both finish up in jail. However, as I said, I am here to talk. I suggest you sit on the bed and we have a civilised discussion."

Clearly continuing to contemplate his immediate future, he looked sick, but moved slowly towards the bed, never turning his back on me. I noticed his hard-on tenting the bathrobe, and his efforts to keep it closed. He sat, as instructed.

I pulled up a nearby chair and sat down, putting my feet on the bed, saying "good, now we are all comfortable."

We eyed each other. Jills sick look moderating to what? Trepidation, guilt, fear? Andrew trying to figure out what I was doing and thinking about getting dressed and leaving, I suspected. The staring continued. I was not going to speak yet. A good two minutes passed, the only noise the gentle hum all large hotels emit.

Finally, Jill straightened herself in the bed, preparing to say something. I thought, this will be good, I wonder what she is going to come up with?

She started, "Jack, I know this looks bad. The truth is, we got a little drunk at the function this afternoon and we decided to take a room for a few hours, just to recover, so we wouldn't have to go home drunk." I stared at her. Andrew followed up with "yes, it seemed the sensible thing to do, sorry, it must look bad."

I stared at him and then back to Jill. They looked anywhere, everywhere except at me. I stared on.

I had been practicing my calm demeanour, since uncovering the affair. I was desperate to hold the high, unemotional ground, as I knew it would freak them out. They would be expecting emotion and yelling and agitation.

I said, "Jill would you mind lowering the sheet please?" she returned to her red to white face routine.

She said "Jack, look why don't you go and have a drink, and I will tidy up here and we can go home?"

I stared at her. She said, with growing bravado, "Jack, you are embarrassing me here. Andrew is my direct boss, and this does not look good."

I stared at her.

I asked again, please lower the sheet.

Staring now in to my eyes, she very slowly began to lower the sheet. As it came down, I was hardly shocked to see no clothes. The tops of her beautifully ripe tits came in to view, and she stopped. I repeated, please lower the sheet. She began to cry and dropped the sheet in to her lap.

I stared at Jill. Andrew had met me at the door in a hotel bath robe he was sitting quietly with what looked like the beginnings of a smile.

"Something funny?" I asked calmly. He looked me in the eye and said, "I guess it's fairly obvious what was going on here. I am not sure what your caper is though. Is this some weird fetish you two have where you come and watch your wife get fucked? Anyway, I am not in to it, and I am out of here" he jumped out of bed gathering his clothes.

I said, "Andrew, you seem to have the wrong idea here. I strongly suggest you sit back down" as I showed him my phone as I unlocked it. The screen showed a contact, Cathy, with a mobile phone number. 'Do you recognise this phone number?' as recognition took over, he slumped back on the bed. I said "good move Andrew, we don't want to be calling your wife, do we? Well, not yet anyway. Do you mind if I grab a couple of pictures of you two," doing so, as I asked the question.

Jill had gathered the sheets quickly, but not before the pics were taken of her, bear boobed and her mouth forming an Ohhhhh.

I stared at Jill. "Shall we try again, wife!"

What next, I wondered? My guess wouldn't have been what followed.

Full combat mode! "Ok Jack, we were going to have sex. So what. You have been so distracted, so unreachable, such a prick, I was, and am, fed up with you. There it is. You will be pleased to know, you ruined the night, just as you have been ruining my life with your moods and tantrums. We didn't get to fuck, but maybe you should piss off and we can get back to it!"

I admit, I was taken aback. I stared at Jill, and then Andrew.

I said, "I don't believe you Jill. I think you were going at it when I knocked on the door, which is why it took so long to answer, not that it probably matters too much in the overall scheme of things."

"it's academic, but I want to know if you have had adulterous sex, or were just planning to, therefore, throw back the sheets and open your legs".

Jill went back to her previous state of colour change before blurting out "what? You must be insane; I will do no such thing!"

I stared at Jill. I said, "Jill I have the 6 months of texts between you two. I now have several good pictures of you in bed with Andrew with your tits out." Silence descended.

"What I will do with these pieces of information will cause untold damage to you if you don't cooperate and do as I ask. The pictures and texts will go to your parents, my parents, our son, your employer, your friends and anyone else I can think of."

"'You wouldn't, our son!!!!"

I stared at Jill.

Slowly she dropped the sheet and pushed it down her legs, and then stopped. I hadn't mentioned Jill is a natural blonde and sports a well-maintained bush, until now. I was mildly shocked to see her pussy entirely shaved.

"There, she said, happy?" "Not even close, I replied. Now slide down the bed and open your legs."

"This has gone far enough Jack, I will not be humiliated like this!" 'Okay I said, good luck with your future" swinging my legs off of the bed and making ready to leave.

Jill slid her body down the bed. She slowly opened her legs. Her pussy showed signs of serious assault. I said "Jill, pull your cunt lips apart".

By the way she, she has a beautiful 'innie'. I had never seen it without hair before. Once again, she went in to a rant, and I reminded her of consequences. She moved her hands down to her cunt finding her small inner labia and pulling them away from her central cunt hole. I stood up and moved closer, and before she could stop me took pictures being sure her face was included.

To be honest I couldn't tell much by looking in to her cunt. She didn't know this however. I said, "now shall we try this again? There is clear evidence of your cunt having been very recently fucked."

She slammed her legs closed, and scuttled back up the bed and threw the covers back on.

We stared at each other.

Jill asked, "what happens now?"

I said, "I am not entirely sure. I thought we should continue our civilised conversation and see if we can work things out." Jill said, "this, what you are doing is cruel. We may have done the wrong thing but what you are doing to us is inhuman." We don't deserve to be treated this way.'

We stared on. Eventually I asked, "how do you deserve to be treated?" She responded "with respect, I am your wife."

I turned to Andrew and glared at him. "Andrew, what do you think, am I being disrespectful?" He looked dumbfounded. He did not respond.

I turned back to Jill and asked, "what part of your behaviour in this affair exhibits respect for your husband?

Was it the part where you began your flirtation, or the part where he was kissing you after drinks while playing with your tits? Or was it the part where you lied to me continually for months? or was it the part where you were in his car with his fingers up your cunt? Or was it tonight, here in the hotel with his cock up your cheating cunt? Tell me dear wife, which of those events shows the slightest respect!"

Now, even I was feeling uncomfortable with proceedings. I needed to find a way to wind this up.

Having no agenda to speak of, I thought I would continue, what she called the torture.

"Jill, why exactly do we find ourselves in this hotel room? Please explain how it is I have let you down so egregiously as for you to do this?"

She stared at me with a look I couldn't discern. I wasn't going to move on without some sort of response.

She started in with a litany of excuses from boredom, to entitlement and on.

Jill, I'm not sure where that list comes from but we both know its bullshit. Up until recently you were happy in life, what happened?

I turned to Andrew, and said 'well my friend, what can you bring to this conversation?'

He looked cocky, and said "a big cock!"

"Really,' I said?"

I turned back to Jill, and staring at her, I asked, "is this true Jill? Is this what brought us here, a big cock?"

She turned all kinds of red.

"Well then" I said, this adds a whole new dimension to our discussions.

"Let's talk in more detail about how this thing came to be. Who wants to begin?"

Jill looked at Andrew, with what, a scared questioning look? He looked at her with a cocky look emerging on his face.

After a long moment of looks between the three of us, Andrew blustered, "I don't have much to lose. When I started work with Jill, I picked her immediately as a hot thing. I began work on her, and it didn't take long before I had her feeling my cock over my trousers."

"It began with just the occasional hungry look as I eyed her from teeth to tits to arse, and she returned the look, albeit with a little manufactured distance. From there, it was coffee, compliments and then drinks after work. I knew I had her as I layered on the compliments about how wonderfully professional, she always looked and behaved, and how she would respond with modest thankyous and then none too subtle hints there was something of a bad girl, just wanting to show herself."

"You really know the rest, as you have seen the texts, but once we were at the drinks stage, it wasn't much of a stretch to convince Jill to let me drop her near her home, which of course led to some parking on the way overlooking beautiful sunsets. In turn, this led to some gentle kissing leading to passionate kissing, and yes on the first drive home my hands inside her top with her bra undone and me mauling her tits."

"The very next night, after the same routine, I had Jill feeling my cock, but only over my trousers. I nearly blew right there and then thinking about how I was going to fuck her. I had her tits out of her top and bra, and her panties pulled aside and any number of fingers in her. Still, she wouldn't let me get my cock out. I asked her, can you feel how big my cock is. Do you understand how unbelievably orgasmic this thing is going to make you? she groaned in response. I went home uncomfortably stiff, and she just patted my cock as we parted."

"The next day I started in on her hard, and well you saw the texts and here we are."

I turned to look at Jill, who once more was running various shades of red across her face.

"Jill what can you tell me about the car encounters? and let me remind you of consequences for less than truthful answers"

Jill looked distraught. I said to her "it's all out now, I just need to understand how you capitulated so seemingly easily."

"I didn't capitulate easily. You saw the texts. I fought it all the way, until the car. When he put my hand on his cock, I was in trouble. Up until then I was enjoying the attention, and the tension which had built between us, but I had no intention of going further, but that cock. He was desperate to take it out. I knew if he did, I was lost, so I resisted, and resisted."

Then on the third night, he had undone his fly, and obviously taken his jocks off before we started kissing and as he put my hand on his cock, he quickly put it inside his fly. I was gone! I had never felt anything like it, and it was only partly hard. I started working on it, to see how big it could be. I took it out and rubbed it hard. It grew and grew. When I looked down at it, I was mesmerised to see it was maybe 9 or 10 inches, and oh my, the girth. He was so hard! He begged me to get him off with my mouth. I resisted, still thinking stupidly about how I hadn't crossed over in to adultery."

"The texts you have read fill in the blanks of how we arrived here, today."

"Well', I said, "it seems all that remains is to check out this monster you have chosen to use to mess with my marriage and life."

"Andrew, please do the honours. Let's have it out, so I can see what Jill gave up her life for!"

Andrew responded, "no fuck off mate, you are not getting off looking at my cock." "Ok," I responded, but once again I need to remind you, I have your wife's contact details right here, and now I don't see much reason not to contact her with this whole sordid story."

"oh fuck, you can't be serious," Andrew muttered. He stared at Jill, and back at me as I gave him what I hoped was an inscrutable expression.

He slowly pulled back the bath robe, revealing his cock, which indeed was a serious chunk of male anatomy.

The other fact unveiled in this moment, no condom. Here was another bag of salt to rub in to my metaphorical wounds. I thought, file it away for later, if necessary.

It was probably 5" slack. "Yes, I said, not bad I guess, but we are going to need to see it, in all its glory"

"Absolutely fucking not," Andrew yelled!

I said "you have two choices, well three, I guess. Jack yourself off to hardness, have Jill help you, or I will send the info to your wife now."

He reluctantly started to tug at his cock, while looking highly embarrassed looking around the room. I said, "mate it could take a long time like that, we don't have all night. Why don't you take a look at Jill, and in particular, her tits and cunt."

He looked at me unbelievingly. I just stared, as did Jill at me. Slowly he turned to look at Jill who had the bed coverings pulled up over her body. I glared at her and she lowered them below her tits. Andrew began to more enthusiastically tug his cock.

Unsurprisingly, it grew. It was taking too long however, and although you may be thinking I was enjoying the humiliation I was generating for Jill and Andrew, what I really wanted was an exit.

I said to Jill, "pull the covers down and spread your legs." Reluctantly she did as instructed, and Andrew notched up his jerking, and his cock expanded.

Andrew was now looking squarely at Jills shaved pussy. He had lost all interest in me and was lost in her pussy. His cock was now growing to impressive proportions, about which I was none too pleased, but what had I expected?

As much as I wanted to deny it, I was getting hard and feeling the excitement of the moment. I said to Jill, "you had better give your clit a rub, so you don't miss out."

"No. No way am I doing that in front of you and with Andrew looking." "Really,' I said. Have I missed something? Wasn't he chock a block up your cunt when I knocked on the door. Why would you be squeamish now?" let's get this over with.

So that's how it played out. She stuck her index finger in her mouth, and then lowered it to her clit. I had never had the pleasure of watching her masturbate before, and I was going to enjoy it. She began slowly circling the small mound and you could tell she was 'acting'.

I said, "stop trying to trick us here. With feeling please!" with that she did pick up the pace, and dipped a finger in to her pussy.

Andrew now, with his cock at what I imagine was full glory, was giving it a real work over. He looked at me and then at Jill and her pussy. There was an un asked question. Can I play with Jill? I shook my head in the negative, and said, "mate you are leaving here with blue balls, unless you want them cut off."

I turned back to Jill and said, "come on get yourself off. Pull back on your clit hood, show us the little trouble maker. She slowly pulled up on the clit hood to reveal the pink pearl. "Now, I said spread your pussy, and finger yourself. She glared at me, incredulous! I just stared back. How was I going to know if she really got off anyway?"

Suddenly the walls were closing in on me. "Andrew, get the fuck out of here now, I yelled. I make no guarantees about what I will reveal to your people. Just be glad I am thinking about it, and not doing it immediately."

He looked at me for a long moment, and began to gather his clothes, stuffing his hard on in to his jocks and trousers, with difficulty. About 30 seconds later he was scrambling out the door pulling shoes and jacket on at once, and tumbling over out the door.

Jill had stopped playing. We stared at each other. "Been nice knowing you," I said, as I also readied myself for exit.

I pulled up her contact on my phone and made a show of blocking her. I said "we are done. Don't call or text me on any of my numbers, and don't email me. I will see a solicitor as soon as possible, and so should you. We can communicate through them. I won't stop you talking to Jamie, but do it away from my house. See ya!"