Faltered Fidelity

What my wife didn't know, was a couple days ago, I received a message from Troy, a mutual friend, one of Lisa's coworkers.

A video of her being intimate with another colleague at work.

A recording of a much younger man entering her office, Lisa rose from her swivel chair to greet him.

They embraced, he pressed his right leg between her thighs, her arms intertwined behind his neck as he pinned her against her desk.

Brash, bold, and seemingly unconcerned about who might be watching, their lips met in an intimate kiss, as natural as a married couple.

His left hand went down and squeezed her butt cheek; Lisa slightly parted and elevated her right leg to tip toes and rolled her hips seductively against his thigh.

After watching the clip, I texted with Troy, to his knowledge this behavior had been going on for at least a couple weeks.

His name was George, he started working there a couple months ago, hired right out of college.

Troy also confirmed they we're both taking the same afternoons off a couple times a week.

We'd been married almost 3 years; I had no idea Lisa wasn't happy in our relationship. I had my suspicions that she might be cheating, her behavior had subtly changed, not overly noticeable but now looking back over the past couple months.

She became withdrawn, secretive texting, yet trying so desperately to be nice to me.

Extra attentive, except in the bedroom, where she seemed evasive, excuses, tired, headache, tough day, etc.

I was about to enter the kitchen, where she was preparing supper, I overheard her on the phone make the comment.

"I don't know how, but I need to convince him to get away for a few days, I want to be with you, to wake up beside you, opening my eyes to your smiling face not his."

I immediately spun around and went to the sofa, weighing that statement.

It was obvious she had made her choice; she wanted to be with George rather than me.

She was attempting to have her cake and eat it too, wanting to be with another man, while living under my roof and living off my income.

Of course, I was hurt but it wasn't difficult for me to be accepting to dissolve our marriage, it was clear she hadn't changed.

Lisa had always been promiscuous, flirtatious, and extremely playful whenever socializing.

In fact, months after we were dating, I found out she was in a long-term relationship.

She was cheating on him with me for months before calling it off with him.

In retrospect, that should have been a red flag, but at the time it only bolstered my ego that such a sexy woman chose me.

I wasn't about to try and make her love me again; if she wanted to be with someone else, she could go, but she's damn well gonna go the way she came into the marriage, with nothing.

I also wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of a fight.

We ate supper, during which neither of us spoke.

I left the table and went to watch TV, actually I wanted to concoct a plan.

A few minutes later I re-entered the kitchen to get a beer; Lisa was doing some cleaning up.

I grabbed a cold one from the fridge.

"I'm going to watch the game."

She mumbled something but it didn't matter, I twisted the top off the beer bottle and dropped it in the trash can.

I returned to the living room, it was only a few moments later when she passed between me and the TV, covering her phone between her palms.

"Enjoy the game, I'm going to bed."

She put the phone to her ear and continued on, whispering; as she entered the hallway I heard her giggle.

The giggle I recall whenever she was flirting with me, that giggle I hadn't heard for a couple months.

I turned off the TV, I wasn't at all interested in the game, I simply wanted some alone time to formulate a plan, something to expose her and her lover, to give them the just reward cheaters deserve.

I picked up my phone and stealthily snuck down the hallway to listen, hoping I might record a discriminating conversation; I covertly opened the bedroom door slightly.

Lisa was nude, her feet near her tush, knees splayed wide.

Holding the phone with her left hand at arms length above her, her right hand was making squishy sounds as she plunged two fingers in her pussy.

After several strokes, she brought the phone down for a close-up, teasingly diddled her clit before plunging deep again.

It was obvious she was having phone sex, most likely with George.

I took a short video, silently closed the bedroom door, and returned to the sofa.

I considered the conversation I overheard earlier; her talking about wanting to somehow get away for a couple days.

I pondered the situation that evening.

The next day, I conceived a brilliant idea.

Over the next couple days our conversations diminished, we hardly touched or talked, it seemed like we were roommates, no longer a married couple.

***

The following night we were sitting at the supper table, I looked across at Lisa who seemed lost in another world, staring off into space, I spoke.

"I think we should book an exotic holiday, you know a couple weeks where we can just relax, get away from the stress of work and the day-to-day grind."

She stopped eating, looked at me.

"I don't know if I can get time off work, can we afford a holiday?"

"We can afford it, and I think we both need it, we seem to have drifted apart."

"Where do you want to go? What kind of holiday are you thinking?"

"I don't know, an exotic island, Bermuda, Jamaica, Hawaii, wherever, just some place where I can destress, go fishing or golfing all day.

You can do your thing, spas, laze around the pool sunbathing, shopping, sight seeing, whatever you want."

Lisa excitedly perked right up, set her utensils down, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at me with new life.

"I'd like that, that sounds wonderful."

I played along with the get away concept.

"Who knows maybe in the evenings we could get together, have a couple too many cocktails, while watching the sunset, maybe go dancing or take a stroll on the beach under the moonlight."

I intentionally made it known she'd have plenty of time to do as she pleased, leaving days open for her; knowing that she'd most likely arrange to have George join her there.

"I'll leave everything up to you to book; just make sure there's a good 18-hole golf course and access to deep-sea fishing, and other than that, whatever activities you desire."

She immediately left the table, went to the living room, opened her laptop, and spent the majority of the evening searching resorts, occasionally asking me a question about this or that.

"Lisa, I intend to be enjoying my entire days either golfing or deep-sea fishing, if you arrange a place that has both of those for me, then nothing else matters, you can do whatever you desire."

I'd only been in bed about 10 minutes, when Lisa came out of the bathroom in her birthday suit, something I hadn't seen for a couple months.

She pulled the covers off, knelt beside the bed and went down on me.

My first thought was to turn her down, feign a headache, to dismiss her as she'd been spurning me lately, but her eagerness mixed with the aroma of her highly aroused state, really turned me on.

She's always been so damn sexy and a proficient, talented lover, it was futile for me to resist as she initiated oral sex.

Her fellatio expertise quickly had me hard, a couple minutes of enthusiastic sucking, then she straddled me and was soon frantically bouncing on my rigid rod, she brought my hands to her boobs.

We hadn't copulated for over a month, I knew she was getting off a couple times a week with George, I only had Mrs. Thumb and her four daughters.

I thoroughly enjoyed the way she performed a cowgirl ride and ejaculated much sooner than expected, I was stunned as we orgasmed together, just like old times.

My thoughts immediately turned to George fucking her, and I wasn't about to be out done by a kid fresh out of college, I flipped her over and tenaciously, feverishly, gave Lisa my best effort of a rigorous doggy fucking. One hand fingering, whilst my thumb invaded her back door, she had a tumultuous, convulsing climax, leaving us both sweaty and gasping.

***

I got a mid morning text at work: booked our holiday... cashed in on a cancelation... got a great deal.

Our flight leaves tomorrow.

Taking the day off to shop and pack.

When I got home that evening, Lisa greeted me at the door, she twirled in a see-through lacy negligee.

"Do you approve, I bought this today."

She seemed overly excited and eager to see me; I got a tight embrace and an intimate kiss, something that hadn't happened in several weeks.

If I didn't know better, I'd think she was happy to see me.

When my hands were restricted from sneaking under the flimsy fabric, I quickly realized the real reason for her excitement.

It was the anticipation of a few days with her boy toy; confident the intimate apparel was bought thinking of George not me.

I was further convinced when she guided me to the Chinese takeout on the coffee table with a bottle of white wine and two glasses.

A few months ago, we'd already be making out on the floor or she'd have her legs wrapped around me asking to be taken to bed.

While we ate with chopsticks, she gushed about everything she booked, she told me she had started packing and continued on excitedly about our holiday.

When we went to the bedroom, she showed no interest in intimacy, there were two open suitcases on the bed, both already had clothing in them.

I pulled out my favorite golf shirt, a pair of casual pants, denim cut offs and a pair of briefs from the suitcase, stuffed them into a carry-on sized piece of luggage with my golf shoes.

"I'm not going to pack anything else, I'm gonna buy anything I need from the hotel. I suggest you do the same.

Pack ultra light so we don't have to worry about loosing luggage or waiting for it at the airport."

***

The next morning, we went to the airport early, checked in, got our boarding passes, and had a relaxing breakfast.

We were sitting at our departure gate, I was texting with Troy, Lisa's coworker.

I had confided in him, sharing my scheme and I was letting him know it was unfolding exactly as premeditated, and to confirm if George was at work or not.

I was texting when I spotted George entering the gift shop, and almost simultaneously, Lisa rose from her seat beside me and slightly above a whisper.

"I'm going to get a magazine for the flight; do you want anything?"

"No, I'll likely sleep."

My eyes watched Lisa's tight tush wiggle seductively as she crossed the floor to the gift shop.

Knowing full well this might be the last time I watched her sexy body sway.

They met up behind a rack of hoodies.

They didn't kiss, but it was obvious their arms went around each other's waist.

They exchanged whispers, then went separate ways.

Lisa returned with a bag of hard candy and a woman's magazine and that excitedly happy expression that I used to bring about.

An expression I'd come to know and love as the one she couldn't hide, whenever extremely jubilant or about to explode with a secret to tell.

In this instance, I know it's both and couldn't help but grin at her exuberance.

"Lisa, I'm sorry, I just got a text from work, they need me to come in, some emergency that they figure only I can solve."

I gave her my best dejected expression, took her hand and with the saddest voice I could muster.

"I'm so sorry, I'm sure I can deal with it by days end, tomorrow at the latest. I want you to go ahead and have a day or two in paradise without me, and I'll catch up with you as soon as flights permit."

She sounded genuinely concerned.

"Are you sure, I mean you're the one that requested this holiday and likely need it more than me."

"I am sure, I'm not going to miss out on the entire vacation, only a day or two, I have every intention to enjoy several days of golf and fishing."

"Well, if you're sure, it won't be the same without you, but I'll try and have some fun."

She gave me a tender kiss on the lips, feigning a pout, I picked up my carry-on pack and left.

I stopped just outside the waiting area, turned back, and watched George and Lisa embrace and kiss as if they'd been apart for weeks.

I got into a cab outside the airport doors and went directly to my bank.

I told the manager I lost my wallet, requesting them to cancel my credit card and stop any attempted bank transactions immediately.

I went home, where I packed absolutely everything of Lisa's into boxes and bags.

I ignored several texts from Lisa that evening and let her phone calls go to my message inbox, her voice sounded desperate as she rambled on about none of her bank cards working.

I waited until it was late evening on the island and called her back.

I wasn't surprised to hear her out of breath when she answered the phone, and I sensed she was being distracted as we talked.

I envisioned her laying under or next to a sweaty, panting George, who was teasing her, or maybe he was between her legs, and she was trying to maintain her composure conversing with me.

"What's wrong Lisa you sound so distressed in your messages and now you're out of breath, what's going on?"

"None of my bank cards are working, I tried buying a bikini, a wrap and a pair of sandals today and all my cards were declined."

She giggled that special way and I heard shuffling.

"Well, I'll go to the bank here tomorrow and get that sorted out.

Can you survive a day or two by signing everything to the room."

"Of course I can."

"OK then, I'm extremely tired, this emergency I'm dealing with really took a lot out of me today, I'm exhausted, goodnight."

Before she disconnected, I heard that giggle again.

***

Mid morning, I called Lisa and after several rings she answered, I heard a muffled whisper.

"Shhuuushhh, it's him."

"Lisa, please put me on speakerphone, I know George is there with you and what I have to say pertains to both of you."

"What, uh, what are you talking about, uh who's George, whatever are you suggesting?"

"Lisa stop, I know he's with you, I saw him at the airport.

Troy sent me a video of you two together weeks ago, I've known you've been cheating all along.

I heard you tell him you wanted time with him, to wake up beside you, opening your eyes to his smiling face not mine, I recorded you sexting him that night.

That's why I suggested the holiday, it wasn't for me, I never intended on going; it was designed to get you and George together, alone, for you to find out if there's more to your lecherous lust than a carnal fuck a couple times a week.

Well, you got your wish, you woke up with him, not me, my final gift to you.

If you and George want each other, I'm OK with that, but I'm not paying for it.

I intentionally cancelled the bank cards, George's enjoying the dessert, so he can pay for the meal, he can also have your spending habits too.

I'm confident you're sexual fling will soon crash and burn."

Lisa started crying, her voice raised she began pleading.

"Lisa, the locks have been changed on my house, I've packed up all your belongings and put them in storage, the whereabouts and divorce papers are waiting at the lawyers when your return.

You have no reason to come to the house or try contacting me, I have no interest in seeing or hearing from either of you ever again."

I knew if George couldn't pay the resort bill, the only way Lisa could get money is by begging relatives and then she'll have to explain why she's at an island resort without me.

I disconnected the call, set my phone on the coffee table, and went to buy Troy a Surfnturf supper.

I had a whole week off to play golf and relax.

I returned to work Monday with a newfound vigor.

At 9:37 I received a text from Troy:

George packed up his belongings and quit before I got to work.

Lisa came to work screaming and yelling profanities at me.

Blaming me for causing her divorce.

Security detained her, when we both explained our involvement to the boss, she was escorted out.

Told she'd receive a severance package when accounting had calculated what she deserved.

I replied:

I'm satisfied she got what she deserved.