Mutual friends are uncomfortable around me, but the most damning thing of all is that her diaphragm, which used to be kept in the medicine cabinet isn’t there anymore. I sneaked a look in her purse when she was in the shower and she has been carrying around with her. You don’t see anything wrong with this picture?"

"Of course I do. It was absolutely wrong of you to go snooping in her purse and you should be ashamed of yourself."

I shook my head in disbelief - why had I even bothered to answer her when she asked me why I’d seemed so ‘out of sorts’ lately.

Sherri and I had been married just a little over five years when I’d begun to notice some of the things that I’d listed for my mother. The first to happen were the phone calls with a silence and then a click on the other end when I answered. Then I noticed that when the phone rang and I was around she would rush to get to it first and then talk so low I couldn’t hear. The next thing I noticed was the sudden change from casual clothes to more sexy looking outfits. This was followed by her all of a sudden having to work late two and sometimes three times a week when she had gone the past three years without having to even work late once. The final nail in the box was when she started claiming headaches when I tried to initiate sex and then my finding her diaphragm gone from the cabinet. I just hoped that I hadn’t screwed things up by voicing my suspicions to my mother. After her "you should be ashamed of yourself" remark I wouldn’t put it past her to have a ‘motherly’ talk with Sherri which would alert Sherri that I was onto her. But onto her I was and I set out to find out what I could about what my wife was doing.

My office is only one mile from the building where Sherri works so on Monday I left work fifteen minutes early and was parked outside her building by the time she was supposed to get off work. At five people started coming out of the building and by five-fifteen there were only seven cars left in the lot, one of them Sherri’s. At five thirty Sherri came out and I followed her about two miles to a Super 8 motel. She pulled into the lot and parked in front of room 106, got out of her car and went up to the office. A couple of minutes later she came back with a key in her hand an opened the door to 106. She came out with an ice bucket a minute later and headed for the ice machine. I knew where the machine was and I knew I would have time to do what I wanted if I hurried. I got out of my car, ran to the room, adjusted the curtains so there would be a small gap and then I raced back to my car. A minute and a half after I was back in my car she came back with a full ice bucket and went into the room leaving the door open.

Five minutes later a car pulled up next to hers and one of her co-workers got out, went through the open door and closed it behind him. I knew who the guy was because I’d met him at the company Christmas party. I gave it about five minutes and then I got out of the car and walked over to the unit. I peeked through the gap in the curtains and saw Mark lying naked on the bed and Sherri was bent over him sucking his cock. I had seen what I needed to see to confirm my suspicions, but for some weird reason I couldn’t walk away. I stood there peeking in on what my wife was doing to Mark until some other cars pulled into the lot and forced me to move. As I headed back to my car I was surprised to find that I had a hard on.

The next day I hired a private detective to get the goods on Sherri. He came to my office on Friday and handed me an envelope and videotape.

"I got lucky. She gets room 106 every time and I was able to bribe the desk clerk into letting me into the room before she checked in. I was able to plant a microphone and the video camera. It’s on my list of expenses."

I paid the man and then after he’d left I sat and read the report and then I went home and watched the video. I watched three hours of Sherri, Mark and some guy I didn’t know do everything that three people could do together. She sucked Mark’s cock while the other man fucked her and then she sucked the other man while Mark fucked her. Then she got on her knees and put her head on a pillow and the two men took turns fucking her in her asshole. They ate her pussy and she sucked their cocks some more and then the two men took her at the same time, one in her ass and one in her pussy. During the whole tape I could hear Sherrie begging them to do things to her that turned my stomach and when the tape ran out I was disturbed to find out that the tape excited me and that I had to go and relieve myself.

Monday morning I saw my lawyer, gave him a copy of the tape and the detective’s report and then I went back to work. It was two weeks before my lawyer called me and told me that Sherri would be served with the divorce papers at three o’clock on Thursday afternoon at her place of employment. Thursday after Sherri left for work I had a locksmith change all the locks on the house. I went to the bank and closed the checking account and savings account. I cashed out three CDs, cleaned out the safe deposit box and then got on the phone and changed everyone of our credit cards to a "Mr. Only" status. I went over to where Sherri worked and using the spare set of keys I drove her car out of the parking lot and over to the dealership where I had them do a tune up on it and replace the ignition and door locks. Then I went home and called the police so that they would know that the car hadn’t been stolen. All that was left was to go home and pack all of Sherri’s stuff into boxes and move it all out into the driveway.

At three-ten the phone started ringing and I just let the answering machine take the call. "Bob? Are you there? God damn it Bob, pick up the phone." It was five thirty-five when the cab pulled up in front of the house and let Sherri out. She tried the door with her now useless keys and I let her stand out there and stew for five minutes while she pounded on the door. Finally I opened the door and just stood there and looked at her. She was madder than a wet hen, "What the fuck is wrong with you? What is with this divorce shit? God damn it Bob, are you out of your mind?"

I smiled sweetly at her and said, "No, but you must have been if you thought you could get away with the shit you were pulling on me."

She looked me right in the eye and said, "I don’t know what you are talking about."

I laughed at her, "I’m talking about what goes on in room 106 at the Super 8. You know, your sexual escapades with Mark and the other guy? I’ve had a private detective following you. That manila envelope on top of your stuff has a copy of his report and the tape he made. It’s so interesting that I’m thinking of having a bunch of copies made so I can share them with everyone" and I closed the door in her face.

She rang the doorbell and beat on the front and back doors for the next half-hour, but I ignored her and eventually she stopped. But it wasn’t over yet. At eight o’clock I got a phone call from my mother asking me how I could be so horrible to poor Sherri, "Didn’t I raise you better than that. To treat that poor girl that way is just shameful."

"She got what she deserved Ma. I’ve got pictures of her in bed with two other men and if you want to take her side, go ahead. Just don’t be calling me about it."

Of course it’s never that easy. My mom took Sherri in and began a campaign to get Sherri and me back together. Her first attempt was to have me over for dinner before I knew that Sherri was staying with her. Then she got upset with me when I walked out ("where did I go wrong with you? I know I taught you better manners than that"). Then she came over to see me one night, "Billy, I just don’t see why you are doing this to that poor girl. She loves you and the way you are treating her is breaking her heart. She doesn’t deserve to be treated the way you are treating her."

I got up and got a copy of the detective’s report and gave it to her. She read it and handed it back to me, "I’m sure that there is a reasonable explanation for this if you would just give her a chance to explain." I told her how I had followed Sherri and seen things with my own eyes before I even hired the private detective. "You disappoint me Billy. I didn’t raise you to be a peeping tom. First you go into her purse and snoop and then you sneak and follow her around."

Then I did a bad thing. I blew my top at my mom. "Are you taking her side because you are birds of a feather? Is it because I tossed her out for doing the same shit that dad tossed you out for doing? Just leave Ma. Go on home and let the slut cry on your shoulder. Just stay away from me from now on."

She left without saying another word. But she wasn’t through. She got the rest of the family together and got them to working on me. I was able to make most of them go away when I had them read the detective’s report. The hardest one on me was when Sherri’s parents came to see me. I really liked both of them and I was going to try and get by with just saying that Sherri and I just didn’t get along anymore. But then Sherri’s dad started to get belligerent and I finally said, "I don’t need this shit" and I gave them the report to read. Madge read it and then she started crying and handed the report to George. He read it and threw it down on the coffee table, "Come on Madge, nothing more we can do here" and they left.

My mother and one sister just wouldn’t let go of it. Mother wasn’t speaking to me after my blow up on her, but she goaded my sister to keep calling me until one day I got mad and yelled at her, "Just give me one good reason why I should waste my time talking to that lying, cheating slut? I caught her red handed; I’ve got photos, I’ve got videotape of her doing the dirty deed with not one, but two guys. What can she possibly say to me that I would care to hear?"

My sister said, "I don’t know. But the point is that you don’t know either. You owe it to her to listen to her side of things."

Well I couldn’t see that I owed Sherri a fucking thing, but I was getting tired of fighting my family over it. "All right. If I agree to listen to her you have to promise me that I will never hear about his from you again, agreed?" My sister agreed, but I wasn’t satisfied. "I want to hear it from mom too." Mom came on the line and said that she wouldn’t bother me again about the subject once I’d heard Sherri out, "But you still owe me an apology young man over the way you treated me when I was over at your house." For some reason that pissed me off, "Don’t hold your breath Ma. You were in the wrong and you know it" and I hung up on her.

Sherri was sitting on the front porch when I got home from work and I unlocked the house and told her to go on in and have a seat at the kitchen table. I went into the bedroom that I had turned into a home office and set my brief case down on the desk. I took a deep breath and then went out to the kitchen to get it over with. I sat down at the table, "I said I’d listen, go ahead."

"Did you ever love me, I mean really love me?"

"Once upon a time."

"When did you stop?"

"The day I saw you with Mark’s cock in your mouth."

"Why did that bother you?"

"For Christ’s sake Sherri, stop acting stupid. You got caught cheating on me. Not once, but several times and with more than one guy. If you have something sensible to say I’ll listen, otherwise leave."

"That is a sensible question Bill. It all depends on where you are sitting when you ask it. Have I ever refused you sex?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact you have. Almost every time I tried to make love to you when you came home from one of what I know now were your fuck meetings. On those nights you always seemed to have a headache."

"Well you shouldn’t hold that against me. I didn’t want you to have sloppy seconds, it wouldn’t have been right."

"But it was all right to lie to me about having to work late? It was all right for you to meet Mark at motels? It was all right for you to have sex with two men at the same time? It was all right to cheat on me after promising to be my faithful wife when we took our vows?"

"Okay, with the exception of those nights when I wouldn’t let you have me after Mark or Jim, did I not give you all the sex you wanted? If you wanted sex five times a night you got it. If you wanted sex every day of the week, no problem, I put it there for you. I gave it to you whenever you wanted it, isn’t that true?"

"Yes, I guess it was."

"Okay then, what did you ever do for me?"

"What do you mean?"

"In the sex department, what did you ever do for me? I asked you to go down on me, but did you? No, because you said that was dirty and disgusting. I wanted to try anal sex. Did we? No, because according to you that was something only a degenerate would do. Which brings us to the question of why it bothered you to see Mark’s cock in my mouth. You wouldn’t let me suck yours because that was something you said only paid whores would do. In short, I did everything that you wanted and you did nothing that I wanted. And don’t give me any of that "you cheated on me" bullshit. I know all about your affair with Maryanne when she was your secretary. You can deny it all you want, but I got if from the horse’s mouth - Maryanne told me herself one night when she’d had too much to drink. The silly bitch thought she was going to break us up so you would be free to marry her. I loved you enough to overlook it - boys will be boys, right? So where do you get off being a hypocrite with me? I wasn’t a virgin when you married me and I told you all about my lovers up front. I had done anal sex and I liked it. I loved having my pussy eaten and I liked sucking cock and swallowing. I fully expected that those things would be part of our marriage and when I couldn’t get them from you I got them some place else. Bottom line William, what it did didn’t cost you a thing. I still came home to you after I did them. I was still loving and affectionate and glad I was married to you. Well, I’ve said my piece. For what it’s worth I still love you and I’m sorry that you can’t or couldn’t see that."

She got up to go and she was almost at the front door when I blurted out, "I got a hard on when I saw you suck Mark’s cock."

She turned to face me, "What’s that supposed to mean?"

I shrugged, "I don’t know."

She walked back toward me, "Want to find out?"