I was staring at Dale with as much hatred as I could muster at that early an hour. He was young, dumb and full of cum and I was forced to sit and listen to his telling and retelling of every last little thing that had to do with his sex life. He wasn’t really a bad kid, but when my sex life was in the toilet I didn’t need to be hearing all about his. My sex life had gone to hell and it wasn’t a gradual thing either. One week I was getting laid six and seven times a week and the next week it went to two times a week, usually on a Saturday or a Sunday, and only if she wasn’t too tired. And the worst part of it was that it could be a year or even two before I got back to what I considered normal.
Heidi worked nine to five as a legal secretary and she decided that she wanted to become a paralegal. She signed up for classes at the community college and was taking those classes five nights a week. By the time she gets home from school I’m in bed sleeping. I’m up and gone by six-thirty in the morning so in effect we do not see each other until the weekend. The upside is that we are so happy to see each other that we almost never argue about anything and even though I wasn’t happy about it I was adjusting to a sex on the weekend only routine. The only fly in the ointment was having to sit in the office and listen to Dale and the other guys talk about their sex lives.
Dale, being single, was out looking for pussy every night and he didn’t appear to be all that selective about where he got it. He picked up girls in bars and prostitutes off the street. He dated girls from his church group and chased after married women. If it had a hole and he though he could get into it he went for it. His latest thing was massage parlors. He had been raving about the fantastic blow jobs he was getting from the girls at some of the parlors and this pissed me off no end. Heidi gave fantastic head and I missed getting it nightly. One day Dale came to work and told us that his days of bouncing from massage parlor to massage parlor were over.
“Last night I found the mouth of my dreams at the Apollo Massage parlor. This girl could suck a bowling ball through a garden hose. And good looking? God only knows what a fox like her is doing giving out blow jobs in a massage parlor. I can only afford to see her three times a week, but from now on she is the only one I am going to see.”
For the next two weeks the girl, Mitzi, was the only thing he could talk about. He finally convinced one of the other guys to go with him and see just how special this Mitzi was. Then I had to listen to Dale and Jim talk about her. Steve was the next one to get curious and then after him Bob and Ray went and now the whole office is a Mitzi fan club. The only holdouts were Charley and me. I enjoy a good blow job as much as the next man, but I was a happily married man and a faithful one at that. Besides, I sincerely doubted that anyone could give me better head than I got from Heidi. Finally Charlie succumbed to the sirens call of Mitzi’s magic mouth leaving me as the only hold out.
Almost overnight the guys in the office stopped talking about Mitzi. About the same time, although I didn’t notice it right away, several of the guys in the office began to seem uncomfortable around me. It took a while to register on me, but conversations would stop when I approached. People who were talking would stop and walk away and I began to hear snatches of conversations, “…think he knows?” and “…gets away with it.” I also heard “…names not Mitzi” and “…to keep Rob from…” That one really got my attention because I’m Rob. To keep Rob from what? I got a partial answer one day when I was in the supply room. I was on the floor behind the copy machine trying to find out why it wasn’t getting any power when I heard:
“Think we can get her to fuck us to keep it quiet?”
“I don’t know if we should push our luck. I’d hate to lose the free blow jobs.”
“Yeah, but if she really wants to keep Ro…” and I heard a door close. I can’t swear that the man was going to say Rob, but with everything else I’d heard I surely suspected it. If it was Rob then the only “she” they could be talking about was Heidi. What would Heidi be hiding from me that would be worth free blow jobs? No, it couldn’t possibly be Heidi that they were talking about and “Ro…” must have been Ronald or something like that. Still, my curiosity had been aroused and curiosity can be a very insidious thing and it can work its way into your mind and root around until you are forced to satisfy it.
In eight years of marriage I had never had reason to be suspicious of Heidi or to doubt anything that she said to me. So it came as a shock to me to notice something as soon as I started looking. For someone taking college courses five nights a week there was a suspicious lack of textbooks and the other things that a college student usually has around. I checked out her car over the weekend and found no text books or anything else that she should have had if she was taking classes. What I did find was an overnight bag with two pair of high heels, a couple of short skirts and a few low cut blouses. There were also several pair of thigh high nylons and two cartons of condoms, one of them half empty. As I quietly closed the trunk of her car my mind began to accept the fact that Heidi was lying to me about her college classes. I did not want to believe that Heidi was lying to me but there was no other explanation for what I found in the trunk of her car. I did not want to believe it and I carried denial around with me for the rest of the week end. Monday night I cruised the college parking lots with out finding any sign of her car. I went inside and found that there were no law classes at all being taught that term and as I drove home I had to finally admit to myself that not only was Heidi lying to me, but she was obviously fucking around on me too.
Tuesday I got off work early and drove over to where Heidi worked and parked where I could see her car. When she came out I gave her a small lead and then I followed her. She drove to the warehouse district, pulled into a parking lot next to a building, got her overnight bag out of the truck of the car and went inside the building she had parked next to. I waited a minute and then I slowly drove past the building that she had entered and suddenly my world turned to shit! The sign over the door said “The Apollo Club - Massage for Adults.”
There was now no doubt in my mind that Heidi and Mitzi were one and the same and that my wife was inside the building sucking cocks for money. It also became very clear what had happened and what was going on with the guys I worked with. There was only one guy I worked with who had met Heidi and that was Charley. Charley was the last man in the office to go down to the Apollo so until then none of the other guys knew that Mitzi was really my wife Heidi. Once Charley found out who Mitzi really was he must have told the other guys and based on what I’d heard from behind the copy machine, they were blackmailing her. But what the fuck was Heidi doing working at the Apollo in the first place.
I drove to a bar and had a couple of drinks to kill time until eight-thirty and then I drove back to the Apollo so I could be in position to follow Heidi when she came out. I pulled into a place at five to nine and I had no sooner killed my lights than she came out and walked to her car. She opened the trunk and tossed in her over night bag and then she walked over to a car parked on the other side of the lot. She opened the passenger door and when the dome light came on I saw Charley and Dale in the car. Dale got out so Heidi could sit in the middle and then they pulled out of the lot. I gave them some room and then I followed. They didn’t go very far, only a couple of blocks away, just far enough to get them away from the Apollo. I wondered about that and then I realized that given what was going on inside the club that the Vice Squad must keep a pretty close eye on the place.
Charley parked the car and Heidi’s head disappeared from view and I knew that her mouth was on Dale’s cock. Five minutes later her head came up for a minute and then it headed down toward Charlie’s lap. Another five minutes or so and her head came up again and Charlie’s lights came on and they drove back to the Apollo. I headed on home and was in bed pretending to be asleep when Heidi got home. Why I didn’t confront her right away I don’t know, but I didn’t say a word to her. Instead, for the next two weeks I followed her every night and watched as she sucked off every guy I worked with and then on Thursday of the second week I watched as she pounded the final nail into her coffin.
Charley, Dale and Jim were waiting for her when she came out of the Apollo and they drove to their usual parking spot, but this time Heidi climbed into the back seat with Charley and a minute later I saw her legs come up over the seat. Charley fucked her three times and Dale and Jim nailed her twice each and Heidi was still in the back seat with her head in Jim’s lap as Charley drove her back to the club. Friday was a repeat of Thursday only with Steve, Bob and Roy. As I drove home my mind was made up to confront Heidi over the weekend.
Saturday I was all set to have it out with Heidi, but before I could she told me that she had to go to the library to study. She had never done that before so naturally I was curious. I told her that I had to play golf with some friends and I left before she did. I was in position to follow her when she left the house and I was not surprised when she pulled into the parking lot at a motel and went in to get a room. Nor was I surprised when, one after another, all the guys I worked with pulled into the lot - all six of them.
I drove on home and made some phone calls. When Heidi got home from the “library” she was surprised when found everything she owned piled up in the driveway. She was equally surprised when none of her keys fit the door locks on the house. She rang the door bell and when I answered she was mad, “What the fuck is going on?” she asked. “Here, read this” I said and I handed her an envelope and shut the door in her face. The envelope contained six typewritten pages - single spaced - describing everything I’d seen since I had found out what she was doing and had started following her. “Read this” were the last words that I ever spoke to her. She called four or five times a day for the next couple of months, but I always hung up on her. She sent me letters that I threw away unopened and I changed jobs so that I wouldn’t be tempted to kill any of my co-workers or give her a place to camp out and wait for me. The lawyers handled every thing. I never knew why she did what she did and I never set eyes on her again. Well, maybe I did, but I’m not sure. I was driving down Colfax one evening about two years later and I saw a heavily made up hooker standing on a street corner. I glanced at her and I would almost swear that it was Heidi.