Jessica and I had been involved with each other for six year, married for four. Both our second marriage.
It was a Thursday evening, and I had just returned, from a three day business trip. There I was sitting, on the sofa, after returning a day earlier, than what Jessica my wife, had expected. Thinking I would surprise her, when she returned home, from work. When suddenly the face of my phone lit up, with a message from Jessica, which read. "Just arrived home, from work, totally exhausted, after a day, that I will never forget, and will be retiring to bed early, so won't be chatting tonight, can't wait for tomorrow, when you return home, so you can fuck my brains out, for me, as I am really missing you."
Haha, I laughed, muttering to myself, “Jessica, if only you knew, where I am, you would surely freeze." Still grinning, I did not answer, her message. Confirming my gut feel, which I had for the past few months, that she was having an affair with her boss, Craig.
It was always, about Craig, when she spoke. Craig this, and Craig that, and how demanding he was, always expected her at last minute, with some petty job to do, causing her to remain at the office, after everyone else had gone home, causing me to laugh, as I would often mutter softly, " How lucky can one be," causing Jessica to either blush, or quickly turn her head, or look towards the floor, without ever saying a word.
As the saying goes, “Silence is golden, so shut up and get rich, or was it the sign of guilt." Not quite sure, but I knew, my gut feeling had never been wrong, or let me down. There I sat on the couch, sipping on my bourbon, wondering where she could be. As I looked at my phone again, reading the message, Jessica had sent me, not been angry, but been more curious, I decided I would give her, the surprise of her life, and go see where she was or what she was up too. So I opened up her car's GPS which was linked to my phone, to my surprise, her car was nowhere near to her office, It was located near to the heart land of the docks. Fearing the worst, I drove in the direction of the docks, following the instruction of the voice, on the GPS. Finally, there I was, her car parked right outside one of the sleaziest pubs in Cape Town. A pub mostly frequented by sailors and ladies of the night. There I sat in my car, wondering could this be true, or was I dreaming, and if I should enter the pub for a drink or not. When my eye suddenly caught the sight of Jessica, dressed in the sexy revealing red dress, that I bought her for her birthday. Which she never wore, because she said, it made her feel like a whore. Standing with a drink in her hand, chatting to a man not known to me. There they stood, his arm around her waist, and her whispering something in his ear, as I entered the bar. Without noticing me, they slowly moved towards a deserted dark area at the back of the bar, where they took up a seat on a stool, them partly obscured by a pillar, in the centre of the bar. I ordered myself, a double bourbon on the rocks, from the bar, which brought a smile from the bar lady, as she said, "With a drink like that, you must be hoping for a night of fun." Grinning back at her, I took my drink, and walked in the direction, where Jessica and her male friend were sitting. There I sat on a stool, them, been obscured from me, by the pillar, and me still able to hear, what they were chatting about. There I sat with a photograph of the two of them on my phone, and my phone face down on the table, recording them.
It wasn't long, and Jessica, was sitting, straddled on his lap, and the two of them wrapped in each other’s arms, kissing as if they didn't have a care in the world. Jessica slowly released his head, from her arms, looking into his eyes, as she said, "Fuck I can't believe we doing this." He looked at Jessica, as he softly said, “Fuck, I can sit like this, all night long, with my cock deep inside your pussy." Jessica, grinning said, “Well tonight, I am going to ride you like a whore." Grinning, he grabbed hold of Jessica's breast with his one hand, as he leaned forward, and started to suck on her nipple, causing Jessica's breathing, to get faster and faster, as she said, " Fuck, this is way better than getting fucked on my office desk. like the office whore, then going home. Which straight away told me who she was with, Craig her boss. Craig staring straight into Jessica's eyes, while still playing with her nipples, with his fingers, said softly, “Fuck, Jess, if you carry on riding my cock like that, you going to make me cum." Jessica grabbed Craig around the neck, and started to bob up and down on Craig's lap, causing Craig to moan and groan, as he muttered. "I am going to cum." Jessica muttered back, “Not yet Craig, otherwise we will have to go home." Craig grinning, muttered, " Go home, not on your life, this is our last late night before your hubby comes home, so I am going to fill your pussy, as often as I can tonight, with my cum." Jessica, burst out laughing, as she said softly. “Late nights are going to be plenty, because Billy will never find out, because he is to busy chasing money, and he will never satisfy me, the way you do." Jessica started to fuck Craig again while sitting on his lap, both of them Cumming simultaneously.
There I sat sipping on my drink, not angry at what I was witnessing, but more relieved, knowing this was the end of our marriage. My drink finished, I stood up, took a few steps towards them, holding up my phone, then said, "So this is what you do, when I am away." Jessica turned around, and just stared at me, turning white with fright, not saying a word. While Craig stared at me, looking totally embarrassed, as he said, “Jessica told me, you were getting divorced." Grinning, while still staring back at both of them, I softly said, " After what I have witnessed tonight, we will be divorced in a few weeks, and hopefully your wife will be doing the same after she hears, and sees what is on my phone, about the two of you."
I turned around, away from them, leaving the two of them, wondering how did that happened, as they had never expected to see me, or for me to know where they were, as I left the bar. Arriving home, I removed my wedding ring, and slipped the note which I had written, into it like a serviette, and left it on the dinner table, which read.
1...Life is made of choices,
2...Choices have consequences.
3...Consequences have regrets.
4...Regrets always come too late.
5...Divorce it will be (Hopefully now you will be happy.)
6...Tell your daughter what you did to me.
After packing my clothes, and Jessica still not having returned home, I left her home, never to return. Even after all the begging and pleading. Saying it was a mistake. To which I replied, mistakes happen once. It was a choice you made, thinking you would never get caught, so now you can live in fear, and embarrassment...
