By the time I was in my car, driving away from our house, it was almost 7:00. Katie generally didn't leave for work until 8:00. I had an hour to kill before I could safely return home and pack the bags I was going to take with me to San Francisco.

Stopping at a local cafe, I bought a copy of the morning newspaper and ordered breakfast. I was just finishing my eggs and sausages when my cell phone rang. I checked the caller ID, it was Dana.

"Good morning Frankie."

"Morning Dana."

"Can you talk?"

"Yes, I'm eating breakfast at Emily's Cafe. I have to wait until Katie leaves the house so I can go back and pack my bags for California. Have you talked to Jeff Wheeler this morning?"

"He just called me. He told me that he got a clear recording of last night's activities. He's having a messenger service bring two copies over to me. Are you going into your office this morning?"

"Yes, right after I'm finished packing my bags."

"Do you want me to have the messenger service bring one of the discs to your office?"

"Thank you, I'd appreciate that."

"Frankie, I'm in my car driving to my office. As I was leaving the house this morning, Pete got up. He told me that he had to go to Chicago today for an evening meeting with a client. He said that he won't be home until tomorrow afternoon."

"He's planning to spend the entire night at my house."

"Yes he is. I'm going to enjoy interrupting his little party. I can't wait to see the look on his face when we walk into your bedroom."

"I wonder if they'll be using our bedroom. Maybe Katie will insist on using the guest room."

"Maybe, but you heard what Pete said in the bar. He wants to fuck your wife in your marital bed. When it comes to getting what he wants, my husband can be very persistent."

"Yes, we'll will find out tonight, won't we."

"Yes we will. Are we still meeting for dinner at Murphy's Bar and Grill at 5:30?"

"I'm looking forward to it. I think I'm going to be awfully nervous by then. It will help to have some company."

"I agree. Frankie, I'd better go. Can I have the messenger leave the CD with the receptionist at Jupiter Construction?"

"Yes, but ask him to be discreet."

"I'll remind him and I'll make sure that it's in a sealed envelope."

"Thanks Dana."

"Bye Frankie, I'll see you at Murphy's."

"Bye Dana."

As I put my cell phone away I noticed that it was 8:05. Katie should be on her way to work. I quickly finished my breakfast and paid my check.

Ten minutes later I was driving slowly by my house. I didn't see any signs of Katie. At the end of the block I made a u turn and came back. As I pulled into our driveway I pushed the button on my garage door opener. If Katie's car was still there I'd park, go inside and tell her that I'd returned to get an important document that I'd forgotten and I was going to take the eleven o'clock flight. I had a number of files in my desk in the den. I'd just take one of them, leave and return later in the day.

Fortunately, her car was gone. I pulled into the garage, parked and went inside. It took me about a half hour to pack two suitcases with enough clothes for San Francisco. As soon as I was finished I checked to make sure I hadn't left any obvious signs that I'd been home and then I loaded the two suit cases into the back of my Ford Escape and left.

Twenty minutes later I was parking in front of Jupiter Construction.

As I walked through the main office Myra, the receptionist called to me. "Frankie, a messenger just left this for you." She was holding up a manila envelope.

I took it from her. "Thanks Myra."

"You're welcome Frankie."

Overwhelmed with nervous anticipation, I hurried into my office and turned on my lap top computer. While it was booting up I opened the envelope and took out the CD.

For a moment I stared at the silver disc, wondering if I really did want to hear anything that might be on it. Finally I decided that as painful as it was going to be, I had to know. I had to be certain.

Filled with apprehension, I sat down at my desk, slipped the disc into my computer, opened the media player and clicked play.

I heard the sound of a door opening and then it closed again. Someone seemed to be moving around in the room. I heard another door open. After a moment the toilet flushed and then I heard the sound of running water.

There was more movement in the room. I heard a knock on the door followed by rapid footsteps.

"Hi" It was a man's voice, Munson.

"Hi" It was Katie.

There was silence and then I heard the rustle of clothing. They were undressing.

That surprised me. Apparently there wasn't going to be any preliminary conversation. Other than that one quick hi, there wasn't even going to be an exchange of pleasantries. They were just going to get naked and go at it.

The bed creaked and then it creaked again.

After a moment Munson said, "Oh yeah Katie, you know exactly what I like. Suck my big hard dick."

I was a little amazed. Not only were Munson's words crude, so was his tone of voice.

A few seconds passed. I could hear heavy breathing and I also thought I could hear the sound of Katie sucking on Munson's cock.

And then I heard Munson say, "You love it, don't you. Admit it, you love sucking my big dick."

"Of course I do and that shouldn't be a surprise for you. You damn well know I love sucking your big cock." Katie was breathless with excitement. "Cocks are a passion for me. I love sucking them, I love licking them, I love playing with them and I love kissing them. I always have."

Munson laughed. "You're a real cock slut, aren't you."

"You'd better believe I am. I like my sex just as nasty as you do. That's why I get together with you."

I heard movement. The bed creaked again and then Katie said, "There, make yourself useful. Finger fuck me while I suck your dick."

"Damn Katie, you're wet already."

“And why is that a surprise? You should know by now that sucking your cock always gets me wet."

"Turn around and get on top of me. I want to fuck you and I want to play with your tits while I'm doing it."

I heard more sounds of movement and then Katie gasped. "Oh that's good, that's so good. I love the way it feels when a cock slides into me."

The bed started to creak, slowly at first, but then the pace accelerated.

Suddenly Katie giggled. "You're a nasty son of a bitch. You love twisting my nipples while I ride your cock."

"Would you like me to stop?"

Katie yelled, "Fuck no! I love it when you do that and you know it."

I was shocked. The voice I was hearing was unquestionably Katie's, but I'd never heard her talk like this while we were making love. With me she was always refined and under control, a perfect lady.

The bed was now creaking at a frenetic pace and my supposedly pristine wife was giggling hysterically.

Munson growled, "Play with your clit! Rub yourself while you ride my cock."

For a moment there was just the insanely fast creaking of the bed and then Katie yelled, "Give it to me you bastard! Give me your cum! I want to feel that beautiful cock of yours shooting off inside me."

After a few more seconds of frenzied fucking Katie shrieked, "Yes that's right, do it! Cum for me! Cum in my hot wet cunt you dirty son of a bitch!" And then she emitted a shrill scream and cried out, "Yesssss!"

The bed kept creaking for another five or ten seconds, then there was silence.

I took a deep breath and noticed that I'd been sitting on the edge of my chair. As I sat back I realized that I had an erection. That confused me. I mean, I'd just listened to a very hot sex scene, a scene that would have aroused any healthy young male, but it was my wife and another man. It didn't seem like it was appropriate for me to find that exciting.

Suddenly I heard Katie's voice and I forgot about my erection.

"Damn that was fun. Pete, you may be an asshole son of a bitch, but you are one exciting fuck."

He laughed. "Asshole son of a bitch? I'm glad to hear that you're madly in love with me."

"In love with you? Shit, I don't even fuckin' like you." Katie paused and then she added, "But you are a damned good fuck, maybe the best I've ever had and that's saying a lot."

"You just like me because I'm even nastier in bed than you are and I'm beginning to understand that's saying a lot."

Katie giggled. "We are quite a pair, aren't we."

I shook my head. This last interchange had me completely baffled. Who was this woman? With me, Katie had always been reserved and proper, now I was discovering that with Munson she was some kind of out of control nympho.

The disc continued playing.

"This morning, Frankie told me he's going to Kansas City tomorrow and he won't be back until Thursday afternoon."

"Really?" Munson's voice was suddenly filled with excitement.

"Yeah, want to get together?"

"Damn right I do. Can we do it at your house?"

"Can you stay for the whole night?"

"Hell yes, I'll tell Dana that I have to go to Chicago for a meeting with a client and I won't be back until Thursday. Shit, we can go for the record."

"The record?"

"Yeah the number of times I can fuck you in one night."

"Right now that stands at four, do you really think you can beat that?"

"Katie, tomorrow night I'm going to wear you out."

"Wear me out? Maybe my pussy, but you could never wear out both my pussy and my ass."

Munson laughed. "You really do like that back door action, don't you."

"You damn well know I do. Guys have been fucking me back there since I was a freshman in college. I think I might like it better in my ass than I do in my pussy."

"If you like it in the ass so much, how come you made me work so hard to get it? You didn't let me do you back there until the fourth time we were together and it wasn't for a lack of trying on my part either. I had to do a lot of sweet talking before you finally decided to let me have your butt."

"Sweet talking? Pete, I don't think any of your lines could ever be called sweet talking, but yes, you were relentless in your efforts to persuade me."

"Okay, so how come I had to work so hard to persuade you? I mean, if you like it so much why didn't you just invite me to do it?"

There was a moment to silence and then Katie said, "That's personal."

"Personal? What do you mean by that? We're lovers, how much more personal can you get."

"Pete, we are not lovers. Hell, we're not even friends."

"Not even friends? Shit Katie, you really know how to hurt a guy." There was a brief pause and then Pete asked, "So if we're not even friends, then what the fuck are we?"

"We're fuck toys for each other. Pete, you are the best lay I've ever had in my entire life, but you are totally amoral and completely untrustworthy. If I'm going to be friends with a man I have to be able to trust him."

"You mean like that fag engineer you're married to."

There was silence. After several seconds Katie said, "Don't you dare talk about Frankie when we're together. Not ever, do you understand me!" Her voice was laden with unequivocal determination.

"Yeah but..."

"One more word about him and I get up and walk out of here and I'll never see you again."

"Yeah, yeah, okay I get it, he's off limits."

"Damn right he is."

There was another period of silence. Finally Katie said, "Come on Pete, you know damn well that I'm nothing more than a sex toy to you. Why should you be anything more than that to me?"

"Yeah, you're right, I know you're right. It's just that nobody has ever been that direct about it before."

"Well you are my sex toy and you're a damn good one, so let's get back to what we do best. Lie back on the bed. Let's see if I can get that big monster that's sleeping between your legs to wake up again." Katie laughed. "If we're going to go for the record tomorrow night we'd better get in some practice and I'm thinking that it's about time for you to start exercising my back door."

I paused the recording. Who was this woman and why was she doing things with Munson that she refused to do with me? Hell, from that last conversation it sounded like I was the only man in the upper Midwest who hadn't been allowed to fuck her ass. Katie kept saying things that suggested she still loved me, but she was treating me like a chump. What was I supposed to believe, her words or her actions. The old saying was actions speak louder than words and at that moment Katie's actions were blaring at me like a storm siren.

Deciding that I needed to take a short break, I went down the hall to the bathroom and splashed some cold water on my face. On my way back to my office I stopped at the table by Myra's desk and poured myself a cup of coffee. Fortunately, Myra was on the telephone so I didn't have to make conversation with her. At that moment I wasn't in the mood for small talk.

Once I was back in the refuge of my office, I sat down at my desk and took a sip of coffee. The warm liquid had a soothing effect. Feeling mildly revitalized, I clicked the play button on my computer screen.

I could hear the unmistakable sounds of Katie sucking Munson's cock. After a few seconds she said, "I love feeling a cock grow in my mouth."

Munson laughed. "I can't imagine how a guy's cock wouldn't get hard when you're sucking him. Katie, you're good, I think you're the best I've ever had."

"Thank you kind sir, I'll take that as a compliment."

"It was meant as one. How did you learn to suck a cock like that?"

"Experience Pete, I've had a lot of experience."

"I'll bet you have."

"Believe me, I have. I started sucking off my dates while I was a senior in high school. The first time I did it was on my eighteenth birthday. My boyfriend took me to dinner at an expensive restaurant. Afterward we parked. I let him unbutton my blouse and take off my bra. While he was playing with my tits I unzipped his pants and took out his cock. I'd never touched a cock before.”

“Oh yeah. You loved it, didn't you.”

It was wonderful.

For awhile I just played with it. I rubbed it and squeezed it. I rolled it between the palms of my hands.”

“Shit, I'll bet that drove your boyfriend wild.”

“It drove me wild. It was intoxicating. It electrified me. Suddenly I was kissing it and rubbing it against my cheeks and lips. It wasn't something I'd planned or even thought about, I was just doing it.”

Katie paused, after a moment she said, “And then I had it in my mouth. I was sucking it. It was giving my first blow job. I wasn't grossed out. I didn't wince or gag. In fact, I actually closed my eyes and made love to his cock. I even let him cum in my mouth. I can't explain why I did it, I just did and it was magical. I loved it. You're a perv, maybe you understand.”

Munson said, “I've never wanted to suck a cock.”

“Don't be an idiot,” snapped Katie.

Munson answered, “Hey, it's true, I never have, really.”

“Yeah, I get that. You don't have to worry, I know you're not gay.” Katie's voice was edged with sarcasm.

“Damn right I'm not.”

There were several seconds of silence. Finally Katie said, “Afterward, I was sort of embarrassed. I mean, nice girls aren't supposed to enjoy giving blow jobs. While my boyfriend was driving me home I tried to convince myself that I'd only done it to thank him for taking me out for a wonderful birthday dinner, but I knew that was just a rationalization. That night, lying in bed, I came to the inescapable conclusion that I loved giving head. I couldn't deny it. I mean just thinking about it made my pussy soaking wet. I still love it. Cocks are wonderful. I love kissing and sucking them.

“Face it, you're a slut.”

“You know I am. That's why were here.”

“Fuckin' A.”

“Want to hear more?”

“Shit yes.”

“Okay, The following night I went out with my boyfriend again. I actually called him. He took me to a movie. As soon as we were seated in the theater I slipped my hand over to his thigh, the inside of his thigh. He jumped, but he didn't try to stop me.”

Munson laughed. “I'll bet he didn't.”

“By the time the movie started I was massaging his dick and he was erect, I mean rigid.”

“I'll bet you liked that.”

“Hell yes, I love playing with a hard cock.”

“You're my kind of girl, dirty and nasty.”

“That's right and that's why we're lying together naked in a king sized bed in a cheap motel room.”

“Makes me happy.”

Katie giggled, “Me too, I love it dirty and nasty.”

“So did you watch the whole movie?”

“Fuck no, after about fifteen minutes my boyfriend leaned over, whispered that he thought the movie was dull and asked if I wanted to leave. Twenty minutes later I was sucking his cock in the back parking lot of a Walmart.”

Suddenly Katie gasped. “Damn Munson, warn me before you do that.”

“Why? You're wet. My finger slipped in easily.”

“Yeah, but it's startling”

Munson chuckled.

After a moment Katie said, “Rub my clit.”

“Say please rub my clit.”

“Please rub my clit asshole.”

“I love it when you get romantic.”

“Fuck you.”

“That's part of the plan.”

Katie giggled.

Munson said, “I'll keep finger fucking you if you tell me more about how you became a blow job queen.”

“You are a perv.”

“It's a tough job, but somebody has to do it.”

“Just shut up and rub my clit.”

There was silence. After a moment Katie whispered, “Oh yes, that's right, that's exactly right.”

“I know what I'm doing.”

“Yeah, I'll give you that. You definitely know what you're doing.”

“Tell me more about how you became a blow job queen.”

“Okay, but don't stop rubbing my clit.”

“Tell me or I will stop.”

“All right.” Katie paused for a moment and then she said, “I didn't actually get good at giving head until I was in college. The boys I knew in high school were always so eager that all I had to do was let them play with my tits while I was doing them. Most of them got so excited that they shot off after a few sucks and a firm squeeze with my hand."

“When I was 18 I think my dick was hard 24/7”

“That doesn't surprise me. When you're around me it's pretty much perpetually hard.”

“And you love it.”

“Damned right I do.”

“Back to your story. I want to hear about your burgeoning life as a consummate college cock sucker.”

“You're getting poetic.”

“I'm passionate about this topic.”

Katie laughed. “Me too.” And then she said, “Okay, when I got to college, most of the guys I dated were more experienced, especially the juniors and seniors. They didn't cum as quickly. That gave me the opportunity to experiment and try new things. It didn't take me long to figure out what guys liked and what they didn't like." Katie laughed. "My Freshman year I developed quite a reputation as a campus blow job queen."

"And I'm sure you deserved it."

"Thanks, I'll take that as a compliment.”

“It was meant as one.”

“I'm pretty good at eating pussy too."

"What?"

Katie laughed. "I thought that would get a rise out of you."

"You're a carpet muncher?"

"Damn Pete, you really are a neanderthal. Yes, I occasionally enjoy doing a woman. Every once in a while Andrea and I do each other. She's pretty good at eating pussy too."

"Mitch has the hots for Andrea. He'd love to do her."

"Mitch is a cute guy. Andrea would probably be up for it. I'll talk to her. Would Mitch spring for a motel room?"

"I'm sure he would."

"Hey I've got an idea. Why don't all four of us get together? We could start out with Andrea and me doing each other while you and Mitch watch."

"You'd do that?"

"Hell yes, it's fun. In college my roommate and I used to do it all the time. After Andrea and I get each other off you and Mitch can take turns doing us. Some night I'd also love to do you and Mitch at the same time. I used to love having two guys at once."

"Katie, you are amazing."

"Because I like kinky sex? I don't know, I guess I just have an active libido. Sometimes it bothers me because I seem to be so different than other girls, but I'm not doing anything bad." And then she paused. After a moment she quietly said, "Except...." Her voice trailed off.

There were several seconds of silence, finally Munson asked, "Except what?"

Katie snapped at him, "Never mind, I don't want to go there, at least not with you."

"Why..."

Interrupting Munson before he could finish his question, Katie said, "Hey big guy, enough talk, let's get back to what you and I do best." Her voice was softer now, almost soothing.

Munson laughed. "You mean fucking."

"That's right and right now I want to feel that big cock of yours in my ass."

I heard movement in the room and then the sound of Katie opening her purse. A moment later she said, "Here, dribble some of this lotion on my asshole and then put some on your cock."

A few seconds passed and then I heard Katie giggle. "I love getting fucked back there so much that my pussy gets wet when I feel the lotion being dribbled on my asshole."

After a few more seconds Katie said, "Oh yeah, that's right, rub it in with your finger. That feels so good. Now let me have your cock. Go slow big guy, I want to savor this."

The bed creaked and then Katie gasped, "Oh god yes! I love how it feels when the head pops in." I heard her take a deep breath and then she whispered, "Slowly, go slowly. Yes, that's right push it in. Deeper, do me deeper, I want to feel all of that big monster of yours inside me."

"You love it when I fuck your ass, don't you Katie."

"You know I do, Pete."

"Tell me, I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you say it while I'm fucking you."

Katie laughed. "You really are an even bigger perv than I am."

"Say it!"

Still laughing, Katie said, "All right, I love it when you fuck my ass. I love feeling your big hard cock buried deep in my asshole. I love to play with my clit while you fuck my ass."

Suddenly Katie stopped laughing. I heard her draw in a deep breath and slowly exhale it and then in a hushed voice she said, "Damn, that feels so good. Fuck me you nasty son of a bitch. Fuck my asshole while I rub my clit. Make me cum. Make me cum over and over and over again."

As the bed began creaking in a slow steady rhythm, Munson answered, "It will be my pleasure."

I clicked the stop button on my computer screen. I'd heard enough. Sighing, I slumped back in my chair and closed my eyes. I was overwhelmed, emotionally drained and confused. I didn't know what to think. I'd just listened to a recording of my wife engaging in sex with another man in a motel room. Making it even worse, she was doing things with him that she'd steadfastly refused to do with me.

I felt hurt and betrayed and I was certain that my marriage was over. Still, it was a complicated situation, a very complicated situation. There were so many unanswered questions.

Katie had made it clear to Munson that she didn't love him. Hell, she'd told him that she didn't even like him. They weren't friends, they were just fuck toys for each other. If that was true, then why? Why would she do things for this man who she didn't even like and then refuse to do the same things for the man she claimed to love?

And the things she'd told Munson about her past. Katie was always so prim and proper with me. I never would have suspected that she was sexually promiscuous in high school and college. She'd told Munson that in college she'd had a reputation as a blow job queen, she'd participated in threesomes, had sex with other women and had even put on lesbian sex shows for her boyfriends. Who was this woman that I'd married?

I sighed again. Actually none of that made any difference to me. I was fairly open minded about sex. She'd done things that were unconventional, but there really wasn't anything inherently wrong about them.

What bothered me was that she'd decided to conceal that part of her life from me. It was clear that she didn't trust me. I thought she loved me, but if she loved me why not share her desires and fantasies with me. Maybe I wasn't an adequate sex partner for her. Maybe to her I really was an old stick in the mud engineer, but if she believed that, why did she marry me?"

Remembering that I was leaving for California in the morning, I pulled myself together. I had work to do. I didn't have time to wallow in personal misery. 

After taking a few minutes to make a list of the things I needed to accomplish before I left, I walked to the electronics store two blocks down the street and bought an mp3 player with a small attached speaker.

As soon as I returned to my office I loaded the recording of Munson and Katie's tryst in the motel room on to the mp3 player and stopped it at a key point. Once that was done I went to work cleaning up the loose ends on the three projects I'd been working on for Jupiter.

It was 2:15, I'd just finished my work on all three projects and was busy cleaning off my desk when Myra walked into my office. "Frankie, Irv would like to see you for a few minutes."

"Tell him I'll be right there Myra."

Five minutes later I was knocking on Irv's door frame.

"Hey Frankie, come on in."

"What's up Irv?"

"Have a seat."

"Okay." I sat in one of the leather chairs in front of his desk.

As soon as I was settled, he said, "I didn't think you were coming in today."

"I still had a few details that I needed to take care of before I leave."

"How are things going with Katie?"

"Not good, she met her lover in a motel last night. A detective made a recording of their meeting. It was bad, really bad."

"I'm sorry to hear that Frankie. Are you going to proceed with the divorce?"

"Irv, I don't think I have a choice."

He nodded. After a moment he asked, "So I assume that you still want me to tell Myra to make the changes to your 401k and how your paychecks are deposited.”

"Yes Irv, I do."

"I'll tell her in the morning. Will that be all right?"

"Yeah, that will be fine."

"Wrightman Construction has arranged for you to stay at the Claymount Inn. It's a small hotel on the edge of downtown. All their rooms are luxury suites."

"It sounds nice."

"Believe me, it is. They also agreed to let me borrow you for a day or two every few weeks, so you can plan on coming back for an occasional visit."

"Good, it will be nice to be able to come home once in a while."

"Myra has your plane ticket and rental car information. She got you a small SUV, I hope that's all right."

"It will be just fine. You know me Irv, I'm not into fancy vehicles."

Irv stood up and walked around his desk. Knowing that this was his way to signal the end of a meeting I stood up too.

Extending his hand, Irv said, "Frankie, we'll miss you. I"m sorry about you and Katie. Maybe this change of scenery will help you get through it."

I hope so Irv.

After we shook hands I returned to my office and quickly finished cleaning off my desk. Once that was done I picked up my brief case and my laptop computer and left.

On my way out I stopped at Myra's desk. "Irv said you have my plane ticket and rental car information."

She handed me an envelope. "It's all in here Frankie."

As I took it from her, Myra said, "Frankie, I'm going to miss you."

"I'll be back."

"I know, but I'm still going to miss you."

I smiled at her. "I'm going to miss you too Myra." And then I turned and left the building.

I still had two remaining tasks to take care of before I met Dana at Murphy's Bar and Grill. I needed a safe place to store my Escape while I was in San Francisco and I had to find a place to stay that night. I knew that after the impending confrontation with Katie and Munson was over there wasn't any way I was going to be able to spend the night at the house..

I drove to a secure parking garage near the airport and leased a space for the next three months. Once that was done I checked into a nearby hotel.