Carrie was in an excellent mood on the Monday after jet boating on the lake. Racing around on the powerful little watercraft had been a blast, and making love to Amy in the grassy little cove they found had been sublime. Amy had been incredibly responsive to her touch and so submissively eager to please. The thought of more lovemaking with Amy was an exciting prospect. Carrie knew that her excitement was part of the cyclic nature of her sexuality. She had always had spells where she was more into one sex or the other. The almost seven years that she had been totally heterosexual was the longest she'd ever been strictly with one preference.
Rocky did not share his wife's buoyant mood that Monday, although no one around him was aware of his inner turmoil. He went about his business in his usual fashion, concentrating fully on his four ongoing projects. In his truck between jobsites, though, he could think about nothing else besides Carrie...
Rocky met Carrie three years after his first wife succumbed to breast cancer. He was almost forty-four; Carrie had just turned twenty-seven. They met at the seventh birthday party of Carrie's nephew Joshua Pillars. Joshua was the son of Carrie's older sister Sarah and her husband Steve. Steve Pillars owned an insurance agency and Rocky was Steve's preferred vendor for doing claim repairs for fire, storm and water damaged houses. Rocky hadn't been invited to the party; he had only stopped by to drop off a bid to Steve. Steve dragged him out to the party anyway, and to the delight of the kids and the amazement of the adults, Rocky entertained the dozen or so seven and eight year olds with juggling and magic tricks for almost half an hour.
Steve introduced Rocky to his wife. Sarah sized Rocky up and immediately steered him toward her younger sister, Carrie. Rocky and Carrie shook hands and then brought to life every cliché ever written about love at first sight. Rocky was lost as she looked into his eyes and saw straight to his soul, and Carrie tingled to her toes just touching his hand. Rocky and Carrie were inseparable from that day forward, each totally lost in the other. Six months after they met, they were married. Carrie's family was amazed at her transformation, as she had always been the family's wild child. Rocky and Carrie still endured endless teasing about their public displays of affection, but everyone they knew said that they were the perfect couple. Until the day before, Rocky had thought the same thing.
Rocky struggled to act normally that Monday evening. He took Carrie out to dinner and managed to stay engaged in her conversation. When they returned home, he sat through a couple of television shows with her. Thankfully, Carrie didn't try to seduce him that night, she kissed him goodnight and went to bed early. Rocky checked to make sure Carrie was asleep, then went to check his recorder. He made his way to the garage and retrieved it, leaving the microphone in place. He took the tiny device into his office, attached a pair of ear buds to it, and with his heart thundering, hit play.
The first fifteen minutes of the tape was of Carrie talking on her cell phone to her sister Caroline, the radio playing and commuting sounds. The discussion with Caroline appeared to be about Caroline's fifteen-year-old identical twin daughters. In spite of all his inner turmoil, Rocky had to smile at his sister-in-law's plight. Shelby and Sarah were beautiful, mature and very bright. They were also boy crazy and full of the devil. Caroline and her husband Sid were going crazy trying to keep up with their two determined hellions. Rocky wasn't surprised when Carrie told Caroline that she would ask him to talk to the twins. Rocky was the girls' favorite male relative, and one of the few people they respected enough to listen to.
The next segment of the tape was of Carrie and Amy talking as Carrie drove them to lunch. Their recording confirmed his suspicions and also confused the hell out of him. After the sound of doors closing, and the engine firing up, Amy opened the conversation.
"Yesterday was the best sexual experience of my life, Carrie."
"I enjoyed it too. For a little thing, you make a lot of noise," Carrie said in a teasing tone.
"I've never been that vocal before, I'm not sure what you did to me, but it sure rocked my world. The only thing I didn't like was your husband being there."
"He's my husband; he had a right to be there. Amy, we are on our way to being girlfriends, but make no mistake about it, I love my husband and I cherish my marriage. He is always going to be first in my life."
It was quiet on the recording for almost a minute with no sound but the radio in the background, before Amy spoke again.
"I'm falling in love with you, if I haven't already. What am I supposed to do?"
Carrie was very firm and no nonsense in her response.
"Listen Amy, you are not a lesbian and neither am I. You are going to find the man of your dreams one day, just like I found Rocky. We can love each other and we can be lovers, but we can never be in love with each other. You need to feel the same way or we need to nip this in the bud right now."
I guess Amy saw her point, because she finally agreed that Carrie was right. The conversation took another turn as Carrie's voice assumed that sexy, smoky quality that it took when she was aroused.
"So, did you do it?"
Amy must have nodded her answer.
Carrie squealed, "Well then show me already!"
I heard some rustling in the seat, but still no words from Amy.
"No, not like that, take them off so I can see everything."
More rustling noises followed, then Amy finally spoke.
"God, I can't believe I'm flashing you like this in broad daylight."
"But it looks so pretty and you know you love showing me. As soon as we get to the park, I'm going to show you how much I like it all bald and smooth like that."
Rocky shut off the recorder and leaned back with a big sigh. He didn't have the stomach to listen to them doing whatever. As it was, in one conversation, his wife had confirmed her love for him and the fact that she was cheating. How in the hell was he supposed to wrap his arms around that?
Rocky sat up and thought about the situation for another hour or so, until he finally came to a conclusion. He wasn't the type of guy who let problems linger around like festering wounds. After dinner the next evening, he and Carrie would have a little talk. Rocky slept much better that night, now that he had a plan.
Rocky had to wait until almost nine-thirty the next evening to have his talk with Carrie. He had to wait, because Carrie was supposedly out shopping with Amy. Knowing that his wife was coming into the conversation fresh from being with her lover did not put Rocky in a conciliatory mood. He was sitting in the family room nursing his anger and a glass of Jack Daniels when Carrie breezed through the door.
Carrie arrived home in a very good mood, until she saw Rocky sitting in a wingback chair with a drink in his hand and a bottle of Jack Daniels sitting on the table beside him. To her knowledge, Rocky Simmons hadn't had a drink in over twenty years. He didn't drink, because alcohol made him a different person, a person he said he didn't like. The sight of the bottle and the tight expression on his face were all the clues she needed to know that something was seriously wrong.
"What's the matter, Baby, why are you drinking?"
"I know about you and Amy."
He watched her as he made that statement. He had gone for maximum shock value, so he could gauge her reaction. He had to admit that she was a cool customer as her eyebrows went up in curiosity.
"What is it about Amy and me that you know?" she asked.
"I know you two are lovers," he replied.
Carrie put on a shocked and hurt expression.
"Where would you get such a crazy idea? Amy and I are just friends."
Rocky did not let on to the existence of the recording now residing on the hard drive of his laptop. He wanted the option of using the recorder again if necessary.
"I know what I know, Carrie, and I am not happy about what I know."
Carrie moved over to the couch and sat down next to him.
"You don't know anything, Rocky. You are just imagining things. Now I wish I hadn't told you about having been with women in the past. If it bothers you that I spend so much time with Amy and not enough with you, I'll change that, okay?"
Rocky took what Carrie said to mean that she would stop seeing Amy while not having to admit being guilty of anything. He had made his point and he loved her enough that he was willing to let her slide this once. He vowed to himself that he'd be a better husband to her, so she wouldn't feel the need to look for someone else again. Looking back on the conversation a month later, Rocky would cringe at how stupidly naive he had been in making that decision.
"That's all I want, Carrie," he said.
She beamed him the smile that melted his heart, stood up and grabbed his hand.
"You are all I'll ever need, Rocky, and I'm yours forever. Now take me to bed and let me prove it to you."
Carrie picked up her bag from Macy's and led Rocky by the hand to the bedroom.
"Get undressed and into bed, Hubby. I want to show you what I bought today."
Rocky nodded and started to strip as she walked into the large master bathroom with the Macy's bag.
Carrie came strutting into the bedroom wearing only a bra and thong, both in a cranberry color that looked fantastic on her. Rocky loved the outfit. Carrie had the best ass he had ever seen, and the T-back panties showed it to perfection. The bra was one of those shaper models that pushed her breasts together and gave her tons of cleavage.
When she slowly crawled up onto the bed and stretched out on top of him, Rocky's dick sproinged to attention and quivered in anticipation. When Rocky wrapped his arms around her and rolled her over, Carrie looked up at him with smoldering eyes. Passion transformed Carrie's features in some indescribable way. When she was as aroused as she was that night, Rocky thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
Rocky put on the performance of his life that night, as he sought to reclaim his wife. He demonstrated that he was as good with his tongue as any lesbian, as he drove her toward her first climax of the night. Rocky noticed how wet she was immediately, so it was no surprise to him that she came much quicker than she normally did. As Carrie started the little gasping sounds that indicated she was in the throes of her orgasm, he slid up her body, lifted her muscular legs over his shoulders and plunged into her wetness.
Over the years, Rocky had discovered that Carrie could cum from being taken like this. It wasn't the same intense orgasms she experienced from him going down on her, but she enjoyed them nonetheless. The small climaxes she enjoyed from intercourse allowed her super-sensitive clit to calm down enough for him to go down on her a second time. Being able to experience more than one orgasm a session had been something new; it was only one more reason on the ever-growing list of things she loved about her husband.
Rocky judged the time was right, disengaged his dick from her clasping wetness, and refastened his lips on her clit. This time he inserted a finger into her and gently massaged her G-spot. She went off like a rocket after a few minutes of his attention. Rocky kept switching back and forth until Carrie was too limp to move. She had five massive orgasms and too many small ones to count. Totally sated, she curled up in Rocky's arms and was asleep in seconds, blissfully unaware that her husband had not cum in her. Rocky hadn't orgasmed, because every time he was close, his mind pictured his wife like this with Amy. His erection never flagged, but he lost the urge to ejaculate. He wondered what in the world that meant.
Carrie appeared true to her word as the shopping trips and nights out with Amy stopped. If Carrie wanted to stop after work for a drink, she made sure to invite Rocky to join her. Rocky almost always obliged her, and on the evenings he couldn't, she came straight home instead. At home, Carrie was even more loving than usual; she never failed to show Rocky how much he meant to her. For two months things were great. Then Rocky noticed something strange about their cell phone bill.
Paying the bills was Rocky's responsibility. He banked online and paid what few bills they had through the bank's online bill payer service. Normally, he just opened the bill, found out what he owed and fired off the online payment. Rocky checked out the cell phone bill because it was unusually high, yet they hadn't used that many minutes on the plan they shared. According to the bill, the extra charges were for over two hundred text messages sent or received by Carrie. Their plan did not provide detailed billing, so Rocky didn't know to whom the messages were from or to. He decided to visit the cell phone provider's website to see if he could find out. Rocky felt a twinge of sadness that he was so suspicious, and he was slightly angry that Carrie had made him that way.
After signing up on the site, Rocky was able to look at an itemized bill that showed all the text messages, except a couple, were from or to a number he didn't recognize. Curiosity caused him to check the details for regular calls, and he discovered there were hours of calls to the same number. The calls didn't affect the bill, because the other number was also with their carrier and the minutes didn't count against their plan. He ran a reverse search on the phone number but came up empty.
Rocky didn't say anything to Carrie about the bill; instead, once she was asleep, he tracked down her cell phone. It took him ten minutes, but he finally found her phone; it was in her Toyota, hooked up to the charger. The number belonged to the first name in her address book; it was Amy's. Rocky gritted his teeth and started going through her phone to see what else he could find.
Of course Carrie's cell phone was one of the newest types available, and had about every bell and whistle imaginable. Rocky still had the free no frills phone that came with their plan, so it took him a couple of minutes to figure out all the features packed into the tiny instrument. He checked her recent calls and found that she had talked to Amy just that afternoon on the way home from work. When he navigated to her in and out box in her message folder, his worst fears were confirmed. There were about a half dozen messages in each folder, and all of them were racy and intimate. One of the messages from Amy also mentioned them taking the afternoon off earlier that week and meeting at Amy's new apartment. While he was snooping around on her phone, he checked her picture folder. He was horrified to find nude photos of both Amy and Carrie in the folder.
Rocky closed her phone and thought for a minute, then went back to her text messages. He opened one of the messages with the idea of sending it to his phone, when he noticed that there was an e-mail option available. Rocky entered his e-mail address and sent all the messages and photographs to his computer. Once the last picture was sent, he turned off the phone and put it back on the charger. He sat in her SUV for another couple of minutes thinking, then with a sigh, he walked outside to his pickup and retrieved his recorder and reinstalled it in Carrie's vehicle. He wanted her voice on tape to back up the text messages and photos in case things became messy.
Rocky's heart was a lead weight in his chest as he trudged back into the house. What he found that night might be the coup de grace to his marriage.
Carrie made it easy for him to catch her, literally with her pants down, and it only took three days. Of course the three days were hell for him, as he had to act as if nothing was wrong. Carrie picked up on his feelings the second day, but Rocky was able to convince her that he wasn't feeling well and might be coming down with the flu or something.
Tuesday night, Rocky pulled the recorder out of Carrie's truck right after she was asleep. The very first thing on the tape was Carrie and Amy talking on the phone as Carrie drove to work. Two minutes into the conversation, they were planning on how to get together Thursday during the day. The plan was for Amy to take a personal day and for Carrie to take the afternoon off and visit her at Amy's apartment.
The conversation ended with Carrie saying, "I love you too, Sweetheart. See you at lunch."
Wednesday afternoon at five o'clock, Rocky was sitting in the parking lot of Brown and Manfried, waiting for Amy to come out of the building. He was driving Maria's white Honda Accord instead of his big pickup truck. Amy exited the building at five after five, headed for home with Rocky following discreetly behind. When Amy pulled up to a townhouse complex, Rocky noted which unit she entered, then drove back to his office to pick up his truck.
At noon Thursday, Rocky was sitting in a white, nondescript rental van in front of the next building down from Amy's Townhouse. At five after twelve, Carrie called him on his cell phone from her office. She told him she had meetings all afternoon and wouldn't be available, but she should be home in time for supper. Twenty minutes later, she pulled up in front of Amy's apartment and went inside. Seeing his wife hurrying to her lover right after lying to him on the phone stirred a little anger in Rocky.
Rocky gave them fifteen minutes before he casually walked around to the back of the building, carrying a surveyor's sight level and tripod over his shoulder and a tool bag in his hand. Rocky set the tripod up at the corner of the building and aimed the sight level at the back of Amy's apartment. The sight level magnified everything by a power of twenty, so he could see her windows clearly. There was only one regular window, a sliding glass door and a small obscured glass bathroom window. The miniblinds were down in the regular window, and it appeared that vertical blinds covered all but a sliver of the sliding glass door.
Rocky took a hundred foot tape measure out of the tool bag and walked to the corner of the building. He hooked the tail of the tape to the corner of the building and walked down the wall until he was almost to what he figured was Amy's bedroom window. Rocky gently leaned the measuring rod for the sight level against the building and knelt down as if he were marking something on the wall. From his kneeling position, he could see into the room through a small gap between the miniblind and the window frame.
He almost gasped out loud at the sight of his naked wife and Amy in a torrid sixty-nine. Ordinarily such a sight would have aroused him on a most basic level, yet on this occasion, it profoundly saddened him. He realized the woman he loved, was in love with another, and living a lie with him. Seeing her betrayal with his own eyes made him feel sick at his stomach. Rocky took a steadying breath, then pulled his digital camera out of his pocket and took a dozen pictures. When he had what he needed, he moved back to the corner of the building, gathered up his equipment and walked back to the van he'd rented for the day.
Rocky returned the rental van, picked up his truck and headed home. At home he uploaded the pictures from his camera onto his laptop, then copied the photos, text messages and voice recordings onto a compact disk. He wrote Carrie a note and left it, his cell phone, and the CD on the breakfast bar. Next, he packed up a couple of bags, grabbed his toiletries and laptop, and headed out to his truck. His heart was broken, and he had some serious thinking to do.