The Board meeting ran late into the night, and I was rushing through Grand Central to make the late train when I almost literally ran into Stacey's Maid-of-Honor from our wedding years ago. I only had time for a brief, "Hi, Kathy." But that is when she said those life-changing words: "Tell Stacey I said hi; I haven't seen her since the wedding." I was stunned. Those words ran repeatedly through my mind as the nearly empty train rocked back toward Jersey.
How could Kathy say she has not seen my wife since the wedding? Don't they go out together every other Friday night with the girls? I reached into my pocket and pulled out the sticky note my wife left me just this morning with I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING written on it. Has my wife been lying for years? Who has she been going out with then?
I thought that everything had been simply perfect between us. My wife had always acted like that sweet, innocent wife. Depression hit me like a tidal wave as tears filled my eyes. My thoughts ran to her, curled up in my arms every night as we professed love for each other. Except on every other Friday when she went out with the girls. Those nights, she rarely came home before 2 AM. Then there were those Fridays when she had texted that she was sleeping at Kathy's house. She claimed that she was too drunk to drive. My mind raced on as I poured over where she was on those nights.
Once in the house, I headed to the bedroom to find out what the hell was happening. The woman that I loved more than anything in life was quietly sleeping. I was so confused, and I didn't want to overreact. There was no way I was going to sleep now. I grabbed a full scotch tumbler and quietly went through her phone and computer. There were no strange numbers, no unusual texts, and nothing in her email or deleted items. Some of the texts and emails included flattering comments about what a wonderful husband I am and how much she loved me. By 3 AM, the scotch had the better of me, and I had been up for almost a full day. I went to bed to sleep on my side, away from my wife. After a few minutes, she moved over, put an arm around me, and whispered, "Love you."
In the morning, she woke me up with a kiss and handed me a cup of coffee. She said, "Early meeting, my love; I gotta go." She yelled to me as she headed out the door, "Don't forget about our girls' night tonight!"
I let my boss know that I was working from home today. I went through all of her drawers. I found new, red, sexy baby doll lingerie, a red thong, and black stockings, all hidden at the bottom of a sweater drawer. In her closet was a new pair of tall red "fuck me" shoes. My wife hardly ever dresses up in sexy outfits for me, so I was unsure who this was for. I tried to be positive; they may have been for my birthday next week. Did she buy these for some other guy?
As the day went on, my anger kept building. My mind was in constant turmoil as images of her big blue eyes and blonde ponytailed hair as she looked up to kiss me. Was all of this just a fucking lie?
I had messaged her that I had to work late. So, I parked across the street from her work. When I saw her car leave the lot, I followed her back to our house. I watched our home for a few hours before seeing her car pull out of the garage. Trying not to get too close behind her, I followed her for over an hour up the interstate. Finally, she took an exit in the industrial part of the city. Then, to my amazement, she pulled into a strip club. Why was she going into a strip club in the wrong section of the city? I pulled behind a few cars and watched as she exited the car wearing her tan trench coat. She went to her trunk and pulled out a small rolling suitcase I had never seen before. As she walked toward the club, I could see her hair had been all curled in a sexy way that made her look slutty. Then I saw her in those red high heels, and I guessed that she also had on those black stockings. Oh my God, is she a stripper?
She walked into the club and casually kissed the bouncer as he grabbed her ass! My heart sank; this was the innocent woman who never flirted with others, was very shy in bed, and always dressed very conservatively, and she just walked into a strip club. Was my whole marriage a fucking lie?
I waited fifteen minutes before going into the club. I knew I was out of place when the bouncer wanted me to prove I was not a cop. "We don't get a lot of clean-cut middle-aged white dudes here, so if you want to go in, show me your dick, so I know you ain't a cop." He said. I quickly opened my pants and exposed myself to the big man. He just chuckled but let me pass.
The bass was thumping, and a hot, skinny black woman was dancing in only heels on a dimly lit stage as I entered the club. It took quite a few seconds for my eyes to adjust because it was very dark where the seats were. When my eyes began to see the other men, I realized that I stood out from the crowd as they were predominantly Black, some Hispanics, and a few long-haired hippy-looking white guys. I quickly sat in the back corner and asked a cute black waitress for a tumbler of Jack Daniels.
The next black stripper appeared, and after a few songs and removing all her clothes except high-heeled shoes, a slow sax song started, and the black woman threw what looked like a white furry throw rug on the stage. She got on her back and spread her legs to the R&B music. Men threw dollars at her as she used her fingers to spread her pussy open, exposing the pink goodness. Then she moved to the edge of the stage, and several men walked up in front of her. She moved to her hands and knees and put her ass up and her head down. As she moved from man to man, she allowed each one to rub her ass, pussy, and up and over her breasts. I gulped down my drink and watched the next two Spanish girls as they ended with the blanket dance with men rubbing their bodies and raining down cash.