My wife, Rachel

I arrived home from a business trip on Thursday night at about 9pm. I was not expected back until about 6pm the following day. The house was empty! Where was Rachel, my wife of 15 years? I was tired and so went to bed alone.

Next morning there was still no Rachel. I showered, dressed, had breakfast, unpacked my suitcase, and went off to work, still mystified by Rachel’s absence.

I left work early that afternoon and was home by 4pm. Still no Rachel!

At 6pm Rachel arrived home dressed for a normal work day.

“Hello Brian. You’re home early. Did you have a successful trip?”

“Yes, thank you. So successful that I finished a day early. I was home here last night. Where were you last night?”

“Oh! Well before you start, I know about some of the girlfriends that you see when you are away. I know about Sandra Smith in Melbourne and Deborah Brown in Adelaide.”

“What are you saying?”

“For over a year now I have suspected that you were cheating on me during all those trips that you make. Six months ago I had you followed on a trip to Melbourne. You picked up a car at the airport and drove to a house near Melbourne Uni. You went into the house and soon after came out with an attractive young woman in a mini skirt and high heels. She drove you to the uni, parked in the grounds, and you disappeared together into the Electrical Engineering building. At lunch time you and she came out, with a group of suits, and you all went to lunch in the staff club”

“You all went back to work together, until about 6pm, when the young woman drove you back to her place. While she was driving you back to her place you phoned me and told me that work was going well and that you were on your way to your hotel for the night. You even said that you loved me. You stayed the night at her place and next morning she drove you back to the uni. Again you went to lunch with her and a bunch of suits. Straight after lunch she drove you to her home where you kissed her goodbye, transferred to your car, drove to the airport and flew home.”

“My private detective was able to establish that she is a young divorcee named Sandra Smith, and that she is an electrical engineer employed as a researcher at the university. He gave me no direct proof that you fucked her, but the fact that you lied to me about going to your hotel is proof enough for me.”

“So,” I asked “if you had that information, how come that you didn’t challenge me about Sandra?”

“Well,” she answered, “I was scared. Even though I was hurt by your deceit, I still wanted to remain your wife. I was afraid that if I challenged you it would start us down the path to a divorce. I wondered if you were going elsewhere because I wasn’t adventurous enough in bed. That’s when I gave up wearing pyjamas. You seemed to like that.”

“Years ago you stopped asking me for a blow job, because I always said ‘no’. So about a week after you got back from Melbourne I offered to give you a blow job, and, of course, you said ‘yes’.