Chapter 1
Rose Birtwhistle arrived home and parked beside her husband's car, thinking he'd must have come home early to surprise her.
She'd been away three days with her parents to attend the ceremony of her maternal grandmother's installation as a life member at the Register Nurses' Federation's at the federation's annual conference.
The honour was in recognition of her long service as a leading figure in nursing education.
Rose (Rosie to close friends) entered the house and called out "Ernie" but there was no response.
She thought he must have dozed off and went to the bedroom and stopped in the doorway, mouth hanging open in shock.
She gazed at her husband's skinny white butt rising and falling steadily as he banged the female beneath him, who had a mass of golden hair spread over the pillow like a TV ad for a brand of hair shampoo and conditioner.
Clearly, she was his PA, Thelma Wilcox.
Rose eyed the trail of hastily discarded clothing across the floor to the bed with disapproval and then called, "Hi Ernie and Thelma, I'm home, half a day early."
She turned and fled to the kitchen slumped into a chair and began weeping into her folded arms.
They were almost crocodile tears mixed with outrage, humiliation and with a touch of satisfaction that at last she'd nailed the lying bastard, who twice previously had denied he'd been fornicating with other women when she thought she'd caught him out.
The first time she'd found Linda Cousins' handbag beside the sofa and thought she'd earlier heard the front door close softly. Ernie had come into the lounge with a hair-dryer and was surprised to find her there and holding the handbag.
She eyed the wet ring on the fawn velvet of the sofa covering and immediately thought of the obvious, that her husband had been fucking someone of their sofa and that someone was Linda Cousins.
"Christ, you've been fucking Linda Cousins on my sofa," she yelled.
"No, absolutely not and it's our sofa. Why pick on Linda to be the centrepiece in this ridiculous fantasy of yours. Are you coming on to heat? I spilled water that I had in my hand when I drifted off to sleep. I cleaned up as best I could and will use the hair dryer to hopefully avoid a water stain forming."
"Oh yeah, then please explain why Linda's handbag was left beside the sofa. She must have rushed out the front door, forgetting it, when she heard me entering the house from the garage."
"Wow, that's ridiculous fantasy number two. Linda left her handbag at the office and I bought it home with the intention of dropping it to her at dinner time when I knew her husband would be there."
"Women don't leave their handbags behind."
"Linda does, and I can recall twice you had to return to collect yours, the last time when you attended a girls' night out at MacMillan's Bar."
"What nonsense... oh, yeah. I had too much champagne that night... oh, the other time was when I was working at a produce street stall to help raise funds for the local Red Cross and I had my arms full of unsold stock that I purchased, taking it to my car."
"Yes dear, and how about this, "Can you imagine me being keen to fuck Linda Cousins who still has that patch over her left eye and is still hobbling after falling off her daughter's electric scooter at speed downhill and crashing into brambles?"
"Um, perhaps not. Look, I'm sorry and I have no credible evidence that you have misbehaved. Just remember, if you need to fuck someone fuck me."
"Right dear. How about right now?"
"I'm tempted, but you dry the sofa and I'll prepared dinner. The reality is I'm emotionally wound up and would be unable to enjoy sex right now."
Rose thought of asking him to fetch a towel from the bathroom and sponge the sofa to remove more moisture before using the hair dryer. That would give her time to sniff the wet mark to see if she could detect body fluids but then thought she should go to the kitchen instead and pour herself a stiff gin to settle her nerves.
The second occasion of suspecting her husband of adultery involved that brassy blonde Thelma Wilcox.
Occasionally, Thelma called around after dinner to assist Ernie with some pressing office work.
They did that behind the close door of the home office and Rose had thought a couple of times did they work on completing quarterly reports 100 percent of the time or did they also do something else.
One such evening, Rose had worked herself up so much that she went up to the door and knocked and waited for a few seconds and walked in, instead of charging in.
What she saw was insufficient to disgust her.
Ernie was adjusting his fly while Thelma began climbing up from on her knees and was wiping her mouth on her skirt.
Oh fuck, she had been committing fellatio on Ernie.
"What have you been doing to my husband," she demanded, eyeing Thelma.
"N-nothing," Thelma said. I-I was looking for my pen that r-rolled off the desk.
Rose turned around to demand an explanation but noticed the tenting of his pants.
"You have an erection," she cried.
Ernie looked down as if surprised and simply said, "Oops."
"Well, I must be going," Thelma said, grabbing her handbag.
"Mrs Birtwhistle, erections are common occurrences with younger men. My husband has three or four a day, sometimes more, and he claims he never has to think about sex for that to happen."
"Thank you for volunteering such information but I don't discuss my husband's intimate life with other people."
"It's your choice, Mrs Birtwhistle. I'm off, bye boss. We achieve a great deal."
She was left to find her own way out.
Ernie said sternly, "What brought on that embarrassing outburst?"
Rose counter-attacked.
"Was she sucking you off in this room?"
"No, of course not. She's my PA and was here solely to help me finish off quarterly reports due tomorrow by adding the latest available information. She is likely to be disgusted by your behaviour."
Rose was stunned. Her behaviour. What about Thelma's behaviour in almost being caught sucking Ernie's cock and Ernie's behaviour in blatantly lying that she'd done no such things. They were liars, the both of them but where was her proof?
