No one is home

I made my way home and unexpectedly found the door locked and there didn't appear to be anyone inside. I was about to call my wife to see where she was when I realised that when I grabbed my clothes earlier fortunately my keys were still in the pocket of my jeans. I unlocked the door and went inside.

I walked into the kitchen and noticed a note on the bench. Hey, I've gone over to my sister's place for a girls movie night, so you'll have to fend for yourself for dinner. Straight to the point; that was my wife these days. It was a long time since she'd have opened 'hi honey', or ended with 'love you'. Oh well, like she'd said I was clearly going to have to find some food myself.

I grabbed a beer from the fridge, and a couple of leftover chicken wings and munched on them as I thought about the day. My wife and her sister had bought new lingerie, and had been talking about meeting someone. I guess my arousal earlier had prevented me from really listening to what they'd said. I'd been too intent on admiring my sister in-law's body to pay attention, but now it came together. They'd bought lingerie, and were talking about showing someone them later today... and now my wife is out, supposedly at her sisters place.

I grabbed the phone, punching the keys looking for Claire's number in the speed dial. The phone rang for several rings before Claire's voice came on the line. "Hi, this is Claire. I'm not here right now so leave a message..." I hung up and called again, getting the message again. A third time I tried and when I got no answer I decided they obviously weren't there.

I wondered where the hell they were, then remembered I'd put a tracking app on my phone in case it got stolen, and my wife had wanted it on hers too. Although she didn't realise it the app I chose tracked the phones movements all the time and uploaded regularly to the server. I loaded up the tracking website and punched in my details and brought up her phones location with the map overlay. Yep... as expected it wasn't at her sisters place, nor a cinema or anywhere they'd be likely to go, but instead a house in a neighbouring suburb.

I clicked on the button to turn the phones camera and microphone on, and found myself staring at the inside of a handbag. Great, no help there. I was about to shutdown the browser when I realised although I couldn't make out what she was saying I could hear Claire over the gentle background music, as well as a man's voice, and then some pretty loud giggling. I knew that giggle. That was definitely my wife, and she only giggled like that when I used to tickle her.

Fuck, I thought, she's planning on screwing this other guy, if she's not already.
I quickly looked at the quickest way to get there, grabbed my keys and ran out to my car. I pulled out of the drive and in a screech of tires, raced off.

As I drove I wondered exactly what I was going to do when I got there.