A confession about interesting hotel experience – 01

She turned around and went upstairs to bed. I had another beer and followed her.

As I sat on my side of the bed, I asked her. “Did you know about this assignment of Dee’s?”

She said quietly. “She said she might be seeing him this weekend.”

“Does Frank know?”

“I don’t know.” She rolled over and looked at me. “I’m not getting involved.” I knew that look. I believed her.

I slid into bed and across to her and slipped my arms around her and gave her a huge smile and then a loving kiss then drew her onto my shoulder. One of her favorite places. Nothing more needed to be said.

A week later after a long phone call with her mother Shellie asked if we could go and see her parents in a few weeks’ time? They had some little jobs that needed doing. I liked Mavis and David. They are nice, so I had no problem with that. We drove down to Gloucester on Friday. It was too late to do much, Shellie and her mum just chatted, catching up about Shellie’s old friends, family news and local gossip. David I and I just muttered at the right time and had a few beers.

We had a nice day with them, I got on with some jobs that I wanted to do for the oldies. They’re not that old really, David’s only 65 but the arthritis in his hands is causing him gyp. That prevented him from doing the fiddley jobs. I was glad to help.

We went out for a meal in the evening, so the oldies could have a drink. I drove. Towards the end of the meal Shellie ‘s phone started that annoying giggling frog. She didn’t even look at it, she just turned it on to vibrate. That’s the thing about texts you can get around to them when you have time. The food was great and the company was excellent. On the drive home I could still hear her phone vibrating.

We got in and had a few more drinks. David had got me some Crafty Old Hen, so I had a couple of bottles of that. The other three were a little bit tiddly when they went upstairs, it had been a good evening. Although I wondered about the texts from Dee, there had been quite a few. We got to bed, and Shellie was feeling a bit amorous. It didn’t feel right doing it with her parents in the next room, which was strange because when we were courting, we would do it anywhere we could and sometimes they were in the next room wide awake, not asleep like now.

It was about one o’clock when the Crafty Old Hen hit my bladder and I made my way to the toilet. Shellie’s phone was on the dressing table, and I heard it vibrate and it lit up. I shouldn’t have done it, but I had a look at it. It was from Dee, at that time of the morning, what was she up to? It was just a preview.

“Oh my God he is fantastic, you have got to try him, even if it’s just the once. I’ll…” that was where the preview ended. I know I shouldn’t, but I took the phone to the toilet with me. We knew each other’s passcodes. I opened up the messages folder from Dee. There were only the previews, none of them had been opened so Shellie hadn’t seen what was happening, but it was obvious from what I read she was with Harold overnight, and all that that meant.

I wondered if this weekend away was arranged as some sort of spa weekend and that’s what Frank was told. I didn’t have his number so I couldn’t confirm anything with him. I didn’t open any of the messages. I did my business in the toilet. I didn’t flush, I didn’t want to wake Shellie up or to let her realize I’d seen her phone.

I was up early on Sunday to finish a few things I wanted to do around the house for David. I had the tea made when they all got down at about nine. As Shellie dropped her phone on the induction charger it lit up. From what I could see she hadn’t looked at any of the messages from Dee, but I couldn’t be sure

“Dee and Frank must have been busy last night with all the messages you kept getting, anything interesting?” I asked.

I think up until I’d mentioned it, she’d forgotten about the messages. She looked at her phone and then quickly disappeared into the other room. It sounded like she was talking to Dee, but I couldn’t understand what they were saying. When she came back her face looked flushed.

Something had happened.

We got everything sorted, packed the car and headed home. Once we got settled on the M5 heading north I said to Shellie. “Sounds like Dee was busy this weekend?” I didn’t mention Frank’s name, just Dee’s.

“Yes, I think they’ve had a good weekend.”

We were nearly home, not a lot had been said in the car. Shellie seemed to be concentrating on something. We’d left the motorway, and we were stopped at some traffic lights. I’d been bothered, so I tried to clear the air. I thought I would come straight out with it, no pussyfooting around.

I turned in my seat and faced Shellie, I said. “If I find Dee’s been shagging Harold this weekend and you’ve helped her by arranging this visit to your Mum and Dad’s, I will never forgive you and I will think seriously about our marriage because I warned you not to do it.” The lights had changed and the car behind me was beeping his horn.

The next 10 miles drive home was utterly silent. When I glanced at her she was looking down at her hands in her lap. Shit she was guilty.

We got home and I decided it was time for a beer, probably a tad early. Shellie went upstairs and unpacked and put the dirty clothes in the washing hamper. When she came down, I think she’d been crying. Her eyes are a bit red. She offered to go and get a Chinese takeaway for tea to save cooking. I agreed, as I had already had a beer, I let her do it.

She came back with the Chinese and as it’s next to the supermarket she bought me some more Crafty Old Hen. I did wonder if she had spoken to Dee whilst she was out. I had got the plates and everything ready.

She was quite subdued when we sat down to eat. Halfway through she said to me, “Sweetheart I haven’t helped Dee, but I did tell her we were going away this weekend. This was not a special thing. I arranged this so you could do the little jobs for Dad with his hands playing up.

I didn’t arrange it so she could go off and have sex with Harold, but I think she’s taken the opportunity knowing that you and Frank don’t mix in the same circles. I’m sorry sweetheart I didn’t think she’d do it. But I’ve had enough text messages and talks on the phone to know that she has. I don’t know what to do? Do I tell Frank or do I keep out of it. She’s my best friend and she’s ruined her marriage.”

“What you have to do is to think about it and make your own decision. The one you’ll be able to sleep with at night, and look at yourself in the mirror and say ‘I did the right thing’, and most importantly, look Frank in the eye next time we see them out together.”

We watched a spot of telly. I had a couple more of those beers and we went to bed. No sex, just cuddling and I’m certain just before I went to sleep, she whispered. “I’m sorry sweetheart.”

She was late home from work on Monday and despite the fact she phoned me and told me, it still worried me. During dinner she told me she had a long chat with Dee, she got some of the gory details, but she wasn’t going to share them with me. That was good. She warned Dee that she wouldn’t tell this time, but next time if she found out she would not do the same thing. Also, if Frank asked her a direct question, she would not lie.