A fictional short story based on a fantasy I had…
I had become suspicious of my wife’s movements lately and on an ordinary Sunday something gave me a hunch to follow her and so I did. That hunch being why did she need to be wearing 5 inch high heel mules just to run errands. I stayed hidden, making sure I wasn’t seen until she arrived at her sister’s husband’s workplace. At first my worries began to fade as I figured she must be getting or passing along something for her sister as she often did but for some reason I followed through and tailed her, staying out of sight until I found a clear view of her entering his office where she closed the door behind her.
I had a good vantage point through the window and watched her enter as she placed her bag on one of the chairs then proceeded with what looked like their standard greeting. I began to feel foolish as I thought about going through all this cloak and dagger nonsense only to find out I was wrong when I noticed him sit back in his chair and my wife hopped up on the desk in front of him.