A Matter Perspective

"What were you doing?" he asked the first time he found her like that.

"I was trying to walk and couldn't. I just decided to crawl over to the couch. I would have made it too. Thank you for picking me up though." Was her response.

Mike thought nothing of these episodes. A couple of times he found her right next to her chair, climbing back into it. He helped her and she gave him a loving kiss.

Then one day Mike found himself scheduled to go to the conference the company was holding for their clients downtown at the Hilton. Mike found he would have to stay the night as the first day's sessions went until late at night. He would though, get to leave early afternoon the next day and go home.

When Mike told Donna, she wasn't even fazed by being alone for a single night. She told him to go, have a good time, she would get by. If anything she could crawl to where she wanted to be in-house. Mike shook his head.

"No darling, I'll get you a nurse to help you..."

"No Mike, I don't need a nurse to help me. I can do it myself, sweetheart. Believe me, I'll be fine, honey," Donna said sweetly.

"Okay dear, if you say so. But please be careful, okay?"

"I will dear. I will."

The next morning Mike was registering at the front desk in the Hilton. He checked to see if he had his cell phone every few minutes. He had forgotten to tell Donna which hotel he would be at, but she had his cell phone number so no problem there. He went up to his room, dumped his overnight bag on the bed and hurried down to the conferences.

Almost twelve hours later he was in his room. He had called Donna's cell phone at dinner and had a wonderful talk with her. So he just lay his weary body on the bed and went to sleep.

~~~~~

He was sitting in the lobby the next morning, sipping a cup of coffee when he saw a beautiful woman coming toward him who was the spitting image of his wife. He shook his head. When he looked up she was standing at the front desk with a man who looked vaguely familiar. He pulled his phone out and started taking photos of the couple. When the woman turned to the man she kissed him passionately.

He thought to himself, 'God damn she looks just like Donna.' He kept taking pictures as they started to walk toward him and the exit behind him. He hid face behind his phone acting like he was looking for something. As they passed him he turned to follow them but they had disappeared out the door and vanished. He almost ran to the door, pushed it open and moved outside. Mike looked both ways and didn't see the couple.

He went back inside and went to the conference room they would be using that morning. Sitting there at the table, he hardly paid attention. Mike sat there looking at the clearest photo he had of the woman in the lobby. Mike could swear it was Donna, except for the fact that she was walking. When the meeting was over Mike almost ran to his room, got his overnight case, then headed down to the front desk to check out.

Mike got home about an hour later. He parked in the garage. When he got out of his car, Mike reached over and felt the hood of Donna's car. It was cold as stone. It hadn't been driven in over a month. Mike grabbed his overnight bag and went into the house. Donna was sitting in her chair watching TV.

"Hi, sweetheart, how was your conference?" she asked smiling at me.

Wow, she was in a good mood.

"It was fine. Learned a lot of things," Mike said as he headed back to the bedroom.

She followed him down the hall and into the bedroom.

"Well, what did you learn?" she asked.

Mike turned to her a looked at her with confusion on his face. This was the very first time she had ever asked him about his work.

"What?" he asked in confusion

"What did you learn?" she repeated.

"What did I learn? Well, let's see... the Altus 500c can compute risk factorials at ten times the speed of our old computers. The new flat screen monitors can display the data faster and clearer. And our software is completely transportable to the new platform."

"Well, then, that's cool, right?" she asked.

"Yes, it is," Mike replied chuckling.

"What?" she asked.

"Well, you have never shown an interest in what I do for a living before," he replied.

"Not true, I knew you worked on computers and stuff," she said.

"I guess you did know that. Sorry."

"No problem. Hey, why don't we have a computer at home?" she asked.

"Well, I didn't know you wanted one and I don't want one to take up my time with you," Mike replied.

"That's sweet, but I'm home alone all day. I would like to get one so I can see what is going on in the world. Would that be okay?"

"Sure. I'll go out and pick one up. Would you like to come with?"

"No that's okay. I'll get supper ready."

"Great."

Mike changed his clothes and headed back out to the garage. He got in Donna's car, thinking it should be driven once in a while. Mike started it up and looked at the gas gauge. It was down to a quarter tank. He could have sworn he had filled it the last time he took it out. Mike looked at the trip-meter. It read zero miles, right where it should be. He always zeroes it out when he would bring it back. Maybe he didn't fill it up. Well, no matter.

Mike went to the computer store and got Donna a nice medium desktop system. The only thing he didn't like about it was that it came with Windows 10 Home on it. Mike knew that would be cumbersome and he would have to uninstall the POS. Mike wanted to use Ubuntu on it, then he thought differently. Donna would be using this, so Windows 7, it had to be. Mike already had a group license for Win7 at home so no need to hunt for one online. Mike picked out a nice monitor, 24" flat screen. And several other things he would need.

He also picked up several wifi cameras. Mike didn't know why, but he did. When Mike got home, dinner was ready and they ate. Donna was very talkative and told him about the soap operas she had been watching lately. Mike nodded and grunted in the proper place not really paying her that much attention. He was, however, looking at her all through dinner.

After dinner, Mike brought all the things he purchased, inside and started to put the system together in the den. There were two desks in there. They both had used them in the past. Mike had his and she hers. He put the computer on her desk turning it around first. Mike asked her to come in so he could check the height to see if it was okay for her chair. She zipped up to it and it fit perfectly. She left and went back to the living room to watch some TV.

It took Mike about two hours to put the things together. And boot it up. He formatted the hard drive and slipped the Win7 install disk in the DVD drive rebooting the system. Another hour to install Win7 and then install all the drivers from online and it was ready to go. Then Mike had a thought and grabbed two disks out of his briefcase. He installed the keylogger and the trace program they used at work.

The keylogger program would not only collect everything that was typed, but it would then transmit it to a server at work. The trace program would trace any URL that was typed. It would also trace any email address to an IP address, then to a physical address and transmit that information to the work server also. Both programs would then wipe the information from the home system once it received confirmation that the data had been received. He doesn't know why he did that, but the pictures he had taken that morning were niggling at the back of his mind.

Mike then mounted a wifi camera up in the corner of the room. Information about the camera said the battery would last for a three weeks. He turned it on, set up the capture program in the system and hide it from being found. It was perfect. Mike then went to the guest bedroom and mount one there. By the time he was finished, Donna was in bed waiting for him so he couldn't put one there. Mike would have to wait for that one. He did put one in the living room that also captured what was going on in the kitchen.

They were all working and in focus. Mike would know what was going on by simply logging in to his home computer from any wifi hotspot and his login wouldn't come up as a user on the system. Mike went to bed after that. Donna wanted to cuddle. He could do that. He could play with her pussy when she wanted him to, but fucking her, making love to her, still seemed like rape to him.

~~~~~

It was Saturday and Mike placed the last camera in their bedroom. Donna was on the system in the den, so Mike couldn't set it up to be captured. He went to the den and kissed her on the neck. Mike was suspicious but still not sure if that had been her or someone that looked like her. She spent a long time on the computer. She knew how to use them, but didn't know anything about how they worked or where to go and where not go on the internet. After about two hours she called for him.

"What's the matter, dear?" Mike asked walking into the den.

"This message came up. What does it mean?"

Mike looked at the screen and the antivirus software was complaining that it had found a virus in an attachment to an email.

"You have to watch out for those attachments on the spam emails, dear," he said leaning over her and typing in instructions to the antivirus program. "There, all fixed. It got rid of the email and the attachment."

"No, I wanted to see what the attachment was..."

"It had a virus in it."

"What would that do?"

"All kinds of damage. Delete files you want to keep and load files you don't want. Create havoc in the computer. It would then be useless."

"Oh! Sorry. Oh wait, there's the email I meant to open, from Julie."

She clicked on it and the email opened and then she clicked on the attachment and it was a picture of a dick.

"What the fuck is Julie doing sending you a picture of a dick?" Mike asked.

"I don't know," she said as she read the email. "Oh, she just thought I would like to see a real dick. But I have a real dick to look at any time I want."

"Some friend you have there," he said.

She deleted the picture and the email. Mike nodded and left going back to the living room to watch some TV. Donna was in and out of the den all day. She never really stayed on the computer long. She would return some emails and come in with Mike. They would hold hands while she watched TV. Then on a commercial, she would check her email to see if she got an answer.

Mike hadn't read any of her emails... yet. But he knew her password. She used the same one on all her accounts and the computer for her user. Mike would look at them after she was asleep when he would set up the bedroom camera.

That night Mike made love to her. She came almost the minute he pushed into her. Well, at least she acted like she came. She was wet before he pushed into her, so how do you tell if a woman really had an orgasm. Mike didn't know. He made love to her. She acted like she had several orgasms. It had been a long time since he fucked her except with his fingers. Once Mike came he helped her to clean up. He cuddled up behind her and waited until she fell asleep.

Mike rolled away from her to his side of the bed. He waited to see if she woke. She didn't, so he got out of bed and headed to the den to calibrate the bedroom camera. He set it up and focused it, then went back to bed. He decided to sleep instead of reading her emails.

~~~~~

On Sunday Mike and Donna went out for breakfast. Donna didn't like to go out in her wheelchair because neither of their cars would carry her electric chair. She kept suggesting to Mike that maybe he should get a pickup truck so she could have her powered wheelchair. Mike just nodded and put her standard wheelchair in the trunk of his car.

The rest of the day Mike spent watching the football games on TV, even though he really didn't like watching sports, he didn't want to have to talk to Donna. His suspicions were becoming increasingly bigger. Just the way she acted when they were together bothered him. And the more he looked at the pictures on his phone the more he became convinced that it was Donna.

And the man in the picture was very familiar also. He racked his brain trying to remember where he had seen him. He just couldn't remember. The rest of the day was boring, to say the least. He knew Donna wanted to talk to him every time she came into the living room, but he waved her quiet as he stared intently at the TV. She would look disgustedly at him and go back to the den and be on the computer.

Mike could see the screen from where he was sitting and it looked like she had downloaded an instant messaging program. She was messaging with someone. He couldn't see who, but he would check the logs tomorrow at work. The day finally came to an end. Donna wheeled herself into the bedroom and got herself ready for bed. Mike waited until he was sure she was asleep before going into the bedroom. When he climbed in bed, she reached out to him.

"What's the matter, sweetheart? You hardly said a word to me all day," Donna whispered.

"Work, dear. It's just work has been tough lately. A lot to do and not enough time to do it," Mike said lying to his wife for the first time in their marriage.

"Oh you poor dear," she said softly.

Mike didn't say a word. He felt bad for lying to her.

"Come to me, sweetheart. Let me hold you while we fall asleep," she said.

Sighing, Mike rolled to her and cuddled up. Donna wiggled into him tighter. They both lay there breathing softly. Donna fell asleep first. Mike dropped off into the darkness a little while later.

~~~~~

Monday morning was a bitch. Mike had a dream about Donna cheating on him. She was laying in their bed and he saw her with a faceless man between her spread lifeless legs pounding away at her... his pussy. He almost woke up screaming but caught himself just in time. He rolled out of bed and got ready to go to work. Donna stayed in bed as usual.

When he got to work, the first thing he did was check his emails. He had three from the server telling him there was data from his home computer. He opened the first of the keylogger files. The software printed them to a word document so they were easy to read. He gasped as he read some of the things she had been typing. He quickly switched over to the live feed of his home.

He jerked in surprise at what he saw. He actually couldn't believe his eyes. There was Donna, walking around the house. His rage started to boil over as he watched her walk. That bitch. That had been her in the hotel. Then he watched her go to the front door. He saw her look out the peephole and then open the door. The same man she had been with at the hotel came in, took her in his arms and kissed her passionately.

He knew his marriage was done, toast, finished. He continued to watch as they sat on the couch and talked. Mike turned up the sound on his computer. The camera was some distance away, but the mic was able to pick up their rather sexy discussion. He was telling her how beautiful she was. She was telling him to quit telling her that, which only made him tell her more. Then they were kissing. His hands roamed over her body.

Mike shook with rage. He sat there, sick to his stomach as he watched her act like a whore. Well, she was a whore... now. She was calling him Rick. Suddenly he knew who he was. He was even more enraged. Not only at Rick but at his whore, slut of a wife. Rick was the drunk that had smashed into the limousine and caused Donna's suffering. And now here he was feeling her up and kissing her, while she kissed him back and squeezed his hard cock through his pants.

When the guy put his fingers into Donna, Mike knew their marriage was over. He picked up his phone and called his lawyer who directed him to call another lawyer who handled divorces. Mike called him, told him about what was going on. The lawyer told him she could have the paperwork finished that afternoon and then have Donna served the next day. Mike told her to hold off until Friday. He then told her about the evidence he had and that he was going to collect more.

As he talked to the lawyer, he watched his wife and her lover go, walk, into the bedroom. They were both almost naked now. They finished taking their clothes off and climbed into bed. The guy lay on his back as Donna leaned over and started to blow him. When he was hard, she climbed on top and slid down his cock. It wasn't any bigger than Mike's. He sat there wondering why she hadn't told him about regaining the use of her legs.

He hung up with his lawyer, still watching Donna fuck the guy who almost killed her. He wondered if she knew. She didn't act like she did. Of course, she was acting like a slut so maybe she didn't care he almost killed her. Mike continued to watch as the two of them had sex. He couldn't call it love, just by the way they fucked. Maybe she did love him or him her, but he couldn't deal with all that shit right now.

For the rest of the day, Mike watched his lying, cheating wife. For three hours her and her fuck toy fucked each other over and over. When they went to the bathroom, is when he lost sight of them. No camera there. But they were soon back in the bedroom fucking each other again. After that last time, Rick left. Donna just lay in bed with a smile on her beautiful, lying, cheating face. He watched for a little while longer, but it was Donna getting dressed and sitting on the couch watching TV until the messaging program told her she had a new message.

It was from Rick the asshole telling her he would be back on Wednesday and see her then. She replied she would love that. Then she deleted all the message for that day. Mike laughed to himself that she hadn't a clue what his company did or what they could do. He follows the information that the tracker program gave him about Rick and Rick's phone, which is what he used to communicate with Donna.

Mike then sent a file to his phone via a message. Once he looked at the innocuous message the file would install itself without telling the owner of the phone. Now Mike could track Rick wherever he went. He did the same to Donna's phone. The tracker program gave him an address where Rick lived. Alone with his wife and a daughter in high school. He also found out that Rick was very, very rich and owned his own company making computer chips for specialty devices.

Mike called his lawyer back and told her about the alienation of affection lawsuit he wanted to file against Rick. He was to be served the same day as Donna. Mike was finished for the day but didn't want to go home to his slut wife. He didn't want to stay at work either. He looked at where Rick was. He transferred programs to his tablet and brought up Rick and Donna's locations. He left his office, telling his assistant that he would be back tomorrow and that she could go home if she wanted.

"Well, thank you Mister Lambert, I will," Sherry said as he walked away.

"Enjoy your day then," Mike said waving his hand in the air.

Mike went downstairs. Instead of getting in his car, he signed one out of the company motor pool. He then drove to where Rick was. It was an office building. The address fit with the information he had about his company. Mike watched as Rick texted people and talked with them. He never called Donna, only messaged her via the computer. He didn't message her for the rest of the day.

When Rick left his office, Mike was following him. As they drove Mike wondered where he was going. He wasn't headed home and he wasn't headed to Mike's house. Mike stayed three cars back, switching sides every once in a while until Rick pulled into the driveway of an unknown home. Mike parked down the street. He tapped the house number and street name into his table and had the trace program looked up who lived here.

It was the home of Courtney and Thomas Willis, the other woman hurt by this asshole. Was he fucking her too? He was at the side door. Then it was open and he went inside. Mike silently activated his phone so he could hear what was said.