Pedigree Crush With a Twist of Passion: Chapter Thirty Eight.

It was the day of the garden party and Phil was in the bad books as he left the house for work. Danni had wanted him to take the whole day off to be with her and the boys but he had a backlog of work on his desk and had insisted on going in until lunch time. When he got to work, and pulled his car into his own parking space with his name painted on the floor, he found that his was the only car there. The blinds were still drawn on the office windows. Max and that dim admin girl were supposed to be in from eight, it was now just short of nine o’clock. He put his key in the lock and found the place empty. Literally empty. There was neither a potted plant nor a stick of furniture in the place. Desks, computers, filing cabinets and white boards, they were all gone. He thought that they’d been burgled. Until he saw the note pinned to the toilet door.
My Darling Philip. Your services are no longer required. I have dispensed with the staff and have cleared the office. Your employment has been terminated, effective immediately. On a personal note, I should return home straight away, if I were you, your world is about to come crashing down and your wife needs you.
Vengeance will be mine, Goodbye.
Yours never, Conseula xxx
His mind was racing. At first he thought it was all an elaborate practical joke. Connie wasn’t answering her phone. It rang with the discordant tone of a phone that had been withdrawn from service. His mind was reeling. He’d never been a man of keen wit, subtleties of Connie’s joke on him trickled into his mind drop by acidic drop. He realised that his world had just turned upside down.
They had arranged for Danni and the boys to go to the hotel early. Phil was worried sick when he turned into their drive and saw her car parked there.
In his haste to find out what was wrong his key got stuck in the door. Danni had promised that she would go to the hotel when she got the boys sorted, to help with the last minute arrangements. She was very good at organisation. She was also very reliable, Violet liked her. She would never have let her mother-in-law down and had to face her disapproval, unless something was wrong. Phil’s first thought was that something had happened to one of his boys. He felt cold dread griping in his stomach. ‘What is it? What’s the matter? Are the boys all right?’ he yelled, bursting into the lounge. The children weren’t there. Danni sat alone on the sofa, her face red and swollen with crying, tears still coursing down her face. She didn’t say a word.
A DVD had been running on the recorder when he’d gone into the room. Danni stopped it, pressed rewind and set it playing again. He stood as though frozen to the floor, He was transfixed on the screen, horrified. She pressed stop, rewind. The movie halted and then ran backwards and Phil saw the foul images running in reverse for a few seconds. She hit stop and play. The same section of the movie played again.
Phil was lying on a bed. It was clearly him. His mind was racing, wondering if he could say that it was a super imposed image of his face on somebody else’s body, but he knew that he couldn’t. It was him and there was no escaping that fact.
Phil lay naked on a bed with Connie’s head between his legs sucking him off. He was bending forward so that he could watch her mouth bobbing on his cock. His face contorted in ecstasy. His wife was watching the exact moment when he came and Connie pulled her head away at the last second so that he exploded all over her face and tits. Danni didn’t say a word. She pressed stop, rewind. She hit stop and play and the sequence began again.
‘Honey, it meant nothing. I can explain.’
Danni spoke as though she was a robot. Her voice sounded as though her larynx was made of metal. ‘Get your things and get out.’
He saw the note from Connie on the arm of the chair. Presumably it had come through the post with the DVD. It was a note informing her that her employment had been terminated and that her husband was crap in bed. Philip couldn’t take it all in. He just wanted to be with his Mother. She’d tell him how to make it all right with Danni.
‘It’s Mother’s garden party,’ he said in a small, pathetic voice. ‘You need to get ready. You’re not even dressed yet.’
‘Get out.’
Philip left the house without another word. He’d go to the party; he wouldn’t say anything today, it would spoil Mother’s big event. Danni needed time to calm down and then they could move forward and put all of this behind them. He’d pretend that everything was fine. It would be fun. He’d have a laugh with James. He could just pretend. He could do that. Danni would be okay and he’d deal with it tomorrow. Connie had shown him that Danni was pretty boring anyway. It had been fun up to now, but if it was all going to get heavy, like last time, then maybe he was better off. Phil liked being single. He was more worried about his job than his marriage. But it could all wait until tomorrow.