Several years after Pam and I split up, I was surfing an interracial porn site and noticed the sex thigh-his in this photo and thought to myself, "Those look just like the thigh-his that Pam used to wear under her business pants suits when she went on business trips to Washington, DC." (It was our inside joke that under those conservative slacks were sexy panties and those killer hose.) I almost shit my pants when I looked at the woman's face and it was Pam. Then I looked at the guy and he looked familiar. He looked like Derick, a contractor to her office in DC.
To say that I looked carefully at the photo would be an understatement; I examined every part of it and found many details that confirmed that it was Pam. The hair is the style she changed to about 5 years after we got married, the necklace is the one I gave her for our 6th anniversary. The tits and nipples are virtually identical to hers, the navel is a tiny "innie" like hers. The finger nail polish is the same neutral shade as the polish she wears.
I recognized the background as the "dungeon" that her ex boyfriend and Dom, Jack had in the lower level of his townhouse in the Maryland suburbs of DC. I had been there once to try to thwart Jack's attempt to use a "Best of Pam" porn video to blackmail her into having sex with him the night before our wedding. I made Jack show me the video and that bed, the wireless house phone, and the funky red and white and pink shower curtains are unmistakable. They were in the background for a lot of clips in the blackmail video.
Then there is that facial expression, not exactly the ecstasy you would expect on a woman who is enjoying having her pussy eaten. That too confirms that it is Pam; she hated oral sex both giving and receiving. It seems that someone else must have photographed her and that brings us to the question of who. I am pretty sure that it was Jack. She lived with him for three years as his submissive and she told me that the last Wednesday of every month he had an orgy in the "dungeon" and she acted as the hostess. Jack was blatant voyeur and would photograph virtually any one at the orgies.
It wasn't until I found this photo that I realized just how many of Pam’s frequent business trips to DC were the last week of the month. (A clue that I missed to her cheating.)She would usually go on Tuesdays and come back Thursday evening almost always staying at her friend Mary's apartment. We made it a custom to call home every night when we were on business travel using a calling card. When she was away the calls were always a lot shorter than when I was away, particularly when she was at Mary's because she said that didn't want to tie up Mary's phone.(Another missed clue). In retrospect, I suspect that she was really at Jack's townhouse most of those times.
I wondered about when the photo might have been taken. For a brief moment I thought it might have been before we met but then I remembered the necklace and the thigh-his. I estimate the photo as sometime between 1998 and 2001.Another detail was that Derick also happened to be the son of the black minister that married Pam and I in 1990. He had accompanied his father and helped him with the service. He was only 17 at that time and still in high school. I didn't see him again until about 8 years later. Both Pam and I were in DC (We worked for the same agency.) and Derick was in her office talking to her. When I walked in, they seemed startled as if I had interrupted something intimate (Another missed clue). Pam introduced him because I didn't seem to recognize him; he looked a lot different from the wedding. She bragged that that scrawny teenager was a now grad student of Jack's and he was working on the contract that Jack had with her office. (Yet another missed clue). Derick died in 2001. He got sepsis and waited too long to go to the hospital. When Pam heard, she was grief-stricken. I thought it was because she was such a sensitive person (The final missed clue with Derick).
How could I have been so out of touch with what was going on?
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