The bulldozer sat beside my driveway as my car addled toward the road leading to my office. It was a giant reminder that my wife would be alone with construction workers for the next several weeks; one of which I was certain she wanted to have between her thighs. Kyle!

But there was no controlling it. I had to trust that she would tell me if or when she gave in to her desires. And even then there was part of me that just wanted to find out through the recordings on my secret camera. There was just something about the idea of knowing what she had done and her thinking that I wouldn’t find out…like we both had secrets. Either way, I wanted my day to go fast so I could see if anything happened during the day.

***

When the clock hit 2pm I decided to text Nan. I didn’t have anything to say. I just wanted to see if she’d respond. By the time 3pm rolled up and I hadn’t heard from her my stomach was churning and the sweat was building on my brow. My mind was going wild. What could she possibly be doing?! She didn’t know any of the guys yet!!! Still I couldn’t help but wonder what might be going on during that hour.

Finally her simple text came back saying: “Sorry. Just got done with a shower after my workout.”

Workout! Yah, right! I bet you did get “worked-out.”

***

Nan fell asleep on the couch while watching the late night news. It was the first moment I had without your being aware of my every move. It was as if she either suspected I was up to something. In reality, Nan and I genuinely liked hanging out together so she was probably just “hanging out.” But I was desperate to know what had happened that afternoon! So when she finally drifted off into her sound sleep, I found my way to my office.

I kept the video focused only on where Nan was located. At 2:00 pm, there she was, in the living room, doing Zumba. I sped up the footage and it made her look like she had gone bat-shit crazy and was flailing all over the place. I could see the darkening of her gray tank top as she sweat through the cloth. Forty minutes later, she was done and headed to the shower. I watched the water trickle down her body and watched her dance between the drops splashing soap down her breasts and thighs. I could conjure up the scent of her favorite body wash and thought for a moment that the smell was so vivid that I panicked for a moment thinking Nan might have shown up in my office again. But it was just her ghost. I stopped the video when a weird shadow developed on the screen. Fucking fly!

Then Nan dried off…and…nothing. I couldn’t believe it. I don’t know why I was so convinced that my wife had banged one of the construction guys but  I had allowed my mind to wander that far. I was relieved, yet disappointed. It was just the oddest feeling and impossible to really describe.

I scanned through the other saved recordings just so I could clear them and then delete them. I was nearly done and had my finger on the delete button for the camera hanging outside the kitchen window that had a direct view into our living room as well. But I paused. At first I thought the bulldozer driver was doing something next to the house, but he lingered too long. And then I realized he was staring in the window. I checked the time on the footage: 2:30! This was the time my wife was nearly wrapping up her exercise, stretching and, as I recalled the scene from the living room camera, she actually had taken off her sweaty tank and was finishing her cool-down in just her sports bra and short running shorts. The angle left me uncertain, but I couldn’t help but think that maybe the dozer driver was holding his hand against the front of his dirty denims while looking in on my wife.

He ducked below the window and pretended to tie his shoe. The time was now 2:40 which was when my wife had headed to the shower. The dozer driver disappeared off camera. I deleted the footage then went to the last camera footage I had: the camera outside our bedroom.

Our bedroom had huge sliding glass doors. From there a person could look right in on us and into the master bathroom if they were so inclined. And, evidently, dozer-guywas inclined because he showed up on the camera footage sneaking toward the sliding glass doors and peering in carefully. He jumped out of sight whenever my wife faced the glass but then he would slowly return to his voyeuring when she was no longer paying attention.

What dozer-guy did next was so audacious that I could barely believe what I was seeing! He gently tested the sliding glass door, which slid open just a little. Then he slid it further open and I could hear the shower raining in the bathroom through the audio on the camera with the glass door now open. So dozer-guy was sneaking into my house while my wife was in the shower! I was pissed that I had deleted the bathroom footage when the dark spot appeared. There was no way of knowing at that time that the shadow wasn’t a fly on the camera, but dozer-guy sneaking into my house to peek at my wife!

I left the footage rolling. My heart thudding inside my chest. My mouth ran dry and my palms started sweating. I watched the clock tick off time. Just before 3:00 pm, dozer-guy left through the same glass door in which he entered my bedroom. He slid it closed. Then disappeared off screen. There was no way for me to know what had happened in that fifteen minutes in my bathroom.