It had been another long day sitting at her office, business had been slow. When she had quit her job working for the consulate to start an exciting new career as a private investigator, she had been optimistic there would be plenty of work. Unfortunately, three months in and cases had been few and far between. She sighed and started to pack up her bag to leave when she heard a knocking at the door.
A man burst through, clearly very upset about something. He took a second to compose himself and apologized for being so abrupt.
"If I could just get a moment of your time Miss Silva, I think my wife is cheating on me and I don't know what to do." The man said.
Cristina took a moment to size the man up. He was attractive mid 30's and American, the kind of guy she would consider dating if circumstances were different but she knew better than to mix work with pleasure.
"I'm sure I can assist you with this matter," Cristina responded back. "Mr.? I'm sorry I didn't catch your name."
"Ryan," the man blurted out.
"Ah, I see Ryan, please tell me the story on why you think your wife is cheating on you."
The man began to tell her all about how his wife had been acting differently the last few months. Dressing up more, wearing perfume again and staying out late. At first, he had thought nothing of it and was happy to see she was being more active but then suspicion settled in when he would ask her about her day and she would dodge any questions as to why she had been home later. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and showed up here to ask for help in finding out what his wife was up to.
After getting some details about his wife Julie's schedule and a photograph. Cristina got up and shook the man's hand as he stood up. Thanking her profusely for her help with this as he didn't know where else to go. As soon as he left, she was on the case. Searching through the internet to find more information on this woman. It seemed odd; she could see the last three years of this woman's life very clearly. When she had married her husband, social media from the parties they went to, etcetera but prior to that there was no digital footprint to be seen almost as if this lady hadn't existed.
She made a mental note to ask the gentleman about that later on but for now she had done what was needed and headed home. Taking her surveillance gear with her to get a start on her observation the next morning.
Cristina woke up early the next day and headed over to a coffee shop outside of the woman's work. She had put on thick glasses and a blond wig to help disguise herself. It was unlikely that the lady would notice her but she wanted to make sure she looked unrecognizable from day to day to help avoid any suspicion as she surveilled her.
She watched Julie arrive and couldn't help but whistle to herself. The woman was very attractive in person and the heels and skirt she was wearing were doing a lot to highlight her assets. Cristina had never been with a woman but if there was ever a woman who could make her change her change that Julie might be it. The woman entered her office building and disappeared from sight. Cristina ordered more coffee and spent some time doing more research online when 2 hours in she saw the woman leaving the building and walking East. Suspicious Cristina grabbed her bag and followed at a distance.
The woman arrived at a luxury apartment building and keyed herself in. Cristina watched as she entered. Fortunately, another couple was leaving the building at the same time, she slipped in behind them and watched as the Julie walked up the stairs. The chance of being seen was high but she felt like she had no choice. Walking up the second floor to the apartments she saw the door close just in time to catch the room number.
She headed back downstairs to the lobby and struck up a conversation with the front desk attendant. He was a cute young man in his twenties, she tried to flirt a little as she worked him for information.
"I seem to have the wrong room," she said as she unzipped her jacket exposing her shoulders and the low-cut top she was wearing. Men were so much easier to get information out of when they were distracted by the thought of sex. "I was told to meet my friend in room 208 to go out for coffee this morning but when I arrived there was no answer."
The man stuttered as he tried not to stare at her chest "ah room 208 is Mr. Abernathy's room. Perhaps you were meeting with his wife Cynthia?"
Cristina leaned in exposing more of her cleavage to the man. "Oh dear, yes that's her." Cristina pulled up the phone and tried to look embarrassed "it appears I have the wrong date; it looks like we are supposed to meet tomorrow instead, maybe I will see you then," she said giving a wink before making her way out of the building.
Cristina made her way back outside and waited, an hour later the women departed, hair looking disheveled. "Not a good sign for Ryan" she thought as the woman headed back to her office building.
She settled back in at the coffee shop and did some digging on Mr. Abernathy. He was in his early 50's, a good-looking man who clearly kept in shape and a very wealthy security expert for banks. His wife Cynthia was an equally fit woman in her 40's. It was well known that the two of them were very adventurous together and always liked to try new things. Cristina closed her laptop as Julie left work and followed again but Julie made no other stops until she arrived back home. Cristina headed off and started making plans for the next days as she drove back to her house.
Cristina woke a little later than she expected, she decided to start the day at the apartment building this time and arrived there an hour before she expected Julie might arrive. She knocked on the door to Mr. Abernathy's room and after waiting a minute for an answer, she walked back down to the lobby and struck up a conversation with the cute front desk agent who was working yesterday. Explaining that Cynthia had texted her and was running late she asked the young man if he could let her in to wait for her. The man looked conflicted, clearly wanting to impress her but she could tell he was worried about getting fired.
"You know," she said "if you let me in early, I am happy to give you a little reward while we wait," looking down at his crotch to make sure he knew exactly what she was referring too.
The man gulped and nodded. Letting the other agent know he would be back shortly he walked with her up the stairs to the hotel and let her in the room. As soon as the door closed her hand was down his pants stroking his cock. He moaned in appreciation as she stroked him up and down all the way from the base to the tip. Unzipping his pants, she moved to her knees, making sure to hike up her skirt a little to give him a good view of the thong she was wearing as she leaned in to slide her lips down his cock, gently working up and down as he ran his fingers through her hair. In the end it was only a moment before he started cumming in her mouth. She was shocked he came so quick but played it off as she swallowed every drop of the young man's cum. He gave a sheepish grin as he zipped himself up and left, clearly a little embarrassed about how short he had lasted.
Once he was gone, she decided to move to the bedroom closet and hide to wait to see if Julie and Mr. Abernathy arrived. Sure enough, around 10 both of them stumbled in through the door. Hands all over each other as he threw her on to the bed and undressed her. She was already moaning as he kissed his way down her body and sucked on her nipples. Cristina had a clear view from the closet and it was hard not to get turned on watching. She quietly snapped a few pictures as he made his way down her navel until he spread her legs and started eating her out.
"God, you feel so good between my thighs." Jule moaned with pleasure, twisting and turning on the bed until her leg was shaking, shouting his name as she came.