Del's Story of Life with Sharon!

"Can you leave these photos with me," he asked. "They will only be seen by myself and any operatives I send out to gather information. This seems to be the kind of investigation that several people will need to be involved so no one gets suspicious of someone showing up over and over again, but if it is as you tell it, there are probably a lot of guys that show up regularly."

With that, I wrote him a check as a retainer and he said he'd get back to me in a week or two with a preliminary report, and then we could talk about our options in gathering information.

I thanked him and left to get back to work.

I kept watching the account and regularly, every Tuesday after a weekend, there were deposits that weren't mine. One week was for $8,200 and the next week was for $7,600. Must have been a slow week at the club.

The third week after I had met with the investigators, I did something stupid and around 3 AM on Saturday morning, I called her cell from a pay phone so she wouldn't know it was me. The phone rang several times and just before it went to voicemail, someone answered. "Hello," a male voice (not Bob's because I know his voice) answered.

"Is Sharon available," I asked.

"She is kind of tied up at the moment, she is in the middle of a performance," he said.

"How much longer will she be performing," I asked.

"She just started, so it could be anywhere from 10 minutes to half an hour, it all depends," he said.

"Will she be performing again after that," I asked.

"Probably," he said, "we got a lot of guys here tonight."

"Ok, thanks, I'll try to reach her some other time," I said and hung up.

My mind raced at the thought of my wife, the mother of my daughter, fucking various guys at some bar that any guy with $40 could get in to watch.

I was aroused, so when I got back home, I took a shower and jerked off to the thought of that tight cunt, her big tits, and her eager mouth sucking the guys at the bar.

A few days later, I got a call from the investigator. He asked me if I was free to meet him in his office the next afternoon. I said I was available and we arranged a time to meet.

When I got to the office we sat down and he began to read an investigation report to me.

"Subject identification: Sharon Boyd, age 32, wife of Del," he read from the document.

"I'll just give you a verbal report of my investigation pertaining to my visit to the club on Saturday morning," he said.

I told him that would be fine, and he assured me that a written report will be the product of his, and at least one associate, perhaps more, investigations.

"So, let me tell you that your wife, Sharon, is working at the club that doesn't seem to have a name on the building. I was able to identify her from the excellent photographs you provided. She has been rumored to work 2 nights, or should I say, mornings a week. Friday is really early Saturday morning and the same on Saturday is really Sunday morning. The club hours start at 2 AM, one hour after the normal hours for the club which is a topless/nude club that opens for the evening around 7-8 PM."

"Your wife does not work the early hours for the club."

"My observations were that she was there on the Friday/Saturday I visited the club. She seems to be the only woman in the after-hours club's operation."

"She was totally nude when I first saw her, except for the black high heels she was wearing. She is a strikingly beautiful woman with a gorgeous figure, and she is confident in the effect her body has on men. The men are there because this beautiful woman presents herself by being present in the club."

"I got close enough to hear her say to several of the men entering the club, 'Hi, thanks for coming tonight. I'm the reason for the cover charge. Do you think I'm worth it?' and did a twirl so they could get the full view of her. No one, that I heard, ever complained."

"She walked around for about an hour, chatting with various men and groups of men. Probably giving them the same welcome look at the goods."

"I took a seat at the bar with a good view of the stage, which the bartender told me was used by the topless/nude dancers that performed earlier."

"I asked him where they found her, and he answered that she was the 'girlfriend' of the owner. Asking if she was paid for being there and he reminded me of the cover charge. 'She gets it all,'" he said."

"That could be quite a haul, I replied, and he said it was a small percentage of what the place takes in just on the bar take alone. You do the math, $20 beers, $30 mixed drinks, times at least 3-4 drinks per guy here, if she puts on an especially good show, it could be 6-8 drinks per guy. We are open until 5, but if the joint is rocking, we ain't closing until 6, perhaps even 7."

"It all depends on the talent and she ain't disappointing the crowd. Been here about 4 months and she puts on 5 to 8 performances per night."

"Not wanting to act suspicious, that was all I asked him. I sat, watched, and took it all in."

"Every so often some big guy would come in from the back and whisper something to the bar guy. That is when things got interesting."

"Not to rub it in your face, but your wife is a slut, and exhibitionist, and from what I observed a very good fuck. She puts everything into her performance and the crowd keeps coming back because of it."

"Details? I observed your wife perform 7 times the night I was there. That is 7 times on the stage. She performed fellatio where the guy came in her mouth, one guy fingered her and used a dildo on her cunt, and she fucked 2 guys who, as far as I could see, orgasmed inside of her. In another fellatio scene where the guy came on her face and tits, she gave one guy a hand job, and the final performance was another guy fucking her doggie style. He also came inside her."

"There were the 7 'performances' on the night I visited. I did see her also fellate the bartender for a few minutes, and later I saw the bartender fuck her from behind bent over the bar. He fucked her for several minutes all the time massaging her tits (my apologies for the terms, but I know you wanted a report). She joined him behind the bar for both the fellatio and when he fucked her. I couldn't see, but I am pretty sure he came in her because after he stepped away, she exited to her 'dressing room' where she remained for a few minutes."

"Numerous guys caressed her tits, numerous guys ground their crotches against her ass, and several guys fingered her from either the front or behind. She chatted with a lot of guys and always pushed her large breasts against them and kissed them on the cheek."

"I left the club at around 5:40 that morning and the crowd was mostly still there."

"I have an associate scheduled to visit next weekend on Saturday/Sunday. I'll set up an appointment for you to meet with him and me to go over his observations."

"Sorry to report that your suspicions were correct regarding your wife. he said."

"That is fine," I said. "It wasn't like I didn't know what was going on. I do have one question. I am going to use this investigation to try to convince her to sign a divorce agreement. Beyond your written statement, which she will probably deny, I have no visual proof of what you are reporting. She could deny it all."

"True," he said. "I couldn't very well have walked in there with a camera, even a concealed device. I am working with a cyber tech guy at present. Remember those video screens your informants told you about? I can confirm that they were there and each of those video screens were projecting images from cameras that surrounded the dancer's stage."

"The lights on the stage came on only when she was going to perform. Depending on what she and her partner were doing, various camera shots were shown on the screens."

"My cyber guy is investigating how those cameras are controlled and where the data feed is sent to be used. Often live feeds have some sort of storage that can be accessed."

"Once I hear back, we may be able to access the feeds and capture images for the report."

"I'll let you know as soon as I hear from him, and I'll give you a call after my associate has a chance to make a visit," he concluded.

"OK," was all I said before I left.

On the drive home, my mind was racing. I imagined all the things the investigator said he witnessed my cheating wife do at the bar. I recalled how this all started, and how I had encouraged her to do, just about two years prior. I recalled how aroused I became watching her suck strange men's cocks. I recalled the excitement I felt watching men she had known for less than a couple of hours undress her, finger her pussy, push her head down onto their cocks before rolling her over on her back and filling her eager cunt with their cocks. Big cocks (she came to prefer men with larger cocks), average cocks, and even a few small cocks. It was her drug to arouse men and have them fuck her.

When I got home, I started imagining what she had done over the weekend at the bar, and I got aroused. I may be a sick puppy, but the images in my mind could not be contained, so I spent a few hours looking at pictures I had taken and jerking off.

It helped placate the feeling of abandonment I felt that the woman I courted, married, and had a daughter with, was living a normal life until she confided in me that she needed more sex than I could provide. Not wanting to lose her, I suggested an "alternate lifestyle" that might fulfill the sexual needs she had.

It worked for several months, either she or I would find a man, and bring them home. She had sex with them, I took photographs of the sex (if her partner allowed it), and when he had come in my wife he left and we pretended it was normal. Then Bob came along and she couldn't get enough of his huge cock.

Now, Sharon had left and was living with Bob and working at his after-hours club performing live sex shows. There was nothing I could do about it, but I needed evidence to convince her to sign a divorce agreement without the embarrassment, for me, her, and our young daughter.

About 2 weeks after my appointment with the investigator, I got a call from his associate. He advised me that he had visited the bar and wanted to discuss the details of his visit. In person would be best, he said.

So, we set up an appointment for the following Friday.

Before my visit to the investigator's office, I checked our account and saw that she was still making deposits to the account. In five weeks, time she had deposited $36,500 bringing her total deposits of 3 months to over $70,000.

When I got to the office, I met with the investigator and the tech guy.

They were sitting at a conference room table with a large monitor next to them and a laptop computer in front of the investigator.

"I think we have something for you to use," he said.

The tech guy spoke up, "8 small wireless cameras that broadcast their signals to an unsecured editing set-up with a large hard drive for storage." "The signal comes to the hard drive and is edited and displayed to the monitors. The display can be from any or all of the cameras or a few or simply one."

The tech guy looked at the screen on the laptop and hit a key. What was on his computer began playing on the monitor. "Just a random selection from the hard drive, this was from about a month ago."

The monitor lit up, and the image of my estranged wife came on the screen, she was seen from above, nude, with her large breasts being cupped/massaged by a man's hands. He was visible, probably laying on his back with her astride him. Her head was thrown back and the camera caught the expression of pleasure on her face. His hands squeezed her tits and she seemed to be moving slightly.

The view changed to another shot of them from behind and visible in this shot was her ass from behind. She moved upward slightly to reveal a man's cock emerging from her cunt. She rode his cock for several minutes before the view shifted to her fucking him from one side, then the other, then back to the overhead view and then to a straight-on view of her with his hands groping her tits and a view of a portion of the audience behind them. We watched for a few more moments, then the video stopped.

"They are very unprofessional in their data storage. The files are simply marked with the date. We have downloaded them all, starting about 5 months back. Some files are longer, some are shorter seemingly because she didn't perform as many times on those dates," the investigator said. "We have them all on our secure server and will provide you with copies of all the files if you'd like."

"I guess I would need them as my visual evidence," I said.

"We estimate you will have visual evidence that your wife performed more than 220 sex acts at the club, and these are only the recorded performances. As I told you in my earlier report, I saw her have several other sexual contacts on the evening I was there. I can confirm that the night I was there she was taped performing 7 different sex acts for the crowd," the investigator continued.

"My other associate has visited once, last weekend, and is out today or his report would be ready as well," he continued.

"Once his report has been finalized, we can meet again to discuss if you think the investigation should continue, or if you feel it has developed the information you need for your divorce action," he said.

Before I left, they turned over copies of all the files they downloaded from the bar's hard drive. It was quite a few DVDs.

On the drive home I became more and more incensed at what I had been told and what I had seen.

The next morning, I found myself consumed with anger that Sharon could do such a thing. I should have expected it because she had humiliated me several times in the past when we were into the swinging scene, often times telling the guy she was being fucked by that he was such a great lover, with a huge cock, "bigger than anything her husband could give her," and doing things with those lovers that she refused to do with me. And, there was her humiliation of me in front of Ben, when we caught Bob fucking her less than a couple of hours since we had left.

I watched the DVDs over and over, angry, but also turned on by watching Sharon fuck those strangers. I had always loved the experience of her fucking a new guy and how much she craved the pleasure and satisfaction of sex. She gave as much in return as the men gave her. Her cock sucking skills were top-notch, always making the man come, either in her mouth or often times allowing the first jet of semen into her mouth and then directing the cock to spurt onto her face and tits.

Her fucking skills were even more developed than her cock sucking. Her cunt was very elastic and could make any cock seem tight within her. She loved changing positions as well, but most men emptied their balls deep inside her cunt.

Some men could make her come, a skill that, in an effort to humiliate me even more, I was unable to provide. "Oh, God, you made me come so hard," she would say, "my husband has never made me come fucking me. It must be because your cock is so much bigger."

And Ben has relayed in his posting, the humiliation I suffered while she was fucking Bob and employing his big cock to satisfy her insatiable sexual need. I can only imagine how often he fucks her now that she is living with her. I remember one time, when we were swinging with him, when he fucked her six times, and came every time, as did she, in a little over five hours.

So, watching the DVDs, I realized that no matter how exciting it was to watch her fuck, I needed out of this marriage.

I had evidence of her unfaithfulness, and I didn't want a public record trial to determine the various aspects of a divorce. My wants were simple, joint custody of our daughter, no alimony payments to her from me, and she can keep her car, and her personal belongings. Simple, right?

Ok, so I figured I had all I needed for the divorce to be simple here's what I have, here are my simple demands, sign here honey and you can move on with whatever life you want.

So, I make an appointment with my lawyer, yea the one who was always staring at my wife's tits every time he saw us. For legal advice, at parties at our home (he especially liked our pool parties -- being a tit man he especially liked Sharon's and the bikini tops that never quite fit, or for that matter never covered more than a half of the fulness of her jugs.

Yea, Lenny was a big tit man, and Sharon's tits fell well within Lenny's area of interest.