Sometimes being a private detective wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Sitting in his car Mike Marshal, or "M & M" as his friends called him thought this was one of those times.
Though his initials matched the candy of the same name, it was for that reason he was really called M & M, as he sat popping the colored candies one after another into his mouth. Mike had been trying to quit smoking for over two years now. Unsuccessfully, though he had managed to cut back to a pack a day down from nearly three. The downside was he'd put on a little extra weight with all the M & M's he was now consuming as an 'in-between' substitute.
It was also hot. Nearly one hundred, and Mike's air conditioner wasn't working. He felt the perspiration once again gather on his forehead wiping it off with an old discarded McDonald's paper napkin. He had plenty of those, they were scattered all over the floor of his car.
This was the part he hated the most. Waiting. Sometimes waiting for hours for absolutely nothing. But he was being paid to wait. And as much as he actually disliked the guy, he had offered Mike a substantial amount of cash over and above his normal rate to follow the guy's wife and find out if she was indeed fooling around on him. On the one hand, Mike hoped she wasn't. He'd seen photos of her, she was damn attractive, and damn sexy. But on the other hand, if she was, then he couldn't actually blame her either. It was a 'catch-22' situation for him. Mike needed the money in order to pay the bills, but despised the guy who'd hired him.
He'd followed 'Mrs. Anderson' for the better part of three days now. Once to the grocery store, (that was fun) and once to the beauty parlor where he'd sat in the damn heat sweating to death while she sat inside a nice cozy air-conditioned room having her hair and nails done. And very likely a bikini wax according the services the sign out front had offered. He'd begun thinking that there wasn't much to this case when she'd pulled into one of those corner convenience stores. Curious, he'd gone inside picked up several packages of M & M's, and stood off to one side as she purchased one of those phone-cards. Not a good sign. But beyond that, not much else of any real interest had occurred.
Mike figured he'd give it a week, that's what he'd been paid for anyway, and hopefully be able to tell the guy that there wasn't shit going on. He continued to glance towards the home. Her car sat parked in the drive where it had all morning long ever since Mr. Anderson had gone off to work. If she were going to do anything, it would be after her husband had left. Mike glanced at his watch, "10:45," he told himself. It was early yet. But chances were it was going to be another long boring day.
Mike saw movement along side the house. "What the fuck?" If he hadn't been watching he'd have missed it. "Damn! Shit! Damn!" he said again. He was pissed for two reasons, one...it had happened too fast for him to grab his camera, and two..."well damn!" he said again leaving it at that. He saw "April" quickly open the side door of the garage letting the man in. She had taken a quick glance around for a moment or two afterwards, telling Mike that whatever it was she was doing, she was a little nervous about it.
"Stupid!" he said to himself. "If you're gonna fool around babe, don't do it at home!" Having no choice now, Mike grabbed his camera along with a much smaller one that had a wide-angle lens. He quickly made his way down the sidewalk acting as though he had every right in the world to be there. Which he did, until turning off just before the Anderson property, short-cutting over a small decorative fence where he soon found himself standing beside the house around back. He knew where he was going. He'd already been given a sort of 'pass-key' should it become necessary. And unfortunately, now it had.
The Anderson's had a pretty good-sized solarium as part of the indoor-outdoor patio area, adjacent to that, and connecting it, an even bigger greenhouse. Bob Anderson loved growing tropical plants, it was his hobby though Mike suspected the man loved his plants more than he loved his wife, or he wouldn't have had need for his services.
Mike unlocked the door to the greenhouse stepping in. It was like entering a jungle. And though there was a long narrow path going along two sides of the greenhouse, there was plenty of foliage to conceal his approach towards the open-ended portion of this area connecting the solarium itself. Even so, he moved quietly and cautiously until he actually heard voices, then froze!
"I told you before I don't like coming here," the man's voice spoke.
"Well I certainly can't go back to your place!" April told him. "What if he really is having me followed!" she said.
"Fuck!" Mike said silently. "Why is it that every idiot that thinks his wife is fooling around on him threatens to first tell her he'll have her followed, then actually does it?" It made his job all the harder whenever someone did that, almost as though it was giving the spouse a 'fair-chance' to get away.
"Oh and you think it's safer for me to come here?" Mike heard the man question.
"Bob's too stupid to think I'd actually bring someone here," April answered. "So yes...I think it really is safer. Either this or the Grove," she added. "At least going up there along the old road, I could for sure tell if anyone was following me!"
Mike knew the area. The "old-road" as April had referred to it, was a favorite amongst hikers and campers. It was a long, narrow dirt road that wound up along side of Miner's Mountain. It had plenty of trails, but more importantly, a lot of seclusion. She was right, if Mike attempted to follow her there, she'd know it and no doubt become suspicious.
"I'd prefer going there," the man then said.
"Fine, then that's where we'll go day after tomorrow," she replied. "I'll meet you at the Miner's cabin near the north ridge at noon."
Mike smiled. He knew the area well. The miner's cabin had been restored as a tourist attraction with all kinds of memorabilia from the early 1800's when there was rumored to be several silver mines in the area. He'd actually played inside the old cabin as a young boy. April had just made his job a lot easier sadly enough.
"So, you going to be all pissy? Or you going to lick my pussy instead?" April asked in what now sounded like a little-girls voice.
He didn't answer for a moment, Mike actually wondered if the guy was seriously weighing the two options. Given a choice, Mike knew what he'd rather do, his cock already acknowledging that fact.
Ironically, though sometimes Mike hated doing what he did, there were a few interesting perks that went along with it. He got to see a lot of people fucking for one thing, and for another, he had a fairly large collection of pornographic photos, though he always assured his clients they had all the copies along with the negatives. He never revealed to anyone he had copies however, it could mean his license. So it was he never even shared them with any friends. No, the few he actually had kept where for his own personal amusements and enjoyment.
"You sure he won't come home and surprise us?" the guy asked.
"Positive. Shelly told me that if he even left his office saying he was going to the bathroom, she'd call."
Mike laughed quietly. "Good old April, she not only had an accomplice, but a spy as well," he thought. Actually giving her extra points for that one.
Mike crept even more slowly, more cautiously down the long narrow isle until he could see the two of them clearly sitting outside on the patio. He would have to take his photos through the foliage of the greenhouse, but it was doable, and in a way, almost funny. He felt like a big game hunter in the Amazon stalking wildlife. Only the wildlife he was about to photograph wouldn't appear in any National Geographics magazine!
Some of the photos he would of course take and turn over to his client. Others, the far more explicit ones, he would keep for himself and add them to his very private collection.
Situated as he was, Mike zoomed in with the telephoto lens. Even as close as he was, he wanted a good clear picture not only of the guys face, but hers as well, documenting that the two of them were truly together. At the moment though, he had to pull back some in order to get them both in the picture. Though April was naked, the guy wasn't. April now kneeling before him, unzipping his fly, removing his prick. Mike gave her a few extra points. "The guy did have a big one!" he mused.
He clicked away as she began running the tip of her tongue along and around the head of the guys rapidly hardening dick. Mike could feel his own cock begin to swell in lusty appreciation, another one of the side benefits of the job. When he was fortunate enough anyway, this part of the job never failed to make him horny. A natural voyeur, which was part of the reason he'd become a private detective in the first place, watching people having sex without their being aware they were even being watched was part of Mike's own personal enjoyment. He'd even masturbated on occasion when it was actually safe enough for him to do so. He found himself wondering about that now, though quickly surveying his escape route and the danger factor of actually being discovered. He smiled as he saw several places where he could hide quickly if necessary, and knew he would also have plenty of warning should they for whatever reason, even head over in his direction.
"Damn baby, you really can suck a mean cock!" The guy informed her breathing huskily now as April continued to mouth him, increasing the tempo slightly as her head began bobbing back and forth, as she mouth-bated his cock for him.
"You mean like this mean, angry looking cock?" she asked a moment later replacing her mouth with her hand, still jerking his prick though considerably more slowly now. She waved it at him as though he'd never seen it before.
"Yeah...like THIS mean fucking angry cock!" he replied taking it from her, now slapping the side of her face, her cheeks with it as he abused himself against her.
Mike noted that April seemed to be getting off on his doing that as she immediately reached down between her legs and began fingering her pussy while he did.
"Oh yeah baby, do that for me!" he stated, noticing that she was indeed now fingering herself. "You know how much I love watching you," he told her. "Yeah, me too!" Mike admitted silently as he took yet another photo.
Mike watched as April sat back, spreading her legs even more obscenely as her fingers busily began working her cunt. Mike zoomed in taking another photo, this one for himself. Having his own darkroom had its advantages as well. This is one he would actually blow up, and he knew it. He had a damn good camera, and he knew the crystal clarity of her exposed pussy, the folds of her wet lips glistening with her "honey-dew" as Mike called it, would make for one fucking, damn nice jerk-off picture!
