Beth got the job at the Factory two years ago. And it changed our lives in several ways. Beth was my dream girl from the very first time I saw her. We had been best friends for ever and married just out of high school. I was her first and only and she mine and it stayed that was into our seventh year of marriage.
Beth is the most beautiful woman I know and always has been and not because she is my wife. But because she really is the most beautiful woman I know. At just under 5'2" and 123 lbs and short cropped blonde hair, with 36c cup breasts and round flared hips to match. Her beautiful features are sharp and eye catching. My Beth is a stunning woman.
I worried about the factory job. I had heard all the rumors of people spending many more hours a week with others than their mates, and I knew it was true. I began to worry even more after she had worked past the first year as our sex life slowed down. We went from a couple times a week to once and then to maybe once every two weeks.
Beth had gone to the night shift after the first two month break in period. So she went to work at 7pm and got off at 3am. She got home by 3:30 am most nights. But a year later she was not getting home till nearly 5am most mornings. I ask Beth about it and she said it just takes longer now to switch over to the day shift. Which made some since. I refused to start checking on her.
I knew I needed to trust her. And if she caught me checking on her it could damage the trust in our relationship. I finally began to hear rumors of my wife seeing someone. I still refused to begin to check on her.
I did finally ask Beth about it. I told her I had heard she was seeing two different guys.
"Dale, do you believe what you are hearing?"
"Sweetheart, I don't want to believe anything I hear about anything you could even think about doing. But I have heard it from three different people now."
"So does that make it true?"
"I hope not, but that is why I am asking you about it."
"In my time working in the factory I have learned that rumors run wild about everyone who works there. Some are true but most are not. I pay very little attention to any of them. And you should too."
She never really answered my question. So my next option? Nothing left but to check on her. I parked outside the plant parking area and waited at 3am. Beth's car never moved. So she left in another car. She was home a little after 5am.
So the next morning I had found a place in an open area I parked and waited in a borrowed car. At 3am I spotted her as she came out. She crossed with a man following her to a Blue Pickup Truck and he got in the drivers side she in the passenger side. She slid over next to him and he drove out. I got the tag number.
I have a good friend who is a cop. He ran the plate for me. So now I knew his name age race and address. I was setting at his address at 3am the next morning. At 3:15am the pickup pulled into his drive. He got out the drivers side a woman got out behind him. With his arm around her shoulders they entered his house. All I could see is she was blonde, small , short, and well built. Maybe my Beth. I waited ten minutes.
I walked the nearly a block to his house and circled it. There was a light on in the back of the house. But the shades were drawn. I could hear muffled talking but a radio or player was playing music so it was not good. In the next room the shades were up and a light was on in what I figured was the bathroom. I stood in the dark a waited for the bathroom trip after sex.
I stood and kept watch. An hour passed. As 4:30 neared the bedroom door opened and a woman nude was in the open door way. But only a black shape coming out of the light Her beautiful back side was in the light going into the bathroom. A possible could be? I waited the few minutes she was in there and then those beautiful tits came fully out in the bathroom light and Beth's face followed.
I walked back to the car and drove home. She was twenty minutes behind me. So now I didn't need to ask I knew she was fucking someone and not just someone, I knew who, where, and almost every morning. But was there more truth to the rumors? Was she seeing two guys?
It really didn't matter, did it? I had already proven my wife was fucking one guy. In fact and in reality a colored guy. She had looked beautiful when she came completely naked from the bathroom of his house after their love making. So anyway I decided I needed to know just because I wanted to.
I watched every night for two weeks and she actually went to her own car three night and headed home and wanted us to enjoy love making. The other nights she again went to the same colored man's car with him and rode with him to his home and spent the rest of time before returning home in his bed with him.
