Preface to My Short Story. I normally don't write in the 'Loving Wives' category, but this category seems so ripe for some useful maneuvers using artificial intelligence. Leave me your ideas for more LW tactics in the comments section below and perhaps that'll be a future story. ;-)
A.I. and the Cheating Wives
I thought my wife was cheating on me, but I was having a big problem proving it to myself. I would also have to prove it to others eventually, so I used some technology to solve my difficulty.
While I am a Geek -- that's with a capital 'G' -- and love anything 'Computer', I am also what I think is nice and sociable guy with some southern charm. I'm a Georgia boy: borne, raised, schooled, live, and work there. I have a circle of friends and am somewhat athletic. Since college, I jog and occasionally play golf on weekends, usually walking the eighteen holes with a pull cart. I only weight ten pounds more than I did when I graduated high school and went to college. I eat healthy.
Camryn, who everyone calls 'Cam' was my wife. She's a doll, and the antithesis of my Geekness or Nerdness. She's really social, and was a social butterfly in college where we met at a fraternity party. We got along, we dated, we got more serious, we got engaged just after our graduation, and married a year later. We were both twenty-three.
Cam is 'Hot'. She five-foot-five, blue eyes, natural blonde, and stacked. She won a couple of beauty contests before she got to high school, where she got into cheerleading and expanded her social life when her parents allowed her to start dating. She was even the homecoming queen her senior year. I didn't know her then, and how we ended up together was a slight mystery to me.
Cam took a degree in 'Business' in college, where we met. I was a computer science major, and I specialized my last year in cyber security and artificial intelligence. I went to work for a company that uses all that stuff, and Cam got a job helping evaluate insurance claims for a company not that far from where we rented an apartment. We lived and worked near Atlanta.
We were the Happy-Go-Lucky couple in our mid-twenties, and were 'up' for just about anything. We worked hard and played hard. Cam drew me out of my introvertive shell. We were at a party or cookout of some kind most weekends, and became close friends with Jake and Jenn, and Ross and Holly. If I say so myself, we were all handsome, gorgeous, athletic, and dedicated to getting a solid start on adult life.
I worked with Ross. Cam worked with Jake. Their spouses had other jobs around the area -- one in real estate, and one in a trust bank. We each had aspirations to make more money than we were, so were dedicated to our work during the week. That said, none of us were even close to rich. We lived near each other, but not in the same neighborhoods, and all our houses were small rentals. Ross called them 'Starter Homes'.
About six years into our marriage, things had slowed down to sex only a couple of times a week, and we were obviously taking each other for granted more than not. We made assumptions about the other that were accurate more often than not.
Holly, Jenn, and Cam started to have a girl's night out. That's when Jake, Ross, and I started to have a simultaneous poker night, joined by Aaron and Dean -- both lawyers and neighbors that the other guys introduced to our table. Our wives would congregate at one house or another and then head out as we broke out the cards and chips.
I was slow on the uptake, but a few things finally got my attention after we'd had this routine for Friday nights for over six months.
First, the evenings had gotten later and later. We would play cards and drink until the three women would come back from their girl's night out, and then end the card game. At first that was around nine-thirty, but over those months it became more like midnight. There always seemed to be a good explanation: a great band, dance demonstration, a floor show where they went, and so on.
Second, our lovemaking subtly slowed over that time period to once or twice a week, with twice becoming rare. I sensed Cam's lack of enthusiasm, but didn't call her on it. Further, we weren't making nookie on our Friday party night despite my interest in the subject.
Third, a night or two during the weeks leading up to the six-month mark for the Friday party nights, Cam would work late. She'd rarely worked past five or five-thirty in the past, so this was a sudden departure from normal, and was a weekly event. On 'late nights', she'd be home around eight o'clock -- nothing outrageous, but career building she said. She'd come in, shower and change into casual clothes, and then eat a late dinner, particularly if I'd prepared something.
Fourth, I started reading erotic stories on Literotica, particularly the Loving Wives stories. Those in turn made me suspicious as all fuck about what Cam was doing (a) on her late work nights, and (b) on her girls' night out.
My first foray to see whether there was anything I should worry about was simple. I made sure the Find Friends app on her phone was working, and that I could see where she was.
I found it odd that she went back to our house at lunch time mid-week for over two hours. She was late that night, and I didn't say anything that evening when she got home. She never mentioned it, only that they had an endless backlog of claims to process at work. I felt something was more than a little off about that.
My second incursion into surveilling my wife was to put two simple cameras around the house while Cam was out shopping one Saturday morning. I put one outside looking across the front of the house past the front door that we use all the time, and the other in the bedroom with a view of our bed. I'd always wanted a door cam, and if Cam was cheating in some way, I figured she'd use our bed.
I learned little. Cam did go home midday the next Thursday, was alone, and never went into the bedroom. I wondered whether she'd discovered one or both of the cameras.
Friday night, things did get more interesting. Based on the Find Friends app, the girls' night out consisted of dinner at a popular restaurant and then a visit to the Memories Lounge about five miles north of our home just off one of the main highways. I knew little about Memories. Cam had never mentioned going to a club and my nose twitched at her dancing and drinking with not only her girlfriends, but whoever else happened to be around.
I visited Memories late on Saturday afternoon while running errands, just to check out the place. My take was that it was a Meat Locker on Friday nights when the lounge got into the full swing of things. That gave me pause for thought. Over a beer, I asked the bartender about webcams, and surprise upon surprise, they had four online webcams: three overlooked the crowd and tables from several angles, and another swept over the dance floor and the band. The four cameras streamed to the Internet to promote Memories as the hip place to go. A few seconds later, I was watching myself on my iPhone as I finished my beer and headed home. I knew what I'd be watching the next girls' night out.
Wednesday was a puzzle. Cam went home for a long lunch. Holly and Jenn were with her. I think they ate, and then were off-camera for over an hour. I wondered where they were in the house, or even whether they'd gone out in the back yard.
The next day I got the alert on my phone that she was in motion away from her office, I started tracking her and also checked on the home cameras. I could see Cam pull into the driveway and park and then she and an unknown male went into the house. They didn't emerge for two hours, and they didn't go into the master bedroom. Damn!
I knew that I had a major problem at that point, but I had no real evidence about the actual infidelity. I wondered who the guy was. I'd taken a dozen screen shots of him as he went into the house, but there was no recognition. There was no doubt in my mind that my wife was cheating. I just needed to figure out how to deal with it. I wanted more information before I started some serious action myself.
That weekend, I added two more cameras -- living room and the guest room.
Friday night, as usual, the three girls went out and the card game started with the five of us. I was highly distracted and lost some money. Eventually, Cam, and I assume Jenn and Holly, went to Memories again according to the Find Friends app. I gave them thirty minutes to get established in the lounge, and then excused myself from the game for a couple of hands.
I booted up my laptop in the kitchen and got on the Memories website. The place had a live band playing and a lot of people were dancing, including the three women. As the camera on the dance floor panned the area, I caught a good shot of Cam and her dance partner -- the same guy that she'd been at the house with. Fuck!
I took more screen shots and got some good ones. I recorded in video format everything going on, too. The lounge's webcams were high resolution. I took shots of Holly and Jenn and their partners, too. Then I watched as the plot thickened. I labeled the men Guy #1, #2, and #3.
A minute later, on another camera, I saw Cam hand her cellphone, that I was tracking, to Holly. Holly put the phone in her back pocket, and went back to kissing the guy that she'd been dancing with. Cam and Unknown Guy #1, disappeared out the door of Memories. I wondered where she was going and knew it wasn't a good thing.
I had no way to track her. I was left hanging. I watched Jenn and Holly making out in a booth with their boyfriends. About an hour later, Cam and Guy #1, as I called him now, reappeared. Holly passed Cam her phone back, as well as her cellphone. Now, I was really suspicious. Holly and Guy #2 disappeared for forty-five minutes, before returning. Jenn and Guy #3 then disappeared for an hour. They didn't want their cellphones tracked; that was obvious.
By this time, we'd ended the game. Aaron and Dean had left, and I shared my findings with Ross and Jake. I played back my recordings of the online cameras, including the two handoffs of cellphone, and eventually the return of Jenn and Guy #3. There was one more slow dance with a lot of kissing and making out, and then the three women left the club.
In the twenty minutes it took for them to appear at the house, the three of us agreed not to say or do anything until we got more information. I guaranteed that I could get more data with some additional surveillance and some prowling around at Memories. We were all angry and tried to hide it. We each blamed losing at poker for our sour attitudes.
That week Cam didn't go home for lunch alone or with anybody. I played the week straight, and so did Ross and Jake.
