Part 1: Alana's Sex Toys. I find my wife's sex toys and spy on her pleasuring herself.
Part 2: Alana's Extramarital Affair. I find out my wife cheats on me.
Part 3: Alana's Planned Gangbang. I find out my wife planned a gangbang.
Chapter 1
It had been almost a week since I discovered my wife Alana had a large collection of sex toys and lingerie, bought for her by other men that she met on a webcam site. I had put security cameras around the house to spy on her when she "worked" from home, a voice-activated recorder in her car, and a secret GPS tracker on her phone.
One last piece of the puzzle that I had yet to crack was what she did on days she was supposed to go into the office. Her job - her former job, I should say - was mostly remote, but every Friday, she was required to go into the office for in-person meetings. I found out with a "fake reference check" call to HR that she, along with another employee, Nic, had been "involuntarily terminated" for undisclosed reasons about two weeks ago. Nic was now one of her subscribers on the webcam site, and bought her an absurd amount of stuff, from what I saw, over $300/week.
For the third time in 6 work days, I called in sick to work. Also, as a precaution, I arranged for the kids to go to friends' houses after school. That gave me the entire day to follow Alana around to see what she was up to.
At first, I was relieved. There were no deviations in the morning routine - she dropped the kids off at their schools, and then got on the freeway to head downtown, where her office used to be. I was content to follow at a good distance, letting the little red dot guide me from afar. And when she got off the correct exit to go to her office, I strangely panicked. I knew that she didn't have a job at Sunstar any more, so why was she still headed there? The knot in my stomach grew even tighter when she pulled into the monthly parking garage that she always used.
I was so sure that she would soon be on the move again that I waited in one of the passenger loading zones down the street, waiting for the GPS beacon to move again. But it didn't, and after half an hour, I began to question my own sanity. What if there had been some terrible mistake? What if there was less to this story than I imagined? What if Sunstar HR had given me the wrong information?
The resolution to the mystery hit me like a ton of bricks - the GPS only gave her 2-dimensional coordinates on a map. She could be on a different floor, and show up in the same location on my map. I found some street parking, and rushed over to her building. The elevator was stuck on the fourth floor for a while, so I had time to look on the directory. On the first floor was a bank, and the second floor was the corporate office for a supermarket chain. The third floor was Sunstar Publishing, her employer, and the fourth floor seemed to be split between a public relations company and a janitorial service company. By the time the elevator started descending, I decided to start at the top and work my way down. The elevator didn't stop at any of the floors in between, and when doors opened on the ground floor, I gasped when I saw Alana. She didn't realize it, but I had just watched her come down from the fourth floor.
And there was another man in the elevator with her, standing far too close for my comfort.
"Tony?" she asked incredulously, stepping out of the elevator. The other man stepped out right behind her. "What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I... I was in the neighborhood for a meeting. I wanted to see if you wanted to get brunch."
"Oh!" Alana exclaimed. She looked surprised, but not exactly pleasantly surprised. "I was just about to get some coffee with my friend. Tony, this is Nic. He's... he's in the PR department. We've been working together on the Franklin project, getting ready for the launch together. Nic, this is Tony... my husband."
I forced a smile and the three of us awkwardly grabbed some coffee at the Starbucks around the corner. Nic appeared to be several years younger than Alana and me, and had worked for several video game companies before Sunstar. I rattled off a few games whose forums I had found his name in, and he enthusiastically confirmed he was a fan. I even dared to venture that we made a connection. On the other hand, Alana looked nervous and jittery the whole time, sitting with her hands folded in her lap.
As Alana declared that they needed to get back to work, and moved to end the world's most awkward coffee break, I realized why she was hiding her hands - she wasn't wearing her wedding ring. I tried to hold Alana's left hand on the way back, but she insisted on being on my left and holding my hand with her right hand. She kept her left hand jammed inside her jeans pocket. In the lobby, I asked if I could come up and see her office; Alana immediately shot down the idea, saying she had a meeting.
I gave her a giant kiss and a loud "I love you, honey" right in front of Nic, and walked off, satisfied that I had ruined whatever she had going on that day.
After dinner, I made some excuse about doing something in the garage, and switched out the memory card in her car's recorder with an empty card, and then listened to what she was saying in the car.
Alana: "I'm on my way!"
Nic: "Oh, god, I can't wait."
Alana: "You can't wait to see me in person, or you can't wait to show me your new office?"
Nic: "Both!"
Alana: "I'm still not thrilled it's just upstairs from Sunstar."
Nic: "It's a blessing in disguise. If your husband ever gets suspicious and follows you, it's at least the right building."
Alana: "We're going to have an entire relationship on webcam and then in your office? If I wanted a bland romance and tepid sex, I'd just stick with my husband."
I'll admit, that hurt.
Nic: "I splurged for a really nice couch in my office."
Alana: "I'm not some goddamn casting couch whore. I want you to get a hotel room, at least once a month."
Alana was clearly annoyed. But I held out hope they hadn't had sex yet.
Nic: "Fine. But we can at least fool around a little in my office, huh?"
Alana: "What are the partners going to think?"
Nic: "They're going to think that I'm less than two months in, and I've already signed a 10,000-subscriber webcam star. As long as I keep pulling in numbers like yours, they don't care if I get a little sucky sucky at work."
Alana: "Fuck you, Nick, we talked about this."
Nic: "Haha, fine. They won't care if I get a little fellatio at work."
Alana: "What the fuck is wrong with you men? I'm not your little free use slut. Show me a little fucking respect, or I'll pull the plug on this whole thing, I swear to God."
Alana hung up on him, and didn't pick up his return call.
I couldn't help but smile at the implications. Alana had sucked his dick, which was terrible, but they were still firmly in the phase where they were making wrong assumptions about each other, which probably mean early in their relationship. I held on hope that I basically caught them as early as I could possibly have. And, maybe, just maybe, she hadn't had penis-in-vagina sex with him yet.
After we put the kids to bed, I led Alana to our bedroom, and *fucked* her. I really fucked her. I fucked her until she squealed with delight, and I fucked her until she creamed all over my cock, and I fucked her until I claimed her cunt with my seed.
Chapter 2
Despite the previous day's revelations, I left the next Monday rather hopeful about the future. My wife was a webcam star, and apparently sucked some dick other than mine, but I was conflicted about that at best, and, honestly, if she was making good money doing it, and being rather discreet, would it be so bad? Okay, the dick sucking had to stop. But maybe not the webcam. I was so deep in thought that I didn't remember anything about the drive. It was as if I backed out of my driveway, and - poof - pulled in to the parking lot.
I got a lot of well-wishes from my coworkers, seeing as last Friday was the third sick day I had taken in a week. I played it off like a stomach bug, and nobody really saw fit to ask many follow-up questions when diarrhea was mentioned.
At 9 am, Alana's first show started. I signed on, but hid myself so she couldn't tell my username. Nic wasn't in the chatroom, to my relief. With nobody directly sponsoring an outfit or a sex toy, Alana wore a simple nightie - one that I hadn't seen before, but was entirely her style, and my guess was one she bought for herself. She chatted with the people in the chatroom, and played with herself just using her fingers.
I didn't even have my video on when I heard her signature signoff: "Thanks for watching, boys. I'll see you in an hour."
I had a brief meeting that morning, but I kept the spycam app open on my phone. I didn't really need the audio, as I saw Alana opening and closing closet drawers and changing into a pair of bright pink short shorts and a white sports bra top. Meanwhile, the meeting was dull, even by work meeting standards. My boss and another mid-level manager were going back and forth on depreciation formulas, while the rest of us stared into space, or secretly checked our phones under the table.
The meeting wrapped up around 10:45, and I ended up chatting with my boss after the meeting for some new assignments. My phone buzzed with an alert - the external motion sensors were tripped. This was usually a package delivery, and I swiped it away while I kept talking with my boss. Then, a second alert showed up - someone rang the front doorbell.
