I could tell that something was up between Beth and Andy as soon as I walked back into the living room. There was the sound of frenetic activity just after I closed the back door on my way in. And when I came through the door to the living room with the beer Beth had sent me to get, I could sense the tension in the room. I didn't think about it too long at the time—even when Beth seemed to be straightening her blouse and unnecessarily primping her hair. Beth and I had been happily married for six years. And Andy was a very old friend. We'd been friends for years before I'd even met Beth.
So, I put any suspicions out of my mind. I just let it go and we had a fine time together for the rest of the night. Still, every once in a while, I thought I'd catch a glance between the two of them that was not completely innocent.
I guess I didn't put the incident completely out of my mind, though. Over the coming weeks, I grew increasingly suspicious—not just of what Beth might be doing with Andy but with other men, too. I don't know what was coming over me. I'd never had a reason to be suspicious of Beth. But now I found myself bedeviled by doubts: What did I know about what she did all day while she was at home? There were lots of times when she was alone with men. She was an attractive woman and could have any guy she wanted. What if she wanted a little something on the side?
I tried to reassure myself. Beth wasn't exactly the adventurous type—sexually, I mean. We had a good sex life. She wasn't into anything very kinky—no anal sex or bondage. But she was always up for trying a new position. And, while she would never suck me off completely, she would sometimes suck my dick long enough to get me really hard and hot before I fucked her. Our sex life was fine with me. Of course I would have liked her to suck me off. I'd fantasized a lot about blasting my cum in her eager mouth. But she always deflected my attempts and when I realized that the only women who had actually let me cum in their mouths were the three hookers I'd been with in my life, I decided that this was probably something that good girls didn't do.
So, I'd been content to just fantasize about it and never pressure Beth into doing it. She was a good wife. I wasn't going to try to make her something she wasn't.
Beth had given me no reason to be suspicious. But, still, I was. I even started having dreams about her with other men. Sometimes, in my dreams, she was with men I knew; sometimes she was with strangers: bikers or black guys with impossibly huge cocks. And my imagination didn't confine itself to my dreams. Once I came home and found Beth in the living room with an insurance salesman. He left soon after I got home, but later that night I kept thinking, "What is they were doing something before I came home?" Then I started creating images in my mind of what they might have been doing. The seeds of suspicion had been planted, and they'd found fertile ground in my mind.
Another time, I had a friend, Jake, over to watch a football game. I'd asked Beth that morning, before she went to the store, to check and see if we had enough beer. But I guess she forgot and we ran out before halftime. I asked Beth if she would go to the store to get us some more beer, but she had just started watching some tear-jerker movie on Lifetime in our bedroom and pleaded with me, since it was halftime anyway, to go get the beer myself. When I got back, Beth was watching the beginning of the third quarter with Jake in the family room. I didn't think the movie she was watching could have been over already. When I asked her later, she said that it turned out not to be that good anyway and she felt bad for Jake being by himself so she turned it off and joined him. That was all plausible, of course. But, still, in my suspicious state of mind, I began imagining things.
My fears were eating away at me. And I finally realized that, with a little effort, I could put them at rest and get back to living my life as I had before these doubts descended on me. All it would take is a little initiative.
These "spy stores" are terrific. For not too much money, you can buy wireless, motion-activated cameras that are camouflaged in a variety of ways: books, clocks, smoke detectors, etc. For under two grand, I was able to get enough cameras to cover most of the house. Unless Beth's extracurricular activities were confined to a closet or the laundry room, I'd have a decently high-resolution video and audio recording of them.
Everything tested out fine. I watched tapes of Beth cleaning the house, doing the dishes, changing the sheets, and more. Not very interesting, but I had to check out the camera settings. It took a little adjusting but finally I had everything right. I could even stream the video over the Internet on a secure connection, so I could keep an eye on Beth even from my office.
I was pretty certain that the outcome of all of this would be that I would see that my fears were completely unfounded. That would be great. I would love to get back to life as it was before these doubts began nagging at me. As it happened, it didn't turn out quite that way.
Just a week after I'd set all of this up, my cousin, Kevin, came into town. He was being interviewed for a job in town and I invited him to stay with us. Kevin got in on a Saturday afternoon. After catching up with him over a few beers, we decided to get some take-out Chinese.
Beth suggested that I go get the food and some more beer while she made up Kevin's room. I didn't think anything of this when she suggested it. I was usually the one to run the errands. And there was nothing during the rest of the evening to raise any suspicions. After Kevin had headed off to bed and we'd cleaned up the dishes, Beth began getting flirtatious. As soon as we got in bed, she went down on me with gusto. She had that raw sexual lust that sometimes seemed to take hold of her.
Of course that passion didn't take her all the way to finishing me off. But it was terrific to feel her moist lips surround my hard cock. When Beth stopped, she almost begged me to fuck her, which I happily did with great enthusiasm. She really wanted it and it was great to give it to her when she was in these moods.
Like most guys, once I've shot my wad, I sort of drift off in a blissful daze. Usually, if it's nighttime, I'm sound asleep in minutes and out for the night. This night I dozed for a while, but then I found myself waking up. Soon I was wide awake and then my mind started to race the way it can when I'm troubled by something.
About 2:00 am I finally gave up on trying to sleep. I got up and went into the bedroom I's set up as my home office. As I usually did when I happened to be up in the middle of the night, I visited some of my standard porn sites. I liked all kinds of porn, but I had a few sites that gave me a daily sampling of a wide variety porn types.
I really don't know what made me think of it—maybe I was looking at one of those cuckolded husband videos—but I suddenly thought to check the evening's recorded video from the camera. Since all the cameras were motion activated, it was easy to find the clips with whatever action was there to be found.
I saw me leave the living room while Beth and Kevin talked for a while. Beth told Kevin she needed to make up his bed and get towels for his bathroom and invited him to come along to keep her company. I switched to the camera in the guest bedroom, not knowing what to expect. For quite a while, things couldn't have been more innocent. Beth threw the sheets across the bed and Kevin helped her tuck them in. I think I could catch him looking down her blouse a time or two, but—hey,what red-blooded guy wouldn't do that?
After the bed was made, Beth told Kevin to try lying on it to see if it was comfortable. We have one of beds you can adjust the firmness of and she said she'd make it as hard as he wanted. Kevin lay down and settled in. Beth asked him how he slept. He replied, 'in the nude," to which they both laughed and Beth blushed, like a demure wife. She explained that she meant: did he sleep on his back, or his side, or his stomach? When he said he slept on his stomach, she told to lie like that to see how it felt. When he did, he said it felt pretty good but he wouldn't mind feeling it a little firmer.
"Let's see what we can do?" Beth said. But instead of turning up the dial on the control, she climbed up on the bed and straddled Kevin's thighs with her knees. And then she began giving him a back massage. Kevin moaned something about how good it felt and the encouraged Beth to continue.
After a few minutes of massaging his back and sides, including massaging his ass cheeks and his thighs, Beth put her hands under Kevin's side and encouraged him to roll over. As he followed her urging, she said, "Now let's see what we can do about the firmness control." And, I guess just in case Kevin was being dense, she continued, "You said you like it hard, right?"
Kevin answered 'yes', but a little ambiguously. I guess he thought he knew what she meant, but he didn't want to say anything explicit just in case he was wrong. As it turned out, he wasn't.
Beth looked into Kevin's eyes and began massaging his chest. But, while her eyes stayed glued to his, her hands moved down past his abdomen to his crotch. I could tell even from the recording that Kevin was sporting an erection. But even if I hadn't seen the bulge in his pants, I could have told from Beth's reaction. She smiled and, for the first time, looked away from Kevin's eyes and down toward his crotch. And she stroked his erection lovingly through his pants.
"I like it hard, too," Beth said seductively.
