I'm Portuguese and this is my first english story. If you find any errors please forgive me. Any comments will be welcome.
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It's now all over. Now that I think of it, I realize that it was all my fault. I started it, I feed it, I played with fire and I was whom got burned. I don't think I'm worst than I was a few weeks back, but I'm a lot worse than I was a year ago.
It all started a few months ago, my wife was to go to a rock concert, a concert I didn't want to go, and I decided it was the perfect opportunity to test her fidelity. I don't know why I wanted to test it. I didn't even had any reason to be suspicious, but I think it's a guys thing to know that she has been tested and she passed. I planned it all really well, maybe a little too well. I knew her, I knew her tastes, I knew what would be the ultimate test and the correct approach. I knew her too well, so it didn't took long to establish what would be needed. After a search on the net I found what I was looking for. I was even surprised that was not that uncommon a husband did what I was doing. I know it's awful, well I know it now, but it's much more common than one could think of.
Another mistake was not to tell anyone. Someone who could have warned me of the consequences, someone who could have stopped, make me realize it was wrong, it was stupid. But I was in for myself so no warning, working without a net.
So I set up the cards. I contracted a man on the net used to this kind of job. He was little taller than me, he had large shoulders looking like a very strong man, without having too much muscle. He had curly long hair, to the shoulders, the kind of a grunge singer, but with a tern smile. I know this is the kind of man she liked, not that she have married one, I was short haired, Skinny and I looked like I didn't had shoulders, but I got her. Something he had like me was sense of humour, a quality she appreciates a lot.
With this I was approaching two bases, a man with the physical qualities she wished I have and the mental qualities she liked in me. So the approach was simple, me with a different body.
She was to meet a friend at door 4 of the precinct, so I gave him a picture of her and told to wait until she got there. She always arrives earlier and so he could make eye contact with her before she had company. Than he was to back of, not to scare her. Than when they were getting in he should follow them at distance not to loose track and wait until the hormones started to do their job inside her with the excitation of the music. Than he was to approach her and stand staring waiting for her to stair back. This was what I had for granted. Than was the tricky part. He was to come closer and make conversation, see where it would lead. From here he was to use his experience, and improvise, take her as far as he could.
I had rented a series of devices to be on the scene from the beginning. I rented some very expensive microphones that he was wearing so I could listen to what was said, I had rented two rooms at a pension. One so he could take her if it got to it. This room was all wired up. It had mics all over the place so I could ear even the whispering if needed. I also installed cameras, one at each corner, one at the top, hidden in the lamp and one in the bathroom. In my room I had a complete set of devices that make able to see everything that happened and record it to later use if needed. I was feeling like in a soopks movie. I was the head of the operation and the guy was my field operation, my James Bond.
I live a good life, earning good money, but I wouldn't have money to buy 10% of this all stuff. Even renting it was very expensive. Thinking now, with all that money, I could have taken her on a cruise, in a second honeymoon. It would probably have been better spent.
The big day arrived, it was a Friday and we both left our jobs early. The concert was only at 10pm but she was supposed to meet the other girl at 8pm. When I arrived she was already dressing. She was wearing some old jeans and a white t-shirt that tanned her body, looking awesome. Usually she didn't wear make up, but she was putting eyeliner and eye brush. I could sense she was excited and, maybe, because of that she didn't realize how excited I was to. As she was ready to go she grabbed her leather jacket and gave a deep kiss, one to remind me how much she loved me. She looked like a teenager going to her first concert, and think she felt like one to.
After she left, I waited nearly 2 hours to leave. I knew nothing would happen in between so I tried to occupy myself not to get crazy waiting. I checked the e-mail, I played minesweeper, I did lots of stuff but time refused to pass. Then I left and headed to the pension. When I got there I started to turn on all the equipment. I could really see all around the next room and I was sure I would hear everything, if anything was to happen. I turned on the header set and I started to listen to the music of the concert. It was very loud, but I could listen clearly to the voices of people around the guy. It took a while before I heard something from the guy, and it was only a complaint about someone who had stepped on him. But it served as a test to the system, I could hear everything loud and clear.
The first time I know he spoke to her, he told her something like "feeling happy, hã?" I recognized her voice in the answer, but I didn't understand what she said. Some time followed with some flirting from his side and some laughs from her. The concert was coming to the end and he asked the dirty question, if they would like to go for some drinks after. I didn't understand the answers, but I realized by the talking that they accepted, but were to choose the bar, since he didn't know anything around.
After the concert, on the way to the bar, the flirting continued, and I could tell she was enjoying. Up to this point everything was going according to the plans. He had made contact, he had managed to take her to a bar, this sound promising.
Most people must be thinking, why on earth was I happy with my girl falling for this guy? I wasn't happy, I was excited. I wanted to know how far this would go, how far would she let it go. Until then nothing had really happened.
The conversation was now focused on them both, and Gina, her girl friend, was getting bored. At some time later the bar was closing, and he made the next move, he invited her to continue the conversation in his pension room. Gina wanted to go home, my wife didn't, but she didn't want to go with him alone. She made now very clear that she was married and she loved me and she didn't want to do anything stupid tonight. He was very cleaver, telling her that if she went there it was only to continue the conversation. She fell for it and accepted. So they put Gina on a cab and walked to the room. On the way the flirting was now more intense without Gina's presence and I was afraid he was getting it to lose. But to my surprise she was enjoying it all with good spirits. Of course all the flirting was not obvious, it wasn't obscene in any way, just some fancy words and some jokes about her looking and all that silly stuff. But he was getting her to let loose and that could be dangerous for her.
When they arrived at the room I started to saw everything that happened, so I was more aware of her feelings knowing her faces as I do. The talking continued, but started going to the direction of her, her and me and some intimate/private talking about pleasure and the ability to give and take pleasure. I could sense in her voice and could see in her face that she was getting very loose with this guy. He was managing her in the direction he wanted without letting her understand where she was going. She now talked like she knew this guy all her life, he managed to make her trust him almost her soul. I was starting to get anxious. I wasn't liking the way things were going and was starting to have second thoughts about all of it. But it was impossible to go there and interrupt everything. If she understood what I had done she would never talk to me again. So I waited and watched silently and relentlessly.
At some point she must have understood where everything was going and she got up and started saying she had to leave before anything stupid happened. I got proud of her in that moment. It was like a dream come true. He then gave her a last call and she said "maybe next time!", and went for the door. He responded "you know there's not going to be a next time. And you will regret it!" She continued and opened the door, but then stopped. I was already up and ready to go to him, pay him and leave quickly to wait for her at home, but when she stopped, I realized the mistake I had done.
She closed the door and headed back. She left the jacket on the chair and thought for a while. He said nothing, she said nothing. Then she lifted her head and said:
