[From reading and writing stories in the Loving Wives category I'm sure it is misnamed. Seldom are the wives Loving. The wife in this story isn't. As always votes and comments are encouraged. This story was revised on 27 June 2012.]
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Over the last two months my wife had rekindled her close relationship with Helen, her sister. Before that we saw Helen and her not-so-bright-husband about three times a year. Now it was becoming a weekly thing. Helen used their times together to bitch about her husband and the things he screwed up. It started me wondering what my wife said about me.
A needle and thread are not tools I normally use. My Mom used them because she made quilts while I was a kid and she thought it a good thing for me to learn as well, even though I was a boy. Fast forward thirty years and I discover I still remember how to use the needle and thread.
From a small box normally kept at the bottom of my toolbox I retrieved a small device that looked like a small white button. It matched the other six buttons on the front of my wife's favorite silk blouse. With tiny scissors I snipped the original button off the blouse, removed all the threads from where the button had been and sewed the device in its place.
I hung the blouse on its hanger and took it back in our bedroom, hanging it back where I had found it. I heard the shower still running in our bathroom. I quietly walked back to my home office and opened my laptop.
Opening the new program and typing in my password brought up a picture of our bedroom. I played with the controls until I could hear the sound of the shower and see clearly into the bedroom. I listened on headsets.
I heard the shower shut off and the hair dryer come on. Minutes later my naked wife came into the bedroom and started to dress for her dinner with her sister. I watched. She pulled on some suspender hose and a skirt. She stepped into a pair of low heels. From a drawer she got a satin cupped bra and started to put it on, stopped and applied a touch of perfume to each nipple, then she put on the bra. She took the silk blouse off the hanger and put it on. If she was going to notice the replaced button it would be when she had her fingers on it.
She didn't notice. What I had noticed was that she didn't put on panties. The suspender hose left her perfectly trimmed pussy bare. As I watched her I wondered, 'Why would she leave her pussy bare... unless she planned on using it? Why put perfume on her nipples?' Wanting to know what she and Helen talked about had led me to discover more than I suspected about my wife.
Once the blouse was buttoned she sat at her vanity and did her face and hair. I watched. The camera in the button looked into the mirror and I saw everything. When she was ready she checked her watch, got her cell phone out of her purse and hit a speed dial number.
She said, "Eight o'clock at The Ocean Front. Outside by the front doors.." She hit a new speed dial number and said, "Remember, you don't answer any calls at home until I call your cell. Thanks Sis."
She dropped the phone in her purse and stood up. I hit a few keys and my screen showed iTunes and Dave Brubeck. As Rondo ala Turk played Lisa came into my office and kissed my cheek. I lifted the headset and asked, "What time will you be back?"
"No later that 10:30. We all have to work tomorrow. You don't need to wait up."
"Ok. Say Hi to Helen for me." She nodded and waved as she left the house. I turned the monitoring program back on. She played the radio in the car and sang along with a song until she was almost at the beach. She parked and took her cell phone out of her purse and I watched as she set it on vibrate and dropped it back in her purse.
If I weren't suspicious of her this would have been fun. I wanted to shut off my computer and not know what she was doing there, but I couldn't stop watching. She walked from her car to the restaurant at the edge of the pier, "The Ocean Front." We'd never been there together. She didn't go inside. She stood in the shadows where she could watch the front doors.
I looked at the time display on the computer: 7:58pm. My eye caught movement on the screen. I saw a man coming around the corner of the restaurant. He looked around and walked directly to Lisa. When he was ten feet away I snapped a picture of him and started the audio recording.
"Any trouble?" He asked.
"None." Lisa said. They both looked around and seeing they were unobserved, they kissed. They walked away from the restaurant out onto the pier. As they walked they talked. I adjusted the volume.
Lisa asked, "Have you got a plan?"
"I think so. Last time I saw Pete was a month ago. I weighed 190. I'm at 180 today. When I hit 170 I'm gonna have lunch with him and tell him I have cancer."
She turned and faced him, "You don't, do you?" I could hear the concern in her voice.
"No. When I hit 160 he's gonna ask if there's anything you two can do for me. In an offhand way I'll joke that he can let me sleep with you. If he goes for it, we're home free. Once he let's me have you he has given permission and that's the end of that."
"He'll let you do it! He'll come home to me and sell me on it as an act of kindness."
He smiled. "A dying man's last wish." They stopped in a mostly dark area of the pier and kissed. His hands unbuttoned her blouse and moved the camera enough that I couldn't see what he was doing any more. Lisa was good enough to supply commentary.
"Bill, I love it when you suck on my nipples, but be careful. If you leave a mark Pete will see it."
A minute later she said, "Do the other one." The camera shifted and she groaned and I heard a slurping sound. Again and again.
She whispered, "I don't have panties on."
"Oh my God! Bill, go easy. Yes! Right there. Next week lets get a room somewhere!"
"Can you take an afternoon off work? We could get miles from here and actually use a bed." Bill suggested.
"Tuesday. I could take the afternoon on Tuesday. Then we can take a couple of hours and do this right, again." He walked her to a picnic table and she sat on the edge. He lifted her legs and entered her. Even with the motion of the camera attached to a loose blouse I saw his cock spearing her and shots of his hands groping her tits.
They heard a noise and Bill dropped her legs and turned away from the noise. She covered her open cunt and stood beside the table.
Bill looked at his watch and started buttoning her blouse. My wife said, "You need to be taken care of." She dropped to her knees and because of the way her blouse was still loose and her arm position the camera was looking up at her chin as his cock slid into her mouth. Three or four wet, noise filled, graphic minutes and he grabbed her head and unloaded into Lisa's mouth.
She cleaned him up and helped him button and zip up. She reclosed the front closure to her bra and buttoned her blouse. Four more kisses and they walked back to the restaurant. He turned left and disappeared. She walked past the restaurant and got in her car. On the way home she ate, chewed on and swallowed six breath mints.
When I saw her turn on Washington Avenue I shut down the computer and went to bed.
She came in and undressed in the bathroom. I heard water running in the sink and then heard the toilet flush. She came to bed in a t-shirt of mine and panties. I made believe I was asleep until she got into bed, then I woke up and asked, "How's your sister?"
"Fine. I think she's mad at Gordon, but she didn't want to talk about it."
I said, "That's unusual. Being mad at Gordon is about all she talks about."
