A little background:
My wife, Megan Williams, (41) is a work from home professional day trader. Previously, she was a professional working as an investment broker for an equity company. She has very flexible hours and spends a lot of time shopping during the week and weekends. She finds nice clothes, but still spends a lot of time "looking". She is 5'8" tall, has a 38 C bust, fit figure, is brunette with medium length hair, a medium complexion, smooth skin and brown eyes. Very outdoorsy. Very attractive.
I am her husband, Gary Williams, (43), a professional chemist in a feed testing lab. 6'0", physically fit, square jawed with brown hair. My hobbies include rock climbing, and hunting in the mountains.
Megan and I have been married for 8 years. The first 5 years of marriage were filled with outdoor adventures. Our sex life was passionate and frequent with fuck sessions on picnic tables, in bushes off hiking trails, by lakes and streams, in waterfalls - just wherever the opportunity occurred. Sloppy blowjobs just off of trails, full juicy fucking on rocks in the sun, anal in the woods all part of the repertoire. Life at home was equally rewarding with more comfortable and controlled settings as we experimented with some light bondage and role playing.
It was during our sixth year that I noticed a subtle change in Megan. Where previously she had been enthusiastic at pretty much any opportunities to fuck, suck, and be eaten she started to decline on occasion. The usual comment was gas or upset stomach. Our dining routine and diets had not changed. She appeared to be in prime health. Routine Doctor visits continued to indicate perfect health. I chalked it up to just getting a bit older.
Megan appeared to have a successful skill in day trading as financially she was contributing to our joint checking and savings accounts. My career was improving with the lab expanding and, due to hiring of more personnel, I had more management responsibilities and less hands-on bench work, although training new chemists and technicians was still my responsibility. Work loads, and consequently hours required, increased, although not exorbitantly. 50 hour work weeks were normal with an occasional weekend day to read some results from an automated chromatography assay. I was included in some R&D/Product Development projects in connection with our sales department which provided a change of pace that was appreciated. The company added a biotechnology division to support a new direction for Marketing. I was assigned projects to support that effort.
One of the projects was to investigate the possibility of a "targeted compatibility" kit for cattle and horses whereby a specific cow/heifer or mare would be matched with a specific bull or stallion for breeding through natural means as opposed to AI (artificial insemination). The concept was to take a DNA swab sample from the two prospective mates, add the swabs to respective media in vials, then take the female sample and react it with cleaving enzymes and then a conversion cocktail to yield a pheromone that was specific for that female and male matched pair. The targeted effect was to make the female interested only to the target male. Work was continuing with some positive results noted.
Megan continued to exhibit less interest in sex and replaced it with shopping trips. She'd be gone for several hours at a time which wouldn't be entirely unusual if she shopped in Bozeman which was about an hour away. On occasion after these trips I'd notice a hint of a different fragrance on her. When asked, she would reply that it was from one of the samplers in the cosmetic department at the department stores that she would visit. Okay, plausible.
On my next rare trip to Bozeman I was on my way to my favorite cigar shop in a larger mall when I was approached by a salesclerk at a cosmetic counter as I passed by. She asked if I'd like to try one of their signature fragrances for men. I usually don't wear anything but aftershave but figured what the hell maybe it's something Megan would like. So, I got spritzed. Immediately I recognized the fragrance and the hairs went up on the back of my neck. Things were starting to gel in my mind. Bits and pieces were fitting together. Frequent shopping trips out of town, unusual fragrances, the occasional small bruise in an odd place on her body, decreased sex drive. My trusting demeanor was rapidly erased and replaced by data collection mode. A plan would be needed.
Since I was in the "Big City" (well for Montana), I did a quick check on my smart phone for electronic stores and found one. I asked the clerk for help as usually the salespeople in these shops are electronics nerds (I mean that in a most appreciative way as electronics are not my forte). An hour later and I was outfitted with a variety of wireless and wired devices with references to some on-line sources also.
Megan had begun to lock her cell phone but I was able to catch it unlocked after she had used it and sat it down just prior to taking a shower. I used the opportunity to clone her phone and was able to then monitor her calls and messages as well as to view her call/message histories. There were a few unrecognized phone calls and messages from the same numbers within short intervals. Usually the messages were short and to the point such as "here now, second from left" or something similar.
My curiosity was piqued so I began to monitor Megan's phone and added a small recording device to her backpack purse that could be remotely activated via wireless connection. Within a day Megan mentioned a shopping trip to Bozeman , so the timing, from my standpoint, was good. The morning of her trip started as normal with me getting ready for work and her sleeping in a bit. I took the opportunity to do a quick check through her backpack purse and verified the recording device was in place but also found several condom packets which was interesting because we rarely used them.
