Let me begin by stating that this is a true story, there have been some slight modifications to the names and detail to protect our privacy.
This is the first of two stories that I now have but suspect that there will be more as time goes on, if you want to read them.
Because of my job I wasn't able to travel to many of my step-sons wrestling matches, but my wife Jill never missed a single one, often driving alone following the charter bus to events across and out of state. At the start of the season she was apprehensive to travel alone and would plead with me to take vacation days to travel with her. I just didn't have enough days, so most of the time she was on her own. Somewhere in the middle of the season she quit asking me to go. I would still go to see the home matches, but she seemed much more reserved and almost stressed when I suggested my attendance. It wasn't until a month ago that I discovered the reason for her stress.
Jill is 38, Eric her son (my step-son) is 18 and a senior in high school, she is of Spanish ancestry having dark brown hair and eyes and is a petite 5 foot one inch tall and weighs maybe 110 pounds, C-cup breasts that are perky and responsive and an ass that I affectionately call the "J-lo". She looks good coming or going, not strikingly beautiful but more girl-next-door type, resembling the referenced person of her ass name, Jennifer Lopez. She has always been shy in the bedroom, preferring lights out, with blow jobs only on special occasion, never allowing me to cum in her mouth, and anal completely out of the question. She also has trouble sleeping so she takes Ambien each night, if she does not immediately go lie down she gets into what I call zombie mode, where she is walking around, usually raiding the refrigerator, completely unaware, in this mode she will sometimes carry on conversations but has no memory whatsoever of any of her actions or conversations the next morning, it is easy to know her actions by the mess she finds in the kitchen the next morning.
Eric stand 5 foot 4 and for a wrestler at the 135 pound class, has a very slight build, not at all hinting to his strength, my father would have called him wiry. My name is Mike, I am 35, 6 foot tall and 210 pounds, a little bit of a beer belly but a very active outdoors man and in excellent shape, I scuba and sky dive, hike and play on coed softball and volleyball teams. No body builder by any means, but firm and most people I know would say I was a nice looking fellow, not handsome, but I am no slouch either.
Getting back to Jill she even quit talking about Eric's matches, I would ask, but she would only tell me the outcomes and whether Eric won on points, a pin or lost, nothing about the hotel, meals or other parents which previously had dominated the conversation whenever she returned. On the weekend of my discovery it was not a match that forced her absence, but a conference for her job. Eric was spending the weekend with his best friend Joe, so I was alone and bored and thought I would catch up on the season by watching the videos she always made of Eric's competitions. I had watched five matches when it became evident that Eric and his friends had control of the video camera, long zoom shots of girls around the pool with a narration by whoever was filming, clips inside different hotel rooms showing the guys doing stupid stuff, pillow fights, catching one taking a dump, a minute or two in the cheerleaders rooms, even showing some in various stages of undress, and a sneak shot through an almost closed bathroom door, a reflection in the mirror of a girl showering with a nice tit shot as she stepped out. She saw them, screamed and slammed the door.
My wife obviously had not watched the video because she would have erased it, and I would have heard her complaints over the guys antics. The next thirty minutes of tape consisted of various matches, and occasional hijinks by the guys. Then the video went still, focused on a hotel room bed, you could hear a shower running in the background, then a voice I didn't recognize said , "Its in place, how are we going to get it back?"
Then another voice in the background, "when she goes to breakfast we'll just open the door and put in a blank tape, she'll never know."
I thought this was exciting, expecting to see a cheerleader, hopefully nude, emerging from a shower to dress for bed. I heard a door shut, it must have been the door to an adjoining room because I could see the front door in the edge of the frame. After a minute or so the shower stopped and to my surprise it wasn't a cheerleader that walking into the frame but my wife. I was immediately pissed off, but then I realized the boys obviously weren't able to retrieve the video, because I was watching it. I sat back enjoying the voyeuristic pleasure of watching my wife dry her hair while nude, she walked straight toward the camera, it was obviously mounted on the tripod, and she was obviously unaware it had been activated, stopped with an almost close-up view of her tightly trimmed pubic hair. When she turned and walked away you could see her take a drink from a water bottle raise her other hand to her mouth then take another drink. She was swallowing her Ambien, this was going to be a short video I thought, as she pulled on an over-sized T-shirt, one of mine I was sure. She sat on the edge of the bed, adjusted the alarm clock on the nightstand, turned on the television and turned off the light.
I started playing with my I-pad and was just about to turn off the video when a loud knock was heard she quietly in her zombie tone whispered "yes?"
