It was dinner time; and on Thursday, my wife and I go to a local lounge to eat. The combo sports-bar and grille has a disc-jockey tonight. Patty loves to dance and show-off her body. This suits me fine--I sit at the bar and watch the game on the big screen. She asked if we were going tonight or not. For once, Patty was ready to go. I do mean looking hot, too. She was wearing her little black dress, with her tits bursting in full regalia and showing a lot of cleavage. Her blond hair, set in waves, lay softly over her exposed shoulders. The whole room did reek of my favorite perfume ("Red Door"). Patty had me wanting to eat her; but unfortunately, she had an attitude problem.
She complained her tummy ached, and she was eager to leave for the lounge and eat something. I'm guessing her stomach is full of our neighbor's cum. I watched her blow Michael this morning, and who knows how much of his cum she swallowed in the afternoon. I see her impatience to leave, as an opportunity for me to set up the surveillance equipment purchased today. My wife and her lover made big plans, including other men, for tomorrow's rendezvous at our house. I plan to secretly watch and film her filthy affair. I already placed a hidden microphone in her purse.
"If you're that starved," I said, "Why don't you take your car and go now? I'll catch up with you in about an hour. I have some work to finish up. You go on ahead and eat without me."
"All right, sweetie," she said and kissed me, "I'm sorry, I really do need to eat and can't wait any longer. I'll just see you when you get there." After another peck on my cheek, I watched Patty sashay out the door in her five inch heels. I didn't notice a panty line showing thru her short, flimsy dress and wondered if she was wearing any underwear tonight. She did take her panties off at the lounge once before (only to tease some horny bastards), but she has always started out the evening wearing them.
I bought two cameras and three microphones. I put one camera in the living room and the other in the bedroom. One 'mic' was hidden under the coffee table, another above the bed, and the third was planted in her purse. I bought something else today from the adult porn shop--a twelve inch, black dildo complete with a set of nuts on a suction-cup base. I was going to surprise her with it, because she had her dream where she blew a black man in a car.
I tried to rationalize this spying was all for security, being that strangers will be in our house, and Patty's protection. The truth is, it's going to be 'Exhibit A' in my suit against her for divorce. In her defense, I did ask her if she wanted to experiment with a another guy in a big cock adventure. The conditions weren't totally discussed, but she had to know: I wanted it to be a one time occurrence; I be involved in choosing this individual; and, I was supposed to be there to watch. Damn, her!
What hurts me the most? Patty's silence with regard to this recent infidelity. I trusted her. I'm hoping tonight, after she's had a few drinks, she will confess her affair with Michael. Then we can move on together (and have fun with her new dildo). It's her last chance--if she goes through his planned gang-bang tomorrow--I'm seeing my attorney with all the evidence needed. I will, at least, pursue my desires as a voyeur. All the surveillance equipment tested fine, and I could view both rooms from my laptop. I tied a red ribbon on the authentic-looking, black dildo, placed it on the bed, and I was off to the lounge.
Two hours have passed, since Patty's early departure in haste to eat. I went straight to my usual seat at the bar and ordered a beer with my favorite cheeseburger (lettuce, tomato, mayo, and relish). I didn't see Patty right away, but guessed she was dancing with her friend Emily. It was a fast set of music playing. I don't dance much, but will on a slow song, or if I'm drunk. I might boogie tonight; we could be banging our hips to "You Dropped The Bomb On Me."
I ate my burger and went to the restroom by crossing the dance floor. There was Patty, and she was sitting at a table with...guess who? Michael! And, he was with two other guys--one of them was black. I'm guessing they all will be the stars of tomorrow's matinee. Patty spotted me, jumped up from their table, and gave me a big hug.
"Are you just getting here?" she nervously asked.
"I've been here awhile and ate already," I stated and then asked, "Where's Emmy tonight?"
"Oh, Emily--she didn't show-up tonight. Come and meet my friends. I have been dancing with them. I hope you don't mind," she inquired, as she pulled me by the arm to their table. "Guys, this is my husband, Bob," she introduced me. "My new friends are Michael, Bill, and Eddy," Patty pointed to each of them.
We all shook hands, and I said, "I hope you are showing Patty a good time."
"We're trying to, Bob--she's wearing us out on the dance floor," Michael was kidding.
"She is a fine lady; but, we are going broke buying her drinks," Eddy joked with baritone drollery.
"Ha! She's a lush all right," I ribbed with a friendly snicker, "Well, nice meeting you." I then relayed to Patty, "If you need me--I'll be sitting at the bar."
"Thanks, honey, you're the best, and I love you very much," she sincerely said while giving me a kiss.
In the restroom, I put in the earpiece for the microphone planted in her purse.(Which happened to be placed smack-dab-in-the-middle of their table). I could hear them saying I seemed like a nice guy, and they didn't think I suspected anything going on between them.
"Oh, no," Patty said, "Anyway, Bob told me--he wanted to watch me make it with another man."
"Really?" Bill spoke, "Maybe, we should ask him to stay home tomorrow."
"Yeah," Eddy agreed, "We'll show him a truly satisfied wife. We are going to fuck all day, baby. You won't be able to stand, after our fun," he added.
"You are starting to scare me," Patty said, "Actually, I'm afraid of myself and what I'm likely to do. I really shouldn't be doing this. I'm married," she expressed concern.
"You better not be having second thoughts, Patty," Michael warned her. "You promised me; and, you know what will happen if you don't comply with my wishes--I'll never let you see this cock again. I know what you need. Trust me. How about you and Eddy go dance? You can feel his big, black cock," Michael suggested.
I finished in the men's room, and while crossing the dance floor, I saw Eddy holding my wife close to him. His large, black hands were caressing her voluptuous ass. Slow dancing together, he was a foot taller than her. Eddy is a big man. Bill is shorter, but he is well muscled. I know Michael is packing a whopper, and as he promised, the others probably were well hung, too.
I moved my seat at the bar to where I could see their booth. I pretended to watch the game, while seeing their reflections in the bar mirror. Patty and Eddy danced (I should say grinded) thru two songs. They returned to their table, with what looked like Eddy hiding a softball down the front of his pants.
Patty sat between Bill and Eddy. Michael was sitting opposite to them and his back toward me. "Could you feel Eddy's big cock while you were dancing, Patty?" Michael asked as soon as they sat back down.
