The Case of the Cheating Husband
I am a Private Detective, I've been in this business over 14 years since dropping out of College, I've Seen some strange things in that time. I deal mainly in cases of infidelity, Husbands or Wives trying to catch their spouse in a cheating situation. One of the rewards of this job, is not just the catching a cheating spouse to the relief or disgust of the paying customer, but the tapes I have collected of them in the arms of their lovers.
People would be surprised at what a loved one does with another person. A loving husband may never think of spanking his wife or crawling around on his hands and knees like a dog for her, but think nothing of doing it with a Hooker or girlfriend. Believe me, I have the tapes to prove it!
I'm not married anymore, after 7 years of me being gone all night and most days, my wife couldn't take anymore and left. I don't hold any hard feelings towards her, and I do miss her sometimes. It's times like then when I pull out a tape of one of my cases and use it for my own excitement.
The case I am on now is not a hard one, A wife of 24 years is afraid her husband is cheating on her. They have money, a lot of it! And if he is cheating and I can prove it, SHE will have a lot of money, and a large house and everything else. It is one of the easiest jobs I ever had, The man, Mr. Neal had no idea I am watching or that his wife suspects anything.
Mrs. Neal is a nice enough looking woman, Mid to late 50's, A little on the heavy side. Not bad looking with make up. She had called me the week before informing me of her wishes, I told her my rates and she hired me on the spot. I went over to meet her and get the details. I drove up in my Van, got out and looked at the fine manicured lawn then knocked on the door.
Mrs. Neal answered, She didn't look upset or concerned and approached the subject as a matter of fact.
"Mrs. Neal? I'm Sam Richardson, may I come in?"
She ushered me inside the beautiful well kept home.
"Good afternoon Mr. Richardson!" Shaking my hand, her was warm and soft.
I checked her out, Round face, kinda frumpy but dressed well. Perhaps 20 to 25 pounds overweight, Small tits, large ass. Well spoken and polite, a nice touch. Pointing to the couch she offered me a seat.
"Would you like something to drink Mr. Richardson? Some tea or coffee?"
"No thank you, I need to have a picture of your husband, perhaps any of his habits that you know of. Where he goes after work or during work hours, Who you think he may be seeing, Things of that nature!" I told her getting right to business.
Her eyes brimmed with tears as she went and got what I had asked for, handing them to me she then said,
"I believe he is seeing his friends wife, a little Gold Digger. She has to be at least 15 years younger than my husband and extremely attractive."
"Uh huh, and is he staying out later than usual, or do you suspect it's a daytime affair?"
"It could be both, he has always worked late hours, and leaves early. I just couldn't say."
"I see. Well I will find out and let you know. Thank you for your time. Here's my card, call if you need or think of anything I may need to know Mrs. Neal."
"Thank you Mr. Richardson. I will."
I walked out to my van, plugged in my cam corder, and drove off looking for another cheating husband. My van is set up to live in, bed, refrigerator, and extra plugs for my electronic equipment. I drove across town, looked for his office building, found it and his car in the parking lot. I parked and waited for him to show. Checking my watch I found it was 0930, I kicked back listening to the radio when at 1015 I watched as he left the building went to his car and drove off
I followed at a safe distance knowing since he did not suspect he was being tailed he wouldn't worry. He drove to nice home not far from his own, went to the door and knocked. Mrs. Neal was correct, if this was the woman he was sleeping around with, she was a beauty, dark hair and eyes and a body that would make a preacher lust after her. She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a big kiss. I took pictures, my tape recorder hooked to my electronic ear. I love mine, picks up an ant walking at 1000 feet. They went inside and I waited, 45 minutes later he came out. She hugged him, he hugged her also, grabbing that sweet looking ass of hers when he did and she grabbed his crotch. Good pictures, Mrs. Neal should be pleased with my mornings work.
He drove back to work, and again I waited. I walked across the street got a burger and fries then went back to my van to eat and wait. At 1730 he left work and drove to a Motel, not one of the better ones. His sweetheart met him there, as they sat in her car they kissed and groped each other about 15 minutes before he went and got a room for them.
I made a note of which one and after they entered I took my cam and followed. Luckily there was a 2" crack in the drapes. I looked in and they were already half undressed, I got the cam corder going. The first thing I saw was him getting on his knees and kissing her feet, I knew this was going to be an interesting case then.
She was dressed in a leather corset, half of the tops of her breasts exposed, and black nylons held up with black garters. A lovely sight, I could only hear mumbles, nothing clearly, but I know a submissive man when I see one. She sat on the edge of the bed as he kissed her legs working slowly up to her tan thighs. She smiled as he did what she and obviously trained him to do for her. His erection strained to touch her, but she would not let him.
His mouth reached her neatly trimmed pussy, her legs opening wider to allow him access to it. As he kissed her slit I saw his hand reach to his cock. This part I could hear.
"Who told you to touch your worthless cock? Did you hear me give you permission to touch yourself you fucking scum?"
