After Amy's rendezvous at the casino, the fallout afterward resulted in Amy and I agreeing to separation, with the idea of counseling and perhaps reconciliation. That is, if Amy could cease seeing Anton or others during the separation trial.
In case anyone is wondering: Amy's friend Anton, made her give him a blow job that night. Then he refused to bring her home. Amy had to hire a taxi to take her home from the casino.
I decided to move out after consulting with my lawyer. The reasoning was I could handle living in an apartment by myself.
Now, I kind of got screwed, because I had to pay my own apartment expenses and those of my house. Amy paid half of the house bills anyway. I argued that Amy should pay more than she usually had. The courts saw differently, because of my pay status.
After I moved out, Amy became restless about living alone. Two weeks after I moved out, our son called, saying he needed to move back home for a while, until he could finish some computer courses, he needed to take at the community college.
Amy and I agreed about our son moving back. I figured Amy would behave with him around. During our talks, our son asked us if we would reconsider and get back together.
Throughout our time living apart, Amy and I attended council ling meetings. I admitted that the hot-wife lifestyle was interesting at first. Amy admitted she took things too far and became a sexual addict. Things were going well, and we were patching our marriage up.
About three months after we split, we got back together. Then, Amy got a promotion; a new management position that involved working with an advertising group of people in the western states.
Meanwhile, our son finished his classes and moved out again.
The company branch office Amy reported to was located in a southern California city. Amy visited there several times, and I joined her on one occasion. Amy could work from home, although some travel required her to leave once a month, sometimes more. That wasn't an issue, because we lived in a southern city near a large airport.
Her company employed a marketing plan to film and photograph locations such as Cabo or Cozumel for vacation promotions. While on location, Amy would send me pictures and small videos of beautiful beaches, women, and other things to do while vacationing at those resorts. I told her the sights and ads were interesting, as we chatted every evening.
Not long after Amy was promoted, we visited two of the resorts during a couple of weekends and had some good times together at them.
A few months into Amy's new career position, I noticed an attractive male and female couple continuously shown in several ads Amy showed me. After Amy had been home for a couple of days, I asked her about them.
She explained the couple were model actors; hired for the advertisers. I didn't think much of it afterward, because actors or models were constantly used in all sorts of advertising.
On a trip a few weeks later, Amy called and told me she had a delay. Amy explained she was on location in Cabo, and that she wouldn't be home for a few more days. There were delays once or twice, due to weather or some other problem, but not more than a day.
This call seemed odd to me because Amy's voice didn't sound convincing this time. Her tone sounded nervous and she was talking fast. I heard people chatting and laughing in the background during the phone conversation. At first, I passed it off as coincidental because of the vacationers having a good time there.
Until:
As Amy was talking to me, I heard an accented male voice calling out to her. I asked her who was calling her, and she replied it was someone in her group. She admitted they were about to have a sunset dinner cruise, wrapping up their project. She had to hurry to catch the ship, and she hung up before I could say bye.
Usually, when Amy returned home from her previous trips, I'd meet her at the airport and we would have a nice dinner, hold conversations about events during our days apart, and good sex.
But not this time.
I met Amy at the airport as usual and I noticed there was something different about her. She seemed happy, yet distant. I asked her about her trip, and she said that it was good; their client was well pleased. Amy didn't talk much, saying she was tired from the trip and wanted to go home. I noticed she didn't look at me much as we were going home.
After we arrived home and over dinner, Amy told me she had to return to the California office, then to Cozumel in a few days for another promotional piece for a resort.
I asked her about the resort they were promoting, and she hesitated before answering. Well, the alarm bell went off previously, but it rang louder this time. I decided an investigation was needed.
The next day, as I sat in my office, I ventured off on some online articles about what to look for in a partner who may be cheating. Amy's behavior fit the patterns I read in different articles. The next bit of information I read about was what to do about it.
One article said to bring the subject up indirectly to the suspected person. Amy and I had that discussion already. However, the article explained sometimes things could get out of hand. I thought the discussion we had went OK. Another article said to hire a private investigator. That could get expensive, I decided.
I came across an advertisement selling cell phone spying programs. It claimed the program tracked the user's cell phone texts, keystrokes, phone calls, photographs, and their location on a detailed online map. This idea piqued my curiosity, and I studied more about it.
A problem I would encounter, if I wanted to be discrete about installing the software, was to gain access to Amy's cell phone for a few minutes. She kept it with her constantly, even when she bathed. As I sat at my desk, I thought of ways I could get her phone without her being suspicious or finding out what I was doing.
Then a plan hit me, and I ordered the program. It came in my email a few minutes later. I read the instructions over and over, until I understood them. Because Amy was scheduled to leave soon, I called an acquaintance Amy knew also, and explained something to him.
On Saturday, Amy and I went out because we had to do some shopping. I purposely left my phone on my dresser after making a quick phone call.
While we were shopping, my friend called Amy's cell phone and asked for me. Amy looked a bit surprised when I told her I forgot my cell phone. While Amy shopped in a women's dress store, I sat outside on a bench and pretended to chat on her phone. This provided me with enough time to install the software.
As advertised, the software was installed quickly. Amy suspected nothing when I handed her cell phone back.
I had a nervous pit in my gut Amy may find out about it. But if she did find it and confronted me, then I would bring up my suspicions about her infidelity.
On Sunday afternoon while we were home, Amy received a phone call and went into another room to talk. I walked nearby and overheard her say that she could take an earlier flight in a few days.
When Amy finished her call, she saw I was standing near the doorway. She said something came up and she needed to leave a day earlier. I nodded and walked off.
At my office the next morning, I pulled up the phone spy program on my laptop and looked at Amy's cell phone records. During the past few days, she had been receiving calls and texts from a number in the Cozumel area and Amy replied to the text messages.
When I checked her text messages, my stomach and heart dropped like a ten-ton stone.
Immediately after I left my house that morning, Amy initiated texting chats with a guy named Enrico.
After a few usual hellos and such, Enrico asked Amy what she was doing.
Amy replied she had just gotten out of the shower.
Enrico asked for a picture of her nude and Amy said no at first. But after Enrico persisted, Amy obliged with a full frontal, with her hair wrapped in a towel.
Enrico replied he couldn't wait for Amy to return.
Amy sent a smiling emoji and requested a picture of his dick.
I was stunned to see that it was true about certain men. He looked unnaturally large in length and circumference. The rest of his physique was tanned and muscular.
I wanted to slam my cell phone, but my desk phone rang, and I had to face my workday.
Later at lunch, I checked Amy's phone again. She texted to Enrico that she would arrive mid-afternoon the next day and gave him her flight information.
He replied he would pick her up at the airport.
Then Amy told him the resort's name she would be staying in. I noticed it wasn't the client they were advertising.
They chatted about the commendations Amy made and Enrico preferred it over their client's resort.
Amy admitted in their conversations it wouldn't appear appropriate if they stayed at the client's resort.
As they were exchanging text messages, Enrico sent Amy a few pictures of them having sex. He had been taking pictures during previous encounters and bragging about it.
He asked her if she were ready for more, between sending pictures.
Upon closer examination of some pictures, I could see Amy's reflection in a mirror, while he was mounted behind her. She was on her hands and knees, with her eyes closed, clearly enjoying the sex.
Another picture showed Amy sucking his cock. Next, he sent a short video of Amy riding reverse cowboy and looking back at the camera, smiling. Another short video showed her moaning as her lover was fucking her hard.
Amy replied to him to stop sending the pictures and short videos.
Enrico replied he had several more.
The final three pictures showed Amy's face with her mouth full of Enrico's dick, and semen dripping off her chin and on the side of her face, another picture with her kissing the tip of his dick, and the last one had Amy smiling at the camera afterward while holding his dick.
I called my lawyer and asked her for a personal favor. She said to drop by her office, which is located near my office building.
Leaving work early, I dropped by the lawyer's office and presented her with my evidence. I included the most recent pictures and some from her other encounters. She shook her head and said I had a clear case for an expedient divorce.
After looking over the pictures, she asked me if I felt OK. I said yes, but I'd like to catch Amy in the act with this new guy.
The lawyer smiled and asked if I wanted to fly to Cozumel.
I said, "Sure, why not?"
The lawyer gave me some tips before I left her office and I followed her advice.
After leaving the lawyer's office, I stopped at a park and called Amy. I asked her when she was due to fly out. She asked why, and I said that I wanted to go. You could hear a pin drop, while Amy took a moment to respond.
I caught Amy by surprise because she stumbled over her words while trying to ask me why I wanted to go on short notice. I faked a laugh and said I was only kidding. She tried to hide an audible sigh and said we should arrange a trip for another time.
I asked her if she booked on her usual carrier and she hesitated, then asked why, with a hint of agitation in her tone. I replied that if her plane crashed, I'd collect insurance. She didn't think that was funny.
After obtaining Amy's travel plans, I called a different airline and set up a flight that would put me in Cozumel a day later than her. Then I made a reservation with the resort Amy was staying in.
I made first-class reservations for the flight and for the resort stay, including an open return date. If I was going to lose up to half of my possessions, I may as well go off in style.
The next problem for me was I had to face Amy after work. I texted Amy, saying I had to work late, and I'd be home later than usual. Her response struck me as distant or unconcerned, only responding with, "OK." She didn't ask why or what time I'd be home.