The evidence
I had an early alarm and packed before breakfast, throwing things casually into my bag with no great attention. Knowing Carol was half asleep behind me, I packed trying to look casual and careless. The trip was nothing special. I do freelance work with clients all over; mostly we meet by Skype, but now and then it needs eyeball to eyeball. Tedious, but that's how it goes.
Carol stirred while I was stuffing my bag.
"You don't want to forget something and have to dash home for it," she said, hauling herself out of bed and checking through my bag, apparently caring more than I did that everything was there. To my mind that was confirmation that she didn't want me coming home unexpectedly.
I was busy all day in meetings, trying to pack as much as possible into the first day. It took discipline but I managed to resist the temptation to find time to hook up to the web site where the video feed from all my home cameras was uploading. I worked a couple of extra hours so that I could get away early the next day. I had my last meeting in the hotel bar. I'd made sure to book a hotel with good broadband so I ordered room service and about nine o'clock I settled down to an evening of spying on my own home.
I skimmed though the footage from earlier in the day, half expecting to find Carol at home. All the cameras were on movement and voice activation sensors so if there was nothing happening there was nothing to see. Just as well or there wouldn't have been enough hours in the night to watch all the cameras.
I got a neat test of the system right away because I caught myself on camera early in the morning. Skimming through it at high speed I saw myself get up, have breakfast, kiss Carol goodbye and drive off.
Carol went back to the bedroom and changed the sheets as soon as I'd gone. Not a good sign, but she headed off to work on time as usual.
She came home mid morning and had a shower. That was good to watch and I was glad I'd bugged the bathroom, the camera steamed up a little but if any action happened in that room I knew I'd get enough. I was ready to go back to fast forward when I got a treat; Carol shaved her pussy— that was new— probably for Dean’s benefit but at least I'd got the camera in a great place.
Watching was fun, but sure as hell what she was doing was a bad omen, this sort of preparation was not a working from home activity. I tagged the spot on the film and pressed on. Dean turned up half an hour later. Not yet twelve o'clock, definitely in work time. I was pleased to see that one of the shots caught enough of our wall clock to confirm the time. I wished I'd thought more about the angles and lined up a clock with a visible date in each camera's view.
Watching what happened via a video link is a little weird. I guess I might have been turned on or I might have been really hurt but seeing it like that gave me some distance— mentally as well as physically. There was no way I could rush home and catch them at it.
The distance did something else— I found myself mentally analysing the film. I'm in the design business, so some artistic critiquing is second nature. That shot would have been better at a different angle— damn I can't get a close up— I wish the sound was better— all that sort of stuff went through my head as I watched. Somehow that made it hurt less.
They ordered pizza for a late lunch, boring, predictable, but kind of reassuring that she didn't cook for him; that might have been too domesticated for comfort. He had half her clothes off when the delivery boy arrived so he persuaded her to answer the door and pay the order with her tits out and wearing skimpy knickers. I enjoyed watching the kid's face but it pissed me off. There've been days when I tried to persuade her to do that sort of stunt and she never would.
I've read stories about guys finding out what their cheating wives have been up to and one of the things that always seems to rankle is when the wife does stuff for the lover that they've never done for the husband. Yeah, no question that’s a bad trip; one more thing to hold against her come Wednesday. I tagged those clips.
They had a lot of sex; on the kitchen counter, on the living room floor, and then again upstairs. I sped through it tagging a few places so I could find the juicy bits again.
After that they had a shower and Dean drank some of my whisky. Then I got a surprise, the other guy turned up; Jay, the black kid who took the videos she'd gone on about on her laptop. He must have left work early too. Great, so now I had video evidence on both of them.
I could have sat there and cried but first off I was full of anger. Not against Carol; I actually wished I could be there and join in— Lord knows what that says about me. I could imagine her doing other guys like this and coming to bed with me afterwards. I think that bracelet had put some magic spell inside my head. I was ready for Carol to be a hotwife, if that's what she wanted. Hot and Wife being the operative words, but it was going to be on my terms— some of my terms at least— after we’d talked about it— if we ever did talk about it.
My plan was to get Dean and Jay fired. You could argue that it wasn't their fault, I mean how was I to know that they had this terrible handicap of not being able to say no. Dean was married, I'd met his wife, maybe I should have asked her if she liked him screwing around. Whatever...they were doing their thing, I was going to do mine.
The black kid was good, I'll admit that. Big, skilful and made Carol come a couple of times. I think she'd exhausted Dean, or drained him, whatever you want to call it. I never knew that Carol had this much stamina.
They both left mid evening, which was a surprise. They left after they’d drunk a little more of my best booze and made smart remarks that even though I must be a wimp, I did have some good taste. Carol made some minor protests but didn't exactly shut them up. I watched Dean's car pull out of the garage and while the door was open I could see Jay walking off down the road.
I was thinking both of them were at risk of drunk driving. I hated thinking that, wishing they were caught and feeling guilty that they might hurt someone while over the limit on my whisky. That's one problem with spying, all I could do was watch and think— and too much time let too many thoughts run around in my head.
As I watched Carol clear up the mess downstairs the door bell rang and Jay reappeared. Carol was expecting him. That cheered me up no end because she was cheating on Dean as well as me and the kid was way too young for Carol to be thinking of leaving me to shack up with him. I had expected Dean to stay. I’d seen enough of his wife to know she wouldn’t be easy to fool. Clearly Dean couldn’t make up a good enough excuse to pull an overnight.
That seemed like a good time to call Carol. By then I was seeing the action in real time so I turned the sound off on my laptop— feedback would be embarrassing— and dialled home.
"Hi love," I said. "Sorry to call late, I've had to work harder than I thought and then the service was hellish slow at the restaurant. It would have been better to order pizza in my room."
I couldn't resist throwing in the pizza line but I didn't risk any more provocation. We made idle chit chat as if everything was totally normal. Jay's face was a treat to watch.
"Be sure to get a good night's sleep," she said. "When do you think you'll be back tomorrow?"
"Hard to say exactly, it's gonna depend on weather and traffic and stuff, between four and eight I reckon, three at the earliest. I’ll be as quick as I can."
"Can't you be closer than that," she said. "I wanted to cook for you."
Must be guilt talking, I thought, or a smokescreen. "That's a nice thought but let’s order in, I'll call you when I'm half an hour out." I left it at that. I figured being vague about the time closed down her opportunities for Tuesday afternoon.
Carol and Jay were at it again in my bed before they slept. I left the tape running while I sorted out some of the best clips, checked on them being fast asleep and edited the footage to make a totally incriminating tape of the three of them.
I was awake until gone three editing the best clips. I set up a two new dropbox accounts, one to keep all the dirt and a second one for the work time escapades only. I sent a link to give the big boss a selection of the work time footage and asked him to hold off firing them till Wednesday morning. I told him Carol wouldn't be coming to work that day.
In the morning I was awake before Carol so recorded her and her new lover waking up, and predictably doing it again before having breakfast. They hung around a while, obviously trying to get the energy for one more go before they went to work.
Thanks to my hard work on Monday, Tuesday was easier. I had time to check the video from my phone and then and caught her having another quick one with Dean over lunch.