Private Eye

The Case of the Cheating Husband

I am a Private Detective, I’ve been in this business over 18 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 18 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?”

He pulled his back from her thighs, looking down at the floor and shook his head no. She let him resume his pleasuring her. His mouth attacking her with a vengeance as she grabbed his thinning hair and shoved him between her open legs. His mouth worked on her pussy for approximately 15 minutes, with her cumming at least 5 times during that time. At least from her reactions it appeared she had at least that many orgasm’s. When she seemed to have enough she shoved him away, And I could see he was asking her something. Her reply I could hear.

“You worthless fuck, you expect ME to out my mouth on your poor excuse for a penis?” And she laughed in his face.

Like most men of power and wealth, this one needed a strong woman to help him, if you call abuse help! She laughed again then had him suck her neatly manicured and painted toes. His tongue worked each one slowly, allowing her to enjoy every exquisite moment of it. Her head fell back and her lovely hair reached mid back as she fucked his mouth with her feet, His erection was throbbing between his hairy legs as he did as she had ordered him to do.

When she had enough of his washing her feet with his mouth she had him lay on his back at her feet. She rubbed his hard cock with her foot, he humped against it, trying to get as much pleasure from her touch as he could. I have to admit, this woman was sexy, my own dick was hard as a rock now.

It appeared he was close to his orgasm when she stopped, his eyes filled with tears at the misery of being so close, yet so far from orgasm. An evil smile crept to her face as she watched his face show the disappointment. I am not submissive, and could not understand why she would not like to have his 8" long cock in her, but it was her game, and she played it well.

She stood and dressed as he sat on the floor at her feet, I saw her mouth something to him and his hand flew to his hard cock, jacking it off furiously, his hand a blur as he beat it off. In less than a minute he was shooting his load. I was amazed at the amount he shot out and for how long it kept cumming out. I saw some of it had hit her shoe, she was not happy about it and let him know about it.

“You spineless worm!” she screamed. “You got that shit on my shoe, clean it off, Now!”

He lowered his face to her foot and began to lick her shoe clean for his Mistress. After her shoe was clean, she approached the door to leave and turned to him as she blew a kiss his way. I barely turned off my cam corder in time and was walking past the door when she exited, almost running into me as she did.

“Excuse me Miss.” I said

She said nothing and looked at me with a look of distaste as she walked away. I turned and watched her walk, a sexy twist in her ass. It was obvious to me this was a woman that knew what she wanted and just how to get it. I went to my van logged it all down and drove to my lonely apartment. Getting there I took a nice hot shower, then after drying off walked to get me a cold beer then to bed.