That’s My Wife

Fbailey story number 504


That’s My Wife


I stumbled upon a web site where pictures of girlfriends and wives get posted for the entire World to view. I looked through the previous weeks worth of postings and found one girlfriend that was the spitting image of my wife. I said to myself, “That’s my wife.” Then I wondered…if she is my wife, then who took the pictures and posted them.

I decided to check back through the previous weeks that were displayed and found that her pictures were posted once a week and usually on Thursday. I go out with the guys on Wednesday. Hey, that was when she must do her thing. I copied every picture that I could find and then I signed up for a membership to get to the archives that I couldn’t get to for free. It cost me, but it was worth it. I was able to find postings of her going back almost a full year. Her face was always visible but the guy was not. Oh his cock wound up in her mouth, in her pussy, and even in her ass but that was all. She never cared for anal sex with me, but she gave it to him a few times. In one set of pictures her ass was red from getting beaten. In another set she was tied to our bed. That was it…she was tied to our bed in just that one set, otherwise they were in motels or his house. I did not recognize the rooms other than ours.

It really was my wife, now what do I do?

I suppose I could skip my night out with the boys and try to follow her but I wouldn’t want her to see me doing it. I thought about using her GPS in her phone but I wasn’t sure how to do that. So I went to my local electronics store and he fixed me up with an easy item that I just stick up under the dash of my wife’s car. Then the next morning I can tell exactly where her car had been. It doesn’t mean that she was in that car the whole time but it was a start.

That first Thursday at work I found out that her car had been parked at a motel for several hours while I was out. The following Thursday it was at a different motel. Then it never left my driveway but there were still pictures posted. They were taken in my living room.

I decided to check on the location of her car while I was out and about. Then if her car stayed at home I would pay her a surprise visit.

It was about six weeks later that her car stayed home. I excused myself from my friends and went home. I parked around the corner and walked to my house. There was a strange car in our driveway. It was new, it was sporty, and it was exactly the kind of car that I would want someday…a chick mobile. It was the kind that old men could afford.

I walked around the house looking for a way to see inside. I know they had used the bedroom and the living room so I was hoping that they were someplace where I could see in. No such luck, everything was buttoned up tightly. However, I could see an occasional flash coming from the second floor window of our exercise room. I hid in the bushes and just looked up at the window. I was rewarded with the site of my wife’s breasts smashed up against the glass and two more flashes going off. Soon I heard the back door close and stayed in my hiding place. My wife’s breasts were still pressed against the glass. The strange figure almost backed up into my bush taking pictures of my wife’s flattened tits. I could not see his face.

I decided to check out his car knowing that he was occupied on the other side of the house. I recorded his license plate number, his registration number and then I decided to look in his glove compartment. That was a mistake. His car alarm went off and I once again scrambled to find cover.