Alana's Extramarital Affair

Part 1: Alana's Sex Toys. I find my wife's sex toys and spy on her pleasuring herself.

Part 2: Alana's Extramarital Affair. I find out my wife cheats on me.

Part 3: Alana's Planned Gangbang. I find out my wife planned a gangbang.

Chapter 1

It had been almost a week since I discovered my wife Alana had a large collection of sex toys and lingerie, bought for her by other men that she met on a webcam site. I had put security cameras around the house to spy on her when she "worked" from home, a voice-activated recorder in her car, and a secret GPS tracker on her phone.

One last piece of the puzzle that I had yet to crack was what she did on days she was supposed to go into the office. Her job - her former job, I should say - was mostly remote, but every Friday, she was required to go into the office for in-person meetings. I found out with a "fake reference check" call to HR that she, along with another employee, Nic, had been "involuntarily terminated" for undisclosed reasons about two weeks ago. Nic was now one of her subscribers on the webcam site, and bought her an absurd amount of stuff, from what I saw, over $300/week.

For the third time in 6 work days, I called in sick to work. Also, as a precaution, I arranged for the kids to go to friends' houses after school. That gave me the entire day to follow Alana around to see what she was up to.

At first, I was relieved. There were no deviations in the morning routine - she dropped the kids off at their schools, and then got on the freeway to head downtown, where her office used to be. I was content to follow at a good distance, letting the little red dot guide me from afar. And when she got off the correct exit to go to her office, I strangely panicked. I knew that she didn't have a job at Sunstar any more, so why was she still headed there? The knot in my stomach grew even tighter when she pulled into the monthly parking garage that she always used.

I was so sure that she would soon be on the move again that I waited in one of the passenger loading zones down the street, waiting for the GPS beacon to move again. But it didn't, and after half an hour, I began to question my own sanity. What if there had been some terrible mistake? What if there was less to this story than I imagined? What if Sunstar HR had given me the wrong information?

The resolution to the mystery hit me like a ton of bricks - the GPS only gave her 2-dimensional coordinates on a map. She could be on a different floor, and show up in the same location on my map. I found some street parking, and rushed over to her building. The elevator was stuck on the fourth floor for a while, so I had time to look on the directory. On the first floor was a bank, and the second floor was the corporate office for a supermarket chain. The third floor was Sunstar Publishing, her employer, and the fourth floor seemed to be split between a public relations company and a janitorial service company. By the time the elevator started descending, I decided to start at the top and work my way down. The elevator didn't stop at any of the floors in between, and when doors opened on the ground floor, I gasped when I saw Alana. She didn't realize it, but I had just watched her come down from the fourth floor.

And there was another man in the elevator with her, standing far too close for my comfort.

"Tony?" she asked incredulously, stepping out of the elevator. The other man stepped out right behind her. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I... I was in the neighborhood for a meeting. I wanted to see if you wanted to get brunch."

"Oh!" Alana exclaimed. She looked surprised, but not exactly pleasantly surprised. "I was just about to get some coffee with my friend. Tony, this is Nic. He's... he's in the PR department. We've been working together on the Franklin project, getting ready for the launch together. Nic, this is Tony... my husband."

I forced a smile and the three of us awkwardly grabbed some coffee at the Starbucks around the corner. Nic appeared to be several years younger than Alana and me, and had worked for several video game companies before Sunstar. I rattled off a few games whose forums I had found his name in, and he enthusiastically confirmed he was a fan. I even dared to venture that we made a connection. On the other hand, Alana looked nervous and jittery the whole time, sitting with her hands folded in her lap.

As Alana declared that they needed to get back to work, and moved to end the world's most awkward coffee break, I realized why she was hiding her hands - she wasn't wearing her wedding ring. I tried to hold Alana's left hand on the way back, but she insisted on being on my left and holding my hand with her right hand. She kept her left hand jammed inside her jeans pocket. In the lobby, I asked if I could come up and see her office; Alana immediately shot down the idea, saying she had a meeting.

I gave her a giant kiss and a loud "I love you, honey" right in front of Nic, and walked off, satisfied that I had ruined whatever she had going on that day.

After dinner, I made some excuse about doing something in the garage, and switched out the memory card in her car's recorder with an empty card, and then listened to what she was saying in the car.

Alana: "I'm on my way!"

Nic: "Oh, god, I can't wait."

Alana: "You can't wait to see me in person, or you can't wait to show me your new office?"

Nic: "Both!"

Alana: "I'm still not thrilled it's just upstairs from Sunstar."

Nic: "It's a blessing in disguise. If your husband ever gets suspicious and follows you, it's at least the right building."

Alana: "We're going to have an entire relationship on webcam and then in your office? If I wanted a bland romance and tepid sex, I'd just stick with my husband."

I'll admit, that hurt.

Nic: "I splurged for a really nice couch in my office."

Alana: "I'm not some goddamn casting couch whore. I want you to get a hotel room, at least once a month."

Alana was clearly annoyed. But I held out hope they hadn't had sex yet.

Nic: "Fine. But we can at least fool around a little in my office, huh?"

Alana: "What are the partners going to think?"

Nic: "They're going to think that I'm less than two months in, and I've already signed a 10,000-subscriber webcam star. As long as I keep pulling in numbers like yours, they don't care if I get a little sucky sucky at work."

Alana: "Fuck you, Nick, we talked about this."

Nic: "Haha, fine. They won't care if I get a little fellatio at work."

Alana: "What the fuck is wrong with you men? I'm not your little free use slut. Show me a little fucking respect, or I'll pull the plug on this whole thing, I swear to God."

Alana hung up on him, and didn't pick up his return call.

I couldn't help but smile at the implications. Alana had sucked his dick, which was terrible, but they were still firmly in the phase where they were making wrong assumptions about each other, which probably mean early in their relationship. I held on hope that I basically caught them as early as I could possibly have. And, maybe, just maybe, she hadn't had penis-in-vagina sex with him yet.

After we put the kids to bed, I led Alana to our bedroom, and *fucked* her. I really fucked her. I fucked her until she squealed with delight, and I fucked her until she creamed all over my cock, and I fucked her until I claimed her cunt with my seed.

Chapter 2

Despite the previous day's revelations, I left the next Monday rather hopeful about the future. My wife was a webcam star, and apparently sucked some dick other than mine, but I was conflicted about that at best, and, honestly, if she was making good money doing it, and being rather discreet, would it be so bad? Okay, the dick sucking had to stop. But maybe not the webcam. I was so deep in thought that I didn't remember anything about the drive. It was as if I backed out of my driveway, and - poof - pulled in to the parking lot.

I got a lot of well-wishes from my coworkers, seeing as last Friday was the third sick day I had taken in a week. I played it off like a stomach bug, and nobody really saw fit to ask many follow-up questions when diarrhea was mentioned.

At 9 am, Alana's first show started. I signed on, but hid myself so she couldn't tell my username. Nic wasn't in the chatroom, to my relief. With nobody directly sponsoring an outfit or a sex toy, Alana wore a simple nightie - one that I hadn't seen before, but was entirely her style, and my guess was one she bought for herself. She chatted with the people in the chatroom, and played with herself just using her fingers.

I didn't even have my video on when I heard her signature signoff: "Thanks for watching, boys. I'll see you in an hour."

I had a brief meeting that morning, but I kept the spycam app open on my phone. I didn't really need the audio, as I saw Alana opening and closing closet drawers and changing into a pair of bright pink short shorts and a white sports bra top. Meanwhile, the meeting was dull, even by work meeting standards. My boss and another mid-level manager were going back and forth on depreciation formulas, while the rest of us stared into space, or secretly checked our phones under the table.

The meeting wrapped up around 10:45, and I ended up chatting with my boss after the meeting for some new assignments. My phone buzzed with an alert - the external motion sensors were tripped. This was usually a package delivery, and I swiped it away while I kept talking with my boss. Then, a second alert showed up - someone rang the front doorbell.

"Do you need to take care of that?" my boss asked, somewhat annoyed.

"Someone's at my front door," I explained. She sighed, and I pulled up my app, which connected me straight to the front door cam.

It was Nic, with a bunch of red roses in hand. My surprise must have been visible, because my boss told me to go to her office when I had wrapped up. I was about to say something through the door microphone, when the feed abruptly cut off. Alana must have canceled the alert from her phone. Fortunately, I still had the living room camera on, so I switched over.

Alana jogged over to the front door, her braless tits bouncing around. She opened the door and pulled him inside, closing the door quickly and locking it.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" she demanded. "My husband gets the doorbell notifications. Oh, God, I hope he didn't see anything."

"I came to give you these," Nice said, handing her the roses. "And, ironically, to say that I'll be more careful."

"Jesus fucking Christ, Nic, you're a goddamn idiot. You can't give me flowers. How am I going to explain this to my husband?"

Nic sighed. He really was that fucking dumb, I guess.

"I just," Nic started, before stopping himself. "I just... I just wanted yesterday to be special, you know. Everything was all set and then we bumped into your husband, and it just seemed like everything was ruined."

Alana wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a lusty kiss on his lips. "It's not ruined, just... delayed, that's all." Nic responded by wrapping his arms around her waist and giving her butt a firm squeeze through her shorts.

"Nic," Alana protested. "Nic, I have a show in 5 minutes."

Nic grabbed her ass and pulled her crotch against his, grinding her. "I only need 5 minutes."

"Nic!" Alana giggled, "Not now!" She relaxed her grip on his neck, but she didn't push away.

"I'm serious, babe. Come on," Nic said. He moved his hands from my wife's ass to her shoulders, and pushed her to her knees.

Alana didn't protest. She also didn't look surprised at all, as if sucking Nic's dick was completely natural. I looked with shock and horror as my wife fished this man's cock out of his pants, kneeling on the floor of my living room, and wrapped her fingers around the base. Nic didn't waste any time - as soon as Alana's lips parted, he grabbed the back of her head and pushed into her mouth.

"Aw! Ni! Ni! Na!" Alana protested, but to no avail. She kept one hand on his cock but the other was on his abdomen, pushing back to keep from from fucking her throat.

"Come on, babe, just relax," Nic sneered. "Just take it all, take it deep."

Alana appeared to relax a little, and I realized that Alana was far more adept at this than I gave her credit for. She was no prude for me, but she didn't do this. Saliva dripped out of the corners of her mouth with every stroke, and she allowed it to dribble off of her chin and onto her sports bra.

True to his word, Nic came very quickly. He arched his back and drew my wife's head in, grunting as he pumped her mouth full of his cum. Their rapid panting stopped abruptly as Nic and Alana both held their breath for the duration of his orgasm - eventually, Alana gasped as she pulled back from his spasming dick. Tears, saliva, and cum, rushed down and pooled into her cleavage, soaking into her sports bra.

I was beyond shocked, and took a step back - only to step onto the toes of my boss, who had come back in the conference room and gotten curious to see what was so engrossing when I failed to respond to her repeatedly calling my name.

Chapter 3

Obviously, I was fired on the spot.

My boss was kind enough to allow me to send out one last E-mail to say I was resigning for a health issue; I cleaned out my desk and I was out the door in under an hour. But, believe it or not, getting fired was not on my mind as I carted my box to the car - it was the fact that my wife was at my house with another man. She had sucked his dick, and who knows what else they planned to do?

I had to leave the company parking lot with the security escort, since they disabled my badge. But I didn't even bother finding a better parking space - I just parked on the side of the street in a fire hydrant zone, and pulled up all the different spy feeds.

Alana was on the bed, streaming into the cam site, while Nic sat on a chair outside of view. He was wearing no pants and stroking his dick; Alana was kneeling on the bed, looking at the camera, and intentionally soaking her sports bra with saliva as she rubbed her nipples through the thick fabric. She had some kind of vibrator underneath her, and she was grinding down on it.

"Oh, God, I want your cum," she moaned. "Yes... oh fuck, SimonScotland, I see you cumming. Oh, I feel it running down between my tits... fuck yes, RandomNumberGenerator, shoot it on my face..."

Her computer was dinging faster and more furiously than it had ever done before, and from the chat, it seemed like she had picked up nearly 100 new subscribers, the vast majority of whom were beating off on camera. Alana kept calling them out by name, but more and more irregularly as she came on the vibrator.

As the frequency of incoming tips reverted back to its baseline, so did Alana. She collapsed backwards on the bed, and beamed sweetly at the camera. Then, she reached over to the computer and continued chatting with her fans. Right at 12, she logged off, turned off the ring light, and carefully moved the webcam and laptop onto the desk.

Then, she flopped back onto the bed - OUR BED - and beckoned to Nic to join her. Nic stood up, and ripped off his shirt, pouncing on her. Fucking hell! I frantically called her phone, but it went straight to voicemail - and I could see that it was set on silent, just sitting on her nightstand with not so much as a buzz.

I saw nothing but red as I threw the car into drive and gunned it down the street. It would probably be 30-35 minutes before I could get home - not soon enough to stop them, but hopefully soon enough to kick his fucking ass. I shouldn't have kept the video going on my phone as I drove, since I couldn't help but watch it.

Nic was on top of her, kissing her neck and ear while he rubbed his naked dick against her soaked shorts; I swerved to the right lane to pass a few slow-moving turds. She was on top of Nick, pulling her top off so he could suck her tits; I hopped off one exit and banged a U-turn to get back on the onramp, bypassing a little bit of traffic between the on and offramps. She took off her shorts and turned around, sucking his dick as he ate her out; I slammed on the brakes as I saw the glint of a police car around the bend.

Alana let Nic's dick slide out of her mouth, and she crawled forward so that her filthy, cheating, whore cunt was positioned over his cock. Nic looked at her ass, and gave it hard smack while Alana's back was turned to him. I screamed at the top of my lungs, both at the sight of my wife cheating on me, and a sea of brake lights as I almost slammed full speed into a mid-day traffic jam.

There was nothing I could do but watch as Alana impaled herself on his cock, the wetness of her cunt audibly squishing with every thrust. Meanwhile, Alana was very vocal. "Oh, God, Nic, fuck me. Fuck me hard," she panted.

Nic pulled her off his cock, guiding her to face the headboard as he knelt behind her. With her face pointed away from me, all I could see was a view of his ass as he plowed my wife from behind. Alana's white knuckles gripped the headboard to brace herself as he pistoned in and out of her, drawing his cock all the way out slowly, and then slamming it in. I couldn't tell whether Alana was cumming, or whether she was just reaching a plateau that was higher than any peak I had brought her to. I was pretty sure she was just cumming multiple times.

Traffic had come to a complete standstill, and my rage melted away into sadness. I began sobbing uncontrollably, completely overcome with sadness and helplessness.

Alana collapsed onto the bed after her orgasm / multiple orgasm, but Nic wasn't done yet. He flipped her over onto her back and pushed her knees apart, plunging into her cunt once again from on top of her. It was mercifully short - after a few strokes, she begged him to fill her with his cum, and he stiffened, pumping her full of his seed. Alana and Nic lay on the bed - MY BED - caressing one another.

Traffic began opening back up, and my self-pity and hopelessness crystallized into anger and resolve once more. I was still 15 minutes out, but I had resolved I was going to kill the fucker.

Alana grabbed her phone from the nightstand, and unlocked it. Nic pointed at something on the screen, and Alana screamed with alarm. She began furiously typing out a text.

Nic reached over and unlocked his own phone, and pressed a few buttons. He frowned as he looked some stuff up. Then, he looked directly at my spy cam. He gave me the middle finger, then pressed a few more buttons on his phone. The spy cameras went dark and silent.

A few seconds later, Alana's phone stopped relaying its GPS signal.

Finally, then the worst betrayal of all: a text from Alana. "Going out to the furniture store with Jen and then getting dinner. Take the kids out for dinner if you'd like. I'll call before bedtime. See you tonight."

That. Fucking. Bitch.

Chapter 4

When I got home, both Nic's car and Alana's car were gone. I ran into our room, only to find the bed neatly made, with fresh sheets underneath the covers. I tore apart the closet, looking for the bag of sex toys, or any outfits other than the ones we bought together. There was nothing. The dildo under the bathroom sink? Gone. I left a series of profane voice mail messages for Alana, every call going straight to voice mail.

I was on the verge of calling the police, when my phone rang. It was Alana's number. After picking up, I didn't wait for her to say anything before unloading on her. "You cheating whore," I declared, "I'm going to divorce your ass, take the kids, and shove a broomstick up Nic's ass."

There was only laughing on the other side of the line. "Okay, man," Nic replied. "Take a deep breath. Alana's sleeping right now, resting up because we've got a big day ahead of us."