My name is Gary Asher, I’m a professional photographer. I have a small, but profitable, studio in down town Chicago. Because of the nature of my business, I, sometimes, work with the most beautiful women in the city and, not once, in ten years of marriage, have I ever considered cheating on my wife, Judy. I was the luckiest guy in the world and I knew it. My wife, who still looks and good as ever, is the loving mother of our seven year old daughter, Tammy, and the most loving, devoted, and caring wife a man could ever want. Not to mention, after being together for twelve years, the sex is just as exciting as it was the first time we made love. I’ve heard about other couple’s sex life and how it would get stale and deteriorate after a little while, but ours was spontaneous and fresh. Sometimes we would make love twice a week, other times, twice a day. Sometimes we would use toys or some exotic locations, but we always seemed to be in sync with each other and, in all our years together, one had never denied the other. Not once.
When I first met Judy, she was a top model herself, probably the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, at least I thought so. We met on my first, major, shoot. Prior to that I was doing model composites, some small advertising photography and, I’m not too proud to admit it, but I even took a few weddings to keep my head above water. This was my big break, it was the big time, a 3 day shoot for a major client, and I was all puffed up like a peacock. I would have never had the balls to even ask Judy out under any other circumstances. We dated for two years, then, in a city where everyone was living together, we decided to make it legal. We exchanged vows in front of our friends, family, and God. You might say, for me, life was picture perfect………until the other night.
It started out as a normal evening. After dinner Judy was helping Tammy with a project for school so I went to my home office to go over some shots for an upcoming ad campaign. I didn’t even realize how late it was getting when Judy poked her head in the door way and said she had put Tammy to bed, but my little girl wanted a good night kiss from her daddy. I jumped up, a little embarrassed that I had spent most of my family time working, and said I would give her an extra big kiss tonight. As I bent over my angel and gave her a great big smooch on the cheek, Judy walked passed the room and said she was tired and going to bed herself. I looked at my watch. It was still pretty early, but I thought, what the hell, I think I’ll hit the sack too and make passionate love to my gorgeous wife.
I hit the washroom on the way and was a little surprised when Judy was under the sheets already. I crawled in beside her and gently kissed her forehead. She knew, instantly, what was on my mind. She made a little sigh then said something that shocked me to my socks. “Honey, I’m just too tired tonight.” I couldn’t believe my ears, as I said earlier, never had we ever denied one another. I thought I would just lightly sneak my hand between her long, beautiful, legs and stimulate her clit a little. I was sure she would change her mind, but she had her legs tightly pressed together with her left hand wedged in between, completely covering her pussy. “Honey, please, really, I’m just too tired tonight,” she repeated. I said it was okay and rolled over on my back, but my mind was going two-forty. We didn’t speak anymore that night, but I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t help but wonder if something was wrong. She was completely silent, but I knew she wasn’t sleeping either. Judy always has the cutest, little snore when she is in dream land. I was, finally, started to nod off. I was in that twilight state just before sleep when I felt Judy get up. In my semi-conscience state, I figured she was going to the washroom, but after a little while I realized she hadn’t come back to bed. I put on my robe and wandered downstairs and into the kitchen. Judy was sitting at the breakfast table sipping a cup of coffee and, kind of, gazing into space. It startled her a little when I walked in. “Oh, what are you doing up?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” I said. “What’s wrong, honey? I know you have something on your mind, what is it?” She looked as if she was about to reveal some deep, dark secret, but then decided not to.
“Really, honey, nothing is wrong. I just had a hard day yesterday…..honest.”
“Okay,” I said, “but you know, of course, you can talk to me about anything…anything at all…….right?” She smiled that smile that made men weak in the knees.
“I know, dear. Really, nothing is wrong. Why don’t you go back to bed and try to get some sleep. I’ll join you in a few minutes.” I was exhausted from a long night of brain overload and fell asleep, this time, as soon as my head hit the pillow. I woke up a couple of minutes before the alarm went off and looked over to see my lovely bride laying next to me. I just couldn’t stop worrying that something was wrong. As the alarm went off, she stirred and stretched, then looked into my eyes. Her face was beaming as she said, “Good morning my wonderful man.” She crawled on top of me with a passionate kiss. Unfortunately, we both knew there was no time for hanky panky. Tammy had to get to school and I had an early appointment with a client.
On the way out the door Judy informed me she had some shopping to do today so not to worry if I called the house and got no answer. I said okay as I got into my black, Z3 convertible and flicked the switch so the top would go down. It was a gorgeous, summer day in Chicago, and I was looking forward to driving in on Lake Shore Drive rather than use the expressway. I met my client, but had a hard time focusing. Judy was bright and cheery this morning, but I couldn’t help but think that something was really bothering her last night. For one split second I thought, could she be having an affair? That was ridiculous and I knew it. Out of all the people we knew, I didn’t know anyone who’s marriage was as solid as ours. No, something was bothering her, but it wouldn’t be that. What ever it was, she seemed to have taken care of it by morning. As the day progressed and I got busy and thought less and less about the night before.
By the time I got home I was hoping Judy was as horny as I was. Once again, however, she seemed to be a little pensive during the evening. I wasn’t going to make the same mistake I made the other night so I joined in helping with my daughter’s school project and spent the whole night with my family. After putting Tammy to bed, I took Judy’s hand and lead her to the bedroom. She knew, from the twinkle in my eye, exactly what I wanted and this time she gave me no arguments. I was going to be extra sensual and romantic. I teased her body with my soft touch as I slowly undress her. She laid her head back and sighed as I kissed her neck. I took her in my arms and lowered her body to the bed. I gently worked her nipples with my tongue as I messaged her, perfect, 34-C breasts. She moaned as I worked my tongue down her flat stomach where I paused slightly before separating the folds of her pussy. I teased, flicked, and worked my tongue around, sometimes sucking her clit until it was hard, almost like my cock. I was not, what you would call, hung like a horse, but I was bigger than average and I could stay hard for a couple of hours, which I did. Judy climaxed three times, each time, trying to be quiet so we wouldn’t wake Tammy. The last time we both came together and we were totally spent. Again though, during the whole time, I had the feeling that Judy just wasn’t into it quite as much as she normally would be and, for the second time, the suspicion of an affair crept into my brain and, this time, it stayed there.
During the drive into work I kept telling myself my suspicions were foolish, but I had to find out for sure. One thing was obvious, I could not let Judy know I didn’t trust her so, what ever I came up with, had to be covert. When I got into the studio I checked my shooting schedule. There was a two hour gap around noon so I called an old friend of mine, Sammy. Sammy was a procurer of things. I don’t know how he did it, but I got half of the equipment in my studio from Sammy and, all the time, at lower than wholesale prices. The equipment was all top quality, it wasn’t gray market, all the equipment came with the manufacturer’s warranties, and I knew it was not hot. I had an idea, but I need to talk to Sammy over lunch about some special equipment I would need. When we met at a, down town, restaurant a couple blocks from my studio, I asked him if he had access to small spy cameras. He was a little surprised at my request and asked what the hell I was going to do with spy cameras. Sammy was a good friend. He had been to our house many times over the years and knew, both Judy and Tammy. “Sammy, you have to promise that what I’m going to tell you goes no further than the two of us,” I said.
“Of course, pal, what the hell is going on, this is starting to sound serous?”
“I think Judy is having an affair.” I could hardly bring myself to say the words. I thought Sammy was going to choke on a piece of the hamburger he had just bitten into.
“No way,” he mumbled before even swallowing. He took a big gulp and continued. “I have never seen a, more perfect, couple than you and Judy. Are you sure she’s having an affair?”
“No.