Chapter 3

The next two months went by as expected and nothing of national security came up in our investigation, which was a slight relief. Anna and friends continued to be sluts and I carried on as before, but still having sexual fun with my wife. I think she was enjoying becoming an exhibitionist. Her only request after the night at the tavern was that we travel a bit further from town. So that the chances of being caught by someone who could ruin her job were limited.

So branching out further from home and the warmer weather opened up our options. It had gotten to the point that Anna was begging me to take her out three to four times a week so that we could fuck in public. Most times we were never caught but we did have a lot of close calls and a few times we definitely had an audience. My wife had become insatiable.

Friday morning of the Atlantic City trip had finally arrived, I was packing my car for my solo camping trip and my wife still had not given me the itinerary for her week away. It was obvious that she didn’t want me in the know. The girls showed up in Veronica’s SUV as I finished packing up my car. I helped Anna with her bags, carrying them to the SUV and storing them in the back for her.

I closed the hatch and kissed my wife goodbye. “Have a great time Darling, enjoy the shows!” I said as she climbed into the SUV.

“I will Honey. See you in nine days. You have fun camping and please be careful.” Anna replied in turn.

I then leaned into the driver’s side window and addressed Veronica, Denise, and Emily. “Have fun girls and keep my beautiful bride out of trouble.” The girls giggled and they said that they would. After they backed out of the driveway and left, I went inside the house to make sure everything had been turned off. Once I was sure I had checked everything, I decided I should use the bathroom before leaving. After relieving myself, I went to the sink to wash my hands.

As I washed my hands I looked down at the countertop and made an interesting discovery. Sitting next to the porcelain toothbrush holder, were my wife’s birth control pills. I couldn’t help but wonder if this was intentional or an honest mistake, I was leaning towards a mistake as I don’t believe she would willingly chance exposing her infidelity by purposely getting pregnant.

Taking out my phone I open the camera app, go to settings, and enable the time and date stamp. Then I take a picture of the birth control pills sitting on the counter, satisfied with the evidence that my apparent absent-minded wife left behind. I then locked up our house and drove to work.

Mike was waiting for me in the parking garage. Marc, Justin, and Sharon were already in Atlantic City and were probably getting ready to bug the girls’ hotel room. I grabbed my bag containing the basic necessities and threw it into the van we were taking with us. We then hit the road and were on the way to witness the further destruction of my marriage.

We arrived at the same hotel as the girls, the Ocean Casino Resort. They had picked very well when choosing this place to stay, it had multiple bars, nightclubs, restaurants, and a casino. We had booked four rooms ourselves, one room was set up as our command center. Sharon had her room for her downtime, and Marc, Justin, and Mike had a room to share.

They insisted that I have a room to myself as they were sure there would be times that I would need to be by myself to decompress. I reluctantly agreed only because they were probably right. My team had already devised their rotating shifts for surveillance and sleep. I was mainly there strictly as a supervisor and an aggrieved husband. I didn’t need to be there for any other purpose.

I exited the van after applying some facial prosthetics to alter my appearance, a slightly larger nose, a mustache, a wig, and colored contacts. I was also wearing a different set of clothes, I had outfits for the whole week to support my undercover identity.

Mike and I grabbed our bags and proceeded to the room functioning as our command center. Marc opened the door and let us in. He then went and sat at a desk with a bunch of computer monitors showing multiple angles of the girls’ room and their bathroom. There were also cameras covering the hallway to their room in both directions, as well as cameras in the main lobby showing every entrance and exit.

From the monitors I could tell that the girls were all lying down in the two beds, they appeared to be sleeping. “Marc, Sit Rep?” I asked as I sat down on the edge of one of the two beds in our command center room.

“They arrived about an hour ago and decided to get some sleep before going out tonight,” Marc replied as he looked at this watch. “They are planning to get up in about five hours to get ready. Sharon is in her room sleeping and Justin is in our room sleeping as well.”

“Any word on what their plans are for the evening,” I inquired.

“Dinner at one of the restaurants here at the hotel and then going to one of the bars afterward to pick up guys,” Marc stated.

I looked at my watch, five hours from now would be about 7:00 p.m. So they would have a late dinner probably around eight or so, then they were off to one of the bars to find their dates for the night. I was a little tired from our four-hour ride and if they were planning on making a late night of it I should get some rest as well.

“Okay, I’m going to my room to get a little shut-eye as well. Call me when they get up. Mike, you should get some shut-eye too. Marc, call Sharon, Justin, and Mike as well when the girls get up. As soon as they arrive, fill them in and then get some sleep.” I said giving my orders.

“You got it, boss!” Marc answered. He then got up and opened a case on one of the beds. He pulled out a small box and handed it to me, “Here’s your earpiece and mic, I also sent you an email to your secured address. It has the server link to the command center database, so you can review footage on your laptop this week anytime you want.”

“Thanks, Marc,” I replied and then let myself out and headed to my room.

It seemed like my head had just hit the pillow when my phone went off. Marc was calling, he informed me that the girls had just got up and were getting ready. I dragged myself out of bed and used the bathroom, and reapplied my disguise now with the nonprescription glasses for video footage. I got dressed and put in my earpiece and asked for an audio and video check. Given the all-clear, I made my way down to the lobby and found a seat that watched over the elevators.

I pulled my phone out and made like I was playing a game with it and it added to the illusion of the earpiece I had. Almost everyone these days has earbuds for listening to music and whatnot, so they did not draw the same attention as they used to.

A short while later I heard Sharon in my ear informing me that the girls had just left their room and were heading to the elevators. Sure enough, a few minutes later the four of them stepped out of the elevators dressed to the nines. Clearly, they had at some point swapped clothes out after they picked up Anna, as she had not packed any evening wear remotely as sexy as what she now had on.

With my eyes, I followed them to the restaurant they chose for dinner. As they waited to be seated I got up and slowly made my way towards them. In my ear, Justin announces that he will be joining me for dinner, so I get a table for two after the girls have been seated. Justin soon sat down and we ordered a quick and light meal so that we would be finished eating before the girls.

As we would have no audio on them outside of their hotel room, it was imperative to have at least two of us to keep tabs on them. If one or two of them stepped away from the rest, one of us could stay behind as the other followed. Dinner was uneventful. The girls paid their bill and then went to the ladies’ room, after ten minutes they came out and proceeded to one of the bars.

The girls found a table over by a small dance floor. Justin and I split up as we followed the girls inside, I went and sat at the bar on the far end with a decent view of the girls’ table and dance floor. Justin found himself a small table in between the dance floor and the restrooms. I preferred sitting at the far end of a bar as generally, people would leave the lonely guy alone, especially if he looked like he was sulking.

The bar had two bartenders working, the one on my side was a cute redhead probably early thirties. She reminded me of a young Tawny Kitaen. “What can I get you?” She asked.

“Just a tonic with lime please,” I answered.

The bartender then made me a tonic with lime and placed it down in front of me. “Designated driver tonight?” She inquired.

“Yeah, something like that,” I muttered.

“Drinks on the house then,” she smiled.

“Thanks,” I said as I nodded my appreciation.

Over the next three hours, we watched my wife and her girlfriends dance and flirt with almost every guy that passed by their table. To their credit, they kept their drinking to a minimum while they were on the prowl. They were prepared for the hands-on dancing techniques that their male partners were using, I think my wife was groped more tonight than I groped her for the first few months we were married.

It didn’t appear that they had any special type of man they were looking for, except they all made sure to check out what the men were packing as they danced. I guess I would find out later if they were all size queens or not, once I checked out the footage from their hotel room.

Things started slowing down in the bar around midnight, the girls I guess had decided on their prey for the evening. For the next hour, they all sat around their table talking, drinking, and being all lovey-dovey, kissy-feely. The cute bartender brought me another tonic and lime, I think maybe my fifth or sixth one of the evening.

With business winding down in the bar she would gravitate over to me more and more as she cleaned up. We would make idle chit-chat, pretty much the basic topics they teach in bartending school, keep the patron engaged enough to think that they are being listened to and hopefully you get a generous tip.

It was close to 1:00 a.m. when the girls grabbed their chosen dicks for the night and left the bar. Justin followed them out to see that they stayed in the hotel instead of going somewhere else. Having them stay in the hotel made things easier for us, but we were prepared to follow them elsewhere just in case.

I stayed behind as I was really not feeling up to watching the festivities right now. With my job done for the night, I relaxed and completely slouched down and sighed. Apparently, my sigh was too loud and it drew the attention of my red-headed bartender.

“You weren’t a designated driver were you?” She asked.

“That obvious huh? Don’t worry I’ll pay for the drinks.” I offered.

“Nah, the drinks are still on the house. And yes it’s pretty obvious now that you’re the only customer here.” She stated.

I chuckled, “I suppose that is quite obvious isn’t it.”

“So Hon, what’s your story?” She wondered.

“Well to be honest I was spying on my wife and her friends” I answered, seeing no harm in being partially honest. Especially since no one else was around. The bartender did not seem surprised, hell its probably a weekly occurrence here. I was starting to feel confined by my disguise. I pulled off my wig, followed by my mustache.

She stood there without the slightest bit of shock on her face, that was until I peeled off my prosthetic nose. I put the wig, mustache, and nose into the pockets of my sport coat. I felt so much better.

“I take it things must be pretty serious for a get-up like that.” She commented.

“Yeah, my wife is cheating on me,” I replied. “Those four women who left a few minutes ago with those men, that was them. They are heading upstairs to have an orgy!”

“Oh dear!” She exclaimed and she placed a hand on top of mine. “I can only imagine how tough that must be for you. What are you going to do?

“Well, I never thought she would betray me. I certainly wasn’t prepared for how I found out.” I remarked. “I have already started the divorce process, I just need more solid evidence for it.”

“Would you like to talk about it? It might make you feel better.” As she asked this I looked into her eyes. I hadn’t noticed her cool emerald eyes before, they were breathtaking and most importantly the look she gave me was of complete sincerity.

“I wouldn’t want to bore you with it,” I mumbled.

She squeezed my hand, “Darling I still have another forty minutes before I close up and my cleaning is all done. I don’t mind you bending my ear if you want to let loose. My name is Michelle by the way, but you can call me Shelly if you like.”

“Thank you, Shelly. My name is Sean,” I responded.

I don’t know why exactly, but I found her to be very comforting. So over the next thirty or so minutes, I explained everything to her of course excluding anything to have to do with me working for the C.I.A. I told her that I had hired a private investigator and I was here this week with him to observe firsthand what my wife and her friends were up to.

“So now I am dreading going back to my room and watching the video that the P.I. is filming,” I commented to Shelly.

“Sean ... if you like, I can come up and watch it with you. So you don’t have to go through it alone,” Shelly offered.

“I ... I...” stuttered as my mind went blank.

“Boss!” I hear Sharon in my ear. “Hey boss, she is really into you. She hasn’t broken eye contact with you once since you started telling her about Anna cheating on you. She also hasn’t moved her hand from yours either.”

“I ... I...” I am so unsure.

“I’ve already run a background check on her boss, she’s divorced. Three years ago. Her husband cheated on her and got her best friend pregnant.” Sharon said into my ear. “She’s been there before, take her up on her offer.”

“I ... I...”

“It’s okay,” Shelly says with a look of dejection in her beautiful emerald eyes. “I understand, I get it.” She begins to pull away.

“GO FOR IT!” I hear being shouted in my ear from all four of my team.

“No!” I gasp. Shelly stops and looks into my eyes once more. “I’d ... I’d ... really appreciate your company!” I managed to blurt out.

I was rewarded with a big beautiful smile. “Well alright. Give me a few minutes to close up then.”

I stood up, reached into my inside pocket, and pulled out my wallet. I took a twenty-dollar bill out and handed it to Shelly. “For the great service tonight and keeping a cool glass of tonic in front of me all night.” I smile and then say, “I’ll be waiting out in the lobby for you.”

“Thank you. I’ll be right out” Shelly says as she pockets the twenty.

I head out into the lobby and leaned against the wall next to the bar.

“Good decision boss!” I heard from Sharon.

“Thanks for the push, you guys!” I say low so as to not draw attention.

“Not a problem boss!” They all answer.

A few minutes later Shelly appears and lowers the security gate to the bar and locks it. I present my arm to her, she wraps her arm around mine and we head up to my room. We acquaint ourselves with each other along the way, trading facts about our lives. Eventually, we make it to my room and we go inside, I clear off the bed so that we have a place to sit while we watch the orgy in my wife’s room.

I take off my suit coat and the video recording glasses as well as my earpiece. Making sure that I have turned them both off. On the desk, I open up the case for my colored contacts, remove them from my eyes, and place them back in their container. I turn to look at Shelly and her mouth is agape.

“You have the most stunning blue eyes, I have ever seen.” She exclaims.

“I could say the same about your green eyes” I stated. We both blushed.

I go to the mini-fridge and offer Shelly a drink, she asks for a beer and I grab one myself. I then turn on the TV and set up my laptop, I use a VPN to secure my connection. Then I cast to the big screen. I pull up my email and see Marc has sent a new email so that it looks like it’s from a P.I. My team really is the best, the link takes me right to the footage so I don’t need to log on to our server and possibly expose that I’m a C.I.A. agent.