"Sunday's Game" - Part 3 of 3

(MF cheat wife)

The meeting with Dave and his surveillance man, Henry, was an education for me. I had no idea what changes had come to this field. James Bond's stuff looked antique in comparison. After a brief tour of the house, Dave left with the video tape of Michelle's Sunday romp, the pictures and the rolls of negatives. "I'll show this whole thing to Charles. I know he's going to love it."

"Dave, no names. Ok? And don't let him keep anything until I've definitely made up my mind."

"You got it." With that Dave was gone and Henry was on the phone with his crew. They arrived half an hour later with an unmarked white van crammed full of electronic stuff. Trying not to attract attention, I had the driver move his van into my garage and closed the door. There were three of them besides Henry and they were all over the house. Within two hours they had installed four sub- miniature cameras in the living room, four in the den and four more in the bedroom. Single cameras went into the entry hall. "We want to catch everyone coming in." commented Henry upon seeing thepuzzled look on my face.

Camera also went into the bathroom, kitchen and hallways. Disguised as smoke detectors, wall switches, electrical outlets or placed into the air conditioning outlets, they were impossible to detect. Most had cables run from them to the attic, but some were RF (radio frequency) where it wasn't possible to get a cable run quickly.

In the attic, Henry's men had installed a bank of VCR's; one for each camera, and several small TV monitors for personal viewing. Two large lounge chairs, a desk and several other pieces of furniture were carried up into my attic. Bags of food, a coffee pot and even a small refrigerator were brought in. "Sometimes my men have to be here for a long time. I want them to be comfortable," explained Henry.

Finally, they were finished. "Want to see a demo?" I followed Henry up to my attic, which now looked like a small, furnished apartment. As Henry switched on the monitors we could see his men were inspecting their work downstairs. Each of the cameras had a small, powerful zoom lens and Henry demonstrated their clarity by zooming in on the button on Jake's shirt. We could clearly see the individual threads holding the button on. "Wow, this stuff is amazing. But what about later in the day when it starts to get dark?"

"These babies are great in low light, but to help, I've changed all of your light bulbs to higher wattage. I took out all the 60 and 75 watt bulbs and put in 150's. I'm sure we'll have enough light - one way or the other."

"Who will be here doing the taping.?"

"I'll be here today, with Jake for the first session. If we do some follow-on sessions I'll let Jake run it with one of the other guys."

I left and went back to work, explaining to my secretary that I'd been at the dentist with an urgent toothache. As I passed his office I notice Jeff huddled with George at his desk talking and laughing. I could imagine the subject. The rest of the afternoon passed slowly.

At 5 p.m. I called my home and Michelle answered. "I just walked in. Had a great day with Myra; we shopped everywhere."

"That's great. Listen, the reason I called is that Dave has invited me to play golf with him on Sunday at Diamond Creek. It's a tournament and then dinner afterwards."

"Oh, so you'll be gone all day?" Michelle murmured.

"Yes, and it'll take me about two hours to drive up there so I'll be leaving early."

"How early."

"I'll need to be on the road by 8."

"I'm sure you'll enjoy the day with Dave. What time will you be home?"

It was hard for her to disguise the anxiety in her voice. Conspiracy was not Michelle's strong point. "Well, the dinner will go until at least 9 p.m. so I should be home around 11."

"That will be a very nice day for you." Again, I noted the strain in her voice. I immediately felt a great sadness about was happening. Maybe I could still change things.

"Are you sure you're okay with me going? I could cancel out," I suggested hopefully. There was still a chance that she'd accept my invitation and cancel out the date with Jeff. But I was wrong.

"Oh, no, I wouldn't think of it. You go; I'll be fine. Maybe Myra and I will go shopping." I knew that Myra always visited her mother on Sundays. That's why Jeff was free. Lying was also not one of Michelle's things. In the coming weeks she'd have a lot of practice. I expected her to get much better.

I tried once more, "Look, I know that I've been neglecting you a lot lately. Why don't I skip the golf on Sunday? We'll leave Saturday; take the car and go down to the beach for the weekend. We can get a motel and spend the weekend walking on the beach and playing. It'll be fun."

"Oh, Brad. That sounds wonderful, but I've got so many things to do this weekend. Let's do it someother time."

"I'd love to do it this weekend. Are you sure you can't get away?

"I'm sure, Brad. Another time, okay?"

"Sure." I hung up the phone and knew that things had just gone too far. There was no turning back now. The intercom buzzed and Susan's voice announced, "Dave McMurry is on line 2." "I was right," Dave said, the delight obvious in his voice, "Charlie loved the stuff I showed him. In his words, it's 'Top Drawer'. He's very enthusiastic, about the actors and about the partnership. He wants to get together tomorrow and work out the details. Where are you with it right now; are we a go?"

Pausing for a deep breath, I responded, "We're a go, Dave."

"Wonderful. Can you be at my place at 10 a.m.?"

"I'll be there."

Saturday morning, we were in Charles' office. He demonstrated a few of the tapes he'd run the day and before. Including telephone recordings of my conversation with Michelle, and then another conversation immediately following between Michelle and Jeff.

"Hi, Jeff. Can you talk?"

"Hi, Sweetheart. Sure, nobody's here. What's up?"

"I just got off the phone with Brad. He's playing golf on Sunday in a tournament way up in the valley. He'll be leaving at 8 a.m. and will be gone all day. Until almost midnight. I told him I was going shopping with Myra. Is she going to see her mother this weekend?"

"Yes, she always does."

"I'll be free all day. Can I see you?" she asked with a slight pleading tone in her voice that cut through Brad's heart.

"Well, I suppose I could work it out. I'm spending the day with George. I'll bring him along."

"George? I, uh, thought it could just be the two of us."

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"You'll love George, he's a really great guy. He's into photography and would like to take a few pictures of you himself."

"Whoa, wait a minute, Jeff. I'm not going to do this with him. What do you think I am?"

"Well, we already know what you are, and if I showed your husband some of those pictures I took, he'd know what you are, too. So, just get off your high horse."

"Jeff, I thought you loved me. We talked about running away together. What happened?" Brad could tell she was crying now.

"Look, Michelle, you're gorgeous, you give great head, and you're a great lay. I want to keep doing just exactly what we did last Sunday. George will just make the whole thing that much better."

"I don't want George here."

"George is coming with me, and he's going to take some pictures and some video of you sucking my cock and of you and I fucking. And then maybe, just maybe, if you're really nice, he'll let you suck on that big black cock of his."

"Black, George is black? Oh, Jeff, please don't make me do this."

"You'll love it. I guarantee it. And once you get a taste of that black cock, nothing else, even me, will ever satisfy you again. Look, I'll bring George over, and we'll talk. You'll meet him and I know you'll like him. Brad is leaving at 8 you say? We'll be there around 9 and we can spend the whole day together. It'll be great."

"Will Myra be gone that early?" Suddenly she realized that she'd accepted his proposal to have a threesome with a black man. Was she crazy? "When will she be home?"

"It's her Mom's birthday and the whole family is gathering for a big day. She's leaving early, and is staying over until Monday. They're having a big party - dinner and all the stuff, and Myra wants to stay and help her mom clean up after the party."

"Oh, Jeff, I'm scared about George."

"Don't be. He's a very nice man, and he'll love you. He really likes white women."

"Are you sure? I mean, I've never been with a black man before."

"Absolutely, you'll love him. And besides, admit it. Having a black guy is a fantasy of yours, right?"

"Well, I...I guess it's okay. If you're going to be there."

"Wonderful. Now, why don't you put your little bikini on and get some sun in the back yard. I'm in my den upstairs and I'll take some pictures. When I signal you, take it off and rub some oil on your body like you did a couple of weeks ago."

"I didn't know you could see me then. I thought I was all alone."

"I know. And you were gorgeous, very sexy. You made me come just watching you. Now get out there and let me get some pictures of those great tits and cute little pussy." He hung up the phone without waiting for her to answer.

"Jeff? Jeff? Oh, shit." Click.

Brad sat in a state of shock, as the recorder hissed for a few seconds. Then another call, this time outgoing. A dialing and then a ring, another ring.

"Hello."

"Janet, It's Michelle. My God, you'll never believe what's happening now."

"Well, after last Sunday's little escapade, nothing could surprise me. What have you been up to?"

Michelle then went on to relate the events of Jeff's phone call and about what was going to happen to her with the black man next Sunday.

"You're not going to go through with it? My God, Michelle, two men and one a black? I mean, you know what they say about them. Aren't you afraid? Why are you doing this?"

"When Jeff suggested it I was adamant. I told him no way. But then Jeff threatened to show my pictures to Brad. Some of them are really graphic. I mean seriously graphic."

"Michelle, that's blackmail! You could get him arrested."

"Yes, and he could ruin my life...and Brad's. Brad would lose his job, and we'd be run out of town. And... besides..." Her voice trailed off.

"Besides what? Don't tell me the idea is starting to appeal to you. My God, Michelle, are you crazy? I mean the fantasy of having two men might be wonderful, but these guys have every intention of spending the day fucking you - and of taking pictures and video of you. And one of them is black. Please tell me that you're kidding - that you're not really going to do this."

"Well, I was scared at first, but right now, I'm so horny. Being with Jeff last Sunday has just triggered something in me, and this idea is starting to appeal to me. I wish I could just spend the day with Jeff. He has a wonderful cock and he makes me feel so good. He's very sexy and the pictures and video are wonderful. God I must be going crazy, but I just can't stand to think of not seeing him again - and soon!"

"Michelle, you are nuts? What if Brad finds out about this?"

"He's not going to find out. I'm being very careful. Oh, and I forgot to tell you. This afternoon, after Jeff finished telling me about George, he told me to get into my bikini and go out into the back yard. I thought it was so private, but there's one window in his house where he has a clear view of our yard. He's been taking pictures of me all summer! Remember the day you and I sunbathed nude in our yard? Jeff has photos of that session. He said he has some good ones of you and I together. Remember when we were rubbing oil on each other? He said that really turned him on."

"Well, anyway, today he made me go out there. I could just barely see him through the trees waving out of his window. Then he had me take off my bikini and rub baby oil all over myself. I ended up masturbating and it was great, knowing he was watching and taking pictures. You know what I was thinking about as I came?"

"The black guy, right?"

"Right! And now, all I can think about is him. I'm obsessing about him, just the idea makes me all excited. I mean, it's not like I'm going to let him fuck me or anything like that. But I do think it will be fun to play around."

"Sure! Right! You say you're not going to let him fuck you? What do you think these guys are coming over there for? Of course, they're going to fuck you. They're going to fuck your brains out! And if you don't let them, they're just going to do it anyway. They'll rape you, and what are you going to do about it? Call the cops?"

Suddenly sobered by Janet's comments, Michelle felt a pang of terror and fright. Janet was right. She had to stop this nonsense. "Oh, Janet. What am I going to do?"

- The End -

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