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| I sat on the sofa staring at the photo on the coffee table. I was oscillating between rage prettiest cheerleaders and despair. Again, I picked up the photo and scanned it for any telltale signs. All I could see was a woman with dark hair bent over an office desk and a man standing behind her with his pants around his ankles. I couldn't see the woman's face because of the placement of her hair nor could I see the face of the man. The photo appeared to be taken from some one looking in from the door way girls in string bikinis of an office. There was nothing else in the photo that I recognized to help me ascertain the identity of the "Fucker" and the "Fuckee." However, on the back of nfl cheerleaders naked the photo, some one had scrawled, "Just thought you would want to know how your wife spends her lunch hour." So now I suspected that I was the "Fucked." I'm Jack Murphy and I have been married to Ellen for 20 years. Ellen and I shaved beavers had met in college and married soon after graduation. I graduated with a degree in mechanical engineering and went to work for an oil company in a local refinery. Ellen graduated with a marketing degree and now works for a medical device manufacturer as a liaison between her company and the advertising agencies. We have two children, Roger and Beth, who both joined the Air Force after graduating from high school and are working on their college degrees at night school. Ellen nfl cheerleader having sex got pregnant soon after we married and she became a stay-at-home mom. When the youngest went off to nude photos middle school, Ellen decided it was time to join the work force and had no trouble landing a job. She has a very warm personality, a great figure, and is fairly attractive. Two weeks after her job hunt started she was working full time. Things went along fine for the next 6 years as the kids worked their way through middle school and high school. The kids played soccer and Ellen became a soccer mom in her spare time. I don't know why the kids decided to go into the Air Force and not go straight to college. Maybe they want to see the world and have some financial independence. But they were adults and made their own decisions. Regardless, they did appear to jennifer garner nude be happy with their adventure. After the kids left the nest, I noticed a change in Ellen. She seemed at odds with herself on what to do with her extra time. Occasionally, she would come lesbian redhead home a little late explaining that she had stopped by Clancy's after work for drink. I never thought much of it because she never made it a regular event. Tonight she would be coming home a little late. She was meeting her friends at Clancy's again. My mind was drawn back to the present and my eyes went back to focus on brunette gallery the photo. Many possibilities kept swirling around my head. Was my wife having beyonce naked an affair? Was this even my wife? Who was this guy? Who took the photo? Why did they take the photo? What did they want? Was I being blackmailed and if I didn't pay would they expose my wife to my friends and business associates? Did they intend to black mail my wife? Did they intend to get my wife fired if she didn't pay? But how could the photographer do anything if one couldn't see the faces of this couple? Did the photographer have more photos that revealed the identity of this couple? My first inclination was to rush over to big butt my wife's office and confront her but that would only make me look like a paranoid fool. I imagine the photographer would have a good laugh at my expense, and girls breasts my wife would be furious! As a young boy I was taught not to bury my head in the sand hoping that trouble would eventually go away. My Dad always taught me to be proactive; identify the problem and find a solution. The first thing I needed to do was check the house thoroughly for any clues. I started with her closet and dresser. I could find nothing in her clothes, shoe boxes, or drawers. I peeked into the attic to see if anything was there; again there was nothing. If I was to find anything at home, it had to be an electronic file. There didn't appear to be any physical evidence anywhere. I booted up the bloody pussy computer and scanned the hard drive for jpg's. I could find no photo files that I wasn't already familiar with. Finding her email accounts would be more difficult. I would have to install a key logger to the back of the computer and plug the keyboard into lesbian redhead it. I would do that tomorrow. A further search of the computer revealed nothing. I simply had no clues. I had to stop because Ellen would be back at anytime now. I went down stairs to hide the photo. No sooner had I slipped the photo into my briefcase, when Ellen opened the door and said, "Hi. Sorry I am a bit late but I haven's gone out with the girls in over a month now." I told her, "No problem. I am going to bed a little early tonight. I shaved beaver shots feel a bit under the weather." With that I turned and went upstairs. I could tall women faintly hear the TV down stairs and the victoria secret girls next thing I remember was the alarm clock going off. It was 4:00AM and time to get up. Ellen was still asleep. I never even heard home come to bed. I felt refreshed and ready to hit the ground running; I had a full day ahead of me. I nude brunette went down stairs to make coffee and then headed out to the garage to do a quick search of Ellen's car. Again, I came away empty handed with no clues or evidence. I then went to Ellen's purse and pulled out her cell phone and went through her phone directory. Again, I found nothing unusual. I recognized the names in her directory pussy movies and I didn't feel that there were any likely candidates for engaging in a clandestine affair with my wife. I realized that I could only go so far in my investigation as an amateur. I now needed the help of a professional if I was to get to the bottom of this mystery. An hour later, I had shaved, showered, dressed, and pussy pics was on my way to the office. The first thing I did was log on to the Yahoo Yellow Pages where I got the phone number of ACME Investigations. I called and arranged for a 4:00PM appointment that afternoon. The day went slow, and I didn't accomplish a damm thing. I just couldn't focus on anything. I left the office about 300PM and drove across town where I pulled up next to a single story office and got out. The building looked a little dilapidated. I had my reservations about these PI guys. I really didn't trust them but I was a novice in dealing with private investigators and had no reference point to judge them. As I sat across from the PI, I noticed the wrinkles in his shirt. His tie was loud and kind of vulgar looking. I said to myself, "Oh, shit. I'm I in for a ride or what!" The first thing this guy did was ask for a $200 consulting fee. This guy was as high priced as an attorney! As told the PI my story, cheerleader lesbians having sex he sat watching the clock. I had to speed it up or it was going to cost me another $200. When I finished, the guy told me he couldn't help me. He said that the only way to catch you wife was to bug her office and perhaps the office of her boss. He said that that was illegal and he was not about to lose his license over a small fee. He suspected that if anything was going on, they fucked at work and pussy movies their fucking never left the building. He felt that I was wasting my time trying to catch them under those circumstances, and my wife may not even be the woman in the photo. He told me that he would love to take my money but he had a problem with stealing. As he walked me to the door, he told me that if he could overcome his hang-up with stealing, he would be able to start getting his shirts ironed. I laughed as I left the building. I drove home lost cheerleaders dirty and confused. I really didn't know what to do. I could break into the building and plant my own bugs; but I would be picked up on the surveillance cameras, and then I realized galleries of natural breasts I don't know the first thing about planting bugs! For all I big tits round ass know, my wife could be completely loyal and is being harassed by an envious employee, or my wife might be getting tag teamed by the entire management staff on a daily basis. I just didn't have a clue. I amanda bynes nude needed more time to think and perhaps buy some time to see if another photo would arrive in the mail. A week went by and I watched Ellen's behavior closely looking for any physical free blonde galleries clue, any deviation from what I perceived as her usual routine. There was none. I had begun to check lingerie models her panties for sign of semen or odors of sex. I really started to become disgusted with my own behavior - sniffing dirty underwear. I decided to stop everything cold turkey. My imagination was beginning to exceed the boundaries of sanity. For the next week, I did nothing. I sat back and thought to myself, "Living well would be the best payback." I had read that somewhere but I couldn't bikini contest remember. It sounded sooo good! I stepped up and looked into the mirror and a second voice pooped into my head. It said, "Do you really believe rate my ass that crap? The best revenge is living well! What a crock of shit! Don't give up, find out what is going on and take the appropriate action!" I couldn't believe that there were two voices in my brain having an argument. Where in the hell were these two voices coming from? Why not three voices! After all, the more the merrier, right! But the second voice was right. It went against my very nature, my soul if you will, not to solve the mystery. Then as if a dam broke, my mind was flooded with fresh ideas on how to tackle the problem. The next day, I went and found an electronic specialty store and bought a tiny voice activated recorder. That night, after Ellen went to sleep, I found her purse and made a small incision in the bottom of her purse liner to slip the recorder in. With all the crap she kept in her perfect butt purse, I was betting that she would never notice the small lump at the bottom. I knew Ellen would not slip up if I didn't stir the pot. I needed her pump that ass to leave the house today pissed-off and agitated. I was banking on her making a beeline to her "Fucker" to hash out her problem. That is if a "Fucker" really existed. So when Ellen woke up, I waited until she got down stairs. She walked naked little girls into to the kitchen and sat down at the breakfast nook. I was finishing a ass licking cup of coffee and reading the paper. Ellen told me, "Good morning Dear!" Aren't you running a bit late?" I looked at her and said, "I have something disturbing to discuss with glamour teen models you." I watched her eyes closely. She had the mask of a professional poker player. She looked right at me and didn't even blink, and answered, "What is your problem, now!" I began, "Ellen, a few weeks ago I was sent a photo of you fucking a man in an office at you workplace. I have thought carefully about our relationship and I have come to a decision. I want you to quite your job small pussy immediately and I want a full report from you this evening identifying all the parties, places, and times. If I do not have a full accounting by this evening, I will turn over all evidence to my attorney." She looked right at me without blinking and said, "Fuck you! I have never brunette anal slept with anyone during my marriage so you couldn't possibly have any proof." I got up, headed to the front door, and looked back at her. In a loud and steady voice, I said, "All bikini oil wrestling of it by tonight or there will be no tomorrow." I then walked out the door slamming it behind me. I knew that if she was guilty, this would trigger her into action. If she considered her work a "Safe Haven," there would be a chance that she would talk freely with her "Fucker" and the voice recorder would pick up the conversation - if she had that conversation in her office. If she had the conversation in his office, she may or may not have her purse with her. And if she had not been doing anything, she would know I had no solid evidence. She may call and bitch to her mother, friends, or she may call an attorney for an appointment, but the voice recorder would pick up that conversation too. If the voice recorder picked up nothing, then there was a strong possibility that she had that conversation in the office of her "Fucker." If that was the case, I would intensify my efforts. I had a relaxing day. I knew there was a possibility that this mystery would come to a head this evening if the voice recorder had detected anything. cum on tits I could hardly wait for the day to pass. Finally, 4:00PM rolled around. I nude girl packed up my briefcase and headed home into the unknown. To be continued... |
