It was in the middle of a meeting with the Internet security team at my office that the solution came. I was worried, of course, about what my wife, Nan, and our contractor, Kyle, might be up to when construction finally was underway at our home. But I just didn’t trust the guy. Not with my wife and not with things less valuable, like antiques or money that might be sitting around. Because of the nature of the work, there would be times Kyle and his hired-hands would have to be inside the house. This just couldn’t be avoided. So, the solution? Hidden cameras.

I know. Evil! And I know! I should trust my wife. And I did trust her. Truly I did. But it was really more about not knowing than trusting. I would be fine, albeit stung a bit, if she chose to fuck Kyle in my house. But not knowing that she had fucked him was the maddening part. So the hidden cameras might be the only way I could know with certainty that Kyle wasn’t having his way with my wife every afternoon while I was out working my ass of to pay him for banging nails, not banging my wife.

I cut out of work early and went to a security store. The owner of the shop was shady, to say the least. He wore shaded, large framed glasses that looked like he had worn since the 1960s. In fact, I wasn’t sure that he had trimmed his beard or cut his hair since the sixties but he certainly seemed to have just the right amount of paranoia to give me the confidence in my purchase of software that allowed me to remotely access the recordings from the cameras hidden in the new fire alarms and outdoor micro-cameras he sold for “sub-market value.”

I hurried home knowing that Nan had a training that was going to run her late from work. I first set up the outdoor micro-cameras corners of the roof so that I could look down on the construction site of the new garage and the backyard patio. Then I replaced all the fire alarms in every room of the house with the new ones, hiding the old ones in the basement. Once I confirmed that each camera was operational, I loaded the software on my old laptop that neither of us used anymore, and checked the cameras. I was amazed at the clarity of the picture and the sound quality! Jimbo from the security shop had definitely given me a good deal.

I decided to test the new system that night. Once Nan had completed her workout and headed into the bathroom I opened up the old laptop and turned on the remote cameras. I brought up the bathroom camera to full screen and was able to zoom in on my wife undressing after her workout, checking the tightness of her stomach, squeezing her boobs while looking in the mirror. While she was getting ready to turn on the shower I switched to the recordings I had accumulated since installing. The outside cameras showed various wildlife flittering in and out of view. The inside cameras showed Nan and I roaming around the house doing our normal evening routine. I made a mental note not to stare at the fire alarms so much because surely she would catch me at some point.  It was fun watching her workout routine. I watched her stretch her long legs and the ripped tone in her thighs as she moved in time with the activity on the screen.

I switched back to the bathroom camera and nearly jumped out of my chair when I saw my wife leaning against the bathroom wall with one foot propped on the bathroom tub and the other firmly planted on the floor and her hand pumping a dildo in and out of her pussy! I didn’t think I had been away long enough for her to have gotten to the point where she was about to cum, but I could see her knees buckling already and her eyes squeezing tight. I could hear the moaning clearly through the video camera microphone. My cock instantly inflamed and I wanted to rush into the bathroom and take her right then. But I stopped myself knowing that she would wonder how I knew and I could not, of course, tell her. Instead I watched my gorgeous wife, with her lean, sexy legs buckling and her full, natural tits swaying as she fucked some imaginary boyfriend with her dildo. I watched her bite her lip. I watched her body tense. And then, when the rush flooded inside of her, I saw her mouth gape open and a moan exhale while her eyebrows furrowed as they do when the climax is really hard. I couldn’t help but wonder if the cock inside of her was Kyle’s.