I Caught My Wife In Bed With My Boss: Part 5
After first discovering that my wife was cheating on me with my boss, Nick, I’d been even more shocked to find out that she was also likely sleeping with another work colleague too. Confronting her wasn’t an option without making sure that I had everything correct, so I came up with a plan and now it’s time to find out once and for all just how much of a cheating wife she really is…
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Part 5
It was the day of the company birthday party and everything was in place. I’d packed an overnight bag and pretended to travel to meet Carlton but instead, I’d booked a local hotel to stay in although I hadn’t decided whether or not to use it. If nothing happened between Pamela and either Nick or Mark, then I might as well head home.
“How’s it going?” Carlton asked me on the phone. He’d given me a ring to see what was going on, the third such call since he’d agreed to help me. I had to tell him. I couldn’t keep palming him off with an ‘I’ll tell you later’ comment.
“I’m fine,” I lied. I wasn’t. I was a nervous wreck. “I guess you want to know what’s happening?”
“That was my next question,” my client and friend replied.
“It’s Pamela,” I said reluctantly. “She’s-”
“Cheating on you?” Carlton anticipated what I was going to say.
“What?” I was caught off guard. “How did you know?”
“I didn’t,” he admitted. “But I had my suspicions.”
Carlton went on to tell me how he came over to the office a while ago to see me but I wasn’t in. I remembered that day. I’d been on the road at a different customer’s premises but Nick had dealt with it for me. He explained that just after he left, he realised he’d left his coat and returned and overheard Nick on the phone.
“I stayed outside the office because I thought I heard him say ‘Pam’ and at first, I thought he was talking about you but he wasn’t.” Carlton paused. “I didn’t say anything to you because I wasn’t sure and didn’t want to cause you any trouble.”
“What did you hear him say?” I asked.
“That he had a good time with you that morning,” Carlton continued. “And that he was looking forward to next time. As soon as I heard it, I started to second guess whether I’d heard the name Pam or Sam.”
“And that’s it?”
“I guess I’ve just been getting some weird vibes about it all,” Carlton finished explaining. “Sometimes you get a hunch, right?”
“Well, it’s true,” I admitted. “I caught her on our security camera at home. Don’t say anything. I’m dealing with it.”
Carlton asked how and I explained my plan to him.
“Well, you’re a more patient and braver man than me,” he said after a long moment. “Good luck. Call me later and let me know the outcome?”
“I will,” I replied. “And thank you for agreeing to lie for me. I appreciate it.”
I hung up and looked at my watch. It was six o’clock. The party started at seven, so if Pamela was heading out, she’d be leaving the house any time now. I was parked a little way up the road, being careful to park the car behind a van which blocked most of it from sight.
When I spoke to her this morning, she’d said she might go out with Chantelle tonight but she hadn’t made her mind up yet. So here I was, waiting to see if she went out or not.
And then the door opened, and out she stepped, looking stunning in a figure-hugging navy blue dress.
So this was it. Time to find out if she really was going to see Chantelle or if she was going to the party to rendezvous with Nick or Mark.
* * *
When she met up with Chantelle on the corner of the High Street, I didn’t know how to feel. I was relieved that she wasn’t going to cheat on me again but at the same time, I felt disappointed that my plan had been to nought.
I’d followed her at a discreet distance and was tempted to park up, get out of the car and pretend the post-meeting night out had been cancelled and that I’d just happened to drive past and see her but that didn’t seem believable.
It was lucky that I didn’t because as I sat there, pondering what to do next, Nick’s car drove down the other side of the street and pulled up next to the two women. I watched as Mark got out and opened the rear doors for both of the women to get in and then the four of them got back in and the Nick drove them away, in the direction of the office.
Wow.
Not only was Pamela going to the company birthday party without me, but she was taking her friend, Chantelle with her. As I followed them in my car, I realised this might mean that Chantelle knew about her affair. Had Pamela brought her along as part of a double date? Maybe I was wrong about Mark. Perhaps Pamela wasn’t doing anything with him. She could have been setting up the double date for her friend or something.
I trailed them at a safe distance until they reached the Red Lion pub, the venue they’d picked for the party and then once I watched the four of them head inside, I parked up and then realised I had no idea what to do now.
I could enter the pub and surprise them, telling them that my meeting ended early and so I thought I’d join them. That idea appealed, just for the shock factor. I could imagine Pamela’s face when she saw me. But what would it prove? Nothing, other than Mark taking me up on my suggestion and inviting my wife along to the party instead of me.
No, I needed to catch them at it somehow. The best thing to do, I decided, was to be patient and wait. No matter how boring it might be to sit outside a bar for a few hours, it was the best plan of action for now.
I managed an hour before curiosity got the better of me. I needed to know what was going on. I knew the answer would probably be nothing; that they’d be sitting at a table, drinking and chatting but the not-knowing was killing me so I got out of the car.
This was risky. I knew it was. They could come out of the pub at any time but if they did, I could fall back on the lie that the meeting had ended early and be surprised to find them there. Even so, I was cautious, walking slowly and carefully to the pub’s doors and then pushing them open slightly to look through carefully.
Luckily, the bar was crowded and not just with people from work. It took me a few moments to spot them, Pamela was standing over near the jukebox, her long, dark hair still looking immaculate and her body looking incredible in the tight dark blue dress. Chantelle was fiddling with her shoulder-length blonde hair while chatting to Nick, which caught me by surprise because it meant that Mark was the one talking to my wife. He was standing close to her, then leaned in and whispered something into her ear that made her laugh. I watched as she put a hand on his shoulder and then my breath stuck in my throat as his hand went to her ass. Pamela didn’t move it. She let him gently stroke her behind until finally moving his hand, presumably before any of my other work colleagues could see.
I risked buying a drink from the bar, staying out of the line of sight as much as I could and then found a dark corner from which I could watch them from across the length of the room, through the crowd of people coming in and out of the busy venue.
Eventually, something else happened between them. I didn’t think it was going to and wondered if Mark groping her had been a one-off thing and Pamela had chastised him for it but once again, the two of them got close and were talking into each other's ears because of the loud music. There was a moment when their faces were close and then Pamela leaned forward and kissed him.
It wasn’t a brief kiss. It was a full, tongues-in, meaningful kiss. I cringed because any of my work colleagues could have seen them if they were looking that way. I had no way of knowing if they had but Nick definitely saw and he smiled, as did Chantelle.
That confirmed that Pamela’s best friend was in-the-know about my wife’s infidelity. I felt sick.
But that wasn’t the end of it. Only a few minutes after Mark had kissed Pamela, the four of them discussed something, their heads close together. I didn’t know what they were talking about but suddenly, the two men swapped places. Nick was now close to Pamela, talking and laughing, while Mark sat down as a nearby chair became available and Chantelle playfully sat on his knee. Then Nick and Pamela kissed, just as intensely as she’d kissed my other work colleague just moments before.
What the fuck was going on?
I was about to find out because after finishing their drinks, the four of them got up and moved in my direction. In a panic, I ducked out of sight and then realised that no matter where I went, they were likely to see me. I saw the gents' toilets around the corner and casually headed into them, locking myself into one of the cubicles in case either of the men came in.
I waited in there for a minute or two and was about to head out, when I heard Nick’s voice as he entered the toilet, presumably with Mark.
“Oh, my God.” My boss sounded sober. He was the designated driver, after all. “Chantelle is super hot. I’m glad Pamela brought her.”
“She sure is,” Mark’s voice said in a slightly more slurred tone. He’d obviously had a few drinks. “Not as cute as Pamela though.”
“Who is?” Nick replied. “But yeah, I definitely want to fuck Chantelle. Do you think she’s game?”
“She’s got a boyfriend, but she’s very flirty,” Mark answered.
“Pamela’s married,” my boss pointed out. “Hasn’t stopped us both fucking her, has it?”
“True,” my other colleague chuckled.
There it was. Confirmation that Pamela had cheated with Mark too. My fists balled and I felt like storming out of the cubicle and punching their pair of them right there and then but I didn’t. Something stopped me. Instead, I stood there, listening to them further.
“So where are we going from here?” Nick asked. “What’s the plan?”
“I don’t about you, but I really want to fuck one of them,” Mark said. “So a couple more drinks in another bar, away from the rest of the staff and then see where we end up?”
“Yeah,” I heard Nick say but their voices were quieter and then I heard the toilet door swing closed as they exited.
I stood there for a long minute, my heart pumping fiercely in my chest with anger and with something else… that weird sense of arousal that I kept getting at the thought of my wife being slutty like this. I couldn’t believe she’d kissed both of them. In front of half the office staff. Any of them could have seen. And Chantelle! Her best friend knew about this and was obviously saying nothing to stop her.
I left the bathroom slowly and carefully and scanned the room. They weren’t here. As stealthily as I could, I made my way to the exit and saw the four of them getting into Nick’s car.
Fuck.
This was going to be difficult. I had to wait for them to drive away or they’d see me and then I had to run to my car, get in and somehow follow them before they got too far out of sight.
I waited, standing in the pub entrance doorway and as soon as Nick pulled away from the curb, heading away from me, I strode as quickly as I could down the road, got into my car and set off in the same direction.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I muttered to myself, looking down the road for them. I couldn’t see them anywhere. Where could they have gone? I racked my brain. Where was the nearest bar to here?
I drove around for almost an hour, checking out three different pubs but couldn’t see Nick’s car parked outside any of them. After the close call in the Red Lion, I daren’t walk into anywhere but just as I was about to give up and head to my hotel to wait it out, my phone rang. It was Pamela.
“Hi,” she said when I answered. “I’m out with Chantelle and I think I’m a little bit drunk.”
“Are you having a good time?” I said, laughing at her drunk, slightly shrill tone.
“We’re having a great time,” she said back loudly. I could hear music in the background so they were definitely somewhere in a pub or bar. “Chantelle has got off with this guy and I’m feeling a bit left out. Wish you were here.”
“Me too,” I replied. “Hasn’t Chantelle got a boyfriend?”
“Yeah,” Pamela giggled. “But she’s not that happy with him right now and this guy is like super-fit. I think she’s going to go home with him.”
Which one of the two men was Pamela talking about? Which one had picked Chantelle? The other had most likely set his sights on bedding my wife.
“Wow. Go for it, Chantelle. So, what are you going to do? Head home?”
“I think so,” my wife shouted over the din in the background. “Are you coming home? You said you weren’t sure.”
Was she asking for a reason? If I said I was staying at the hotel, would she then go to one of the guys’ houses with them? Or would she invite them back to ours? If I said I was coming home, she’d probably fuck them anyway, I guessed. Most likely in the car, or somewhere else and then head home to me afterwards.
If I couldn’t find them, I wouldn’t know. But how could I find them? I’d been looking for an hour. It was like searching for a needle in a haystack; there were so many bars around this part of town.
I had to take a chance and hope it paid off.
“I’m staying overnight,” I replied. “Carlton and I are out ourselves. I wish we were in the same town, we could have met up.”
“That would have been nice,” Pamela replied. “Okay, I should go and make sure Chantelle is okay. I’ll see you in the morning. I love you.”
She hung up before I even had a chance to ‘I love you’ back to her. Was she that eager to get rid of me so she could go and fuck whichever of my two colleagues she’d ended up with?
I restarted the engine. I’d been parked outside the Fox and Grapes pub, which wasn’t far from home, so I decided to head in that direction and wait around the corner from our house to keep watch and within ten minutes, that decision paid off.
Nick’s car came down the street. I almost didn’t see it because it came from behind me and I had to duck down in the seat to make sure they didn’t notice me sitting there watching.
Once they’d gone past, I got out of the car and walked carefully around the corner to look at the house and saw Nick’s car parked up on our drive. I ducked into a neighbour’s garden and watched as the doors opened and first Mark and then Pamela got out and started walking to the house.
She’d picked Mark. Nick had chosen Chantelle. He was most likely dropping them off here and then taking Pamela’s friend to his. That theory was proven wrong, however, when the car’s lights went out and Nick got out of the car too.
Shit, they were all going inside. Nick and Chantelle were going to use the spare room while Mark fucked Pamela in the master bedroom.
My mind was working overtime. This was crazy.
But then Nick followed Pamela and Mark into the house. Where was Chantelle? I waited there for a moment but still, she didn’t emerge from the car. The house’s front door closed behind Nick and I realised she wasn’t there.
It was just my wife and the two men. Chantelle wasn’t with them.
No fucking way.
My wife was going to fuck both of them.
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