Anyhow, something about my wife just struck me as not normal earlier this week around Monday or Tuesday or so. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but, for some reason, I figured it had something to do with her coworker, Mike. She hasn't really given me a reason to be suspicious about much, but something to me seemed off. She was unusually cheery and I wondered maybe if some workplace dynamics had shifted, possibly in a playful or flirtatious direction.
I didn't think much of it until Wednesday afternoon. Out of the blue, I got a text from her that said, "Gonna be a late one." Needless to say, that really got me to thinking, as she hasn't done a lot of late work lately. Then, as it turned out, my afternoon class let out extra early. I had already decided I would do a drive-by on the place where she works. By the time I stopped for gas, got home and let the dog out, and got out on the road to her office, it was already fairly close to her normal quitting time of 4:00 PM. She sent me the text around 2:30 PM.
I looked up her work address on Google maps and decided that the best way to get to her office would be on surface streets. It took a lot longer than I expected due to it being rush hour plus overcast skies with light drizzle. By the time I made it to the general area, it was somewhere around 4:15 or 4:20 PM, not too much long past when she would otherwise normally be leaving work. I came up on the building and saw a car parked out front that I presumed belongs to her female coworker Veronica. As I got to the end of the building, and turned onto the street along the side of it, I saw my wife's car and a big pick-up truck that I assumed belonged to Mike parked under a carport that came off the side of the building. I was fortunate that my wife wasn't out smoking, as I would have had no plausible reason for driving over to her office—that I'd never even been to before, much less knew the actual address—but no one was out there, so I assumed I was safe for the time being.
On just about all sides around the building were residential areas that I couldn't park at. I wasn't sure what to do as I knew I wanted to get close enough to the building to peek in the windows or at least hear what was going on if there were any funny business. I continued to the next intersection, where I figured I'd make the block, come around for a second pass, and then figure out my next step. As I went by for pass number two, I realized there was a park another block away. I parked in an open spot and proceeded on foot towards the office. I had to cut through a few yards to do so, but I wasn't worried about it because, at that point, I had a one-track mind and a goal to achieve, and you know how people get when they're on a mission.
I drew up on the building's rear side. The front and back walls were longer than the left and right side wall. This back wall had probably seven or eight tall but narrow windows. All of them were also covered with blinds. I walked as close as I could to the back wall without hopefully giving myself away in the process. I proceeded towards the side of the building where the carport and vehicles were, assuming that was probably the best location to catch the shenanigans because I figured that was where at least Wife's office was.
As I rounded the corner, I caught cold feet. This side of the building was in plain view, and I thought I'd be risking too much being caught out there, effectively spying on my wife and her coworkers. A trespassing charge would probably be the least of my worries if any one of the three of them came out through that side door.
Although I absolutely had not sated my own curiosity, I decided to leave. I made the block on foot back to the park and got in my truck. I pulled out and made another drive-by but there was no way to tell what, if anything, was going on inside.
I made it back home around the time I would have otherwise gotten back from class. So, as I was outside with the dog I sent her a text to let her know I was home. She didn't reply for four minutes, but if she was really busy and working on clearing out a mountain of jobs, I could totally understand that. I still wasn't satisfied, though, and knew I would have to continue to dig.
Except for the period where we were free to play with others, she had otherwise been a fairly open book. Even at that time, she knew I was snooping on her to verify my suspicions and didn't really try to hide anything from me. She routinely kept her computer open to where I could see anything I wanted just by coming up to it and starting to click around. Chat windows, internet history, email, anything I wanted, I had access to at my fingertips. While there were some small things that suggested she might be up to something, there was never any "GOTCHA" that I ever found.
It's the same way this time. Social media, email, and everything else—none of that suggests that anything untoward going on. If there were anything, I've decided, it would be on her phone. She doesn't keep it locked, but she also doesn't just carelessly leave it lying around, either. When we finally met up Wednesday night, she did check her phone while I was standing next to her. She took a look fairly quickly, and I wasn't sure if the way she did it was to make sure I couldn't see anything or not. Because when you start noticing one thing, you start noticing a lot of things, and I'll be paying close attention from here on out.
So, on Wednesday and Thursday as I tried to make some sort of sense about what may be happening now, I took to the only outlet where I could vent my feelings anonymously: Tumblr. I made an account a few years ago mostly for harvesting pictures but also started putting up stuff in the vein of swinging, hotwifing, and cheating. As I was scrolling through my feed for the best in TnA pics, I ran across a picture that reminded me of my afternoon adventure. It was a picture of a BBW woman facesitting on her male coworker in the office. I saved it, and attached it to a post.
My caption read: «This is probably my wife at work right now. She texted me three hours ago to let me know that it was “gonna be a late one.” She should have gotten out an hour and a half ago.»
Within minutes, Tumblr flagged it as containing sexual content and removed it. Disappointed but undaunted, I went to Bing image search for a picture. My search terms were "wife at work." I downloaded another picture and tried again.
Same caption again this time. It was also flagged within minutes.
I searched again and found another pic I was sure wouldn't ruffle any feathers.
I added the same caption: «This is probably my wife at work right now. She texted me three hours ago to let me know that it was “gonna be a late one.” She should have gotten out an hour and a half ago.» This time it worked. I followed that up with a text post I composed.
It read: «New developments?
My wife has a new coworker. I didn’t think much of it at first, but the way she’s been acting lately gives me the idea something might be going on. Not sure if it’s just playful flirting or blowjobs in the break room. She worked late the other day along with both of her coworkers, one man and another woman, but when she finally got home, she made sure to mention that she and Mike were the last ones to leave the building. She forgot her glasses in the office and Mike had forgotten to lock the door to the building. I don’t know if there’s any significance to that or what. Seems like maybe they were just both in a hurry to leave, which I can understand since they worked over three hours after their normal quitting time.
I wonder how long she and Mike were alone in the office after their female coworker left for the day?»
So, there it was. The two of them were alone in the building at some point of the late afternoon or early evening. I have no idea for how long they were alone there but, in hindsight, there's no way I could have just camped out and waited for Veronica to leave so I could do more detective work. Wife could have texted me at anytime to let me know she was coming home. If she'd have shown up at the house at 6:00 PM and I wasn't there, that would have been pretty difficult to explain away. I imagine it would have been worse if everything was on the up and up. It would have made me look like a jealous fool.
Even now as I type this on a Friday afternoon, it was 4:45 PM before I got the "leaving work" text. Nothing may very well be going on, but I definitely have my own suspicions. More to come later.
