Once inside the taxi, I asked the driver to take me to the airport. This was part of my ruse, as I didn’t want the driver to think there was something up if I changed my destination. Once I was at the airport, I waited for a few minutes, and then got into another taxi. This time I asked the driver to drop me at the hotel. Very soon, I was in my room. It was 3 pm when I had checked in. This was the time my “flight” was supposed to take off.
Once in the room, immediately I set up my laptop and iPad on the desk, and logged into my camera security system. Pretty soon I had the living room on my iPad and the bedroom on my laptop. It was now time to wait. I had a feeling that if Vidya was having an affair, these four nights was going to be some long nights for me. I couldn’t wait to see what happened!
It was a boring few hours. NOTHING happened. Vidya went to the gym, so I went and got lunch. After that I texted her, lying that I was now in my hotel room in New Delhi. Vidya got back and decided to take a nap for some time, so I decided to sleep for a couple of hours as well.
It was a big mistake. I hadn’t realized how tired I was. The long work days for the last few weeks, the small amount of sleep I had during that time, plus the constant thoughts about Vidya having an affair had a toll on me. I slept, and slept like a baby.
I suddenly woke up and immediately knew something was wrong. I was just supposed to nap for just a bit, I desperately told myself. Just a bit!
Instead, I could see through my hotel room windows that it was pitch dark outside. Fervently I fumbled for my watch. It was 11 pm in the night! I had decided to take a small nap at 5 pm and instead had slept for six whole hours!
I immediately glanced at my laptop. The screen was pitch black. I pressed a key to wake the laptop up. It came back on, and the camera app started to reappear. As the bedroom camera started to focus, something came up on the screen.
I froze.
It was Vidya. More precisely, it was her butt.
I realized I was watching my slutty wife from behind.
Wow. What a figure. What a wife I had. My dick began to harden.
She was naked.
Well, almost naked. I could see that she was wearing a thong. Just a thong. A black thong that was just a G-string, and disappeared into the crack of her big, voluptuous buttocks. She was standing, no, she was walking. Her ass jiggled and her hips swayed from side to side as she walked towards something.
Someone!
I realized there was someone else in the room. My heart suddenly quickened. It was one thing to have suspicions, and to find the idea of your wife cheating hot. But suddenly, to have them proved correct, visually, and to realize that your wife was actually sleeping with another man, was almost like a blow to the gut. I tried to make out who it was.
It was a man, of course, that much was apparent. He was dressed completely, in a shirt and trousers. So my wife was naked in our bedroom (well, almost naked) but a fully clothed man was there. Who was it? I could see he was a dark skinned gentleman, and he was tall. And looked fit and athletic. Yet the camera wasn’t focusing on him, yet, as he was too far away. The camera’s auto focus had zoomed in and focused on Vidya’s gyrating buttocks as she walked to him. My pulse quickened as Vidya went up to her lover and stopped.