Nadia and I have been married for the last 20 years. We had our son, Rami, in the first year of our marriage. He's now 19 years old.
My wife and I live a conservative life; our Middle Eastern culture makes topics such as sex considered taboo.
Despite this, I've been experiencing feelings that I can't explain. I feel like my wife is cheating on me. I've been noticing changes in her behavior that I can't ignore.
She's begun to wear more revealing clothing, even removing her hijab. She's started putting on more makeup and mentioned getting a piercing.
By far the most concerning change I've seen is how she interacts with our son.
Nadia was usually strict with Rami but recently that's completely changed.
Rami is a bit of a pervert often touching and groping his mother's butt and breasts.
Usually, this would illicit a strict punishment but now, it seems she just laughs it off. I even saw her encourage him, though they didn't know I heard them.
Maybe I was freaking out or I was being paranoid; who knows? Though I couldn't shake this feeling; I had to do something.
When Nadia and Rami were out of the house, I set up hidden cameras all over the house, at least 3 in each room. I had every angle covered and all streamed and saved to my laptop and phone, where I could watch everything that happened at home.
I had to go to work which meant that it was just Nadia and Rami at home.
"What if I am just paranoid?" I thought to myself.
"Better safe than sorry," I refuted myself.
I stayed at work till late, as I had done for some time now. Throughout my entire shift just thought of what I may find on those cameras was lingering in my mind.
It was getting close to the end of my shift so I decided to take a bathroom break and check out what was on those cameras.
I hurried into a bathroom stall and locked the door, making sure no one else was around. I opened my phone and connected to the cameras, my heart pounding.
The feed first showed the garage, which was empty. Next, the hall was, also empty. The kitchen and bathroom were both clear. I switched to the living room and almost cleared it until I heard a sound. Very faintly, I heard what sounded like clapping and groaning. There was no way.
Changing the feed as fast as I could, I switched to the master bedroom; empty. Then it dawned upon me. The final room was Rami's bedroom.
I took a deep breath and changed the feed. My fears had come true.
Rami was fucking Nadia. My son was fucking my wife, his mother! There were half a dozen used condoms scattered across the bed. My son had his mother in the doggy position and was making her moan wildly. Her body was covered in cum, her clothes were thrown on the floor, and her makeup was ruined. It was a complete nightmare!
He had written degrading writing on her body such as "Whore", "Cum-Dump", and "Cheating wife". Her moans echoed through the little microphone in the camera and out of my phone. My son was bigger than me. He was fucking my wife. He was fucking his mom!
My conservative wife was at the mercy of her perverted son.
On the other hand, I had noticed something bizarre. I looked down at my pants and saw that I was rock hard. Was I getting turned on watching my wife and son?
As I watched on, it became harder to conceal. The next thing I knew, I was masturbating to my son and wife fucking. This feeling was euphoric. Such taboo actions, it was thrilling!
Rami thrusted harder inside her as I tugged harder watching them. He pulled on her hair hard as he came inside Nadia, his sperm leaking out of her pussy as they locked lips. I couldn't contain myself either, as I came all over the stall.
After such an orgasm, it took me a second to get back to my senses. I was right! My wife was cheating on me, with my son no less. But, I liked it. Mixed feelings rushed over me.
I looked at my phone and realized I had been in the stall for 30 minutes! I cleaned up as much as I could before returning to my desk. Thankfully, no one questioned anything. It was time to leave anyway.
I returned home and acted like normal. Nadia was in the kitchen making some dinner for me. She was still clearly flustered from the rough sex but I pretended to not notice anything.
"You're always back late, honey."
Her tone was loving but I saw right through her.
"That's just how the job is," I replied.
That's how our conversations usually went when I returned home. Retrospectively, maybe she was just asking to not raise any suspicion.
She handed me my dinner and kissed me on the cheek. I know where those lips had been. They were around our son's cock just an hour ago. She headed upstairs as I had my dinner.
I finished my food quickly, I had to know what she was doing. I opened the app and scanned through the rooms. I found her in Rami's room. They were making out as he lay in bed, grabbing her ass and smacking it. They didn't even care that I was downstairs!
They spoke as they made out.
"Does he have any suspicions?" Rami asked.
"No, dear. He's still clueless."
They giggled and continued making out. They were wrong. I did know.
I got hard again watching. I started masturbating again in my pants.
"Hey, let's fuck!" Rami said.
Nadia smiled.
"We can't, your father is downstairs."
Rami pulled an upset face.
"Don't let him get in the way."
Rami was not happy about being denied sex.
"I need to go now, sweetie."
She kissed his forehead and then his crotch before leaving the room.
I stopped masturbating as Nadia walked downstairs. It seemed that they'd been hiding this affair for some time.
Nadia walked back into the kitchen.
"Where we you?" I asked.
"I was in Rami's room," she replied.
"Doing what?"
"Just cleaning."
"Is he still being a perv?"
She couldn't help but smile.
"Nothing's changed."
This was a question I've asked many times before with the response always being a disappointed sigh. Her response sent shivers down my spine but a straight face. My wife lied to me without hesitation; she even smiled! I was turned on.
I didn't question any further as to raise her suspicions.
"I've noticed that you've been acting differently recently."
Nadia pulled a concerned face, clearly taken aback by such an unusual question for me to ask her.
"How so?"
"Well, you've stopped dressing modestly, we haven't spoken much, and you hang around with Rami a lot more."
She looked surprised.
"Oh, I hadn't realized," she said.
There was a moment of silence.
