I guess I had known for some time really. Furtive telephone conversations that I was told were wrong numbers when I enquired; a hint of new perfume; sexier clothes and more carefully applied make-up. All the tell-tale signs that my wife was having an affair had been there for a long time. But who could really blame her? At twenty-eight years old, Susan was almost twenty years younger than me. I have always been well aware that it was not my looks or sex drive that she married me for, but more the attraction of the healthy state of my bank balance.
But my latest hint was more blatant - they she had been seen!
A friend who was aware of my crowing concerns regarding my wife's likely infidelity had informed me that he had seen Susan drinking in a bar with another man - apparently much younger than me. My friend explained that he had watched the pair for nearly an hour as they canoodled in a quiet corner.
"They couldn't keep they hands off each other." My friend explained reluctantly. "Sorry to have to tell you, Mike, but I thought that you should know."
I had to think what to do. I knew that if I confronted Susan she would only deny the whole thing and, without any real evidence, I couldn't prove anything. Eventually I realised what I had to do - I had to catch her "in the act".
It took a few days to get things sorted out and, working for a security company helped a lot - I was able to borrow all the hi-tech surveillance equipment that I needed for my operation. I planted micro-cameras all over the house and linked them up to a monitor in my private den at the back of the house. This room was mine and mine alone. I knew that nobody else would ever enter.
On Tuesday morning I kissed my wife as usual before heading off for work. To all intents and purposes it was a normal day; I was dressed in my usual dark suite and carrying my brief case. But, unbeknown to my slut of a wife, I had absolutely no intention of going to work. I parked my Mercedes around the corner in a secluded spot and pulled my cell phone. Calling my office I informed my secretary that I would be away for the whole day and not to expect me back until Wednesday. I waited patiently. Susan is a creature of habit and always hits the shower at the same time every day. I judged the time that she would just be going into the bathroom, locked my car and walked the short distance back home.
Very quietly, I let myself into the house via the back door. I stopped and listened. I could hear the water running upstairs and could just make out Susan's voice as she sang along to some song playing on the radio in the bedroom. I smiled to myself; I had timed my re-entry perfectly. Slipping my shoes off and gently closing the door behind me I ducked into my den and locked the door. The monitor was already set up on my desk and as I switched it on the equipment hummed quietly to life. I took off my jacket, poured myself a drink and made myself comfortable. I had heard Susan on the telephone yesterday talking to another "wrong number". I had assumed that she would be meeting her lover today but I didn't know how long I would have to wait.
I flicked idly through the channels on the monitor ensuring that all the secreted cameras were providing picture and sound. As I tuned into the bedroom cams I could see that my wife had finished her shower and was padding wet and naked back into the bedroom. I looked at her as she sashayed across the room and remembered happier times. She looked good. Very sexy. Her tanned body glistened with water droplets and as she gently towel dried her shoulder length brown hair her pert, firm breasts jiggled on her chest. I zoomed the cam in a little and could see that her nipples were a little stiff - from the shower, I wondered? Or from the anticipation of things to come?
Still naked, Susan picked up her cell phone and dialled. She was speaking softly and I couldn't really make out what she was saying. She laughed suddenly and her face broke into a wide beam. Her hand was at her breast idly stroking the soft skin as she talked. She laughed again, this time a sexy, excited chuckle. I knew then that it was him on the phone - her bastard lover!
After a few more minutes of seemingly sexy chat and nipple teasing, the telephone conversation ended. Susan looked disappointed. She replaced the receiver and started to dress. Looking at the old jeans and sweater that she was pulling on I too was disappointed. It didn't look like she was going to be meeting her lover that day after all. I looked at my watch and saw that it was still only early. I wondered how I was going to fill my day now. I half thought about leaving the cameras running and then leaving myself. It would be difficult to get out of the house unseen, I reasoned and so, therefore, I decided to give it another couple of hours.
It was getting a little dull just watching my wife as she wandered from room to room straightening cushions and dusting ornaments and so I was half asleep and listening to music through my headphones when I saw her walk towards the front door. My attention was back in an instant. I switched my music off and flipped the camera sound back to my headphones quickly. The doorbell sounded again in shrill tones.
"Hi David!" Susan cried as she answered the door to a tall, young looking man, "I thought you couldn't make it today!"
The young man swept his arms around my wife's slender body and pulled her to him. They kissed deeply and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
"I got out of work," her replied with a smile, "are you pleased?"
No answer was necessary from Susan as she practically dragged her young lover towards the downstairs bedroom. I switched cameras on the monitor and picked the pair up as they hurried into the room. They sat down on the bed. They were talking and I turned up the sound on the camera.
"Is your old man at work, baby?"
"Yeah, he won't be bothering us today. Mike won't be back until much later."
"Great! But we gotta be careful." David was almost whispering. "I think someone was watching us in that bar the other day. If he finds out about us now he'll divorce you and leave you without a penny!"
Susan seemed highly excited about her lover's unannounced and unexpected visit. She could hardly keep her hands off the young man and was currently stroking his thigh and nibbling seductively at his ear.
"I don't want to talk about Mike now," she said, "I want to talk about this!"
I watched as her hand slid over the obvious bulge in the front of David's jeans and squeezed playfully.
"Just talk about it?" David replied, laughing.
"What else did you have in mind?" Susan teased. She was looking up into her lovers face and grinning wickedly while continuing to caress his bulge slowly.
"Mmmm...that feels so nice, baby. You have fantastic fingers - a lovely touch!"
"Is it just my fingers you find fantastic?"
"Oh, baby!" David responded. I could see the bulge growing larger under my wife's touch.
"What about the rest of me?"
