Many thanks to Dennis for editing this story.
I used to be one of the best players in the elite division hockey team what was the pride of our Scandinavian town. As a hockey star, I got numbers of invitations to all kind of events and I accepted to act as a model in a fashion show. To my great pleasure a very handsome blonde girl and I were to be a bride and groom in the "Grande Finale" of the show.
The beautiful girl, Anna Landgren and I, David Ericsson had a good time at the party after the show. In fact, so good that I found her in my bed the next morning and after that we continued sharing that bed every night. It was a pleasant time for Anna and me because we were invited to a lot of great events and parties. Anna really liked that those days.
There was a problem when we wanted to get married because I owned a nice house, a fair amount of money shares for several successful companies and an expensive car while Anna owned only her clothes and a lot of shoes. After several quarrels, I got Anna to accept and sign an agreement, which stated that, everything we owned before the wedding would remain the private property of the owner. Anna agreed at last because that the main reason for our big wedding was a lifetime of true love and not a profitable divorce.
We had a good marriage, until several weeks ago when Anna began to have strange excuses for avoiding sex during some Tuesday, Wednesday or Thursday evenings at first I didn't care but then I asked her if something was wrong and she denied anything.
It was one of those days I was in a bad mood because everything went wrong at the day before and Anna once again had denied me sex. Even the weather was bad, cold, windy and rainy and that increased my bad mood.
Back at my job after a boring tasteless lunch with a nagging coworker, I found out that I had forgotten some important notes I needed for my job at that very moment. Only one thing to do, go home and get it.
At home I got a strange feeling that something was wrong in the kitchen and it took me some time to find out what.
I noted that my wife Anna had obviously been at home and brought in the mail from the mailbox and laid it on the work bench where she used to lay it when she was back home from her work about three o'clock.
The mail was still a little wet from the rain, so she must have been at home slightly before me. Because our relation wasn't on top that day and she never used to come home during her working time, I got curious, was she denying my attempts for sex the previous evening because of she was fucking somebody else during her lunch break. A look in our bedroom showed everything was exactly as I had left it at the morning. But a quick look in the spare bedroom gave me a great surprise, because there were a gold plated lighter on the brown carpet slight under the bed.
Neither Anna nor I are smokers, and it was clear that a smoker had been in that room probably not more than a half hour before me. Now I was really suspicious and decided to find out what Anna was in to so I laid back the lighter where it was found.
Nobody had smoked in the house and if Anna's visitor had been a woman, she had kept her lighter in a handbag and hardly had any reason to take it out. Therefore everything indicated that the lighter belonged to a man and had fallen out from his pocked when he did something at spare room bed. Not difficult to suspect what.
Back home from our works, the evening went on just as usual but none of us mentioned about being at home during the day. When Anna was hooked to a TV soap opera she used to watch, I went to the spare room and found that the lighter was gone from the floor but not laid anywhere I could see it. Not in the spare room, not in the kitchen.
Later in the evening I pretended to have some important work to before going to the bed, so Anna went to bed before me and was sleeping when I came to the bedroom. I undressed, but instead of going directly to the bed, I sneaked out to the kitchen and then to the hall where Anna's handbag was at its usual place. A quick look in it showed that the lighter now was in her handbag.
No doubt Anna was involved in something with somebody and it was my intention to find out what. My suspicion grew further when checking her handbag again the next evening and the lighter was gone.
There had been a folder in the junk mail, a couple of weeks ago, from a locksmith and alarm store about their alarms. What did catch my interest was a small alarm detector with a camera the size of a smoke detector. It was equipped with a prepaid cell phone card and could send alarm messages and pictures to a cell phone.
The next day I bought that unit together with two smoke detectors almost same size. Everything was battery operated so the installation would be "a piece of cake" on Saturday when Anna had some errand to run for her parents and the kids were out playing.
