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Monday morning, I left before Ruth was awake, I recruited Ethan, a coworker with mad hacking skills, and we devised a plan for the upcoming weekend. I sent the info I found on her devices to my lawyer and requested he start proceedings for our divorce.

I contacted my best friend Daniel as he's a sleuth nerd, and I gathered advice as to how get more trashy evidence on Ruth and especially Murray, her new 'lover.'

I wanted to take them both down, hard, to make them feel some of what I did.

The next few evenings around Ruth I pretended nothing was wrong. Ruth behaved similar, aloof, distant, as if we weren't married, just roommates, and behaving as if everything was normal, there was no intimacy, minimal conversation, it was a totally different vibe than our previous days... even going back years, we were never distant; yet she didn't question any of it.

My most surprise was she didn't go for a run at all this week.

Was she seeing him in the daytime?

Were they done?

Even if they were, I wasn't taking her back, I was proceeding with the divorce and my scheme to expose them.

Thursday night at supper Ruth looked up from her phone, which seemed to be attached to her hand all week.

"I'm going out of town Friday to a work conference." She said in a way as if everything was already confirmed, and she was just letting me know as a courtesy.

I didn't say anything, just nodded.

A few moments later "It wraps up Saturday afternoon, so I'll be staying overnight at the hotel Friday." She gazed at me, likely wondering how I'd respond, as we've never been apart a single night of our married life. I continued eating, I knew she was lying, but I refused let her know that, not yet.

"Oh ya, and Saturday night I'm going to a bachelorette party with Mary." Another statement, no discussion required, already decided; I confidently knew this to also be untrue, as there was no Mary, only Murray.

I didn't respond, I got up, took a couple beers to the patio, I called Ethan and Daniel to initiate my plan tomorrow.

Friday morning, as usual, I left Ruth sleep, got my to go coffee and headed out just before 8 am; Ethan was to tell our boss I was sick.

I drove around the block and parked just up and across the street from Murray's, Daniel met me there with his bag of surveillance equipment, and we waited in my car, watching Murray's house.

As expected, not 20 minutes later Ruth was coming up the street in a jogging suit.

Murray opened his front door, they embraced on the step, kissed in the doorway, he was wearing only boxers, they went inside.

I remained in the car, Daniel took his spy camera's and went to Murray's, he snuck down the east side of the house, a couple minutes later he appeared at the west corner; gave me a thumb's up. I checked my phone, awesome, my screen showed a clear view into the kitchen, and I swiped right and saw the vacant bedroom. He'd placed cameras on the windowsills.

Another swipe, I see them standing in the living room, kissing, Murray's removing Ruth's top, she pushes his shorts down. Ruth kneels, giving him oral, and once he's erect, she jumped up and wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist. His hands holding her ass, they kiss as she reached between their bodies and guided his cock, as he lowered her. He bounced her around the living room for several minutes, then he went to the bedroom.

Daniel is also watching on his phone and when they move to the bedroom, he tries the front door, giving me another thumbs up.

That bugger is going in the house, this wasn't my plan, but if he doesn't get caught, it'll be scandalous intel for my lawyer and more ammunition to destroy Ruth's life.

I'm watching on my tablet, my screen shows Daniel's camera panning the area as he enters, focuses on the clothing in the living room and cautiously moves down the hallway. The bedroom door is open; Ruth is spread out in all her glory on the bed. Murray is lying on his side, his back to Daniel, holding Ruth's leg high he is doing Ruth deep impact style. She's rolling her head, moaning pulling and twisting her tits harshly, it's obvious she's in the throes of an orgasm.

Daniel sets a camera on a dresser just inside the door.

Giving me recordings from both directions in the bedroom.

Daniel returns to the car.

"Sorry man, this must be rough for you to watch."

"Actually Dan, last week seeing the porno pics of them together, that hurt, now I'm so over her, this is just more fuel to destroy them."

I didn't need to watch, everything was being recorded on 3 devices, my tablet, Daniel's phone and mine.

I thanked Daniel, told him I'd see him early tomorrow morning.

I drove to our bank made some changes to all our accounts, let the manager know our divorce was in proceedings.

Knowing Ruth would be gone until tomorrow; I went home, contacted Ethan to make sure he could access Ruth's laptop remotely; he assured me he could and told me he also hacked Murray's devices through their email exchanges.

That night I had Ethan and Daniel over for pizza and beer, we reviewed my plan.

I had several recordings of Murray and Ruth fornicating throughout the day; as I fast forwarded through the carnal recordings, I admitted to my bros, no way I could compete with Murray. That man was not only an alpha male he had incredible stamina, and as the screen on my laptop showed the bedroom, it appeared they weren't done yet, Murray was binding Ruth's hands to the headboard.

"I jokingly said, "his ex-wife likely arranged his affairs, so she could get some sleep. I wonder how long it will be before Ruth asks for time off."

I shared with my best buds the info about them attending a sex club and confided that it was because of her whip welts that I searched and discovered the evidence of their affair.

Ruth came home around 6pm Saturday, stated she went to a salon to get her hair and make-up done.

She didn't say much, proceeded to prepare for her 'bachelorette party.'

She spent more time and a little extra effort into her appearance than usual. She put on a very tight, sexy black, mini dress I'd never seen combined with fish net stockings.

I'd never seen her look so exquisite, so smuttily sexy, a little over the top for a bachelorette party, but I knew better.

I insisted she take an uber, even though she argued she wouldn't be drinking.

I took her keys and called an Uber.

I wanted her car to remain home.

I didn't know her plan, but I knew mine, I intended to catch her with Murray in the club; catch them in her cheating lie; and tell her not to come home.

10 minutes after the Uber picked her up, I headed to the club.