Editor's note: this story contains scenes of gay male sexual content.
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I married my wife Diane in 2012, she is now 38. She and I both work out regularly. She has maintained flat abs to match her girlish figure. Her breasts are small but still very firm, which makes her figure look slimmer on her 5'10" inch body. She has natural blonde hair and blue eyes. We started dating right out of college and been exclusive the whole time.
She is a warm compassionate person, whom everyone falls in love with after getting to know her. We both work at the same large company. She is in HR and I am an upper level manager on the product development side. We do not have any children, she is unable too. This has not really been a problem, since we both love to travel so much and have a large group of like-minded friends.
I noticed something wrong a year and half ago. The frequency of our love making dwindled to once a week, from the usual 3 times a week. The time in bed we were together her mind seemed elsewhere.
She also began to lose her temper over stupid things. She yelled at a waitress for taking too long with our order, and she hung up on her mom when she insisted we come up for a weekend that my wife had a seminar planned for work.
Small red flags everywhere.
So, one night when my wife was asleep, I pointed her phone at her face to unlock it and got into her phone. I found nothing. This was in itself a problem, because I had seen her texting several messages that evening. She was deleting them for a reason. So, I installed some monitoring software on her phone, on our home computer, on her laptop, and a voice recorder in her car.
After 2 weeks, there was nothing. Her evening texting had also stopped. I thought this was too much of a coincidence. How did she know? I looked through the house and found out why. Right next to her computer was a charging adapter in the wall facing our home computer. It had a pin hole with a camera inside. So did 3 others around the house.
She had been keeping tabs on me. She had zero reasons to suspect me of any extramarital affairs, so why?
She must have seen me looking at her phone that night. I thought, "How devious is she really?". I felt betrayed, but there still was some doubt that maybe I had inadvertently given her some reason to doubt my faithfulness, which would explain why she had been acting out of sync. I felt hopeful and worried at the same time.
What did she know and what were her motivations? She hadn't confronted me, so I continued to play dumb and act like I hadn't found the camera's. I continued to look around the house, like I had not found anything, especially in camera view.
A few days later, I listened to the car recordings and found my worst fears. She was having an affair with one of our friends who we worked with, Dave.
I was livid and sick all at once. During a college relationship, before Diane, a girl I loved, cheated on me, so I knew the gas lighting I was going to get. My anger and loss turned to indifference. Don't get me wrong, I did go through the hate phase for a week, but after telling myself that she was now a stranger to me, I became indifferent. The indifference was much better than the emotional pain.
I thought I would have some fun of my own at her and her lovers expense. Little did I know where this would take me.
So, the first thing was to get some definitive evidence.
After hearing the one sided conversation she had in her car, I knew she had another phone. I planted a camera in her car. I few days later I retrieved the camera. The day after installing the camera She sat in her car during lunch and watched all the video tapes from our house.
There were 2 other cameras in smoke alarms. One in the kitchen and another right over our bed. She was very thorough.
The next day on her way to work she talked to her boyfriend Dave, on speaker phone. They told each other how much they missed fucking each other and couldn't wait to meet this afternoon. He told her the hotel and room number that he had already checked in with, downtown.
After the phone call, she called her coworker Debbie. She told Debbie that she was going to be taking a long lunch today and asked her to cover for her at work. Debbie giggled and told her to have fun, but not too much fun since she couldn't come back to work walking funny. They both thought that was hilarious. Before hanging up, Diane reminded Debbie to tell Cindy to help cover for her.
Wow, those bitches.
So, I called my boss and told him I needed the day off for personal reasons and headed for the hotel. I had prepared for this.
I arrived around 10:00 am at the hotel. I asked if I could get a room for the night and requested the same room as the cheaters. They informed me that room was taken, so I asked if the room directly across from it was available. They said "Yes"!
I waited in my room glued to my door's peep hole. At 10:55 Dave arrives. At 11:05 Diane arrives and uses a hotel key card to get in. He pulled her in the room kissing. He grabbed her ass and she grabbed his dick before the door shut. I should have felt bad (betrayed?), but I felt like a kid on Christmas day.
After a few minutes, I went to their door and listened. I could hear him already moaning. I put a camera under the door. It was one of those cameras that was on the end of a flexible tube, that could be bent to look different directions. I looked at the separate monitor and saw my wife on her knees sucking his cock while he sat on the bed, taking his shirt off.
I stepped back into my room and shut my door. I checked to make sure the remote camera was still working and it was.
