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To Be Or Not To Be

By: eddybro



My name is Doug. I married my college sweetheart 8 years ago. We have a pretty active sex life. Nothing kinky but she does love dirty talk. We had never even talked about adding anyone to our bed. Until my cousin came for the weekend.

Kris is 26, about 5'5", weighs about 135, great ass, 38C tits and eyes that would melt an iceberg. Kris was going to be in our town for a conference and asked if she could stay with us. She has always been my favorite cousin and has become a favorite of my wife's.

She showed up at 6:00 on Friday night and we all went out to dinner. The wine was flowing heavily and by the end of the evening, we had polished off 3 bottles. Amazingly enough, I only had one glass. The girls were hammered.

Now, when my wife drinks, she gets incredibly horny. Tonight was no exception. The three of us piled into the car and my wife immediately put her hand on my crotch. I was instantly hard and was wishing Kris wasn't with us. I would have loved for my wife to have blown me while we drove home. But I settled for getting stroked. Kris was in the back seat and was leaned back with her eyes closed. I figured she had passed out.

We got home and my wife staggered upstairs. I told her is was going to help Kris get out of the car. As I helped her out, her top drooped down and I got a great look at those beautiful big tits of hers. As she stood up, she wrapped her arms around me and pressed up against me. I was still hard from the stroking I got in the car and I am sure she felt it.

I helped her upstairs and into her room.. She fell face first onto her bed and I turned out the light and headed to my room. I was sure my wife had already gotten started and I was right.

She was buck naked on our bed with her legs spread wide apart. Both her hands were working on her pussy. Two fingers from her right hand were sliding into her wet cunt and two fingers from her left hand were working over her clit. I stripped down and crawled between her legs and replaced her hands with my mouth and tongue. She was soaking wet as I licked, chewed and nibbled her pussy.

She came the first time that night with my tongue deep between her folds. I crawled up her body and slid my 8 inches into her. I was ramming into her and she began her dirty talk. Normally she is whispering when she talks dirty but tonight she was really letting go. She kept screaming for me to fuck her cunt with my big cock. I was kinda afraid we would wake up Kris but with my wife's pussy tightening around my cock, I really didn't care who heard us.

I pulled out of her and told her to turn over, that I wanted to fuck her from behind. She loves to get it this way and I knew she would cum several times with me back there. She was leaning against the footboard while I plowed into her. She was cussing like a sailor. Every other word was fuck. I couldn't believe how nasty she was sounding. I loved it!

I looked up and got a shock: Kris was standing in our doorway, naked! Her hands were working over her pussy and tits. She was obviously getting into watching us fuck. I leaned down and whispered to my wife that we were being watched. She responded by pushing back even harder and yelling even louder.

I motioned for Kris to join us. She walked over and leaned her pussy into my wife's face. Now, I hadn't thought that my wife had ever been with another woman and maybe she hadn't. But, she sure did look like she knew what she was doing!

Kris leaned forward and snaked her tongue into my mouth. I reached out and squeezed those big titties of hers and pinched her nipples until they were hard and long. I moved my mouth from hers and took one of those beautiful boobs into my mouth and licked and sucked on her.

My wife looked up from her "meal" just long enough to tell Kris to join us on the bed. They got into a 69 and I moved behind Kris. I wanted to be inside of her. I knew she would have a tight pussy and I was right. So, directly above my wife's head, I fucked my cousin.

Our movements were all in sync and it wasn't long before I needed to cum. They both got on their knees in front of me and took turns licking and sucking on my dick. I took Kris's head and pushed it down on my cock. I must have shot a gallon of cum onto her face and into her mouth. What she didn't eat, my wife licked off of her.

Kris has made plans to move to our town. We think we will rent her a room. Of course, "payment" is going to be due on demand! 

To Be Or Not To Be?



This was just a short story I wanted to get out there real fast. Warning: It's on my dark side again so be prepared to hate me a little bit. But I promise I'll make it up to you in the end.

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Demetrius bowed his head as the priest above him began prayer. His father and mother mumbled along with him, clasping their hands tightly together. His two younger brothers didn't seem to notice and proceeded to poke and prod each other until the other reacted. The twins fought constantly and it was all his mother and father could do to keep up with them. As one twin shakily pushed the other, Demetrius' mother opened one eye and shushed them, freezing both of the five year olds in their tracks.

Demetrius closed his eyes again and kept his head bowed. Finally, the group of people before the older priest opened their eyes and raised their heads as the priest moved on. Demetrius tried to listen, but was distracted as usual. He thought about school, and the chores he had forgotten to do, and how messy his room was. He had only turned eighteen last week, and was honestly surprised at how... average he felt.

People always spoke about how when they turned eighteen the first thing they would do is leave home. Or go to college. Or date a girl. But Demetrius never thought about any of those things.

His parents had made it clear that he was going to stay at home. They owned a small farm about half an hour away from town. With his brothers too young to do much, he and his father did most of the manual work. Not that he was much help either. He was short, and thin. Weighing only a hundred pounds. He could hardly lift the enormous bags of feed, or carry the buckets full of water. He was terrible at riding their horses, and even worse at caring for the more wild animals on the farm. His blonde hair was too long, and though they always spoke of getting it cut, it had just never happened. So it hung down to his shoulders, sometimes hiding his eyes. 

When he was fourteen, he had started dating. Secretly of course. His parents were strict, and even cruel at times. He dated a few girls, never going farther than kissing, and one time feeling up a girl from his class. But no matter how hard he tried, he never understood what the other boys his age were talking about. They all drooled over the young women and their curvy bodies. While his friends looked at the women, he looked at his friends.

It had scared him at first, when he found himself attracted to the other boys, and not the girls. He stared at their growing chests and arms. Their untouched bodies. He couldn't help but be attracted to them. When he and a new kid on the football team had been alone in the locker room, he let everything slip away for a moment, and found himself kissing the young boy. After the boy had run away in fear, he realized what he had done. Still hard from the soft kiss, he panicked and ran from the locker rooms. But not before grabbing a jock strap from the boy's still open locker.

A week later, his mother had found the stolen jock strap and had told his father. Demetrius had been in his room reading when the furious man came in, belt in hand. Before he could even flinch, his father began laying into him. The belt cracked against his skin, turning it pink and swollen quickly. His father screamed questions at him as he whipped Demetrius with his leather belt, the buckle in his hand.

"Who's is this? Where in the lords name did you get it? What were you doing with it you filthy pervert?!" he shouted, swinging the belt back and forth with all his might. By now Demetrius had managed to curl into a ball on his bed, trying to shield the delicate features of his face from his father's blows. But nothing could stop the furious man, until he ran out of breath. He stopped, breathing hard. Demetrius slowly uncurled from his protective ball. His father's face was beet red from shouting and swinging the thick belt. Demetrius blinked away the tears in his eyes before he stuttered out the words he would regret for the rest of his life.

"I-I like boys," he almost sobbed the three words. His father turned an even brighter shade of red and turned to leave the room. Stopping and turning suddenly, he swung the belt one last time, the buckle out now. The gleaming piece of metal struck Demetrius in the eye. He screamed as blood dripped from the wound. He wasn't ever able to see out of his left eye after that. Forced to wear the dark eye patch that contrasted greatly against his pale blond hair, he never again spoke of his interest towards his own sex. But that never stopped him from thinking.

He watched as the alter boy walked around with incense, burning the familiar smelling sticks. He smiled a little bit, though it did seem fake. He saw the altar boy often, and couldn't help but stare at him every time his mother and father dragged him to the Catholic church. It made it slightly less painful as the priest began his regular speech on homosexuality. He endured the hateful words pouring from the older man's mouth. Several people nodded along with him, sometimes letting out a small 'amen' to themselves or those around them. Demetrius' mother wrapped her hand around Demetrius' own. He looked up and saw her eyes were closed as she prayed, for him of course. He kept his head down until it was time to leave. He stood and walked down the row of pews, his parents close behind. He saw the priest and the altar boy at the exit, saying goodbye to people as they left. He couldn't help the small smile that crossed his face as he reached the boy who looked close to the same age.

"Have a good day," the altar boy said. Demetrius remembered his name was Benjamin.

"You too," Demetrius squeaked out, before his father forced him out the door of the large church.

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Demetrius sat up in his room, in his window. He looked out over the fields his family owned and sighed. This was his home, but it felt like anything but. He got out of the window and sat down on his bed, his mind wandering to the handsome altar boy. He had never seen him around school, and figured he probably went to the only other high school in town. He would never forget such a face as that. He pulled off his eyepatch and rubbed his blind eye. He had never gone to the hospital for the injury his father had caused. The eyepatch was lying around in the attic from when his father had eye surgery several years before. His mother had dug it out for him after she managed to stop the bleeding, which took several hours. He stood up and walked into the bathroom. He leaned in close to the mirror and stared at his bad eye. It had long ago turned a miserable looking gray and glazed over. Every now and then it would get sore, but he knew his father would never take him to the hospital. How would he be able to explain it?

"Demetrius, dinner!" his mother called up to him. He slipped the eye patch back over his eye and opened his bedroom door, hurrying downstairs.

He sat down at the table and his brothers soon followed. His father was last inside, coming in as his mother set down the last of the food. He bowed his head as they said grace, before everyone dug into their food. His brothers chatted loudly, his father and mother sharing a few quiet words. He ate silently, not raising his head to anyone. He winced as his eye throbbed under the dark patch and tried to discreetly rub it, but it didn't go unnoticed by his mother.

"Is your eye bothering you, Demetrius?" she asked, turning her head.

"No, ma'am," Demetrius mumbled, before putting another forkful of chicken into his mouth.

"Too bad, you deserve it," his father grunted. Demetrius glanced up at him but said nothing, returning to his food. "Your brothers are ten times better than you," he said, looking at his squabbling siblings. Demetrius kept his head down and ate quietly. "Look up when I'm talking to you, boy." He reached a hand across the table and pushed Demetrius' chin up. Demetrius winced but kept eye contact with his father until he removed his hand from under his chin. He let his head fall back down so that he was staring at his plate.

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Demetrius waited until he heard his parent's door close, and he quietly got out of bed. He slipped on his shoes, before swinging one leg out the window. Carefully, he climbed down the tree that was near his bedroom, before hitting the ground. He walked slowly and quietly down his driveway and into the fields attached to his house. He let himself wander through the incredibly tall wheat. His hands were shoved in his pockets as he wandered through the tall yellow plants. They swept his body gently and in the distance he could hear chirping bugs and frogs. The air was warm, the summer wind blowing the wheat gently. He walked alongside the old wooden fence that separated his property from his neighbors. Every now and then he would trip over a rock, but for the most part the walk was quiet and uneventful.

This was his favorite place in the entire town. He would spend all day and all night out here if he could. The soft sound of the wind through the plants, and the chirping bugs. In the center of the field was an old oak tree that he often sat at. He didn't go there today though, he just took his time walking along the fence line. Other than the bugs, he was always alone. Which is why the voice he heard surprised him.

"Hello," a light voice called. He jumped and looked around, seeing the altar boy from earlier sitting on the fence.

"Hello," Demetrius returned. It was past midnight, and he didn't know why this stranger was out here. No one was ever out here.

"I saw you at church earlier, didn't I?" the altar boy asked. Demetrius gave a small nod. He stared at the boy sitting on the fence, still wondering what he was doing. The boy jumped down onto his side and walked over to him. Stopping a few feet away, his hand raised.

"I'm Benjamin," he smiled, waiting for Demetrius to take his hand.

"Demetrius," he shook his hand gently. Benjamin smiled and put his hands in his pockets.

"Can I walk with you?" he asked. Demetrius thought about it. He had never had anyone to walk with before. He usually liked being alone. Maybe he would just try it this one time.

"Sure," he nodded. He began walking again, side by side with Benjamin. They were both quiet. Hands shoved in their pockets, and stepping around rocks and the occasional large stick. The bugs chirped louder and an owl 'hoooed' in the distance. Demetrius had a fleeting thought about it living in the oak tree. He would have to look for it later. "Do you walk out here, a lot?" he asked.

"Not really. This is my first time here. This is really nice though," Benjamin replied.

"It's my favorite place... you can come here sometimes if you want," he offered, without looking up at Benjamin.

"Thanks. Do you walk out here a lot?" Benjamin asked.

"Yes. Every night." Demetrius looked up and smiled a little. He knew what he was doing was wrong. He wanted this boy. This man. He had to remind himself he wasn't a child anymore. He was eighteen, and so was Benjamin.

"That's awesome. Maybe we can walk together some more," Benjamin smiled.

"Maybe we can. I should get back, though. I need to be up early to help my father with the farm," Demetrius said.

"Yeah, me too. I'll see you later, Demetrius," Benjamin smiled.

"Bye." Demetrius waved a hand as he turned and walked back down the way he had came. Benjamin hopped the fence and jogged through the wheat field on the other side.

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Demetrius hid from his father in the wheat field the next afternoon. He leaned against the oak tree and rubbed the bruise forming on his cheek from the blow his father gave him when he had dropped the bag of chicken feed. The heavy bags were too much for him and when the full bag had split open on the ground, his father had been furious. Demetrius now sat in his field, alone, hiding from the wrath that he would have to face later.

"Hi," he heard. He looked up and saw Benjamin walking towards him. He couldn't help but smile a little as he sat down next to him. Benjamin frowned. "What happened to your cheek?" he asked. Before Demetrius could move, he lifted a hand and stroked Demetrius' cheek gently. Demetrius froze under his touch and the concerned look in his eyes. 

"I dropped a bag of chicken feed. My father got mad," he explained, looking off towards the farm haunted by his furious father. Benjamin frowned.

"I'm sorry... what happened to your eye?" Benjamin asked. Demetrius just shrugged, not wanting to talk about his misery. "I've dropped bags of feed too. I'm not the best help around the farm," Benjamin said. Though Demetrius felt like he was lying. Benjamin was easily four or five inches taller than him, and much larger. He wasn't fat though, it was all muscle. His tanned skin gave away the hours he spent outside in the sun, whereas Demetrius had pale fragile skin that burned under the harsh glare of the sun. It made him feel better that Benjamin cared enough to lie to him. He was so unhappy here, and it was the nicest thing to find a friend, even if he had only really known him for two days.

"Do you ever think about boys?" Demetrius asked, before he could stop himself. Now he had lost his only friend.

"What? Sure, there's a lot of guys at school who I'm friends with, I guess I-"

"I don't mean like that. I mean... like how we're supposed to think about girls," Demetrius clarified, feeling alone and awkward in his confession. Benjamin was silent for a second.

"I don't think about girls that way," he said. Demetrius looked up at him.

"Really?" he asked. Maybe he wasn't such a freak. If he wasn't the only one who thought like this.

"Really," Benjamin nodded. "My parents say it's a sin. But how can something so right be wrong?" Benjamin asked, staring up at the bright blue sky. Demetrius stared at him before looking up at the sky with him. In their small town, it was rare to find someone you got along with completely. But Demetrius thought he had found that person. In the two short days he had known Benjamin, he was beginning to like him more and more. Maybe too much...

"I need to go," Demetrius said, standing quickly.

"Wait, Demetrius," Benjamin stood up and chased after him. "I'm sorry if I scared you, I promise I'm not a freak or anything. Don't leave," Benjamin grabbed his wrist gently. Demetrius turned around and looked at him with fear in his only working eye. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I just don't want you to leave." Benjamin let his arm go and looked down at the ground, kicking the dirt with his toe. Demetrius swallowed and looked at his home, before turning back to Benjamin.

"I don't have to go... yet," Demetrius mumbled. Benjamin smiled and Demetrius returned it, as the two walked back to their oak tree. Demetrius could only think of it as their oak tree now.

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Demetrius opened the front door quietly, tiptoeing through the house carefully. The sun had set hours ago, but he didn't want to leave Benjamin. He knew his parents would be furious, but he didn't want to leave. He couldn't leave. They had talked about everything that came to mind. But mostly about themselves. Demetrius told him about what his parents were like, and how he hated his home. He told him about what happened to his eye, and how he was attracted to his own gender, not the opposite. Benjamin had listened quietly, and comforted Demetrius when he began to cry. Demetrius had never cried in front of somebody else before. His father always told him to man up and would beat him if he began crying. Which only made it worse. When the tears began falling, he felt better than he had in years. Benjamin cried with him, quietly and softly.

Benjamin had told Demetrius about his own family. He had eleven sisters, and was the only boy besides, his father, in his entire family. He helped around the farm, but was generally forgotten since he was the middle child. He had the smallest room in the house, and shared it with two of his sisters. He hated school and never wanted to go, but he didn't want to stay at home either. His mother and father had forced him to be the altar boy, and he only went along with it because sometimes he would get to miss school for church events. His parents were religious through and through, the same as Demetrius'. Though they never got violent with him, even when they found out about his interest in men. Instead they forced him to attend church three times a week, and kept him away from any boys even close to his own age. Besides that, Benjamin was generally forgotten. He faded into the background, which only made it easier to sneak off into the field he now shared with Demetrius.

Demetrius thought about their long talks and was pondering Benjamins admission to liking boys, when his bedroom light turned on. He jumped as his father crossed his arms, sitting on his bed in the dark. Demetrius swallowed. He knew you were able to see the large oak tree in the field from his bedroom window, and also knew his father had probably seen the two boys together. He swallowed and bowed his head. He knew what was coming long before it finally came. His father struck him across the head, sending the eyepatch flying to the other side of the room. He fell on his side, curled into a ball in fear. His father kicked him several times, aiming for his stomach and sides. He protected his weakest spots as best as he could with his arms. His father spat on him once before he stopped the onslaught of blows.

"You're a sinner. You're going to Hell," his father ground out. "Your brothers are saints. Jesus loves them more than he will EVER love a demon like you," his father spat the poisonous words at him. Demetrius buried his head in his arms on the floor, feeling a sick mixture of blood and tears falling down his face. His father shut the door with a slam and Demetrius let himself sob quietly. He knew if his father heard him he would only return to beat him again. He never crawled up to the bed. He stayed on the cold hard wood floors of his room, and cried. He didn't fall asleep until the blood had long since dried and the tears had finally stopped falling. Even as he was drifting off to sleep, he never once regretted meeting Benjamin.

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Demetrius stayed home from school the next day. His mother convinced his father to let him stay in his room, though of course he didn't. The first chance he got, he slipped away into the warm field of wheat. The sun beat down on his shoulders, warming them under the thin white shirt he wore. He had gently scrubbed his face clean of the dried blood, but that didn't fix the red and bruised skin underneath. His father had hit his nose, and had bruised his arms badly. One wrist was swollen and it hurt to move the aching joint. He fell against the oak tree and slid down the hard wood. He dozed gently and only awoke when he heard the soft breathing and rustling wheat. He opened his eyes and saw Benjamin standing before him.

"Don't you have school?" Demetrius asked, his voice hoarse from the sobbing the night before, and the sleep he had just woken from.

"I skipped," Benjamin said, and sat down next to Demetrius. Demetrius blinked heavily, he hadn't slept well on the cold floor, but didn't have the strength to get up.

"You should go to school," Demetrius said, eyes closed. Benjamin stared at him quietly for a few seconds before responding.

"I don't want to," he said. Demetrius nodded weakly and sighed, his lip quivering. Benjamin wrapped an arm around him and Demetrius leaned into his shoulder. He cried quietly. It hurt his nose, but he couldn't stop. Benjamin let him cry and tucked his head under his own chin. He rubbed his back gently, and stroked the soft hair on his head. When Demetrius finally stopped crying, Benjamin finally pulled him away from him, and kissed him gently. Demetrius savored the light kiss. He wanted it more than anything, but couldn't help the rising bile in his throat.




To Be Or Not To Be?



"We can't. It's wrong," he pulled away from Benjamin and leaned up against the tree again. He turned over on his left side and faced away from Benjamin.

"It's not wrong. I love you," Benjamin said, trying to get Demetrius to turn back around.

"You can't love me," Demetrius shook his head.

"But I do," Benjamin said. "At least look at me, please?" Benjamin asked. Demetrius hesitated, but finally turned back to face Benjamin. Benjamin smiled and put a hand on Demetrius' bruised one. Something shone in his eyes, and Demetrius realized it was something he had hardly ever seen before. It was love. He craved the look in Benjamin's warm brown eyes, but he couldn't accept it. He didn't want to go to hell. He wanted to go to heaven, and to be loved. He wanted to be happy. A few more tears fell, but as much as he wanted to, he couldn't cry anymore. "Don't cry, Demi." Benjamin wiped the tears away, careful of the bruised flesh on his nose and cheek. Demetrius felt his heart speed up. He liked the way Benjamin said his name. He liked it even more when he used the nickname. No one had ever called him anything but Demetrius before. It felt special somehow.

He knew his father could, and probably was, watching them at that moment. But he couldn't help it. He felt like he would die without Benjamin. Each day it felt like more and more of his life was slipping away from him, and Benjamin was the only thing keeping him standing. His body tingled when Benjamin rubbed his upper arm gently. He wanted to kiss him again, but his mind screamed at him frantically. Torn, he didn't know what else to do. He gave in to his body and fell forward onto Benjamin's chest.

"Benji..." he whimpered and hugged the other boy. Benjamin hugged him back, glad that he too had found someone. They sat there quietly under the sun, holding each other in silence. A few birds chirped in the clear skies above them, but none of them stayed in the area long. Moving on before either of the two boys below could even really notice them. Benjamin ran his hands up and down Demetrius' spine. The boy in his arms was thin, even a bit malnourished, but he didn't even seem to notice. Demetrius opened his eyes when he heard his father calling him. Benjamin squeezed him tight.

"Don't go, Demi," Benjamin whispered, as if Demetrius' father was so close he could hear them. When really he was a long ways away, on the farm.

"I have to. If he goes into my room he could see us. He can't see us. He'll get angry. That's why he did this to me," Demetrius confessed. "You should go home. I'll be okay," Demetrius smiled warmly, but Benjamin could see the lie in his uncovered eye. Benjamin didn't know what else to do though. He sighed and nodded. He stood, pulling Demetrius up with him. Demetrius turned to walk away when Benjamin pulled him back suddenly. He hugged him and kissed his lips for the second time that day. Demetrius felt himself get hard and hated himself for it. He wanted to kiss Benjamin again, but he couldn't. Instead, he turned and walked away. Benjamin watched him walk away for a moment, before turning and leaving too.

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Demetrius sat in his room. He was able to sneak in without his father noticing. The sun was just now setting and he couldn't help but notice he was still hard underneath the blue jeans he wore. He couldn't stop the thoughts that flooded through his mind about Benjamin. He wanted to taste his lips again, and be held in his arms. But he couldn't allow himself to think about what he wanted. He couldn't allow himself the pleasure. He tried to will the erection down but couldn't, and the more he thought about his need for Benjamin, the worse he felt. He panted softly as he let his hand fall to the waistline of his jeans. He toyed with the button, not wanting to touch himself, wanting to so bad. He bit his lip as he gave in, shoving his hand past the button and zipper and into his underwear. He whimpered as he stroked his medium sized erection. The seven inch cock hidden in his pants gave him such pleasure, and also such pain. He thought of Benjamin while he stroked himself, about the warm kiss and warmer hands. He thought about the smile that crossed his face when he called him Demi, and how he had rubbed his back soothingly. He shoved his pants and underwear down to his ankles and stroked himself harder. He couldn't stop now and let the thoughts engulf him.

He had once seen a porno magazine in a liquor store when his uncle had taken him to get cigarettes. He remembered looking at the beautiful women getting fucked in the pictures, and wishing that he was under those gorgeous men. He wondered what it would feel like to have Benjamin above him, his cock shoved inside Demi's tight virgin ass. He stroked himself even harder as he thought about what it would feel like to take someone into his ass. His curiosity built as his pleasure did. Before he realized it, he reached a finger back and tried to fill his ass with it. When he was unable to, he brought it forward and hesitated before sucking on the digit and sending it back to his ass again. This time it slid in relatively easily and he moaned as he finger fucked himself and stroked his cock. His release spilled forth and he covered himself and his bed with cum. He sighed and smiled with relief, but wasn't prepared for the horrible guilt that ate away at him once his pleasure subsided. He felt bile rising in his throat again as he looked down at himself covered in his own cum. He turned bright red and ran to the bathroom, stepping into the shower. He scrubbed himself roughly, until his skin was raw from the steaming hot water and violent scrubbing. He tried to hold himself together but couldn't stop himself when he began shaking and sobbing. He slid down the shower wall and sat on the ground, the water pouring over him. He sobbed until the water went cold and he shivered in the spray. His father was right, he was going to Hell.

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"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned," Demetrius said so quietly, that the priest on the other side of the confessional could hardly hear him.

"How long has it been since your last confession, my child?" the priest asked, his voice deep and gentle. 

"Uh... I don't know. A few months?" Demetrius said, his hands shaking. When he had told his parents he was going to church, they looked so relieved. He was tired of the guilt eating away at his stomach. He needed to do something. He just didn't tell them that it wasn't their church he was going to, but a different one.

"Now, tell me of your sins my child," the priest soothed him. Demetrius' hands shook more and he sighed heavily, even the air shook as it left his lungs in a rush.

"I... I'm having sexual thoughts, Father," Demetrius admitted.

"How old are you, son?" the hidden priest asked. Demetrius felt his heart warm when he had called him son. This complete stranger, and he felt more warmth from him than from his own father.

"Eighteen, Father." Demetrius rubbed his sweaty hands on his pants.

"That's perfectly normal, my son. There's nothing to be ashamed of," the priest said, his voice smiling through the screen between them.

"That's not it, Father... I'm having sexual thoughts... but not about... not about girls," Demetrius confessed, desperate for help.

"Oh?" The priest sounded a bit shocked, like this was something he hadn't heard much in their small town.

"There's another boy. A man, really. He's eighteen like me... the other night... I couldn't stop thinking about him... he kissed me..." Demetrius put his fingers to his lips, as if he could still feel the kiss there.

"You're attracted to him?" the priest asked.

"Yes, sir," Demetrius said, his voice crackling.

"Besides the kiss from him, have you acted on your feelings?" the priest asked. Demetrius swallowed. How much should he tell him?

"I... I touched myself... while thinking about him." He couldn't help but let the tears fall as the horrible guilt came back, eating at his insides like a parasite.

"I see..." the priest said quietly.

"Am I going to Hell, Father?" Demetrius asked, through his sobs. He tried to wipe away the tears frantically but couldn't clear them as fast as they could fall.

"Of course not, my child. You have come to me for forgiveness and have told me your sins honestly, haven't you?" the priest asked.

"Yes, Father," Demetrius nodded.

"You're absolved of your sins, my son. But you must resist your feelings for this boy, and for any other. Keep your soul clean and you will be welcomed into heaven with the rest of the kind people in this town," the priest said. Demetrius wiped his tears away, only feeling a little bit better.

"Thank you, Father," he said. He stood, and left the confessional. He walked down the street quickly, his eyes down. He felt the smallest bit better, leaving with the priests words. He would do as he was told and stay away from Benjamin, even if that meant fighting his own feelings.

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His family ate dinner silently, not even his brothers fighting. The only sound in the room was of forks and knives hitting the plates as they dug into their meal. Demetrius wasn't hungry, and asked to be excused only a few minutes into the meal. He climbed the stairs to his room and shut the door behind him. He fell onto his bed and stared up at the ceiling. He swallowed the lump in his throat and sighed. Before he could even undress, he was asleep.

His dreams were a terrifying mixture of pleasure and pain. Benjamin kissed him and held him in the most glorious ways, but then his face would change into that of his fathers, and he would abuse him to no end. He wanted him to go back to the way he was, and to love him again. But all he saw was the hate in those cold eyes. He just wanted love.

He woke with a start as a rooster crowed. He rubbed his eyes and looked down at his wrinkled clothing. He reached for his eyepatch, which had fallen off in the night, and pulled it back on. He dressed quickly and headed out the door. He walked through the fields and headed directly for the oak tree, praying that Benjamin was there. He was.

"Demi," Benjamin smiled as Demetrius walked up.

"Stay away from me," Demetrius said. Benjamin frowned.

"Demetrius... what are you-?"

"You're a sinner and I won't let you corrupt me." Demetrius held his head up, though his voice was shaking. He stayed a decent way away from Benjamin. Benjamin lost the smile that had spread across his face when Demetrius first walked up.

"Maybe you've forgotten, Demetrius. But you felt this way long before you met me. I didn't do anything to you," Benjamin glared.

"Shut up," Demetrius whispered, knowing he was right.

"You're queer, Demetrius. You like me. Get over it. Why can't you just let yourself be happy?" Benjamin asked.

"I said shut up!" Demetrius put his hands over his ears, but he couldn't block Benji's words out completely. His teeth chattered as he tried to clenched them tight, terrified of Benjamin's honest words.

"It's not wrong, Demetrius," Benjamin shoved him up against the old tree. Demetrius whimpered. Whether it was with fear, or with need, he didn't know. Benjamin reached his hand down and cupped Demetrius' hard cock through his jeans. Demetrius cried out, ready to cum just from the single touch. Benjamin kissed him, and forced his tongue into his mouth. "Does this feel wrong, Demi?" he asked, when he pulled away. Demetrius panted and pushed his cock into Benji's hands. His mouth was open and he couldn't help the sounds of lust and need that poured for his lips. He shook his head 'no', wanting release so bad.

"No what?" Benjamin asked.

"N-no," Demetrius said simply.

"No what, Demi?" Benjamin asked. Demetrius opened his eyes and his body stopped shaking for a second as he held Benjamin's gaze.

"You're going to Hell," Demetrius said quietly, and Benjamin saw the belief in his eyes. He didn't doubt his words. Next to the belief, he saw the hatred. Hatred for his father, and for Benjamin, and for the church and for God. But next to all of that. He saw the pure, raw, self loathing. Demetrius was in trouble, and Benjamin knew it.

Demetrius shoved Benjamin's hands away and turned around, walking back to his house. Benjamin watched him leave and swallowed, looking down for a second before looking back up. He hoped Demetrius would turn around and come back, but he didn't. He didn't even look back.

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Demetrius sat in his room in tears. It felt like his body was being ripped apart. Waves of sickness washed over his body as he longed for the soothing touch of Benjamin. But his mind made it clear he was wrong. He wiped away the tears quickly when he heard the knock on his door.

"Yes?" he called out, hoping his voice wouldn't crack. His mother opened the door and stepped inside.

"Come downstairs, Demetrius. There's something important we need to talk to you about. Also, there's someone here to see you," she said, turning to leave. Demetrius frowned and followed her. He reached the living room as his mother took a seat next to his father. In the armchair to their right, was a man he had never seen before.

"Demetrius, this is Father Martin," his father said. Demetrius wrinkled his brow, he didn't know this man.

"Hello, Demetrius," the Father said, and then it struck him. The soothing voice from the confessional invaded his ears and he knew who the man was. But why was he here? His stomach did flip flops as he spoke.

"Hello... what's going on?" Demetrius asked.

"We..." his mother looked around. "We're concerned about you, Demetrius. Father Martin says you came into his church the other day and spoke to him about... about sexual feelings... towards..." her voice cracked and she covered her mouth.

"Towards other men, you sick pervert," his father spat. Demetrius went pale. He looked at the Father and felt tears welling up in his eyes. Confessional was supposed to be private. He never thought the priest would break that rule. 

"I don't mean to bring this to everyone's attention, Demetrius. I was just worried about you," the Father said.

"Y-you weren't supposed to tell..." Demetrius whispered. He felt betrayed. He wanted Benjamin. His want only made him hurt more.

"I know, but I think I have a friend who could help you," the Father said.

"I-i-it was supposed to be a secret..." he couldn't help the whimper that lined his voice. Now it was out in the open. He could see the disgust in his parents eyes. He wanted to curl into a ball and die right there. He thought that Father had said he was forgiven. This was because Benji had touched him earlier. He knew it. He shouldn't have let him, but he did, and now this was happening. Now he was going to go to Hell.

"My friend runs a facility, up north a ways. He takes in troubled teens like yourself and turns them back onto the path of god. He can help you, Demetrius. He can make you see the light. He'll fix you," the Father said.

"F-fix me?" Demetrius whispered, though it seemed it went unheard or ignored by the others in the room.

"We're sending you to this... this facility, Demetrius. It will cure you. You'll feel so much better!" his mother said, smiling through the tears.

"Cure me?" Demetrius asked, a little louder. "I'm not sick..." he shook his head. 

"Yes you are, son. Let us help you. You just need a little help and then you can find yourself a nice, pretty lady to settle down with," his father assured.

"I-I'm only eighteen I don't want... I'm not... I don't want to!" he said. His father turned the begging eyes into angry ones.

"You're going. No child of mine will burn in Hell. I don't want to hear another word about it! You WILL praise the Lord when you're in my home!" his father shouted, and slapped him roughly. Demetrius whimpered and put a hand to his cheek. Though his home had never really felt like home, it felt like a prison now. A hole dug by a rodent would be warmer than this horrible place. "You leave tomorrow morning. Go pack your things and be ready. The cab will come to take you to the airport at seven." his father said, and stormed upstairs. Demetrius stood in the middle of the room, tears falling down his face. He was sick of crying. It felt like all he ever did was cry. The Father and his mother sat there awkwardly. Demetrius slowly turned around and walked upstairs. He shut the door behind him quietly before he slid down the white painted wood. He cried and put his head to his knees. He didn't want to leave.

As much as he hated himself for it. He wanted Benjamin.

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He sealed the envelope quickly and grabbed his bags. The cab would be here any minute and he moved his stuff downstairs. Demetrius had written Benjamin a note, and wanted to bring it to their tree before he left. He ran outside and headed for the field when the cab pulled up and his parents stepped outside.

"Demetrius, where are you going?" his mother asked. He stopped and looked at her before looking back at their tree. He sighed and shook his head.

"No where, ma'am," he said quietly. He walked back to the cab and was about to get in when a voice called to him.

"Demetrius!" Benjamin shouted. Demetrius raised his head and couldn't help the smile that formed on his lips.

"Benji..." he whispered, trying to keep the tears of joy from falling. Benjamin ran up to the clearing that served as their driveway. How he knew that Demetrius was leaving, he would never know. He just did. 

"Don't leave, Demi," Benjamin said. "You don't have to do what they say. You can be free..." Benjamin begged. "You can be with me. We can go somewhere else, somewhere far far away from here." Benjamin waved a hand at the surrounding farms. "We can be happy together. We can go to New York or California. Somewhere where people won't care that we're together. You can finally be happy, isn't that what you want?" Benjamin pleaded. Demetrius swallowed.

"It is what I want..." he admitted.

"Who in the Lords name are you?" Demetrius' father stepped forward. It was only now that Demetrius realized that Benji was the same size as his father. He only seemed smaller to him because he didn't have the air of menace surrounding him.

"I'm the guy who loves him. He's eighteen, you can't control him anymore. He's free to do what he wants." Benjamin stood toe to toe with Demetrius' dad.

"Benji... don't..." Demetrius worried for Benjamin.

"You don't have to stay here anymore, Demetrius. You can be free," Benjamin repeated. The word free sounded so right to Demetrius. His entire life he felt like he was in a cage. Like he couldn't even breathe without someone watching him. But if he went with Benji, there would be no turning back. He would be a sinner, and he would go to Hell. He didn't want to go to Hell.

"I can't..." Demetrius whispered.

"Yes, you can," Benjamin urged. Demetrius shook his head.

"I... I'm sick. I need help," Demetrius said.

"No you aren't!" Benjamin shouted.

"Get out of here!" his father said. "You're only making my son worse." His father shoved Benjamin, who swung at him and connected with his jaw. His father stumbled back.

"Benji... just go... please?" Demetrius begged. Benjamin stared at him for a long time.

"Fine. I hope you find what makes you happy," Benjamin relented, turning around and walking back into the wheat field towards the fence that separated their property.

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Demetrius took a deep breath as he arrived at the facility. The 'facility' was really a string of several large buildings. Several young men who looked anywhere from twelve to twenty were wandering around the facility, in and out of buildings. They walked past a few buildings and Demetrius wrinkled his nose as one of them produced a sickly familiar smell. He couldn't quite place it but shoved it out of his mind. He reached the building used for housing. He checked in and his stuff was quickly taken from him and he was given four pairs of identical clothes. He looked around and saw everyone else wore the same 'uniform'. 




To Be Or Not To Be?



"Go ahead and get changed. You have your first therapy session in a half an hour, hurry up," the man showing him around said. He nodded and stepped into his room, changing as fast as he could, and met up with the man (he had been told his name was Chad) again.

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The clothes he was given were starchy and uncomfortable. He was led into a room where seven or eight other men sat in a circle. There was an empty chair where he was obviously supposed to sit. Chad pulled over another chair and everyone quickly made room for him.

"Hello, Demetrius. We were waiting for you," one man said, he held a clipboard and was obviously in charge. Demetrius didn't know how he already knew his name.

"Hi," he waved. The rest of the men greeted him quickly and turned to the man with the clipboard.

"As most of you know, and some of you don't, this is PPP," the man smiled warmly. Demetrius frowned and looked around, before raising his hand. "Yes?" the man asked.

"Uh... what's PPP?" Demetrius questioned. A few people chuckled but the man just smiled.

"It stands for 'Positive Peer Pressure'," he explained, and quickly moved on. Demetrius frowned but continued to listen.

"So here we're going to go over some of our thoughts and feelings and try to positively encourage others in this group to turn away from their sinful ways," he said. Demetrius looked around. Sinful ways? Everyone else here was thinking the same things as he was? Having the same feelings?

The 'Positive Peer Pressure' therapy went on for two hours. One member of the group would talk about their thoughts, feelings, or anything they didn't like about themselves. Then, the rest of the group would proceed to bash and belittle their problems, usually until the person would break down on themselves. They went around in the circle slowly, until finally, they reached Demetrius. Demetrius was terrified. They had crushed over half the group by now and Demetrius didn't want the same to happen to him. It was obvious that what they were doing was horribly cruel.

"Go ahead and stand up, Demetrius," the man with the clipboard said. Demetrius did as he was told and shifted back and forth on his feet anxiously.

"Now tell us about some of your inadequacies," the man smiled warmly, though his words didn't match his facial expression.

"Uh, I'm not really comfortable-"

"If you don't, there will have to be severe punishment for your refusal to participate. Your parents are paying a lot of money for you to be here and you're being a selfish piece of shit for wasting their money." The man suddenly turned angry, glaring at him with cold eyes. Demetrius' jaw dropped a little as the man went off on him. He bowed his head and swallowed. He didn't want to do this. This was worse than what his father was doing to him. He could take physical beatings, but mental and emotional ones were much worse. He already had his mind and body fighting against each other, he couldn't handle anyone else in his head.

"Uh... I don't understand why we-"

"Get him out of here," The man with the clipboard scribbled something down angrily.

"What?" Demetrius whimpered, as two larger men led him out of the room.

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Demetrius collapsed on his bed, he had been working for hours. The 'severe punishment' the man had been talking about, had been manual labor. He was taken to one of the larger buildings and led inside. He found it empty and the floors caked with mud and dirt. He was given a piece of sponge smaller than his palm, and told to scrub the floors clean. His fingers blistered and wrinkled under the constant moisture of the water and pressure of scrubbing the filthy floors. His knees hurt from crouching on the hard floor and more than once his tears had been added to the soapy water he was forced to use to clean the caked on mud. His fingers and hands hurt and he desperately wanted a shower, but he was just too tired. His door suddenly opened and he looked up.

"Excuse me, haven't you heard of knocking?" he felt his anger flare up a little bit.

"You're lucky you even have a door. Most people don't. Come with me," the rude man said. Demetrius sighed and stood up, following the man.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"It's time for your Aversion Therapy," the man said, without looking at him. Demetrius frowned. Aversion therapy? The man led him to the building he had passed earlier and Demetrius wrinkled his nose at the horrible, yet familiar, smell. The man opened the door and the smell only got worse as they walked down a hallway lined with doors. It seemed as if the hallway went directly through to the other side of the building, and the rooms on the sides took up the rest of the space. About halfway through they stopped at an open door and Demetrius was pushed inside. The door was shut and Demetrius was alone. At least he thought he was until he saw movement in the dark room.

"Who's there?" he asked, frightened.

"I'm Doctor Card," a man introduced himself. He held out a gloved hand and Demetrius shook it. "I'll be your Aversion Therapist for your entire stay here," he smiled.

"What's 'Aversion Therapy'?" he asked.

"You'll see soon enough," the doctor smiled and Demetrius swallowed. The Doctor led him over to a very large uncomfortable metal chair that reclined quite easily. He was sat so that he was looking at a wall, and only realized that it wasn't a wall, when the very large t.v. was turned on. He winced at the brightness before getting used to it. The room held the faint sickly smell but it wasn't too strong.

"I'll be in that room right there watching you. If you do anything to disrupt your therapy, I'll be forced to take certain... measures," the doctor smiled, as if he wanted to skip right to the measures. Demetrius couldn't hide his fear. The doctor walked towards a door in the room and stepped behind the tinted window. Suddenly the t.v. flickered and it didn't take Demetrius long to figure out that the movie playing, was a porno. Not only was it a porno, but the stars were two men. They sucked each other off eagerly and Demetrius blushed as he felt himself get hard. How was this supposed to help him? If anything it was making it worse! But it didn't take long for the smell in the room to grow stronger. Soon Demetrius couldn't take it anymore and was gagging and trying to shut his eyes from the now fucking men on screen and was trying to cover his mouth with his uncomfortable starchy shirt. 

The doctor came in wearing a gas mask and he pushed Demetrius down onto the chair roughly. Demetrius choked as the doctor wrapped his hand around his neck and he felt a thick leather strap tied tight around his forehead. Several more followed as one of the large men from before entered the room to help the doctor. He could do nothing but resist as the men strapped down his head, neck, chest, upper and lower arms, thighs, and calves. Even his feet were strapped down. He was forced to face the movie and endure the horrible gas. 

"What is this?" Demetrius asked, as he gasped for air though there was none.

"Ammonia," the doctor said, words garbled through the mask he wore. He disappeared back behind the tinted glass again.

Demetrius was left alone for three hours.

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His misery didn't end there. For the next three weeks he was forced to do three to six hours of 'Aversion Therapy' every day. It wasn't always the Ammonia Therapy. Sometimes he was forced to talk about his fantasies or the feelings he would have for other men. Sometimes he would be forcefully injected with a syringe filled with a strange yellow liquid. He was never told what it was but it made him vomit for an hours or so, and when there was nothing left to come up, he would be nauseous and dizzy for hours after. While he was under the effect of the mystery drug, he was shown repeated loops of violence, sex, naked men, and more pornography. 

The night before he was to leave, he decided he was ready. He no longer thought about Benjamin, or any man for that matter. He was physically stronger from all the labor, and had finally began bulking up in his arms and legs. He didn't even cry anymore. He was a real man. He had packed his things and was ready to go the next morning, when the door swung open violently. Two men crashed into the room and shut the door behind him.

"What are you-" He was forced down onto the bed and a gag was thrown into his mouth quickly. He struggled against their grip but one of them was clearly much stronger than he was, not to mention two. He wondered what they were going to do, when his pants and underwear were tugged down violently. He shook his head and for the first time in weeks, tears began falling from his eyes. One man climbed on top of him, and he felt a smear of something cold on his ass, before the man forced himself inside Demetrius' virgin hole. He cried out against the gag as he felt himself being split by the man's thick cock. He was being raped and there was nothing he could do about it.

"This is a sin!" one man shouted at him. He didn't know if it was the man fucking him violently, or the one helping to hold him down. He cried out against the gag, and could feel a mixture of lube and blood running down his thighs. "The Devil himself is trying to corrupt you, is this what you want?!" the man shouted at him. He shook his head frantically and the man continued to insult and scream at him until he felt as if he was about to throw up. The man above him grunted and filled his ass with cum. He whimpered and moaned at his torn asshole. The men stood and the one buckled his pants before leaving, removing Demetrius' gag as they left. He sobbed on the bed quietly for a half an hour before he even tried to move. He whimpered as he moved on of his legs onto the side of the bed, trying to stand up. His ass throbbed and as soon as he stood, he could no longer hold back the bile. He turned and threw up on his own bed, soaking the blanket in vomit. He cried quietly as he stumbled down the hallway and into the public bathroom. He tore off his eyepatch and stumbled into a shower stall.

He scrubbed at his body frantically and watched as the water washed away blood that coated his thighs. He was in more pain than he had ever felt before in his life. Even when his father had beaten him he didn't feel this bad. He reached a hand back gently and felt his ruined hole. He hissed as the gentle touch from his finger sent pain shooting up his ass and back. He fell to his knees, and could do nothing but cry under the hot water.

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Demetrius took a deep breath as he stared up at the wide open blue skies. He had finally returned home. He carried with him none of the bags he had brought when he first arrived. He never knew what happened to them. But it didn't matter. Those were his old things and he didn't need them anymore. He was new now. A new man. A cured man. A straight man. He smiled as his mother came to hug him. He shook hands with his father with a smile. His dad had been right all along. He was just sick and needed a little help to get cured. 

"Dinner's almost ready. Why don't you go up to your room and get settled in and then come down for something to eat," his mother said, rubbing his shoulders encouragingly. She spoke as if he had just moved in. When he thought about it, he guessed he had. He wasn't the same Demetrius anymore. Not even close.

Demetrius threw what little he had from the facility onto his bed and sighed as he sat down carefully. It had only been two days ago that he had been raped by the men in the facility. He had no doubt that it was a final part of his therapy. But whenever he thought about it, it made him sick. This time was no different. He rushed to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet. He wiped away the spit and rinsed his mouth out before brushing his teeth. He adjusted his eyepatch and headed downstairs. 

The talk around the table was friendly and warm. His brothers didn't fight, his parents didn't whisper. They all spoke loudly and warmly, even Demetrius. He was finally happy. 

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Demetrius had graduated while he was in the facility. His school mailed him his work and he did it between therapy sessions. Though he didn't have much time. Now he was forced to find a job, besides working on the farm, and it was proving more difficult than he thought. Everybody in the little town was working, or otherwise too young to work. For anyone who was just starting to get a job, it was difficult since most were already taken. 

He finally found a job as a waiter at a local diner. He was undergoing training when he met Daisy. She had been born in the town, same as him. Now that he thought about it, he remembered her being a senior when he was a freshman in high school. He smiled and flirted with her playfully, but she made the first move when she asked him out on a date. He quickly agreed and just like that, he was in a relationship.

After their fourth date, he took her to meet his parents. They loved her instantly of course and after dinner they decided to go out so the two could have some alone time. Before the car even pulled out of the driveway, Daisy was getting undressed. Demetrius followed quickly and soon they were in his bed, naked. His hands shook as he undid her final bit of clothing, her bra. It snapped open and she smiled as she bent to kiss him. He smiled as he wrapped his hands around her waist, ready for his first real sexual encounter. Not one that he had had when he was sick.

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Demetrius lay there in the dark, next to Daisy. She was sleeping peacefully but he was doing anything but. He stared up at the ceiling quietly. He glanced over at her smiling face and then turned back to the roof. He sighed and then silently stood up. Dressed in only a pair of boxers, he stumbled down the hall and into his parents bedroom. He casually opened the drawer next to his father's side of the bed and grabbed the semi-automatic pistol his father kept for protection. He checked to see that it was loaded before walking down the stairs. He opened the front door and stepped out onto the cool dirt. He walked towards the large oak tree in the wheat field, careful of the rocks hidden by the wheat. His feet hurt but he didn't really notice. He reached the tree and sat down with a sigh. He looked out over the wheat field in the darkness of the night. He took off his eyepatch and didn't expect anything different. He pulled back the slide and the ever familiar clicking sound of a round being chambered climbed to his ears. He put the gun to his head and sat there quietly for a second, just listening to the soft chirping of bugs and the croaking of frogs in the distance. He sighed and closed his eyes. His finger tightened on the trigger.

"Well that's a shitty move." 

Demetrius opened his eyes and saw Benjamin sitting on the thick tree branch above him. He stared at him silently, not pulling the gun away from his temple. He looked back out over the field. "Go away, Benji," he said quietly, voice not wavering in the slightest.

"No," Benjamin said, simply. Demetrius said nothing, and made no move to put down the gun. Benjamin climbed down the tree and sat next to Demetrius. He held out his hand. "Give me the gun, Demi," he said. Demetrius didn't look at him. Benjamin slowly threaded his fingers through Demetrius', careful not to pull the trigger on accident. He forced Demetrius to point the gun upwards instead of at his head. Finally he managed to slip the gun from Demetrius' somewhat limp hand. Demetrius dropped his hand as Benjamin set the gun down next to his side. He had a sad smile on his face.

"I don't want to fight anymore," Demetrius said quietly, his voice still eerily calm. He swallowed loudly.

"I know," Benjamin said. He scooted closer to Demetrius and pushed his head down so it rested on his chest. He stroked his hair softly for a minute before speaking again. "Do you honestly think what you're feeling is a sin?" he asked. Demetrius said nothing. "Let me ask you something, Demi," Benjamin began. "Why would God put you through all this pain? What could you have possibly done, to deserve all of this? Don't you think he just wants you to be happy?" Benjamin asked. Demetrius still stared out over the field silently. 

"I don't know," he finally spoke. Benjamin held him as the tears finally came. He sobbed his heart out into Benjamin's shirt as all the pain and suffering he had been through was finally released. When his tears finally stopped, and he was able to speak, he carefully forced the words out so they wouldn't crack or waver. "Take me away from here, Benji. I just want to go away," he whispered. Benjamin nodded and kissed Demetrius' temple.

"I can do that, Demi. I can make that happen. But I need your help, okay?" Benjamin held Demetrius' face in his hands. Demetrius nodded. "I need you to go back inside that house, and put this back," Benjamin handed him the gun. Demetrius looked down at the cold metal and stared. "Just put it back, don't do anything else with it. Okay?" he asked. Demetrius nodded. "Then, I want you to go upstairs, and I want you to pack ONE bag. With anything that you need. Okay? We won't be coming back, so make sure you get everything," Benjamin said. Wait until noon, don't say anything to anyone. Then meet me here. Okay?" Benjamin asked, making sure Demetrius was still with him. Demetrius nodded, still looking a little spacy.

"Okay," he said.

"I need you to do all of that for me, Demetrius. Then we can leave and we don't ever have to come back here." Benjamin held his face in his hands, and kissed him passionatly. For the first time, Demetrius didn't feel the horrible guilt eating away at him. He just felt a strange empty void, and the distant throb of love passed to him from Benjamin's lips.

"Okay," he repeated. Benjamin stood and helped him up. "I have my own things to do, and then we can go. Remember. Meet me here, at noon," Benjamin reminded him. He ran off towards the fence and Demetrius let him go. He turned back to the farm and squinted as he saw the sun rising. The light made his bad eye throb.

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He packed his bag with only a few things. A pair or two of clothes, his toothbrush and toothpaste and other toiletries. But not much else. 

"What are you doing?" Daisy stretched and yawned, over to his right. Demetrius turned and looked at her, surprised she was up this early. She gasped and covered her mouth. Demetrius remembered he wasn't wearing his eye patch and quickly turned his eye away. He scanned the floor and found the black patch before slipping it on and shutting the drawer he was gathering socks from. He threw the bag down and looked at the clock. It was only six. He still had six more hours to go.

"Nothing. Go back to sleep," he said. He figured his parents had gotten a hotel for themselves and his brothers. They were so excited to see him with a woman, they had practically given him the house. 

He made breakfast quickly and the two ate in silence. Daisy was still hardly dressed, but Demetrius was ready to go. His boots were on, and he had on his best pair of jeans and his best shirt. After breakfast they watched a movie. Well, Daisy watched. Demetrius counted the hours until it was time. He wondered where his parents were. He thought maybe he would miss them and leave before they got back, but he was wrong. He stood outside, in the sun. The clock chimed noon and he had already been standing outside for fifteen minutes. He had seen Benjamin standing out by the tree and he waved for him to come over, but he stood in the same spot. 

Finally Benjamin gave up and ran across the field and onto his property.

"What are you doing? Lets go before your parents get back," Benjamin said.

"There's something else I have to do first," Demetrius said.




To Be Or Not To Be?



"Really? Is it that important cause I just spent most of my cash on a motorcycle and I would really like to- well shit," Benjamin cursed, as Demetrius' parents drove up.

"Demetrius, what are you doing? Who's your friend?" Daisy leaned out the door of the small country house, finally dressed.

"Who's she?" Benjamin frowned and looked her up and down. His parents got out of the car and his dad looked furious.

"What is he doing here?" he shouted, pointing at Benjamin.

"Demetrius, how did last night go?" his mother asked excitedly, not even noticing everything else that was going on. His brothers climbed out of the car and began chasing each other around the open space, screaming and shouting the entire time.

"Demetrius, lets have some lunch!" Daisy shouted.

"Seriously, Demi. Who is she?" Benjamin asked. 

"Mom, take the boys inside," Demetrius said.

"What? Why?" she asked, looking at the twins running around and shouting.

"Don't fucking talk to him!" his father shouted, pointing at Benjamin.

"Fuck you!" Benjamin shouted back. One of the boys tripped behind the car and began crying. The other bent to help him and Demetrius' mom turned around. His father began stepping towards Benjamin, who was ready for a fight.

"Oh, dear-" his mother said, walking towards the twins.

"Demetrius, I'm hungry," Daisy complained.

"I can't believe you sent him to a fucking straight camp," Benjamin spat at Demetrius' dad. The twins screamed, Daisy whined, Benji shouted, his mother 'tsked' and through it all no one saw Demetrius pull out the gun. He aimed it steadily, and without a beat of hesitation, pulled the trigger.

The gunshot sounded through the air, scarring up a group of birds from the fields and silencing everyone else. Benjamin stared at Demetrius and thought he had shot himself, when he realized Demetrius wasn't pointing the gun at himself, but at his father. The older man stared down at the small, but growing, stain on his shirt. He fell back, as his once white shirt was stained red. 

"OH MY GOD!" his mother screamed, already in hysterics. Daisy screamed and ran inside the house. The twins just stared at their mother, unable to see their father lying on the ground dying. Demetrius walked up to him. He removed his eyepatch and stared down at his father with cold unblinking eyes. Insanity lying just behind the unreal calm.

"Fuck you," he said quietly, and dropped the gun on his chest, followed by his eyepatch. He picked up his bag and began walking towards the field. His father choked and coughed up blood while watching his oldest son leave. Benjamin stared down at the dying man and then back up at Demetrius, who was walking towards their oak tree. Benjamin hesitated, before shrugging, and following his boyfriend. He caught up and fell into stride with him.

"That was a little bit crazy," he said.

"No. What he did to me was crazy. That, was getting even," he stated, not looking at Benjamin, or back at his dying father.

"Fair enough. You know we're going to have to deal with this later," Benjamin said.

"You saw him. He was going to come after us. I have enough scars to prove that he's been abusing me for years. I won't take his or anyone elses shit anymore," Demetrius shrugged like it was nothing.

"You know, I really like new Demetrius," Benjamin smiled. Demetrius face split into a cocky sideways smile.

"Yeah, I do too."

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This is technically 'The end' but I'll come out with an epilogue for you silly people who need real endings ;)



To Be or Not To Be a Slut Ch. 01



It had been unexpected. They had received the tragic news nearly a week after Rahul's body was found. According to the police Rahul had been murdered. The case was then under investigation. Six months down the line there was no progress in the investigation. Radha, his widow was bent upon getting the police to move their ass & complete the investigation & bring the perpetrator to justice. 

{For the reader, a brief background of Rahul is necessary. Rahul was the only son of the reputed industrialist house...shall we say, Naidu's. Nageshwar his father was now in his early forty's & his wife Rukmini was in her mid thirty's. Rahul their only son was in his early twenty's when he was married to Radha, who had just turned twenty. Unfortunately the lovely Radhika had become a widow within six months of her marriage.}

"Dad, we just cannot sit around and do nothing."

"Well! What can we really do? The police are doing their job & some times, these things take time, honey."

Rukmini was silent and chose not to participate in the conversation.

"Mom, you tell me. We are a leading family in these parts and is it not pathetic that your only son is murdered & you are sitting around helpless. My God, he was your son. Don't you feel that we need to do something.....anything. For God sake, we need to do something."

"Look Honey. Come Monday we shall go to Bombay & consult our legal experts & maybe try and get the case transferred to the C. B. I. for investigation."

"That's more like it Dad. We should do that. But today is Friday. Why don't we start tomorrow and reach Bombay. We shall have the entire Sunday to work things out. After all Monday is the beginning of the week and the lawyers could do with a little advance notice."

Rukmini muttered, that was a good idea & urged her husband to leave the next morning with Radha for Bombay. Both Radha and Nageshwar insisted that she should come along, but she refused. Thus it was ultimately decided that both Radha and her father would leave by road the next day. Accordingly they took off for Bombay. Hey had hardly driven a hundred miles when thundershowers struck. In a matter of minutes it was pouring so heavily that it was impossible to even see the road. Nageshwar steered the vehicle carefully to leave the expressway. 

"Where you heading for?"

"I am trying to get us to the nearest motel, as it does not look likely that the rain is going to let up, honey."

They drove in silence till they reached a motel. She remained in the car, while he checked in and got the keys. Subsequently they were in the room along with their luggage. Nageshwar asked her to get some coffee made, while he called his wife and informed her about the rain and their seeking temporary shelter in a motel. 

{What she did not know that the unexpected rains was the beginning of a set up that she would soon find out with strange result.}

As he turned to her, she was ready with the coffee. Offering him a mug, she said,

"So handsome, when does your wife get killed?"

He kept the mug aside and holding her hand pulled her to him. He placed her arms around his neck while he allowed his hands to rest at the top of her ass. He cupped her ass cheeks & pulled her crotch up tight against his. She snuggled up against his chest and he had his face buried in her hair. 

"You smell good darling!"

With that he pulled her hair to ensure that she was facing him. 

"I am going to fuck you so hard honey that you will beg me to stop."

He drew her to him for a kiss. She avoided his lips with a deft movement. She asked him to lay off.

"Forget it mister. You are not going to get into my pants till you marry me officially. Remember that that was the understanding. And you will therefore have to get rid of your wife. Either get a divorce or...." Her voice trailed off.

"OK you bitch, have it your way. But fuck you I will. And I bet you will be begging for it before the day is over."

She did not bother to even look at him, let alone consider what he had said. She busied herself with a book on the couch. After quite some time she stole a glance at him. He was wearing a pair of loose fitting slacks and she could not but help notice the huge bulge. It had been some time now since she had last seen his cock. She could not help the shiver that coursed through her body & undoubtedly, though reluctantly she was excited. 

Observing her glancing at him, he walked up to her. 

"Excuse me Mrs. Naidu." he said

She looked up and to her surprise found herself focused directly on his bulge thrusting against his loose fitting slacks and maybe his shorts, if he was wearing one. He was grinning at her as he took his cock out from the constraints of the fabric. He rubbed his cock as he leered at her. She wet her lips several times as she looked on. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, 

"I going to make my dick touch every single inch of your naked body. I'm going to eat your pussy and massage your clit with my tongue. Simultaneously you'll find my finger plunging into your asshole. I'll finger fuck your ass till you beg me to shove my dick up your ass hole. I'll compel you to make love to my cock, ass, and balls."

She got up hurriedly avoiding any physical contact & made her way to the water closet. She was already wet and her panties were soaked. She needed a breather to get hold of herself. He stood obstructing her way and was leaning back against the bathroom door. 

"Here take this note and read it while you are on the pot."

With that he let her go to the bathroom. As she sat on the potty she read, 

"For the last hour, you have been fanaticizing about us. You are unable to get my cock out of your head. Your cunt is dripping in anticipation of what it would be in bed with me. In fact you did not note that you have left telltale signs all over the couch. Don't you want me to lick your ass and finger your cunt? Remember you like to be a whore and treated like a slut in bed. When you come out of there, decide how you want me to treat you. This is your last chance. Either return as my whore or remain my daughter." 

He was on the couch waiting for her when she returned. It was obvious that she had chosen to be his whore. She returned to the room & approached him. He saw her quivering lips and the breasts move in her low slung blouse giving enough slack for her ample 36DD breasts to be viewed in all their glory. Her silk sari clung to her breath taking body as she swayed towards him. Finally she was standing in between his spread legs. Her hand moved to remove her sari from her shoulder where it was draped. He extended his left hand & clutched one end of her sari. His other hand found its way to her midriff. His palm felt her bare skin till it reached her waist where the sari was tucked. He pulled at the sari tucked at the waist till it came undone. She was now in her blouse and panties. He rose and put an arm around her waist and pulled her up tight against him and put his tongue in her mouth and kissed her hard. She didn't resist in the slightest. He moved his other hand to her ass cheek where he grabbed a hand full and squeezed hard. As he took hold of her ass he let go of her waist and moved his hand to her breast. To his surprise her arms went up around his neck and like a slut, she spread her legs apart so that his thigh could move up against her cunt. She began to move her hips up and down against his leg, rubbing her cunt against him. Then she raised her right knee up to his waist rendering her cunt to rub against him. 

"Whores have to be taught a lesson once in a while."

He held her at arms length and allowed his hand to grab her cunt. She moaned. He turned her to face the other side while her back was available to him. He undid her blouse and then her bra. He pulled them off. At the same time he stripped her of her panties. She was now naked as the day she was born.

"You lousy bitch, you have to atone for your high handedness. Remember the last time, you asked me whether I remembered what to do with what you referred as my peewee. I am going to show you what this peewee is capable of doing to sluts like you."

He pushed her to her knees. 

He slapped her, "Take my peewee out."

She undid his slacks and it came down to his ankles. He stepped out as she held his dick. She was trying to give him a hand job, when she received another hit on her head.

"Nope baby, you are going to lick the tip of my cock. Use your tongue and lips bitch, and mind you, don't suck my cock you fucking whore just lick the tip."

She accordingly mouthed the tip of his cock. Her lips enveloped his cock head and her tongue licked his eject hole. He felt pleasure go though his body. He looked down and reached to bunch her hair in his fist and disengaged her mouth from his cock.

He then raised her and threw her on the bed. He turned her on her stomach. He then proceeded to use her naked body to massage his prick. He rubbed his prick on her legs, the calves & then the back of her thighs and her bum. He pleasured himself when his meat rubbed against the crack of her ass. He proceeded to lie on her and moved upward till her entire back and neck had met his cock. Finally he turned her on her back. She was caught up in the very eroticism of his prick doing her face, her earlobes, each of her breasts, her nipples and then brush past her bush, her cunt, her thighs till he reached her feet. Then he raised her feet and placed his rod between her feet. He fucked her feet using it as a replacement cunt for a few strokes. He then moved his hand directly to her cunt where he wasted no time in inserting a couple of fingers. She moaned as he finger fucked her and she bucked her hips against his hand to get his fingers in deeper. 

"Radhe, now get ready to be fucked in that lovely mouth of yours. Tiny peewee wants to come in your mouth baby. Go ahead and lie back against the headboard."

She adjusted on the bed as instructed. He bent her legs up at the knees, and ensured that a pillow supported her head, while he straddled her. Radha surprised even herself as she grasped his ass in her hands as he literally thrust into her mouth with his now hardened rod. It was apparent to the naked eye little lines of drool running out of the corners of her mouth, down to her heaving breasts, as he feverishly worked his blood-engorged erection in and out of her mouth

He growled: "Suck it, Bitch! Suck it! Ughrrrrmmmmm! Down your throat! Grrrrhhhhh ahahahh Bitch!"

She was now enjoying the sex. She moaned excitedly at his filthy talk, and used one hand to push and pull his sweat-covered ass forward and back as she helped him fuck her face. She was using the other hand to gently fondle the back of his balls and his asshole. 

"Mmmpphhh, Mmmmppphh, Mmmmppphhh," she moaned repeatedly as he reamed her tight, clenching throat with his piston. He grabbed the back of her head when he realized he was about to cum! "Aaagggh, gonna cummmm Radheeeeeee!" 

Holding her head tightly, he fucked her face hard and fast, making her gag repeatedly. 

She egged him on despite a huge mouthful of gagging cock, "Ummphhhfff... Ummphhff Innnnnnnnnnn meeeee...popppppppppp...gimmmmmmeeeee...mmmmffff...it...outtttmffhf...... mmmfhhh...cummmmminnnnn...meeeeee." Groaning loudly for his jizz, she shoved a finger up his asshole as he jabbed her in the mouth with his dick.

The finger in his ass made him let out a huge roar as he reacted by pulling his cock out of her mouth. He ejaculated his sperm in spurts all over her face. Jet after jet of hot spunk sprayed from his cock and drenched her cheeks, lips, and nose. She grabbed his rod & took it to her face and rubbed his huge load of cum around her eyes and nose and cheeks.

He lay back & said, "You are one hell of a cock sucker Radhe! I bet if you went pro you will be plenty rich... Any way, let me clean myself & then you clean up too."

As he got up to make his way to the wash room she said,

"Stop you fucking asshole. Wham Bang & Goodbye. Joker, what about me you mother fucker? Come on fuck me!"

He said, "I am not from Krypton, and my cock is not made of steel. But, you don't worry....You'll be satiated soon. And that is a promise. Then again, its not a bad idea, why not impregnate you? Look at your hips & mammies! Surely you can accommodate not only one baby, maybe even twins & your tits can house enough milk to feed not only the babies, but even little old me." 

************* 

She had a shower and emerged nude from the bathroom. She was shell shocked to see her father, whom she believed was far away, confronting her in this motel. She was embarrassed and saw her father was grinning away. He was still naked but was on the couch enjoying her discomfiture. 

"Papa, I......."

She tried to cover herself, but there was nothing within reach. Her dear father who was facing her, stepped up to her and she was stunned to see and feel his hand reaching right out to cup and squeeze her breast.

""What do you think you are doing papa?" she asked.

"I think I'm going to fuck my horny little daughter," he said leaning in close nuzzling her neck.

"No, no!" she tried to protest, but her 'daddy dear' just laughed.

"If you're not horny, Radha, why are your big boobs hardening? Do you always get turned on so easily?" he taunted.

"No, it's just that ..." she gasped as he continued his attack. She wanted to stop him -- to scream, and cry out "No!" – 

"These are great tits," her father said, cupping them both in his hands, "made for sucking and fucking." 

He bent down and took one of her nipples into his mouth.

"What...? No...!" A thrill shot through her.

"Do you want me to stop?" her father asked, while continuing to caress her nipples with his palm; 

"If you want me to stop, why are your nipples so hard?" 

Undoubtedly, by then, she was oozing from her cunt. She was horny as hell, and desperate to get fucked. But, not by her own father. Father was a different ball game, but with her own father ..........!

Her father said "Why do you keep fighting it, baby? You have to be fucking horny to let your husband's Dad take you. Why not me? Feel Radha, feel! I arouse you & it shows on your face that you are worked up. "

"Oh, ye ye..yessssssssssss...!" she gasped. 

"I thought so. But maybe we should really make sure."

"Make sure?"

"Yeah, baby! Let's see how wet you are," 

Reaching down he grabbed her cunt. 

"Oh, you're a wet little thing," he said, rubbing her pussy with his thick fingers. 

"You're all mushy and wet. Your cunt is begging for a fuck. The old -boy told me that he merely fucked your face & did not give you any cock. This poor pussy needs some help, eh?" and he inserted his middle finger into her love hole. 

She gasped with pleasure, looking helplessly into his eyes. "Holy shit, baby -- you're leaking slut!"

"Ummnn uummmnnn noooo, No!" 

She was trying to fight her feelings, but with one of her father's hands on her tit and the other inside her pussy was driving her crazy.

"Come on kid, you are one hot little piece of ass. You want it badly, bitch cooperate and I promise you I'll you knock you up higher than a kite!"

"Please, please stop papa! This is incest pop?" she cried.

His fingers continued to work her cunt and unwittingly she was on the verge of an orgasm. 

"Noooo!" she moaned, but the resistance was now diminishing.

"Noooooooo" She moaned longer and louder.

His hand hadn't left either her pussy or her breasts. 

"Noooooooo papa plzzzzz, Noooooooo" 

"So you want me to stop?" He asked. 

"You don't want this, don't need to be fucked?" 

Suddenly there was no movement. He had just plain left her physical contact. He had stopped touching her and she felt her heart racing, and in desperation she knew he was going to make her beg. 

"Oh...please...!"

"Please what? Beg me, say puleeez and ask papa to fuck you!"

"Oh God....please, please ...!"

"Please what?"

"Please do it Pop!" 

" Now, show me what a slut you are." 

Then -- to her utter surprise -- he scooped her up and lifted her into his arms. Carrying her to the bed, he settled her on top of the bedspread, while he removed his clothes. 

"I am going to father my grandson, you lovely slut."

She heard her father say: "Fuck you old man. It is I who will impregnate her."

"No...My god no!" she pleaded. 

"Hey lets not fight. Why don't we both do it? Either one of us scores it is still going to be our grandchild." 

They laughed jointly & Radha was dumbstruck at the turn of events. Her father & her father both were in this act together. She realized that she was aroused and in fact was looking forward to what might be in store ahead from her father & her father in law! 

By then she decided to take charge of the situation.

"O.K. Dad & Pop. If we gonna do it, then lets enjoy it shall we. Both of you get your asses here and lie either side of me. Come on studs, I'll help you guys get it up."

They came scurrying and lay on either side of her on the king-size bed. Radha took a dick in each hand and began stroking them to get them hard. She sucked each of them alternately. Her father was fully erect & he moved behind her and began fucking her doggie style while she continued to suck her fathers dick. As her father thrust into her, he fingered her clit, bringing her to an orgasm. He then leaned over her and whispered into her ear, 

"Want both of us to fuck you simultaneously? Double penetration, huh?"

She whimpered in answer. With that, he wrapped his arms around her and rolled onto his back while keeping his dick rammed in her pussy. 

She heard her father say, "Your turn Nagesh."

Her father rose to his knees and moved toward his daughter in law. As he inched towards her, she realized that she was about to experience the ultimate double penetration, being screwed by two pricks in her pussy at the same time. It took a little effort but, her father in law managed to get his penis inside her alongside the other, & with her cunt once again flooding, his dick found its way deep into her pussy. Both of them leaned back with their respective hands holding them and her in position. She was now in a semi vertical position, impaled on both of their hard cocks. With her pussy stretched to its limits and two throbbing dicks inside her, she could feel the blood pulsing through their penises as they fucked her. As she lay penetrated by both of them she caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection in the mirror. 

"Dad & Pop, I know what I want. Both of you need to cum in me jointly. Father your grandchild you sons of bitches. Come on guys get going!" 

They acted in unison and she helped in maintaining the rhythm by riding up and down slightly, taking care not to raise up far enough that one of their dicks would fall out. It didn't take long before she was nearing another orgasm, as did the two cocks. They shot their load into her and it was like she was flooded with jizz.

To be continued...



To Be or Not To Be Dumped?



Many thanks to techsan for editing this story.

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I think that I, Dennis Sandén, was a rather average young man in our small Scandinavian town where I had a pleasant life thanks to my three years in vocational school and in army service as anti-aircraft equipment technician. I had got a well-paid job at a company, which restored and installed machines to the industry. On that very special Saturday evening which changed my life forever, I was 23 years old and still single when my best friend's new girlfriend had invited me to a party.

The party was said to be a Dutch treat and would take place that Saturday evening. When I rang the bell at the entrance to the house where the party was held, I got a real surprise because it was Rebecka Broman who opened the door for me. 

Though Rebecka was a very good-looking girl, I didn't like her at all and therefore had hardly ever spoken with her because she was regarded as a real stuck-up bitch toward us boys with a blue-collar job. We had never understood her reason for that because she herself was working in her parents' shoe shop and that wasn't much to brag about. 

She had some kind of loose relationship with Gabriel Olinder, a rich daddy's spoiled son from her own wealthy part of our small Scandinavian town. I disliked him like hell after he, with the aid of his daddy's money and new Mercedes took over a beautiful virgin girlfriend I had several years ago. That's the game, but this asshole humiliated me with pictures of how he took her cherry and dumped her soon after that. 

Gabriel's father got several angry letters published in our local newspaper because the local police never tried to find out who had poured a tin of "Paint Off" on his new Mercedes. Gabriel accused me but calmed down rather soon when some nasty boys from my neighborhood had told him what could happen if he continued with that bullshit.

When I got into the party, Rebecka looked with visible disgust at the bottle of "VAT 69", a fair Scotch blend whisky, which I had brought with me and she said with a sound of disgust in her voice, "So you must drink that stuff to pretend that you are a real man."

I never found out if her sour comment was caused because "69" is an oral sex position or if she had expected malt whisky instead of only blended whisky, though it was of fair quality. However I replied, "Not at all, but that was all I had."

She continued, "But you can't skip drinking it."

I wanted her to shut up so I gave her a silly suggestion, which I was sure she would never accept and said, "Of course I can skip drinking it if I have something better to do. By the way, there's a great band at the Park Hall tonight. If you are coming with me dancing there right now, I'll drive and be sober the whole evening."

Once again Rebecka looked at me with disgust, but when she noted that most people in the room then were staring at us in silence she gave me a smile and said, "It would be a pleasure."

The other guests did applaud her when she took my bottle, placed it on a table and told me, "Let's go, darling."

Rebecka's sweet smile vanished immediately after we had closed the door from outside and she barked at me, "Why in the hell did you do this damn shit to me?"

"Look at the bright side. You got your sober Saturday evening together with a nice guy."

"What nice guy? You're a crazy nerd."

Nothing more was said until we got to my car. I cursed myself for my big mouth, which had brought me to this stupid "date" with a stuck-up bitch I really disliked. I knew that there would be a lot of questions to answer tomorrow, so I had to keep my word and continue the 85 kilometers trip to that dance hall.

Rebecka must have read my mind because she barked at me, "Don't dare try any tricks to get out of this. It is your stupid idea, so shut up and drive."

She switched on the radio and listened at the music for ten - fifteen minutes before she turned to me and asked, "You didn't expected me to accept this so called date, did you?"

"No."

She gave a sweet smile and I noted that she was rather beautiful when she smiled and said, "But I did."

"Yes, you did and we are on the road. Let's try to forget all hard feelings for the time being and have a pleasant evening."

Rebecka gave a new smile before she asked, "Do you really mean that?"

"Yes."

"Deal."

Thereafter we made pleasant small talk until we got to the dance hall. 

Our first dance was a quick one and to my great pleasure I found out that Rebecka was keen at it. It was she who suggested that we stay on the dance floor for two further tunes before we went for refreshments. Of course, I danced with many other girls during the evening but now and then even with Rebecka, who didn't sit down many minutes during the whole evening. However, she "saved the last dance for me" and held me very tight during it.

She fell asleep almost immediately on the way home and didn't wake up before we were back in our hometown again and I shook her awake to find out where she lived. When I stopped the car outside her apartment, she said, "Thanks for a pleasant evening. I'll call you later."

That was it. However, it had been a pleasant evening even for me.

I hadn't expected a call from her and I must confess that it was a pleasant surprise when Rebecka called me on Thursday evening. She told me that she would like to go to the dance hall the next Saturday because a very popular band was playing that evening. I agreed to drive and before hanging up she told me that she probably would bring her friend Annelie with her.

On Saturday evening I got to Rebecka's apartment almost on time and after only a few minutes she came out. But she surprised me by getting into the back seat and before I had time to ask her why she did that, Gabriel Olinder got into the back seat next to her.

Of course, I didn't take such humiliation. I switched off the engine, went around the car, opened the back door on Gabriel's side and dragged him out of the car so he fell down on the ground. Rebecka was quiet but had a strange look on her face as I shouted to her, "This car isn't made for garbage transport."

Gabriel was obviously rather boozed, because it took some time for him to rise up from the ground and begin his expected attack against me. I stepped aside so his swings missed me by almost a half-meter before I sent him back to the ground with only one hit with my right fist. Then I dragged him to a bench beside the entrance of the house where Rebecka had her apartment and threw him into a sitting position.

Rebecka had remained silent during the entire few seconds it had taken me to get rid of Gabriel. Back at the car I told her, "Get into the front seat."

I didn't expect her to do that, but she did and when she was seated she said, "I'm sorry."

Then she told me that her friend Annelie had wanted to come with us but she had come down with a terrible flu. Gabriel had come uninvited to her apartment with a bottle of wine. She had only taken one small glass and Gabriel had emptied the bottle. She had believed him when Gabriel had told her that he and I had no hard feelings between us any longer, so she had promised to let him come with us to the dance hall. She told me that though Gabriel had been some kind of a boyfriend for her at one time, nowadays he was only a friend.

Rebecka and I had a pleasant evening at the dance hall and this time she was awake during the drive home. When I stopped at her apartment she told me that she wasn't in the mood for any sex or necking but if I dropped those thoughts, I could come in for a cup of tea and a sandwich. I accepted. 

She had a nice two room flat in good order with expensive looking furniture. Rebecka's parents obviously paid her fair a salary. She had planned for this in advance and had bought two big shrimp sandwiches. Before I left her about three o'clock in the Sunday morning, we agreed to have lunch together later that day.

During the lunch at a small restaurant she told me the latest news about Gabriel. After we had left him on the bench, he had gone to the pub for some further drinking and thereafter took a taxi to the dance hall to get revenge on me. He was regarded as too drunk to be admitted and got involved in an argument and fight with the man in the ticket box. A police patrol had been nearby and, after some quarreling, took him to the police station for the night. 

A few weeks later Gabriel lost his driving license for one year because he had been caught several times speeding and the high fines for his Saturday evening added to the speeding fines became too much for the authorities. Within a few months he had turned into a heavy drinker and sometimes even joined the local "A-team" (unemployed alcoholics, usually gathering in some park for drinking).

Both Rebecka and I were surprised about how well we got along together and had almost equal opinions on many quite different matters. She was a beautiful girl and it was my goal to get her laid as soon as possible. But unfortunately Rebecka had no intentions of co-operating in that matter. She told me later that her main reason for not having sex with me was that she already had fallen in love with me but she feared that I would use her as some kind of trophy to show up Gabriel and dump her after I got what I wanted. Of course, that wasn't true because even I had warm feelings for her and had no intentions of dumping her.

It was Rebecka's parents who planted in us the strong temptation to start fucking, which we in no way could resist. They had booked a holiday week at Madeira but her mother's divorced and now single sister had been involved in a car accident so Rebecka's mom preferred to stay home and help her sister. Her father didn't care about the skipped trip and they gave the tickets to Rebecka, who sold one of them to me for half the price of the real value. The travel agency agreed to do change the booking.

Madeira is a Portuguese island in the Atlantic Ocean about five flight hours away from Scandinavia. It is probably best known for its Madeira wine and exotic flowers. We had an early flight and arrived about one o'clock at a nice five star hotel in the hotel area a slight distance from Funchal, the capital of the island.

It had been a very early morning for us, so we decided to take a siesta after lunch. Siesta in a Latino country doesn't necessary mean only sleeping and both Rebecka and I had other, much better plans as soon as we were in bed. She asked me, "Do you love me?"

I looked her right in her eyes and told her the truth, "Yes, I do, Rebecka. I love you very much."

"I love you too?"

It was like opening a dam. Our strong feelings took over everything else and our only goal was to undress each other as soon as possible, which didn't take many seconds. Rebecka was already very wet when she spread her legs and I entered her for our first fuck. She was tight and kept moving. Both of us got an intensive orgasm rather soon and only a few minutes later we were involved in a little slower and longer lasting lovemaking.

We had dinner at the hotel and after dinner, we called it a night early with an intensive lovemaking session again before we fell asleep after a long but very great day.

After a "quickie" before breakfast we got our rented car so we could see that romantic island. Though we spent a good time at the pool, we also spent plenty of time looking at all those things one ought to see there, like "forgotten, until recently, isolated valleys". In Funchal we visited the famous wine house where a man sentenced to death was drowned in a huge Madeira wine barrel according to his last wish. One day we took a long hike on a "levada" (irrigating system) in the mountain. Driving in our rental car along the infamous "donkey path" on a steep mountainside was a strange experience, which made Rebecka rather pale. 

Every day began with a morning fuck and ended with at least one good fuck, some evenings more that that, before we fell asleep. Our last evening on the island we spent at Casino Madeira, first eating a great meal and watching a show in their famous restaurant, then participating in some gambling (which almost paid the evening) and then had a good time in the Casino's night club.

We had not talked much about the future during our holiday but during our last night at the hotel we began talking about what to do back home. Rebecka suggested that I move into her apartment so we could save the rather high rent I paid for my apartment. I agreed.

Within a year we had bought a house and less than one year later we were married. Almost one year after the wedding we had our son Emil and fifteen moths later our daughter Ida. Now we were an average family and everything went fine between Rebecka and me with only minor quarrels now and then.

Time went bye and we were still in love when we celebrated our tenth anniversary with a big party. Many of our friends were already divorced, some of them even remarried. Rebecka's best friend Annelie had two broken marriages behind her and now she bragged that she had now met "the love of her life" on the Internet.

But the shit hit the fan only a couple of months after our big anniversary party. It didn't come suddenly but I knew her so well that I almost immediately noted the first slight change in her behavior toward me. 

Of course, I asked her to tell me if she had gotten or suspected some disease or if there was something else bothering her or if I had done something wrong or ought to have done something in a different manner. She denied any differences and tried to convince me that everything was all right. 

When our relationship continued to slowly chill down, I couldn't resist thinking that as several of her friends had cheated on their husbands, so why shouldn't Rebecka try to do that.

But my observations gave no clues. She didn't begin to dress any sexier, used no extra make up, had no extra overtime, scheduled no extra "girls' nights out", had no strange phone calls, nothing unusual at all. I thought that she must be clever as hell to avoid all usual signs of cheating.

It was with a really sad feeling I decided that, for the first time since we originally met, I would begin to search for clues of cheating in her personal belongings. I searched her drawers for new sexy underwear but found nothing. Nothing was hidden in the laundry basket. I checked her credit card bills and found nothing. Nothing strange was found in the phone bills. I checked her laptop for secret mail accounts and found nothing. I checked her car and didn't find anything, so I even kept the meter under observation. 

Only her cell phone remained to be checked and I got my chance one evening when she left her phone in the charger when she went to her bowling gang. When I sneaked away with the phone to my little workshop in the basement, I thought, 'My dear Rebecka, now or never I'll get my evidence for your cheating.'

I read all text messages, listened to all voice messages and wrote down all unknown phone numbers for both outgoing and incoming calls. I even checked the few pictures she had taken with the camera in the phone. Then I noted that she had neither sent any pictures to other phones or e-mails nor received any pictures. 

After checking the suspected numbers on the net, I was hundred percent sure that there was nothing of interest on Rebecka's phone, which meant that I could only see two possible explanations to her new chilly behavior toward me in our bed. First, she was cheating, but she did it in such clever ways that I would never find any evidence. Second, she wasn't cheating on me but for some unknown reason she had lost her love and become so fed up with me that she probably intended to dump me before getting involved with somebody else.

I wanted to know the truth and the next time she refused to have sex with me, I asked, "What have I done wrong to lose your love?" 

"Rubbish! Have I said that I don't love you?"

"Do you?"

"Of course, but why in the hell can't you accept that I'm tired?"

"Have you got any plans or decisions about our future I ought to know?

"No and if I do, I'll let you know. Please let me sleep, I'm tired."

She didn't gave me any hints about our lost love, so I decided to take it easy and give her one month to get our relationship back to a normal level. If our problems remained or had gotten worse, I had to find out and try other solutions.

Two weeks later life itself had real surprise for me. Eight guys from our small town went to the capital to see our national soccer team play to a 1 - 1 draw against Northern Ireland in a qualification match for the European Championship tournament held the next year in Austria and Switzerland. Because the result wasn't as good as we expected, we went to a bar for some drinks to calm down our disappointment. It was there I met Madeleine by a coincident. 

Madeleine was a very handsome woman in her mid-thirties. Classy dressed and with a bright smile, which immediately put me in a good mood. She was alone at that bar and I happened to get the empty stool next to her. We began small talk and after a short time we talked like old friends. Of course I saw that she had two golden rings on her ring finger and as I had suspected from her accent, she told me that she was from the northern part of the country. She owned a gift shop, had two days in the capital for a trade show, and had a flight booked at noon next day.

I told her about myself and about my own reason to be in that bar, which she had already understood. She had noted my wedding ring but I was a bit surprised when she asked me how long I was married and if I was still happy. I told her the truth - I wasn't - and that I expected to be dumped but didn't know the reason why my wife probably was going to do that. Madeleine replied that her marriage was in a mess also. 

It wasn't easy to talk about serious matters in that noisy bar, so Madeleine suggested going to the piano bar at her hotel two blocks away. I agreed but when we got there after our short walk, we found out that bar was very crowded too. Therefore I agreed going to her room for a drink from the minibar. 

We fixed our drinks and Madeleine began to talk about her marriage, which was in deep crisis because she had happened to catch her husband together with one of her best friends at her summerhouse. She had immediately put the summerhouse up for sale and the previous day she had gotten a message from her broker that she was offered a much higher price than she had dared to expect. She still loved her husband and he was a very good father to their two children, so she wasn't going to divorce him but wanted to give him a memorable lesson.

One drink later when I was finished my story about how my wife suddenly and without telling me the reason lost all interest in sex with me, I looked Madeleine straight in her eyes, held her hand and said with a soft voice, "It must have been some kind of destiny when we two unhappy people met and I got a feeling that it must be meant that we ought to do something."

She held my harder and whispered, "Exactly what I'm feeling and I want to thank the Good Lord for meeting somebody who really understands my situation." 

I kissed her and I must say that the intensity in her kiss when she responded to my kiss was so hot that it really surprised me. I got as horny as hell and got a happy feeling that I had everything to win and nothing to lose. We stood up from the sofa and began slowly undressing each other.

Madeleine had a nice body, which I kissed on all sensitive spots until she moaned of pleasure. Then she got up from the bed, switched off most of the lights so it was almost dark. Then she opened her handbag, gave me a three-pack of condoms and whispered in my ear, "Tonight I want it everywhere."




To Be or Not To Be Dumped?



Then she rolled a condom on my stone hard cock before she took it deep in her mouth and gave me an intensive mouth fucking. Though I did my best to resist as long as possible I must confess that it wasn't easy. 

After some necking we were ready for the next session and after a quick sucking she got up on all fours and after some slight problems I managed to enter her tight back door. It was not mine or my wife's favorite positions so we had only done it a few times during all our years together. But now during that glorious night with Madeleine it felt right. Madeleine began to moan and groan rather loudly. When I became unsure if it was from pain or pleasure and asked her if she wanted me to stop, she told me to go on. I did and when I comforted her afterwards, she told me that it had been the first and last time for her in that way but she would never regret having tried it once in her lifetime.

After a quick shower we found two small bottles with sparkling wine in the minibar and sat down for a while. After some necking she asked me to lie down on my back so she could use her mouth to roll a rubber on my cock. She was riding me for a while before we shifted to the missionary position for a long and intensive fucking, which we managed to conclude with an orgasm for both of us.

It had been a great night and the clock showed that it was already 4.30 when I got to my hotel and sneaked into my own bed without waking up the pal with whom I shared the double room. Of course, my friends had noted that I disappeared from the bar last evening and teased me at breakfast and asked silly questions during the trip home. But I denied having done anything other than talking and trusted that none of my friends would say anything to Rebecka.

Everything was as usual at home. I doubt that Rebecka had hardly noticed that I'd been away almost two days. Only my children were happy to see me again.

On Tuesday I had to work overtime to half past six and got a real surprise when I got home. Rebecka met me at the door wearing a short black skirt, black silky top, and dark stockings. She told me that dinner would be ready in the dining room when I had taken a shower. 

Our dining room was actually a part of the living room divided by an arch and used only on special occasions by the family because we preferred the kitchen table. I can't deny that I was very suspicious of her reason for having this special dinner on an average Tuesday. I had a strange feeling about getting the last dinner before being dumped but decided to wait and see.

Then when we were eating a sweet cake for dessert, Rebecka asked us, "Do you want to know the reason for this celebrating?"

Both the children and I said, "Yes."

Rebecka continued, "I am unemployed. My parents sold the shoe shops today and the new owner doesn't need my services, so I'll quit the job on Saturday, get paid for six months and will be free to do whatever I want to do."

Our son Emil asked her, "So Grandpa fired you? He is really cool."

She replied, "Not really. We found the best solution."

Out daughter Ida asked, "Have you got a new job or are you going to stay at home?"

Rebecka replied, "No, I have no plans for anything yet because I wanted tell my family before I'm going to do something."

I didn't say anything but began coughing and Rebecka gave me a strange look but remained silent until our children had left the table. Then she told me that her parents had met some old friend who had succeeded in persuading them to invest in a leisure project in southern Spain, retire and live there. Rebecka could not deny that they had gotten a fair price for the shoe shops but the leisure project seemed to be a very risky enterprise, so she had been fighting against it with all her power but lost the fight and the dinner had been to celebrate that now she was totally free from her parents in all ways. 

Rebecka had understood that our marriage wasn't on its best level and promised to do her best to get it back there.

I asked her, "Was the damn shoe shop the only reason for you to neglect me or have you even had an affair, because you have behaved like a cheating bitch since our anniversary?"

She became angry and shouted back, "Hell, no, don't you think I had enough problems with my parents."

I shouted back, "Why in the hell didn't you tell me about your problems in that damn shoe shop?" 

"It was a family matter and we wanted to keep it within the family."

I had never been so angry with her as now when I shouted at her, "Family matter? Don't you regard your husband as a part of your family? What in the hell do you think about me? Am I only a damn lodger? You lied to me several times when I asked you if you had any problems. Why in the hell didn't you tell me the truth? Don't you trust me?"

Now she was sobbing when she replied, "Of course I trust you but I didn't want to bother you with my problems."

"What the hell do you think you did? You neglected me and I thought you were cheating on me with some damn creep. Do you think it has been fun to begin planning for a divorce if that had been the painful truth?"

Rebecka had began to cry loudly now and both our children were back and shouted at us to stop shouting and arguing. She rushed to the bedroom without saying anything.

The "new start dinner" for our marriage had ended in total fiasco. The only positive fact in this matter was she obviously had not cheated on me with some other man. But if she had told me about her problems, she would have saved me from much anxiety. It was a painful awakening to find out that my wife obviously had regarded me as some kind of stranger or lodger and not a part of her family.

Wednesday was a quiet day in our home but then the shit hit the fan again on Thursday evening when Rebecka got home very late after her work.

Now it was Rebecka's turn to be furious. As soon as she had got into the house, she began shouting, "You damn cheating bastard, you accused me of cheating, but what the hell have you done yourself?"

"I didn't accuse you. I only told that you acted like a cheater."

Now she cried and sobbed, "How could you do that to me?"

"I'm sorry. It was a terrible mistake because I thought you intended to dump me."

"What do you think I'm going to do now?"

"Please don't decide anything before you have calmed down."

"How could you?"

"I'm sorry."

"But how could you do that to me?"

"You had neglected me and I thought you wanted to get rid of me. It was terrible mistake, which I regret like hell."

"Do you love her? Have you called her since then?"

"No. I love only you and nobody else."

"Can I see your phone?"

"Yes."

I gave my cell phone to her and she searched it carefully. I had nothing to hide in it and she gave it back to me. 

Then she asked me, "Was she a whore? Did you pay for it? Don't you know about diseases?"

I replied, "No, she wasn't a whore and I didn't pay anything. She is married and was sad because her husband had cheated on her. I was sad because I thought you intended to dump me. We talked most of the time, agreed that saving our marriages would be the best solution for both of us and we used condoms."

"Do you suggest that I do the same thing as she did?"

"No, because she found her husband and her best friend in action in their summerhouse. She sold the summerhouse but couldn't forget what she had seen there. Please remember that nothing would have happened if you had been honest with me about your problems. I'm sorry and regret what I did but I was convinced that you wanted to dump me."

"You are sleeping in the spare room and the only thing I want to hear from you is a short answer if I ask you something. Is that clear?"

"Yes, it is and please remember that, however this sad story ends, I will always love you."

"A man who loves his wife doesn't cheat on her. Please shut up."

It was a silent evening, but she told me when supper was ready and to my great relief she had not mentioned anything about divorce. It would be a long and difficult way to fix our marriage if she didn't dump me.

On Friday afternoon she rang me and said she intended to go to a pub with a fellow-worker and ended the call before I said anything. I did all the necessary things at home and fixed a supper for the children. 

Then I got a call from Eric Nordqvist, the owner of a prefabricated house factory who said that he and his family had been customers at Rebecka's shoe shop for many years and been impressed with how well she took care of the customers. When he had heard that she had to quit her job, he wanted to offer her a job at his company because she was exactly that service minded person he needed to take care of the few complaints and misunderstandings he got from his customers. He gave me his phone number and said that she could call him until 22.00 that evening.

About 21.00 I heard a car on our drive way and a few seconds later Rebecka was in the house, but not alone. She had a handsome man, probably a few years younger than me, with her. In his hand he held a DVD film cassette, obviously a porn film. Rebecka introduced him as Nick, showed him into our living room and told me that they would see a film and didn't want to be disturbed.

I told Rebecka about Eric Nordqvist's phone call about a job and that he expected her to call him as soon as she got home. Obviously she knew Nordqvist because she took the cordless phone from the kitchen and went into the bedroom to be alone when making that call.

I went into the living room where Nick was sitting on the two-seat sofa waiting for Rebecka. I told him, "Rebecka and I have a serious problem in our marriage and she has invited you here to humiliate me. But I don't intend to take any crap in my own home and therefore I ask you to be kind and immediately get out of this house. Please do it."

He remained seated and replied, "Rebecka invited me here and what can you do if I refuse to go? Nothing at all?"

"Don't blame me if I forget to open the window when I throw you out."

He still remained seated and didn't make any attempt to rise up from the sofa when he replied with a smile, "You are a funny guy, very funny guy indeed."

I hit him hard in his face, first with my right fist and a second later with my left. That was all he needed to be so groggy that he didn't try to resist when I dragged him up from the sofa and out from the house, where I gave him a hard kick in his ass and told him to piss off very quickly from my lot before I became really angry. He went to his car and drove away without further comments.

While waiting for Rebecka I had switched off most of the lights in the room and started the film. She didn't notice that I was sitting on the sofa when she came to the room and shouted, "I got the job and now can we begin teasing my damn husband."

Then she noticed that the man on the sofa was me and shouted, "Oh, my God, where is Nick? What have you done to him?"

"I told him the truth - that we have problems - and asked him to be kind and go away."

Once again she was very angry with me and shouted, "Shut off that damn film and tell me the truth."

"I told you the truth that I asked him to get out of the house in a very polite manner and when he refused I persuaded him to do that. He did. As you may remember I didn't take any crap from Gabriel in my car and I will never take any crap from some Nick in my own home. I don't know why this Nick, whom I never seen before, came here to humiliate me."

The only thing she said before she left the room was, "Oh, my God. What have you done?"

Saturday was her last workday at the shoe shop and she spent the evening with her parents. The whole next week was rather silent between us. Not many words were said until the Saturday when we were invited to a big birthday party. 

Before we left home she told me her conditions for going there with me, "Don't try to pretend that it is okay between us because we are among people. Keep away from me and don't try to chat with me. Don't try to dance with me and don't drink because we'll skip the taxi and you are driving."

I agreed. At the party I kept away from her and didn't dance at all due to a pretended injury to my left knee. Instead I tried but failed to find out who of those seven friends who were with me at the match had told Rebecka that I hadn't spent the night in my bed. 

When one of the young female guests heard that I was Rebecka Sandén's husband, she told me she was sister to that Nick whom Rebecka brought to our house to tease me. Her older sister worked with Rebecka in the shoe shop and it was her idea to persuade Nick to play Rebecka's lover boy. Nick's wife had been against the idea and warned him that he was playing with fire if I was a real man, which I obviously had been. She had a good laugh when he came home with a real black eye and swollen lips. Neither Nick's wife nor he had any hard feelings toward me and now they regarded the whole event as a silly joke.

Rebecka was much more tipsy than she used to be at any party and was flirting with several of the guys on the dance floor but I didn't care what she did until she came to me and wanted to call it a night. 

It was a silent drive home, where she thanked me for respecting our agreement during the party. I replied that I would always love her, no matter what happened. 

After breakfast Sunday morning when our children were gone out to play with their friends, Rebecka once again thanked me for keeping our agreement during the party and asked me if I had any hard feelings toward her for her behavior last night.

I replied, "I love you and don't blame you for anything. I'm sorry for what I did and hope that you will forgive some day."

"I don't know what to say to that because you have shown that love in a very shameful way."

"I'm sorry and will regret it the rest of my life."

Then she told me about her new job, after sales customer service at a prefabricated house factory with 68 people employed. It was an interesting job but so far she had only taken care of some minor problems. I was surprised at how well she was paid for that job. 

She had not mentioned anything about divorce or suggested that one of us should move out of the house, so I began to get a slight hope that we could save our marriage but I feared that it would take long time get back to normal conditions again.

The next week went on with a slight improvement between Rebecka and me. She said a few words more than necessary and even asked me a few questions about matters she didn't care about during the previous week.

Rebecka had no objections when I told her on Wednesday evening that I had to work Friday night with an important machine installation. She told me her own plans, which included going out for a girls' night out with Annelie and two other girls and she would ask her parents to keep the children overnight. On Friday morning she told me that her parents had agreed to keep the children.

My team couldn't begin our installation work before the factory had closed down for the weekend at 16.00 on Friday because we had moved several other installations to get necessary space for hauling in the new machine and had it unpacked. About seven o'clock we made the terrible discovery that the construction company, which had made the foundation for the machine, had gotten blueprints for a slightly different model of that machine from the Italian machine company, so we could not do our installation before the foundation had been modified to fit the machine.

We did as much as we could but by eleven o'clock in the evening we couldn't do anything more at the factory and took the rest of the night off. I got to my empty house and decided to go to bed, but couldn't sleep from thinking about the damn machine. Then about half past one I heard a car on our driveway and Rebecka talking with a man outside the house and both of them coming in to our kitchen.

As long as I can protect myself, I will never take any crap in my own home, so I put on my jeans and opened my door a little so I could hear them speaking.

Rebecka sounded rather sober when she said, "Many thanks for the lift. I can't understand why it is so damn difficult to get a taxi nowadays."

"It is my pleasure to help such a lovely woman, great pleasure, indeed."

"What do you want to go with the coffee? Cakes or a sandwich?"

"Let's wait with the coffee. It will taste better afterwards."

Rebecka sounded a bit worried when she asked, "After what? What do you mean?"

"Don't pretend to be stupid. You have dumped that damn wimp Dennis and want a real man tonight, don't you?"

Now she raised her voice, "He's not a wimp. I love him and will never dump him."

"I don't give a shit what he is because tonight you are mine."

"Stop that silly talk or I will tell Dennis."

"Yes, you can tell Dennis how easy I got you laid, because that's what I'm going to tell him if you don't shut up and start stripping.

Now she screamed, "Get out from my house or I will call the police."

He raised his voice when he shouted, "Don't dare to try, you damn cockteasing bitch! You teased me last Saturday and it is paying time tonight. Do as I tell you to do or do you prefer to get it the hard way?"

I had heard enough and when he grabbed her and tried to kiss her, I made a quick rush and my first hard swing hit him with total surprise. Thereafter my following beating of his face was a simple match without much resistance from him.

Now I could see that the damn rapist was Tommy Lundgren, an old friend of ours. He and his wife Carina had been invited to many parties in our house during the years. I had known him for years as a good guy and couldn't understand why he turned into such an animal when he thought he had Rebecka as an easy prey.

I dragged him to the door and threw him out of the house and promised him that serious things would happen if he didn't get away from my property within twenty seconds. 

Back in the house I hugged my crying wife and did my best to comfort her. After a while when she had calmed down a bit I phoned Carina and told her the truth about what had happened in our house. She wanted to speak with Rebecka, who told her that when she and Annelie had failed to get a taxi, they had met Tommy at a hot dog hut and he had offered to drive them home if she gave him a cup of coffee, which she had agreed to do because she knew him so well and had always regarded him as a good guy. Tommy took Annelie to her place first and had been a good guy until Rebecka and he were in my kitchen.

Obviously Carina had enough of him by then, because she told us what a damn asshole he had been toward her during the last year, though he had always avoided hitting her face when he had beaten her. 

I made coffee and we went into our living room for some honest talk about our problems. First I told her why I was at home and didn't work that night. Rebecka told me that she had intended to get free from him and rush into the bathroom, lock the door and use phone extension in there to call me. If Tommy had tried to break down the door, she would have called our neighbor Kent and the police. If he had broken the door before she got help, she had intended to spray hair spray in his eyes. I agreed with her that she had planned the right things to do.

Then we began to talk about our marriage problems. Rebecka told me that she regretted like hell that she hadn't told me about her problems at the shoe shop. She continued with telling me that it was Annelie who had told her about my cheating. One of my friends at the soccer trip - she didn't know who - had told his wife, who told her best friend, who told Annelie. 

Rebecka had been shocked and began screaming about throwing me out of the house. But Annelie had gotten her calmed down and agreed to not do anything she would regret later. None of us had any reason to doubt that Annelie had a great deal in saving our marriage because she had persuaded Rebecka to let me stay in our house and not say anything about divorce until she had found out if her love for me was strong enough to forgive me and save our marriage. 




To Be or Not To Be Dumped?



Rebecka looked me straight in my eyes when she said that she never had any intentions of cheating for revenge and she had decided to forgive me already after the first sleepless night alone in our bedroom. But she was so fed up with me that she could not pretend that everything was okay in our relationship when it was far from that. The drama with Nick was only a game and a stupid mistake, suggested by his sister who worked in the shoe shop. Rebecka didn't know him and had refused the whole idea, but had been persuaded to play out that little drama to teach me a lesson. 

She had warned Nick that I wasn't a wimp and he had promised to stop the game if I got really angry. He didn't and his wife had teased him a lot for the black eye because she regarded it as his own fault. Neither Nick nor his wife had any hard feelings toward Rebecka and me. Rebecka said that she had promised to invite Nick and his wife for dinner as soon as we had cleared up our marriage problems.

We talked until the morning and then I followed her to our marital bed where we after some necking and hugging fell asleep.

When we woke up at almost eleven o'clock on Saturday, we had the best sex we ever had, at least since our week at Madeira. Both of us promised to never cheat on each other. It was a great day for me though I had to skip all plans of celebrating it on Saturday evening because I had go back to the machine installation. Of course, we had a very romantic celebration the next weekend.

Carina filed for divorce during the week after the incident and Tommy left town. Rebecka kept her word and invited Nick and his wife Camilla for dinner. He was an easygoing fellow and she was a very lovely girl with a good sense of humor and a great storyteller. All of us got a good laugh when she told us about her reaction when poor Nick came home with his black eye. 

Rebecka and I have never talked about my cheating since that night when we talked for hours and solved our problems. We are happy as newlyweds and I've got my loving wife back.



To Be or Not to Be Unfaithful?



Editors' note ... When you read this story please remember that Wintefrog is not a native to the English language. He is from Scandinavia and I give him kudos for his efforts ... We should read his work as if he were speaking it and appreciate the differences.....angel love.

Many thanks to angel love for editing this story.

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ANDERS' STORY

I'm Anders Dahl, a thirty-five-year old real estate agent, married to Charlotte and the father of Emma and Ella. My marriage began just like thousands of other marriages in Scandinavia. Some friends and I went to the local dance hall one Saturday evening. I was happy to get several dances with a pretty blond girl, known as ex model. I was very flattered when she asked me to save the last dance for her. I did and drove her home to her parent's house. 

I was rewarded with a romantic necking in her room during the night and breakfast on Sunday morning. Sunday evening we went to the cinema, then to the pub and more necking just as I have done with many other girls before her. 

But, thereafter, things got different with Charlotte, who was beautiful, very beautiful indeed. She had a bit different background than the other girls I had dated. She had been among the six candidates in a national beauty contest final. She took third prize and a modeling contract in Milan, Italy, one of the most important cities in European fashion business. However, something obviously happened there because she quit the modeling after only slight more than one year and came home to an office job. 

I asked once about the reason and when she didn't tell me more than 'she was fed up with those questions and it was not my business,' I never asked again. Of course I was proud to date such a 'trophy girl' and didn't care that she refused to have sex during our first six months together. Sex was the weakest matter in our relationship.

Many people are thinking that the most beautiful girls are the most eager and best in bed. That's not always true. Charlotte was far from the best of the girls I knew in that matter. To be honest, I didn't get any fucking at all but she was beautiful and pleasant in many other ways. Her modeling past got her to be a trophy that all my friends envied me for. However, I was faithful to her, but had begun planning how to dump her and find a girl who knew why the God Lord had equipped her with a pussy.

I cancelled those plans when Charlotte began to talk about our engagement, which she took for granted. I pretended to be thinking about it but a had hard time deciding what to do with her, dump her or propose. I proposed and we got engaged and married. Our sex life got better and a few years later we had two daughters. 

The next years we were an average Scandinavian family. She stayed at home until the youngest daughter was two years old and thereafter got a part time office job at a furniture factory. She didn't like the job very much but we needed the money because I and a friend of mine had recently opened a new estate agent business. It didn't give much profit at the beginning. She never complained and kept telling me to look forward. 

She was right, even if it went slowly due to the hard competition, the business developed in the right direction and a few years later I could afford to get us a nice house in one of the best suburbs. 

We were an average Scandinavian suburb family with barbeques together with relatives or friends almost every weekend during the summers. Then she got a new job as receptionist at the county administration board, which made her very happy. The county administration board is a non-political organization of high-qualified civil servants representing the state in many different legal matters. 

One of its main tasks is to control the legal aspects of all the local political decisions when a citizen for some reason is dissatisfied and complains to them. In our county were around 250 people working, about 50% were females. Of course, within soon many of the male employees and visitors began to flirt with the new handsome girl in the reception. 

Charlotte would say that it was nice to be appreciated but it could be too much of the pleasure some days. But then that matter got better when one of her fellow workers, an elderly woman retired and was replaced with Anna, who was in the same age as Charlotte and almost as pretty too. Very soon they were good friends and even Anna's husband Oscar and I enjoyed each other's company when the four of us got together now and then. 

That went on for a couple of years until two new section chiefs; Roland and Marcus came to the board almost at the same time. Charlotte's usual 'gossips from the reception' began to contain more and more about, 'Roland said so and so' and 'Marcus mentioned this and that' and even more and more about what these two guys did.

Obviously they took their time for chat and flirting when they walked past the reception desk. Then I noted a slight change in her gossips because now it was only about what Roland had said and done. One day she came home happy as a child who got unexpected candy and told me that Roland had invited her for lunch at a popular restaurant in town and had been a real gentleman. 

I didn't say anything about that because it's up to her with whom she is eating her lunch. But a warning-bell began to ring in my head that chimed that this Roland was acting after the classic seducing manual, chat, flatter, lunch, after work, dinner, dinner with dance, hotel or motel with fucking included. I mentioned Roland's increasing interest in Charlotte to Oscar when we went to a speedway match. 

Neither Charlotte nor Anna has the slightest interest for that sport though the best drivers in the world are in the competition for our elite division teams. To my surprise Oscar said that Anna had began to tell a lot of 'mumbo jumbo' about some damn Marcus, who even had invited her for an expensive lunch. We decided to wait and see if they would begin with the after work partying on Fridays and how they went on. After all, our wives are not any nuns and they have all rights in the world to have lunch and take a beer after work with their fellow workers and friends. 

Just as expected Charlotte told me that she would be a bit late home from the job because she, Anna and some other of her fellow workers had decided go to the usual after work bar close to her job on Friday. As expected I had no objections and she was home only two hours later than usual. I knew that there was more to come and on the next Monday I connected the guy who investigated some of my customers when I thought it to be necessary. 

Already on Wednesday he gave me his report, which among the usual stuff of income, work, education, real estate and such things even contained following facts. Roland Malmén was 42 years old, married for the second time, had two children with his first wife, who had the custody and one child with his second wife. He was the owner of a green BMW 520. And he had got fourteen months of suspended sentence for violence against his first wife. 

Marcus Hagander was 44 years old, divorced from his first wife and living together with a common-law wife, one child with each of them. His oldest child, a daughter was living together with a boyfriend at a university town. Both the house and the family cars, Audi A6 and Renault Clio were written on the wife. 

He was fired from one of his previous jobs for sexual harassment of his secretary. She had accused him for an attempt to rape but the legal case dropped because of a lack of evidence. I rang Oscar and told him the news that those two fellows slowly working into our wives panties were bad boys with bad behavior against women on their records. Obviously both of them were psychopaths in some stage, which made them dangerous in several ways.

While trapping their preys, such guys are very social, polite and generous until they have got the victim alone for some time where she is brutally broken in to be under his total control. Oscar understood that our marriages were in danger because the preys often change her sympathies to the bad guy when the good guy tries to protect her. 

Even Oscar had news to tell me, he had succeeded to find a source for inside information from the county administration board that had promised to help him. So far he had found out that there was some kind of a 'top-secret slut list' among the top guys, which they used when choosing female employees to join them on their trips to national and EU capital. The source had not seen the list but been told that none of the reception girls was included in it. He had heard rumors, however, which said something about two of the top cocks made some kind of claim about them and had a high-priced competition for their seduction. Further news was promised as soon as the source found out something.

We decided to meet at a pub after work and make plans for how to meet the new situation. As we had become aware of the problems in an early level we thought we have good chances of solving our problems. We met and decisions were made.

Two mornings later one of Marcus' neighbors rang him and told him that his garage had something scrawled on the wall; 'A RAPIST LIVES HERE' was painted with one-meter large letters, well visible from the street.

Of course, most people in the neighborhood thought that it was a damn lie about this high-qualified civil servant who had always been a good neighbor. But as always there were those who said, 'No smoke without fire' and different rumors about him began to circulate in the area.

It was a naughty act against his innocent family but we had no regrets because we knew that damn asshole was doing his best to destroy Oscar's happy family. 

Next Tuesday it was Roland's turn to get his punishment. He and Charlotte used to take his green BMW to a restaurant in town every Tuesday. When they came out to the car in the parking lot, he got into the driver's seat and Charlotte walked around the car to the passenger side. But when she went to open the door she noted the large sign with yellow letters painted on a black background and with a red heart on each end. She read the text, 'ESCORT girl SERVICE' with a cell phone number under the text line. 

After a few seconds she began to scream and when Roland heard her, he got out to see what was going on there. She refused to sit in that car, and they went into the restaurant for lunch. None of them noted the man with a digital camera, who had been standing behind one parked SUV some distance away. 

As the lot next to the BMW happened to be free, he got very nice pictures. When Roland's wife came home from her work and took in the mail from their mailbox there was a manila envelope addressed to her. She opened it and found a large color picture of her husband and a pretty blond girl standing before a green car which looked to be his BMW. The strange thing was the large sign on the car door with the text ESCORT girl SERVICE and Roland's cell phone number. On the top of the picture was written with black ink, 'A pimp and his prey.' 

When Roland came home one hour later in a rented car they got involved in hard arguing and he lost his temper and hit her for the first time during their marriage. She fled into the neighbor's house, they rang the police who came and wrote a report.

That didn't stop Roland from working on Charlotte, in fact it had the opposite effect because now his mother had come to stay in his house for two weeks and it was Roland who had to sleep in the spare bedroom. However, even though both of us thought that it had no effect on their intentions about our wives, Oscar and I felt much better after they had got these problems. What we had paid to get it done, was well-used money in our opinions. 

Their next step came only two days later and could have been taken direct from the 'seduction manual.' It was the expected 'Girls night out.' After work on Thursday Charlotte told me that she was going out with Anna and some other girls from her work for celebrating somebody's birthday and she would be back home rather late. I had no objections about that, but invented an errand outdoors so I could call Oscar. 

Even Anna was going out and Oscar had already been thinking about a plan for the evening. His plan was OK with me, even that it had a weak point about Charlotte but I had to take that risk. About half past seven Charlotte was really ladylike in a black knee-long dress. She kissed me and hugged our children when we heard a car stop outside our house. To my great relief it was Anna who came in a taxi to pick her up, which meant that they had at least intended to spend the beginning of the evening together. 

We had only capacity to tail Anna. When the taxi had left, I noted a motorcycle some distance behind them. Oscar arrived to my place with his kids and a baby sitter a few minutes after our wive's taxi had left. Fifteen minutes later he got a call, which told him that the wives were at a Greek restaurant called 'Pythagaron' and only two guys and no other girls had met them there. 

We left toward the restaurant in his car. After parking we did a rec and could see the four of them sitting in a discrete booth in a corner. After a short discussion we agreed that as soon as we interfered with the party the better were our chances to get the girls with us. 

First we rang to their wives and asked about their husbands. Both told us that they had an important meeting at their lodge. We told them our names and that we were sorry to say that this lodge had only four members, their husbands and our wives and the meeting was held in a discrete booth at a Greek restaurant.

If they kept the lines open when we went in and put a full stop to the 'lodge meeting,' they could hear it live and we promised even to take some pictures for them. Marcus' wife said that she knew the restaurant and was already on her way to take her husband home. We walked to their booth where they had so far only gotten wine and the starters. Oscar held our two open cell phones in the air and I held my small digital camera ready. 

Both of the girls were surprised with feared expressions on their faces when the flash from my camera got their attention and they noted who had taken the pictures. 

I said, "Girls night out? The only thing those scumbags have in common to girls is that the piss ant next to you Charlotte is a 'lady boxer' whose poor wife has to be at home from her work with a black eye after his latest 'girl talk' two days ago." 

Roland opened his mouth; "I'll sue you damn bastard for that defamation." 

"You are welcome to," I retorted.

Then Oscar said to Anna, "High time we say goodnight, this girl party seems to be over." 

When Anna tried to rise up from her chair, Marcus pushed her back and said, "Just sit down and relax, these two baboons have no right to interfere with this county board representation dinner." 

Anna said, "He is my husband." 

Oscar got furious. Paying the highest tax level in the world and seeing those bureaucrats using his tax money for seducing his wife and calling him a baboon was too much even for a nice guy as Oscar to take. 

He gave me the phones, took one wine glass from the table, threw the content in Marcus' face, grabbed his tie, hit him hard in the face and said, "Don't ever touch my wife again. Never forget that or you'll be damn sorry." 

Roland tried to rise from his chair and interfere but I took the phones in my left hand, hit him hard on his skull with my open right hand and said, "Don't move maggot." 

He remained seated and kept quite. None of them made any attempts to stop Charlotte and Anna when I told them that their girl's night out was cancelled and it was time to go home. Before we left, Oscar gave Marcus a sharp warning about trying to pay the bill with the county's credit card. 

Their wives had kept the lines open and heard everything. Out of the restaurant we told them that the party was over and our wives left together with us. Just outside the entrance we saw a Renault Clio coming in high speed and doing a stop, which resulted in a smell of burnt rubber. A rather handsome woman came to us and asked: Are you the husbands who rang me?

When we agreed, she turned to our wives and shouted, "Poor silly whores!" 

Not much was said during the trip to my house but when Oscar, his family and the babysitter had left Charlotte began to curse me. I understood that she had not done her last attempt with Roland yet and there was more to come. 

I was right; it came the next day, on Friday afternoon. Marcus' wife had rang Oscar and thanked him for giving Marcus a really black eye and told him that he took the day off from work and they were going to help his parents with their garden. 

At their job Charlotte had accused Anna for the mess during the evening, which got Anna angry. She rang to tell me that Charlotte should quit the job after lunch. I understood that she was so mad at me that she had decided to let Roland have her pussy as her revenge against me. 

I rang Oscar and hadn't he persuaded me to keep fighting, I would have probably dumped her right then, though I still was in love with her. Oscar's old father together with an elderly lady from his amateur theater society in a silver metallic Saab 9-3 helped us by tailing them when they left the parking lot in Roland's rental car. 

It was a rather short trip to one of the best hotels in town. They parked the car and went into the reception followed by the elderly couple that had tailed them. Roland booked a room and the lady who stood very close to them heard the room number and that their room wasn't ready yet but expected to be within a half hour. 

Roland said that it didn't matter because they intended to have lunch before they went to the room and Charlotte and he left for the restaurant. During the time it took for Roland to check-in and get his key card his father had rang a report to Oscar, which made him and me decide go to the hotel but stay outside and wait. 

When it was the elderly lady's turn at the reception desk she showed them the picture of Charlotte at Roland's BMW with the Escort Service sign and told them that the customer before her who rented a room was there with a hooker. It is against the law in this country to use prostitutes and should be serious scandal both for the hotel and for the married customer who happened to be a civil servant from the county administration board. 

She told them to get the prostitute and her customer out of the hotel very fast but discretely, if they didn't want the police and the tabloid papers involved. She asked them to remember what happened with the two judges who got caught with prostitutes. 

The elderly lady left the hotel, called Oscar's father and reported what she had done. He decided to watch the restaurant and see what happened. He hadn't to wait many minutes before two men went to the table where Roland and Charlotte were sitting. After a short argument Roland and Charlotte left the restaurant and the two men followed them to the exit door. 

Oscar and I could watch Roland and Charlotte going to Roland's car having an argument, which lasted a couple of minutes before they left the parking lot. The silver metallic Saab tailed them as before and Oscar and I followed them at a safe distance. To my great surprise the journey went against my part of the town. My worst thoughts became a truth. Charlotte took Roland to our house. 

I told Oscar that I didn't want to see what she wanted to do with him. I decided for a fast action and barked into the house where I found Roland and a sobbing Charlotte sitting on a sofa in the living room. He held her hands in his.

I shouted: "What the hell is this damn pimp doing in my house? Piss off at once while you can do it on your own feet." 




To Be or Not to Be Unfaithful?



Charlotte shouted, "It is my house too and he is my guest." 

"Your house too, but not any damn whorehouse," I complained.

Oscar, who had been waiting outside came in when he heard the shouting and he told Roland, "I'll give you five seconds to piss off and began counting, one . . . two . . . three . . . four ..." 

Before he had said 'five' Roland was out of the house running to his car and made a quick start which left two black stripes on the asphalt. 

I told Oscar that I could take care of the rest for this time and he promised to call Roland's wife to tell her about today's actions and left.

When he had left I asked a still crying Charlotte, "Could you please tell me what's going on here? Why have you taken the afternoon off from the job? Why were you crying when I came home? And why did you bring that damn Roland here in my home of all places on the earth?" 

"He was my guest and it is my home too." 

"And you intended to share 'your bed too' with your dear guest, I presume?" 

"You have gone totally mad with your jealous imaginations," she cried out. 

I went to my home office and took the picture of her and Roland at his car door with the Escort Service sign, gave it to her and said, "I got this in an anonymous letter yesterday, so something must have gone on between you and this Roland during all your so-called lunches and God only knows how many afternoons off work you been doing jobs on the side for him? Why Charlotte? Why?"

"You have got everything wrong." 

I continued to put some pressure on her hoping to get some kind of confession about what happened at the hotel, "Wrong? Why did you take the day off and bring Roland with you to our home? Was I wrong when I saw you sobbing on the sofa? Had the damn lunatic beaten you or demanded you to do something you didn't want to do?" 

She had enough and went to the spare bedroom locking the door from the inside. Once again I had prevented her from cheating on me, but she showed no remorse, which gave me strong a feeling that even if I could prevent a few more of their attempts, she would be successful sooner or later. All the time I had to spend in my efforts to watch her would be totally wasted.

I decided that I had done enough for this marriage and rang Oscar, who persuaded me not to give up yet. Anna was on our side now but I didn't expect to get any information from Charlotte. His connection at the board hadn't produced anything further because the rumors of what jealous husbands had done at the Greek restaurant had gotten out to those who knew to be very silent about sex matters.

Charlotte came out from the spare room during the evening and we had a very chilly 'family Friday' together with the children. On Saturday she took the children with her and left for shopping without asking me to join them. She avoided me during Saturday afternoon and evening at home and took the children with her early Sunday morning to see her parents and didn't ask me to go with them. 

Nothing more was said about her afternoon off together with Roland until Tuesday evening after work when she told me that she was going to an IT course out of town between Thursday morning and Friday afternoon. I understood that our marriage had now begun the final countdown.

I asked her, "I've heard rumors that you and a man have been thrown out from the Grand Hotel, is that true? Why did you go there? And who was the man? Roland?" 

She got totally red in her face and shouted at me, "Don't listen to all the silly gossip in this damn town. Some idiot has done a hen of a feather. Nothing has happened there. That's for sure." 

"So it is therefore Roland and you are going away to do what you intended to do last Friday but obviously got interrupted both at the hotel and later here at home. That psychopathic scumbag has really got you in his web. You have got some uncontrollable craving to fuck him, doesn't matter what it will cost you." 

"You are so jealous that you're seeing ghosts in the daylight." 

"No, not any longer. It is your problem if you prefer a psychopathic 'Lady Boxer' who has hit both his first wife and the present wife and will hit you too. I know that for sure because I have taken information about him. " 

"I don't give a shit for what you are saying because you're enviousness about Roland is polluting your brains. He is always kind and polite and you are only nagging at me nowadays." 

"Can't you see that I have a good reason to do that. Please remember what I've told you now because I don't want to hear any crap afterwards about how sorry you are." 

"No risk." 

"Good." 

It was a strange feeling. I was still in love with her but would never accept being some wimpy cuckold. It hurt like hell but I preferred to take the pain and go forward without her. I knew for sure that I had lost her though we had two nice children and many light memories from our happy years together. The only thing I wanted her to do now was co-operate in solving all practical problems as soon as possible. 

My marriage crash wasn't completed yet. There was more crap to come. Oscar rang me on Wednesday afternoon and told me that Anna had gotten the latest gossip from the county board. Marcus' secretary had told Anna that she had heard gossips about her interest in Marcus but she had to be very careful with that man and skip such plans as soon as possible. 

The secretary said that she had a secret recording about Marcus, Roland and an asshole by the name of Henry Miller. He promised to pay for sex with either Anna or Charlotte. A rare and expensive Rolex was to go to the first of Marcus or Roland who succeeded in seducing their reception girl. And also to break her into such submission that even he could have a night with her. 

Oscar promised to do his best to get the recording. 

Wednesday evening Charlotte, to my great surprise, tried be nice to me. She asked me if I had any plans for Saturday evening and suggested we find a baby sitter and have a dinner at some nice place. I told her it would be a great pleasure if our lives were still as they were during our 'good old days.' 

But I regretted to say I knew that her pimp had other plans for her. She had work to do to pay for a Rolex for him. However, a baby-sitter was already fixed because our house is on sale and I hoped that Saturday would be busy with many prospective purchasers.

She got pale and asked, "For God's sake, why?" 

"Because I want to buy an apartment and need my share of the house money for that." 

"You have no right to do that." 

"Yes I have because the house is in my name."

"Why haven't you told me anything about an apartment?" 

"Because you made your choice and it is not my problem where you are going when you are back from your 'honeymoon' with Roland." 

She remained silent for several minutes, probably thinking about our nice garden where she had spent so many hours of work to get it in order and that some stranger should be allowed to take it away from her. 

Then she continued, "Are you threatening me with divorce because my employer wants me to go to an IT Course?" 

"No, but the truth is that there is no IT Course. Nobody at your job knows about such a course. Your boss told me you have taken two days off for private reasons. Nobody knows where Roland and you are going but our paths are parting after you have fucked him and he has pimped you to his friends. I know that he has made a deal with Marcus as a part of their wager and even sold you to some pervert at the board whose name is Henry Miller. The deal is one night for an expensive Rolex. Roland can hardly blackmail you now when Oscar, I and soon even the whole board knows everything about his deals so I guess that he will beat the crap of you if you don't obey him and do what he wants you to do." 

"Once again, you have got a warning, but are obviously so much in love with that damn pimp that you have lost all common sense." 

She was ash gray in her face but didn't say anything, so I continued, "Could you please give me your rings because I expect Roland to take nasty pictures of you for humiliating me and I don't want those rings, which were given to you with love, soiled by that asshole." 

She cried as she took them off her finger and gave them to me. I could hardly believe how this Roland had succeeded to brainwash her to be such a zombie she was now and he had done it without having her isolated at all. 

I felt like I was talking to a wall but did a last attempt to get her back to her senses and said, "Please Charlotte, you can still save your home and everything you have here. Anna has saved her marriage, please save ours." 

But she went to the spare bedroom and locked the door from the inside. I heard her talk with somebody on her cell phone but could not hear what she said. The next morning I stayed at home from my work in a last attempt to change her mind to not go, but she refused to talk with me and when she heard Roland's car stop on the street, she took her overnight bag and left the house without a word to me.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

CHARLOTTE'S STORY (A short version) 

When I came back from Italy with my experiences from there I found all the local boys to be very juvenile. However, at a dance I met one nice guy who was quite different, maybe because he had spent much time abroad while he worked in the merchant marine for a couple of years. After a few dates I regarded us a couple and he had no objections though I demanded him to wait with the sex until I was sure that he was the man I wanted to share my life with. He accepted and after a few months we had a great sex life.

We married, had two kids and bought a house in a nice area. We had many friends with kids the same age as ours and after I had gotten a full-time job at the county administration board. My husband's business grew. We had a good economy and a pleasant life. 

But I began to feel that something was missing in my life. At the beginning I didn't know exactly what, but after awhile I understood that I once again wanted to be seen as a desired and courted woman and not only as a mother and wife. Then when a new fellow worker, Anna, came to my job we began to find some pleasure in flirting with some of the males in the building. Especially a few years later when two new very handsome men, both department chiefs, came to the board and they began to take more and more time at our desk and have some polite small talk with us. 

Both of us found it exciting and we used to tell some jokes to each other about getting wet pussies after their flirting. Of course none of us had any intentions to go further with them. Then we noted that Roland began to concentrate his charm on me and Marcus on Anna. We had fun at that and joked about if they had used a coin or playing cards about us. 

I ought to have said no but did say yes when Roland invited me for lunch at an expensive restaurant in town. To my great pleasure he was very charming and behaved as a real gentleman so I accepted a lunch for the next week. Anna and Marcus had pleasant lunches together and we decided to join them at 'after work' ovn Friday. Both of us noted that our husbands didn't like it and not even we liked it because it was held in a crowded pub with high noise level. We decided don't go for the 'after work' again, at least not at that pub. 

Then my troubles really began. One day when Roland had invited me for lunch, somebody who obviously envied him for his friendship with me damaged his car door with a large 'Escort girl Service' sign, took a picture of me at the door and sent it to Roland's wife. That caused him problems at home and expenses for the car.

Anna and I felt sorry for Roland and said yes when he and Marcus suggested the four of us have dinner. We had to lie to our husbands and say we were going out for a 'girls night out,' which they accepted We had no ideas about what the boys had planned for the evening and we still don't know because unexpected things happened. 

When we met at the Greek restaurant, the boys greeted us with kisses. They choose a discrete table in a semi dark corner and we had a good time eating our starters while I had allowed Roland to put his hand under my hemline for caressing my tights during a short moment.

Then all hell broke loose when our husbands rushed into our table. My husband took pictures and accused Roland to have beaten his wife. Anna's husband held up cell-phones in the air, accusing Marcus of swindling tax money and hit him so hard in his face he had to stay away from the job for several days.

Outside the restaurant we met Marcus' wife, who shouted "damn whores" to Anna and me. My expected romantic evening turned to total fiasco. Toward all common sense my feelings for Roland got much stronger after all the problems we had. I no longer could deny myself that I was in love with him and I knew that I had to go the whole way and make love with him before I could be free from my feelings for him. 

Of course, I had no intentions on abandoning my husband or stop loving him. The love for my husband was much deeper and based in reality than my horny dreams about Roland. I knew I was totally mad, but I couldn't resist my feelings and said yes when Roland suggested me to spend Friday afternoon with him.

Even that Friday was a total fiasco. We went to the local Grand Hotel, booked a room and got a table for our lunch in their restaurant when two men in black suits came to our table and told me that they knew that I was an escort girl and the didn't wanted prostitutes operate in their hotel. We were asked to leave the place at once and to Roland's objections they simply told him that if he preferred police escort out of the place, they could fix that service. We left. 

Back in his car I began to cry hysterically and in my stupid mind I suggested he drive me home. Of course he followed me into the house where all hell broke loose again when my husband came home and threw Roland out of the house. Now even I began to understand that I was playing a silly game in which I had staked a happy marriage against sex with Roland. I didn't even know if he was good or totally worthless in bed but I didn't care because now I had to have him and the price didn't matter any longer. 

Of course, my husband accused me of having some kind of an affair with Roland or that he was my pimp in escort business. My husband had gotten the picture with me standing at Roland's painted car door. Though I had not been unfaithful, at least not yet, my marriage was in a deep crisis. 

Back at the job on Monday Anna told me that she and her husband had solved all problems in their marriage and she wasn't interested in Marcus anymore and suggested me to skip Roland because she knew for sure that he used to beat his women. Roland and I had quick lunch together on Tuesday when he told me how much he was in love with me and promised to marry me if my husband divorced me. 

I said that wasn't on my agenda for the time being but I accepted to tell my husband that I was going to an IT course on Thursday and Friday and at least have the chance to spend an undisturbed night with him. I was happy again for a while. 

My husband began immediately to accuse me of being Roland's whore when I told him about the IT course. He even knew that I had been thrown out of the Grand Hotel and accused me of being a prostitute. 

Then Lena-Marie, who had been a classmate of my husband's confused me on the job on Wednesday when she asked me, "Are we going to be neighbors?" 

"Do you intend to buy a house in my area?" 

She got a confused look in her face when she replied, "No, but Anders was looking for the apartment, which is for sale next to mine. He was very interested and promised to bid on it." 

"I'm sure he was there for business reasons," I reasoned.

"No, he told me it was for his own private use." 

I understood at that moment that I had lost control of my life and the price for my romance with Roland was becoming too high. But my pride didn't allow me to change my plans. Roland had told me that Anders would be begging me to take him back. 

Therefore, I decided to be nice to my husband Wednesday evening, give him a good fuck and promise a romantic dinner without children on Saturday. But nothing went my way. He told me that he had gotten evidence about Roland and Marcus. Whoever fucked their reception girl first, had her fuck the looser as compensation for his misfortune and let a pervert friend of theirs fuck her would get a Rolex for his efforts. Then he told me that our house was for sale and demanded my rings back. 

I was a total mess. I locked myself in the spare bedroom and rang Roland, who got me to believe him when he told me that everything my husband had told me about him was only imagination in his jealous brain. As he said, it was a common reaction when a man is losing something to his superior. 

I was foolish enough to believe him though I began to feel ill and have remorse for what I did to my kids and my marriage. I began to have slight doubts if Roland really was worth it. The next morning, after a sleepless night and a totally silent breakfast with Anders, who had stayed at home from work, I heard Roland's car stop on the street outside our house. 

I took my overnight bag and went out to him. He came out from the car, poked his finger against our house and asked me, "Is the damn wimp crying in there?" 

"No, he has already dumped me and doesn't care a shit about what I'm doing." 

"Let's see about that and give him a lesson." 

Roland began to kiss me and caress my breasts right there on the street. I tried to turn away from him and said, "Not now and not here." 

He gripped me hard and said, "You are mine bitch now and will do what I tell you to do." 

When I saw his face, I understood that Anders had been right the whole time. His eyes showed exactly the same madness as my Italian boyfriend had before he and his 'uncle' had brutally raped me and ended my modeling career there.

I shouted, now in fear, "No, I'm not yours and I won't go anywhere with you." 

He hit me hard in my face and said with a hissing voice, "Get in the car bitch."

I began screaming for help.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

ANDERS' STORY 

It wasn't any disadvantage for me if Roland thought that I was a crying wimp who saw my wife go to his car with a bag in her hand. Oscar had organized the tracking, which would be easier if Charlotte told him that I had 'thrown in the towel.' 

I wasn't at all surprised when Roland began to poke his finger at me. Not even when he began kissing her at the street for humiliating me. I noted that she didn't like it and tried to push him away from her but I was very surprised when he hit her. I thought it could happen but not so soon after he thought he had her under his control. 

I was already on my way out when Charlotte began screaming for help and within a few seconds Roland was lying on the street with a bleeding nose. I told him to piss off before I got really mad.

Charlotte was in a total mess and hysterically crying. I took her into the house and rang her parents, who came together with a retired doctor who was a friend of theirs. The doctor told me that she was in shock and gave her something, which calmed her down and put her to sleep. 

I told her parents what happened and the doctor advised me to be kind to her when she woke up because this present situation had a connection to a trauma she had in Italy. Then he left again together with her father. Her mother stayed at our house. 

While waiting for her parents I had rang Oscar and cancelled the operation. Even he had taken a day off from his work and told me that he had an important meeting during the afternoon. About four o'clock he came to my house with flowers for Charlotte and new information for me. 




To Be or Not to Be Unfaithful?



Anna had told Marcus' secretary that Roland had beaten Charlotte, who was in medical care and persuaded the secretary to give the recording to Oscar as evidence for the dirty games that took place on the board. 

The secretary had been in Marcus' office getting some orders. Because she knew that Marcus used to raise hell when she forgot something, she used to record his orders on her cell phone, which had such a function. To her surprise had a man with the name 'Henry Miller' came into the office together with Roland Malmén.

She was immediately told to leave the room and back at her own desk she noted that she had forgotten the phone at Marcus' desk. When HM and Roland had left she went back, got her orders and went back to her desk again.

At home, after work, she remembered that she had 

recorded HM's talk with Marcus and listened to it.

HM: "Hi old friend, rumors in the house are saying that you and Roland have made some kind of wager about fucking the two nice birds at the reception.

"

Marcus: "Never believe what you hear in this house." 

HM: "No, but the rumors even say that you are working only on the brunette and Roland only on the blond one. How come?" 

Roland: "Stupid rumors, indeed." 

HM: "Yes, and the loser is said to be offered to fuck the winner's prey as a compensation for his lost money. I have a fair suggestion to the both of you. The winner will get this rare Rolex, worth a month's salary if I get a night with the winner's girl. If you get her to fuck the loser, it must be a slight problem to get her to be a good girl even to me. Look at the rare unused Rolex, great."

Marcus: "Interesting suggestion you make there Roland." 

Roland: "Nice watch, indeed. Can't be any disadvantage to winning it. OK for me." 

Marcus: "It's a Deal!"

HM: "Ok we have a deal then and may the best man win." 

After a short conference we decided what to do. We sent a mail to the top four on the board and told them about the recording. In the mail we requested a meeting with our lawyer and us very soon. Otherwise, we were going to open this sad matter as a public case with the union and newspapers involved.

In no time, we had the meeting booked for the following Monday afternoon. Charlotte's mother stayed at our house and took care of the children and when they were out for shopping on Saturday, Charlotte confessed everything to me. 

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CHARLOTTE'S CONFESSION 

The background to my relationship with Roland began in Italy, where I lived the 'Dolce Vita,' surrounded by rich and experienced 'Latino lovers' who had no problem getting a young Nordic girl to believe that she was their dream girl. I fucked the right men and several of them even fixed me up with well-paid modeling jobs. I felt I was living in a paradise until I fell madly in love with one of them. 

After a while I understood that he was a genuine asshole but I was already in so serious love with him that he had me almost under his total control. I neither wanted nor dared to resist him. Not until one evening when he took me to a big nice house outside the city where a man in his sixties met us. My boyfriend introduced him as an uncle or something like that. 

After some wine the man gave my boyfriend a bundle of money and my boyfriend demanded me to strip, which I refused. He got totally angry and a strange expression came over his face with eyes. He began to beat me hard until I obeyed to strip and forced me to fuck the old man several times, which he did in a very cruel way. The next day I left Italy. 

Back home I had taken all possible tests for Aids and venereal diseases and it was one of my reasons why I had refused to fuck you during our first months together. The main reason was that I wanted to know for sure that I was OK. I fell so deeply in love with you and we had a good marriage. 

Nothing of what happened with Roland is your fault. However, although I knew I had a better marriage than most of my friends, I sometimes after a busy day at the job, would think about my glamour days in Italy. 

Then Roland came to my job and began to spice up my days with his pleasant chat and great lunches. He acted in many ways as my romantic Latino lovers from the past. In the beginning I had no intentions of cheating on you and Roland didn't try to persuade me to do anything I didn't want to do. I hardly noted all our small steps to a love affair. 

Then after all hell broke loose at the restaurant, I felt very sorry for Roland and decided to cheer him up at the Grand Hotel during that Friday afternoon. I had never promised anything more than to join him for lunch and have some necking in the room. 

I was really stupid to think that I would probably not go the whole way making love with him. I promised myself that if it went too far it would be my first and last cheating. Of course, I didn't know anything about how Roland intended to blackmail me to fuck Marcus and the damn pervert they used to call 'Miller.'

Instead, I got angry when you accused Roland of beating his wives and being a pimp. I accepted his suggestion to go away for a night at a hotel to at long last have a chance to be together without you turning it to crap. He promised me that you would accept the IT course as a reason for my trip. 

Then I got both afraid and angry when I heard that you intended to rent an apartment and put our house for sale. I planned to have a romantic Saturday evening with you to begin to get our relationship back to normal again, but you refused and accused me of whoring for Roland, which hurt me like hell. Then when you took my rings, I began to doubt if I really did the right things. 

Now I know that you were right the whole time about Roland. I can't understand how such a psychopath as my Italian boyfriend and Roland could get me in their webs and have such strong influences over me. I have been a shameless slut but I've been faithful to you and have never fucked anybody else but you after the evening we met at the dance hall.

Please forgive me and let me be your wife. 

EPILOG 

After her shopping Charlotte's mother took our children to her place. Charlotte and I had dinner, just the two of us on Saturday evening but far from the romantic dinner she had suggested earlier in the week. I agreed when she confessed to having acted as a slut. But as she said, she had never had sex with Roland. How could I dump her when she was in such a mess. 

I promised her to go on with our marriage, at least for a few months. I gave her rings back, which immediately saw her in slight better shape. 

The next week Oscar, our lawyer and I had a meeting with the top officials at the country administration board and our lawyer came on rather strong in the negotiation. He suggested highly that Roland find a new job.

Rolandd's wife divorced him. Marcus got a new, less paying job within the board. That 'Miller' character got fired because the Rolex was bought with money he had swindled from his job. Security guards will replace the reception desk girls. Anna and Charlotte were promised new jobs somewhere within the board. 

Oscar and I are still best friends. Of course, I have always understood that a new model in Italy can hardly live as a nun if she wants to have any jobs in that really hard competition. But I didn't care about what Charlotte did in Italy before she and I met and we never talk about that. We are still married and I have skipped all thoughts about divorce. One important difference too is that nowadays our sex life is much better. I really don't know why, probably because she wants to compensate me for what she did to me. However, I'm happy to have a wonderful loving wife again.