74 comments/ 231079 views/ 27 favorites Faith, Hope, Charity, and Cheating By: Winterfrog Many thanks to -slither for editing this story. * My marriage was a real mistake. In fact, it was the worst mistake of my life. The main problem wasn't my wife; she was OK in many ways. My problem was her mother, a real dragon who hated me more than anything else and never missed an opportunity to be nasty to me. Of course, I wasn't a genuine good guy, far from it. But I wasn't a really bad guy either.Every human being has both good and bad sides. Nobody is perfect. I had never pretended to be a saint and, to tell you the truth, I have been involved in a few less than honorable matters, but I've never spent time in jail for anything. It was a very close call once, but my friend Niclas, who went to law school at the time, saved me. Niclas and I have been friends since school. He is a small guy with thick glasses, and he always preferred reading books rather than joining the rest of us in teasing the girls. When a couple of the boys in school chose him to be the victim of their mobbing, I felt sorry for him and told everybody that I would beat the crap out of anyone who dared to offend Niclas. Two of the boys did, and I kept my word. Today, as I begin writing this story, I am 32 years old, self-employed rock driller, which means I'm drilling holes about 100 meters deep for thermal heating tubes, and I'm making good money doing it. I've been married to Lisette for almost six years, and we have a son, who was born only five months after our wedding. We have a nice house in a small Scandinavian town and we could be your average family. But we are not because of her mother, the "dragon," who hates me so much for getting her daughter pregnant while she had a boyfriend chosen by her mother. I must say that I've lost many battles, but I hope to be the winner in the last round. The whole mess began on Midsummer Eve some six years ago. The midsummer night is the shortest night of the year, and has been celebrated as a holy night here in Scandinavia since ancient times when the Vikings ruled this land. It is a romantic night with midnight sun in the north and a only a few hours of mild twilight in the south. Wild partying everywhere. At the time I was engaged to a lovely girl by the name of Lottie, and we were planning to move in together on the first of August, when I had been promised a three-room apartment in exchange for the two rooms I currently had. But now Lottie and I had been arguing about her going to a cousin's wedding on Midsummer Eve. I wasn't invited together with her, which was a serious breach of etiquette, because engaged couples are regarded as equal to married ones, and should always be invited together. I was sure that no other engaged people were invited as singles. Lottie also understood that it was a humiliation of me due to my old reputation as a "bad boy." I had never done anything wrong neither to my girlfriend nor to her cousin, whom I had never even met. Lottie agreed that I was right, but she refused to choose me for that great evening, and would not stay home from the wedding. If the damn wedding had been any other weekend, I would have been glad to stay away, and even if I had been invited, I'd have done my best to find an excuse for not going. I didn't blame the cousin; it was up to her to chose her guests and skip people she didn't like. I blamed Lottie for accepting such a humiliating invitation on midsummer, the most important day of the year. We got into arguing and when she left my apartment in anger in the morning of Midsummer Eve, our engagement was terminated. I told her that if her damn cousin was more important than her boyfriend, then she could stay there forever, because I didn't want her back. An hour later I regretted losing her and called her cell phone several times during the day, but it was switched off. Lottie and I were also invited to a big party at a friend's cottage. I went there alone and I had a good time as a new single. At the party I danced several times with a rather nice girl, Lisette, who was there with her wimpy fiancé, who had problems handling the booze. I didn't know her very well at that time, but found her rather attractive. When her boyfriend had had too much to drink, I offered to help her dump him in the backseat of his car. Lisette and I went back to the party for a while, and then took a walk in the romantic twilight to a nearby lake. We went out on the small pier, sat down and began heavy necking. I think she was impressed with my old and incorrect reputation as a "bad boy." Nobody can explain why, usually, pretty women are attracted to bad boys. Obviously, it has always been this way, because there is an old saying, "It is the naughty boys that sleep with the beautiful girls." I felt her nipples harden and her pussy moisten, as I tenderly caressed her most private parts. I succeeded in convincing her that she was the prettiest girl I had ever met, and she had every right in the world to love, and to be loved by, a real man during such a holy night as the midsummer. This was exactly how I felt at that very moment. Neither of us was very drunk, and afterwards she never accused me of using any tricks to get her on her back. She was simply in love with me, and had no objections as we went to the guestroom, which was booked by her and her boyfriend for the night. She wore a happy smile on her face when I slowly, kissing her everywhere, undressed her, and gave her pussy its first licking ever. After a while, it was she who asked me to "make real love to her." I slowly and carefully spread her legs, got in position to penetrate her, and discovered, to my great surprise, that she was a virgin. My first and only cherry, a real trophy, I thought at the time. She did not bleed very much, and only felt a slight sting of pain in her pussy during my first penetration, and she told me that it had felt good for her. After some further kissing and hugging, she allowed me to fuck her twice more during that holy night. I wore no protection but promised her "to be very careful" and, of course, did my very best to be just that. Then we fell asleep, and didn't wake up until the next morning, when her boyfriend was yelling like a lunatic when he found Lisette and me naked in bed. Lisette's boyfriend threw his engagement ring at her, which obviously meant he dumped her at once. When my own, now ex, girlfriend Lottie came back from the wedding, she rang me and told me she regretted the whole trip, and I had been right about her being the only guest invited without his or her significant other, which had made her very humiliated and spoiled the whole wedding for her. She had tried to call me several times during Midsummer Eve to ask me to forgive her, which I could see later on when I checked the incoming messages on my cell phone. She begged me to see her and talk about our situation, which I agreed to do. But then, when she called me again an hour later after she had found out about me fucking Lisette, she was totally mad and shouted that she was glad our engagement was history. I didn't care at first, but called her several times about two weeks later when I expected her to have calmed down. I received the same reply every time, and was suggested to take a hike to a hot place. I even called Lisette a few times, but she refused to see me, and I had almost forgotten all about her, when she rang my doorbell two months later. She had a worried expression on her face, and wanted talk to me. I asked her to come in. She went straight down to business, "I'm pregnant, and you are the father." Then she started crying. We talked for several hours, and she told me that I was the first, and only, man who ever had had sexual intercourse with her. She intended to keep the baby, and asked me if I was man enough to share the consequences of what we did. What could I say? Even I understood that two parents were the best for a child, and agreed to give our relation a fair try. Lisette was a handsome, pretty and mild mannered girl with a reputation as a "family girl." Not as cute as Lottie, but not a bad choice for a wife. We decided to get married as soon as possible. Of course, love is an important part of a marriage, and neither of us could deny that there was some kind of hot love during our holy night. Both of us believed that it would grow between us again when we had a baby. Lisette spent the night with me and we made love, which meant that I fucked her twice, very tenderly. She told me that she was very happy. I had made my decision, and it was my intention to do the best of it. The next day we went together to her parents to give them the news. It was both the first and the last time I visited her parents' home. Her mother made my visit into a real hullabaloo. Instead of trying to make the best of the circumstances, she started yelling at me, calling me "a damn hooligan who had soiled her innocent daughter." She threatened to sue me, and promised to punish me in every way possible. Her father was obviously a poor wimp who let the "dragon spit her fire" without saying a word about the matter. Not the best in- laws in town. Her parents were the second generation of owners of the family's print shop with her mother as the feared boss. At one time, their business had been the leading printer in the whole region, but was now going downhill. The European Union, with, at the time, fifteen countries, as a domestic market meant hard competition with a lot of new printing capacity available for low prices for the most important customers. And new countries, such as Poland and Hungary, with good printing capacity were close to getting their membership in the EU, and were therefore already successfully doing business with the old members. Lisette's family had made good profits during the good old times, but had not invested much in the latest equipment and was loosing customers, which had gotten them into red figures. I was unemployed at that time, and Lisette's mother saw her chance to get me under her control, and demanded I begin working at the print shop for a lousy pay. I refused, and preferred to live on my unemployment insurance, which gave me more money than what she offered. As I had unlimited spare time, I even did some well paid extra work for a rock driller. Lisette's mother began our vendetta by complaining to the unemployment benefit funds that I had refused to accept an offered job, which was against the rules. She had nothing for that. Then she had a lawyer write a premarital settlement in which I had no rights to anything if things got bad between Lisette and me, which was her mother's goal. I had Niclas rewrite it to be more fair, and Lisette signed without mentioning this to her mother. Two months later, Lisette and I were married at the town hall. It was a simple ceremony with only two witnesses, Niclas and Lisette's best friend. Five months later we had a nice baby boy. Our relationship had slowly grown into something which could be regarded as real love, and the next two and a half years were the happiest, very happy indeed, of our marriage. A few months after our marriage I got the opportunity to buy the rock drilling business on fair terms. The owner had joined a beginners' course in square dancing and met a lovely woman there. She was a doctor with only a temporary job at the local hospital, and when she was offered a very well paid job in northern Norway, she proposed to the driller, who said yes and sold his business to me. As both the doctor and the driller signed a personal guarantee for me, I had no problems getting the bank to loan me the necessary money. Then, when our boy was two and a half years old and we got him into daycare, the problems began to appear. Lisette started working at the print shop again, and as she was expected to be the next owner and boss, her nasty mother's influence grew. During the good times, Lisette's greedy mother had bought stocks for a large amount and trusted her broker because her stocks had increased during the time when almost everything went up. But then, when times got harder, her broker did a lousy job, which caused her heavy losses before she managed to stop it. At the same time, I received some inside information from Niclas, who was now a lawyer, about an unexpected big boom in a company, bought stocks and made great profit on that opportunity. I could not resist the temptation to punish Lisette's mother, which was why I bragged to Lisette that thanks to a new computer analysis program, I had done a really great profit, and there was more to come. I told her to go out to our garage for a surprise. It was an almost new Toyota Yaris I had bought at a bargain price for Lisette to use as her "shopping car." Of course, she told her mother, who envied me and told Lisette to find out about my next purchase. I asked Niclas to find some real "junk stocks," and made a very complex looking nonsense program in Excel, which showed a very good expected profit for MEGA X stocks. I'm sure Lisette had been into my laptop and told her mother, who then made a big investment just before the "junk stocks" began to sink like a stone. One evening Lisette asked me, "Have you lost any money on MEGA X stocks?" "No, I bought some when they were low and sold out everything when they were on top. Good for us. Why do you ask?" "I've heard rumors that some people have lost a lot of money on them." "Gambling on the stock market is always a risky business." I had won an important battle against her mother, but she suspected my bad advice were made on purpose, and therefore there was a rumour in town that she intended to increase her efforts to cause problems for me. Not much to worry about, because she had done her best the whole time. She made a bet to her friends that she was going to persuade her daughter to get me cuckolded, divorced and stripped of my belongings before our boy began school. Therefore, she always invited single, young sons of their business friends' and acquaintances' to her parties, hoping that one of them would seduce Lisette. Many of them were well educated, well mannered and some of them even experienced pussy hounds. Of course, sooner or later, one of them would get into her panties. She had a boyfriend when I did, and why should she be different now? Especially after a long time brainwashing to dump me from her mother. Her mother probably still thought Lisette would get the most of my belongings to invest in the print shop when I dumped her after getting more humiliation than I could take. Hate, revenge, and money were strong reasons for her mother's dirty game against me. I told Lisette that I knew about the bet, and if her mother succeeded in finding a gigolo who got her laid, she would be thrown out immediately. Lisette got mad and shouted, "What the hell do you think of me? Don't you think I know about that damn bet and would get mad as hell if anybody tried anything?" "Good decision. Keep it, and we won't have any reasons to further talk about that matter" When Lisette started working full time, our family life began to slowly sink down to new lows. I wanted us to have another child, but Lisette refused. Our sex life, which had been on a good, sometimes on a very good, level while she stayed at home with the kid, became only routine. At first, I didn't complain much, because Lisette worked hard to get the printing business to survive, which her mother, with her old time manners, could not stop from losing customers. My business flowered so well that I suggested Lisette to come work for me instead of her mother, which she refused. With increasing prices for oil, a thermal heating system was a very good investment, which meant very good business for me. Though I had much to do, I did my best to help Lisette as much as possible at home. Our marriage wasn't on top, but it was still on acceptable levels for a long time during the years after she went back to work. We still had our good moments now and then. I really did my best in my efforts to persuade her to quit her now very lousy paid job and be free of her mother's bad influence. But things went in the opposite direction. Lisette began to take the kid with her, and spent more weekends at her parents' summerhouse than at home. After a while, I had had enough, and we had our first real fight. She understood that her mother had pushed her too far and agreed to spend more time at home. But it was an empty, soon forgotten, promise. Only three months after our serious quarrel, she was back to her bad habit again, which also meant that our social life with our friends decreased to a minimum. Of course, I wasn't more stupid than that I understood that her mother now, after several years of fruitless attempts, had finally succeeded in getting us to drift apart. Our son had told me about some "Tommy kissing mom" when they came home after the last weekend at her mothers place. This was not a surprise, such things were expected to happen sooner or later, and now I knew for sure that the shit had hit the fan. I realized that our marriage was close to being history, despite all my efforts to be a good husband. Of course, I was saddened by my failure, but to my great surprise, a feeling of great relief began to grow stronger. I could look forward to a future without a nasty mother doing her best to mess up my life. During the last years, Lisette had always, to my increasing disappointment, chosen to be on her mother's side, so I didn't care if she chose her mother in her final decision too. However, I thought it was my duty to give her a last, fair chance to be a good wife again, and save the marriage if she was interested in doing that. She got her chance the following Friday. In the evening, Lisette, as usual, told me that she was sorry but she had to go to see her mother on Saturday morning, and would be back sometime on Sunday, which probably meant in the evening. I decided that it was now high time to let her make the final choice. To be honest, I didn't care very much what she did any longer, but I felt sorry for our son and decided to suggest her to change her plans for the weekend, and save our marriage, so I replied, "Please don't go. You were there the last weekend. Why can't you stay at home so our family can do something together? We could invite some friends and have a barbecue. It's been a long time since we did something like that." She looked surprised and replied, "I've promised mother to be there and help her with her visiting friends." "Her visiting friends? Why are they so much more important to you than our own friends? Or do you mean one special male friend? Who is this damn Tommy who seems to spend the weekends with you? Will he be there?" She got a surprised and scared look in her eyes for a second when I mentioned Tommy. Then she replied, "He is an old friend of our family's and helps mother, and sometimes me too, to understand some EU rules. He is not my friend, so I don't know if mother have invited him." "How old is he?" "I think he is thirty." "And a good looking single guy, I presume?" "No, he is married but his wife is on a three month temporary job for the United Nations' administration in Kosovo. That's why he is free to help mother on weekends." Her explanation about the help with complicated rules in the European Union sounded reasonable, but why would a man of that age want to spend the weekends with such a greedy old dragon? "And what is your relation with this Tommy? You seem to prefer to spend weekends with him rather than with your husband." Once again I noted a split second of fear in her eyes before she replied, "Strictly business, of course. What the hell do you think of me?" "I don't know any longer. You cheated on your boyfriend when you and I met. Who says you won't cheat again?" "Don't insult me. That was different. I was young and fell in love with you and you ought to know that I still love you." Faith, Hope, Charity, and Cheating "You say so, but let's make it clear where we stand today. Nowadays, you've got very strange ways of showing what you call love. Not much to brag about, indeed. Our marriage is a travesty of a real marriage, our so-called sex-life is almost non-existant. You prefer to abandon your husband and spend your weekends with this Tommy boy, who obviously is starving for some pussy when his wife is away. Neither I nor anybody else who is equipped with some common sense can believe that it is your nasty old mother's pussy he is yearning for. But you, Lisette, is a very handsome young woman and it can't be totally wrong to presume that it is your pussy which is his first, probably only, goal and reason to be at your damn summerhouse. However, you keep saying that you love me, but I can't understand how the hell you can think that I would believe such mumbo jumbo after what you are doing to me. I'm totally fed up with your damn mother and her nasty tricks on our family, and ready to offer you fair terms for a divorce so you'll be free to do what you want with your dear Tommy boy." She had not expected any suggestion of divorce and her face took on an ash gray color when she shouted, "Divorce? Are you serious? You can't demand divorce because I want to see my mother. Are you mad? That is no reason for divorce." "No it isn't, but I can't see any serious reason for you to see her from morning to evening seven days a week, every week. If your own family still means something to you, please skip Tommy and stay home this weekend so we can talk about our problems and try to find a solution before it is too late. Please do that if you still love me as you are saying." "Of course I love you, but I've promised mother to go and I have to go. I'm sorry that I can't stay with you but please be patient with me and I promise you'll be well rewarded. Have you forgotten that next Friday is Midsummer Eve and we'll be together the whole day? And we'll spend a whole week together 24 hour a day at a summerhouse in July." "What a mark of favor. At the end of next month I'll get a whole week together with my lovely, beloved wife. What a gift from heaven. And may I guess that your favors to me on Midsummer Eve are caused by such circumstances as Tommy being somewhere else during the holidays? Maybe he is going to be together with his wife during the holiday and won't have time for you? Poor you. Or do you still remember that I dumped Lottie because she abandoned me on a Midsummer Eve?" Now she sobbed, "You are not funny. You are pathetic." "Do you think it is funny to be married to you? I must say that you have a strange way of showing your love. OK, Lisette I know I can't stop you from going to see that pussy hound because he is more important to you than your family, but you have to take the kid with you, because I'm going to do service on the drilling equipment tomorrow, and can't take care of him at the same time." Now she was really mad and shouted, "You are accusing me of cheating, treating me as a slut. Mother is right, you are a real bastard." Then she began crying loudly. I put a full stop at this point and understood that there was something going on between her and that Tommy, but didn't give a shit about it anymore. Not much was left of our marriage, probably nothing at all. However, I had made one last attempt at saving it. The only reason I hadn't dumped her at once and told her that she should stay away from our home forever, was that I would get much better terms for the divorce if I caught her cheating. I couldn't see any reasons for further arguing with Lisette, and felt that it would be an advantage to stay away from home for an hour or two. I felt I needed a large whisky, and as I never liked drinking alone, I went to my favorite pub, which had to be one of the best decisions I ever made in my life. After a dram at the bar, I noted that Mona, a friend of my ex girlfriend Lottie's, was sitting in a booth with her husband. I went over to them and asked her if she knew how life was going for Lottie nowadays. She replied, "Didn't you know she is back in town? She's been divorced from Sven and bought a small house here, and moved in about two weeks ago. She's been asking questions about you. Why don't you call her and talk directly to her instead of through me?" Mona gave me Lottie's phone number and I decided to call her at once. Of course, she might ask me to take a hike and stay where I got. But, I thought, who dares wins. So I called her and she answered, "Lottie." "Hi, I'm Michael, an old ex boyfriend if you remember me? Mona told me you're back in town and I just wanted to say welcome back." Now was the critical moment. How would she take my call? To my great pleasure she sounded glad to hear from me, and we had a long and pleasant talk. She even accepted my invitation to lunch on Saturday. Afterwards, I was in a good mood, and spent the rest of the evening with Mona and her husband. To my great relief, Lisette pretended to be sleeping when I got home and I slept when she left for her mother's on Saturday morning. I did some service on my drilling equipment in the morning, and at one o'clock I stood waiting for Lottie outside the restaurant I had suggested for our lunch. I can't deny that I had almost the same feelings I had on my first date with her almost eight years ago. When I had waited fifteen minutes and still no Lottie, I began to doubt if she would come at all. But then she came. She was still a very handsome woman, and now even in some way more ladylike than when I saw her several years ago. She had her little daughter Jennifer with her. When she gave me a hug, I immediately got a strong desire for her. She noted it and was almost frightened, but calmed down when I didn't do any further attempts to be anything other than a friend. We had a very a pleasant lunch, and decided to take a walk in the nearby park afterwards. During the walk she suddenly asked me, "What was your real reason for wanting to see me again?" "Faith, hope and charity." She got a confused expression on her face before she asked me, "Is it OK for you if I tell you something I have wanted to say for many years?" I said, "OK, go on." She told me, "I've done three big mistakes in my life. Going to that damn wedding was my first big mistake. You were right, I was humiliated as hell when the hosts tried to get me and the groom's asshole brother do things together all the time. When the groom asked me if I had feelings for his brother I got mad and asked him to go to hell and take his brother with him. Then I left the party. I didn't invite them to Sven's and mine wedding, which made them very mad. I thought you would forgive me and take me back when I came home, but then Lisette's boyfriend called and told me you had taken Lisette's cherry, which she had saved for their wedding night. I was still in love with you, and got mad and made my second big mistake when I refused to talk to you when you phoned me. I got together with Sven only to punish you, and intended to dump him and take you back. But then Lisette had gotten pregnant and that made a mess of everything. I admired you for taking care of her, but cried many nights for being so stupid that I lost you. Then I married Sven, which was my third big mistake. If I hadn't been such a stupid idiot, you and I could have been married instead." I replied, "I did a serious mistake too when I seduced Lisette that Midsummer Eve. Of course, you and I had split up so I was free to do what I wanted, but I ought to have used my common sense and tried to get you back before I went further. Believe me, I have really regretted it many times. But it is never too late to give it a try again, or is it?" She was completely surprised, "What did you say?" "Lisette and I have problems, serious problems indeed. I know she is cheating on me, but I don't have any evidence yet. Yesterday evening, before I went to the pub and met Mona, I asked her to stay home this weekend instead of going to see her mother and her lover but she chose to go. I decided that we are 'finito.' I'm going to divorce her as soon as I get the evidence I need, or, if I don't succeed in getting it, I'll go for it within a month anyway." "Oh my God! I thought you two were happy." "We have been very happy. You know the old saying "if you don't get the girl you love, love the girl you get?" It worked well for us. After a while I loved her very much. Real true love indeed, but it is over now. How about you? Are you dating somebody?" She looked me straight in the eye and said, "Yes, I've met a handsome man on the net but we haven't met in real life yet. We'll have our first date as a lunch tomorrow." "So I'm too late to get a date? However, I would like to apply for being some kind of substitute for that lucky guy. Just in case he isn't your dream prince. What do you say?" She kept her eyes on mine and remained silent for few seconds before she replied, "Isn't this date a real date for you?" I could only reply, "Seeing you today is the best thing I've done for a long time, but I'm selfish enough to want to see more of you, perhaps even as something more than a friend." She shook her head, "No, I don't think it is a good solution to have you as some kind of substitute, not at all." Then when she noted the big disappointment in my eyes she continued, "You are my first choice, and if you are serious and promise to be honest with me, I won't need any substitutes, and I'll cancel my date." "It is my lucky day today. Please remember that I never cheated on you when we were engaged. You had dumped me and I was single when I met Lisette. I will not cheat on her before we are parting. But you and I have kids of almost the same age and we can begin as friends. That is, if you want to. I have rented a nice summerhouse by the coast for the third week of July and I can promise you that Lisette and I have gone our separate ways before then." Lottie invited me to dinner at her home during the evening and we began to make some plans for the next weeks. Jennifer and I were already good friends and she had no bad feelings because of her mother having a boyfriend. I spent the night in Lottie's spare room and we made a trip to the coast on Sunday. Lisette came home late Sunday evening and we didn't say much before we went to sleep. The next week was also quiet between us. Obviously, she was in a very bad mood after I had suggested divorce. Neither of us made any attempts to initiate sex. The next Friday was Midsummer Eve. Lottie and Jennifer spent it with Lottie's parents. Lisette and I were invited to spend the evening at a neighbor's house, where several families with children of different ages were gathered. Most of the afternoon was spent playing with the children. Then, in the evening, we adults had some funny games and danced, but I hardly spoke with Lisette and didn't dance a single dance with her. She usually pretended to be a good, loving wife when we were out but now neither she nor I cared that everybody could see the chilly feelings between us. On Midsummer Day she went to see her mother but didn't stay over night, maybe because Tommy wasn't there. Lottie had invited me to her parents' home and I spent a few hours there. They wished Lottie and me good luck in our new relation. The week after midsummer came and went with chilly feelings between Lisette and me. We were polite and correct to each others, but neither of us showed the slightest trace of love. Of course, sex was out of the question. Lisette expected to get it from Tommy ,and I was looking forward to get all I wanted from Lottie. The following weekend Lisette and our son went with her parents on a three day coach tour to Legoland, a famous amusement park for children, and thereafter she was going to her annual two day visit to her cousin. I was happy to get four nights at Lottie's house. Of course, both Lottie and I wanted to have sex but just in case Lisette intended to fight the divorce, it would be an advantage to have been the faithful party, and therefore we agreed to wait. Lottie, her girl and I had a pleasant time together while Lisette was away. Lottie and I found out that we still liked each other's company very much. Real love indeed. Both Lisette and I were usually very busy at our jobs during the summer and therefore we had decided to have only two holiday weeks each and only one, the last of them, together in the summerhouse I had rented at the coast. Instead of the usual summer holidays we intended go to Thailand for two weeks in November. These plans were made before Tommy jumped into her life, but under present circumstances I no longer had any intentions of going anywhere with Lisette. Instead, I had promised Lottie to dump Lisette before that week and she had agreed to spend it in the summerhouse with me and I intended to keep my promise. I think Lisette finally understood that she had caused much more serious problems in our marriage than she had intended to, and began her attempts at pretending to be a good wife again. To my great surprise she called me all four evenings she was away, and told me how much she missed me. She had never called me before during all those weekends she spent at her parents' place. Each time she called me, I wanted to talk to my son. During their second day at the Legoland trip I asked him several short, simple questions, all of which he answered "yes." One of those questions was "Is Tommy with you?" And the answer was "yes." I don't think any of the adults noticed that. My guess at the reason for her calls was that she had a bad conscience about taking Tommy with her and when they got back home, I got further evidence from my boy when they made a one night stop at home between their two trips. He asked me if it was true that nasty wolves could come into our house and eat him. I asked him, "Who told you a such nasty story?" "Grandma." "Why did grandma tell you such a nasty lie? What had you done to her?" "Nothing yet, but we have a secret and if I tell you about it, the wolves would come and eat me." I tried a trick and told him, "What secret? That Tommy was with you and mom is not any real secret. Your mom told me that she and Tommy shared one room and you and grandma slept in the another room." "You knew my secret." "Yes I did, but a secret is a secret. There are no wolves, of course there isn't. But promise me not to tell mom that we have been talking about your secret." Lisette had let the damn dragon threaten my boy. She had to pay for it. My next step was to call Niclas and tell him about my problems and cancel my visit. Then I spoke with Lottie and my friend Dan who agreed to help me. Fucking a married woman in her marital bed is usually an extra kick for a pussy hound, giving him a feeling of begin superior to the cuckolded husband. I expected that Tommy could not resist the temptation of such great pleasure when I was away on my holiday trip, and therefore I had bugged our bedroom with an expensive small wireless TV camera with a receiver connected to a video with extra long-playing tape hidden in the garage. The camera was connected to a motion sensor and would work even in almost complete darkness. I had tested it several times with good results so it was ready. In my drilling company's Nissan King Cab I stored new locks to the house, and cardboard boxes to pack Lisette's clothes and belongings in when it was time for her to move out of my house. After two painful days at home, with Lisette now pretending to be a caring wife, I packed clothes for me and our boy for a holiday-week and on Saturday morning we left as planned. Lisette told me she was very sorry that she had to stay at home and work that week and she would miss us very much. I avoided kissing her goodbye but promised to call her at least once a day. She even stood on the driveway waving at us when we left. I felt sorry because the woman I have loved so much had turned into such a false slut. But instead of driving to Niclas' summerhouse, I went to Lottie's garage where I hid my car. Niclas and his wife were informed of my problems and had agreed to pretend that I was there but out at the moment if Lisette called them. At six o'clock in the evening, Lottie took a drive past my house but didn't see anything unusual there. She took a new tour at eight o'clock and when she got back, she told me that this time she had seen a silver metallic Volvo XC90 in my driveway. It is common for people to visit friends and relatives during the summer, so no neighbor would care about a strange car on somebody's driveway during that time. I took a tour in Lottie's car at eleven and the Volvo was still there. At one o'clock I went there on Lottie's bicycle, sneaked into my garage and switched the monitor on. Bingo, exactly what I wanted to see. A naked Lisette and a naked man coming out of the bathroom, obviously after a shower together. Now that I knew I had all the evidence I needed for a divorce on my terms, I began to feel slightly better in this mad situation. Lisette was not stupid, far from it. Therefore, I was a bit surprised about how clumsy she had been with her cheating. It was just as if she wanted to get caught, and made it easy for me to catch her. First taking Tommy with her on the holiday trip, and then letting her nasty mother threaten our son with wolves. Who knows, maybe she wanted to be dumped so Tommy had to take care of her? However, I had to wait until they were sleeping before I could go on with my plan and watched them on the monitor. They lay down naked on the bed and Lisette told him, "Let's get some sleep so we are in good shape for the 'Grand Finale Good Bye Fuck' of our love story tomorrow morning." He replied, "I'll miss you so much that every weekend without you will be a terrible pain. Even when my wife is at home. Why can't we see each other at least once a month in the future?" "Because my marriage is in a much worse crisis than I had ever expected. Michael is still so mad about my weekends with you that he didn't even bother to kiss me goodbye when he left for a week. I made a terrible mistake by not staying at home that damn weekend when he begged me to do that. My marriage has been in a total mess since then. You are a great lover, but I want to have a good life with my husband again." "Too late for that, damn slut" I told myself before Tommy replied. "No need to regret anything that weekend. I gave you a good time and you must agree that once a month in the future would give us something to look forward to." Now she sounded a bit irritated and no doubt she had started to feel some remorse when she replied, "No Tommy, when you have left after breakfast our wonderful love story is history and I'm turned into a good faithful loving wife who does everything, I mean everything, to win her husband's love back again. But why think about that now? I'm still only yours until then. Be a good boy and don't waste a single minute of our good time. " I could not hear his reply but obviously he wasn't able to give her any further fucking without resting a few hours and after a while they were both asleep. I pushed a button on my cell phone. My friend Dan woke up after a few signals and I told him, "I've got bingo. Are you ready for some action?" He promised to be there within fifteen minutes. I could have taken care of a Tommy in my bed by myself. The main reason I wanted my friend to be present was that he would be able to testify that I didn't use any violence against neither Tommy nor Lisette. If I had gone in there alone, I'm sure her mother would have gotten some lawyer to invent a nasty story and sue me for rudeness. Another good reason was that Dan owned a very good video camera, and was keen on using it. He was often hired to tape weddings, and I wanted some close-ups, which I did not get from my own camera. Faith, Hope, Charity, and Cheating Dan arrived as promised. We had a short briefing about how to do it, and then we sneaked into my house. The master bedroom door was closed. I opened it a few centimeters so I could see them both sleeping under a blanket, very close to each other. When Dan had his camera equipment ready, he nodded and I said, "Let's do it." I opened the door; Dan switched on the bright battery operated halogen light and began taping. I went to the bed, pulled away the blanket without waking them and let Dan have at least five seconds on tape before I shouted, "What the hell is this?" They woke up in total surprise. It took several seconds for them to understand what was going on and until their eyes got used to the sharp light. Then Lisette recognized me and started screaming, "No, no, no, no." I took over the camera and told Dan to take the naked Tommy out of my house. Dan took a firm grip of Tommy's hair and dragged him out of the bed and out of the bedroom. There was some noise and shouting out there, but I was in the bedroom and couldn't see what happened. Dan came back after a while, searching for Tommy's keys. He found them in his pants, and went out and threw them out to the driveway. Then we heard him drive away. Naked. In the meantime, Lisette had stopped screaming and begun crying. I think she understood her game was over, because she made no stupid attempts to try to explain what had happened. I told her, "You have terminated our marriage. Get dressed and get out of my house. You don't have the car any longer, so Dan will call a taxi for you. There will be new locks on the doors tomorrow. I'll pack your belongings in cardboard boxes and you can pick them up tomorrow afternoon." She began shouting at me, "You can't do that. You have no right to do such nasty things to your wife. I will never accept that." "I don't give cat shit for what you do or don't accept. Please read our premarital settlement. You have a copy of it in your private bank safe. You're out of this house" "Please don't do this to me. Please calm down and let us talk." "Of course we can talk tomorrow. Be here at four o'clock tomorrow afternoon to pick up your things and dividing everything we own together. Come alone, remember that your parents are not permitted to put their crappy feet on my property." The taxi arrived and had to wait ten minutes for her before she was ready to go. Dan went home to sleep and I phoned Lottie and told her that I had found Lisette and a man by the name of Tommy naked in the marital bed, which meant that my marriage was over, but I wanted to stay in the house until I had changed the locks. I already had the new locks stored in my King Cab. Once again I had won a battle but could only feel sadness for the crashed marriage and for how it ended. I couldn't sleep, so I went to the garage and took the videocassette, put it in the video, rewound it, and pushed the button. It began with Lissette, dressed to kill in a black top, short black skirt, her hair well done, giggling and leading Tommy into our bedroom. She was sexier than I had seen her in years, and it was obvious that it was a great evening for her. In the bedroom she could not resist bragging about how much we had paid for our new marital bed, and told him to be careful and don't make a mess in it. He silenced her with a long deep intensive kiss and took off her top and a black-laced bra I had never seen before. He kissed her nipples before she went down on her knees and unbelted his trousers, let them fall down to his ankles followed by his boxers. Then, without any hesitation she took his hard tool deep in her mouth. She had never sucked me in such manner. He was still wearing his white shirt and tie when he lifted her up to the bed and unbuttoned and took off her skirt. To my great surprise she was wearing sexy black stay-up stockings instead of pantyhose. When I had suggested her to wear something like that, she had accused me of being a pervert whore admirer for making her such shameful suggestions. Obviously, Tommy was getting better favors from her than I ever had. Then, she raised her ass so he could pull down her black sexy panties. Without taking off her stockings and high heels, he spread her legs, kissed her pussy several times and without taking off his shirt and tie he climbed up between her legs, penetrated her and began an intensive fucking, just like a rabbit, for no more than a minute before he screamed and let his load go in her. She cleaned him with a towel before she asked him to take off his tie and shirt. Thereafter she had him lie on his back and sucked him hard again. He took her from behind, doggy style, with much slower thrusts this time. After a while he put his right index finger in her anus. Once again I was surprised, because she had never allowed me to touch her there. It took some time before he succeeded in fucking her to orgasm and soon afterwards he was also there. Then he told her, "Next time will be the great one I've been dreaming about for weeks." She replied, "I hope it is worth the wait because, like I told you before, I have only promised you to do it once and then never again." "Promise that you'll never let your husband enter that highway of pleasures and to let that be my private part of your lovely body." "Of course I will. You will be the first, last and only man ever allowed do that. Nobody will ever be allowed there again. Not my husband and not even you." Then she sent him to the bathroom to wash his cock before she sucked him hard again and rolled a condom on it. Then she gave him something before she lied down on her belly with her legs spread and said to him, "My last cherry is your pleasure, my love." She had given him some kind of lubricant because he poured something in his hand and began to massage her anus and put his fingers into it before he slowly began to penetrate her with his now stone-hard cock. She screamed for a while and then began sobbing, obviously from pain rather than pleasure, which must have given him some extra kicks because he got totally wild and fucked her with intensive hard thrusts until he collapsed on top of my now crying wife. None of them said a word for long time until she said, "We have to shower." And he replied, "Together." Then the screen was empty for a long time until it showed what I had already seen during the night and thereafter when Dan and I got into the room and their awakening. I was still too upset to sleep so I began removing Lisette's clothes from the wardrobes and drawers and store them in the living room. At nine o'clock in the morning Lottie and the kids came to my house with breakfast in a basket. When I searched Tommy's wallet I found a phone number to his wife in Kosovo, called her and told her that I had found Tommy and my wife naked in my bed and had video taped him taking her cherry ass. She got totally mad, but asked me to send pictures to her E-mail, which I promised to do, and did after I had edited a copy of the video to show Lisette if she had any objections to my conditions. I changed locks, packed Lisette's belongings in good order and wrote the contents on the outside of every box. I felt no need for revenge by soiling or destroying anything of hers. Then I took my chainsaw and cut our almost new and very expensive marital bed to small pieces, which I then threw in a pile by the driveway. Lottie and the kids had even brought me a lunch, which gave me a break from the job. Then, at four o'clock, a pale Lisette arrived alone in the printing company's old Ford Transit. She stared for a long time at the pile, which had been our expensive bed, before she came in. I had coffee ready in the living room and asked her to sit down. She accepted, sat down and began sobbing and gave me a long litany about how much she still loved me, and how sorry she was that she had done a terrible mistake and would never do that again if I could only forgive her. She promised to work less at the printing company, spend all weekends with her family, never go to a party or dinner at her mother's place without me and she wanted us to have one more child. I replied her, "Three weeks ago you could saved our marriage with those promises but today, after what you have done since then, it is too late. I'm sorry Lisette but there is no future for us any longer." She began her litany again. I let her go on and when she had finished I asked her, "You must have regarded me as a complete idiot if you thought I swallowed your lies about that Tommy, a thirty year old pussy hound who spent his weekends as company to such a disgusting old bitch as your mother. Even If I had been thinking with my ass instead of my head, I ought to have understood that there was a much younger and prettier pussy, that wanted to be seduced by him." She didn't say anything and I continued. "You are a very handsome woman Lisette so I can't blame him. But I blame you for being such a damn cheap slut that you let him terminate our marriage and make our child very unhappy. Why Lisette? Why? Was I so bad a husband that you had to fuck that damn asshole? You were neither my first nor my best choice but I married you when you needed me and even fell in love with you Lisette. I have been a faithful husband to you until this very moment." She sobbed, "It's not your fault. I never stopped loving you. You are my only real love, but I know you have slept with many other women and I had not experienced any man other than you. I'm sorry and really regret that I could not resist the temptation to do that, only with one other man, and I can promise you that I have no need to do that again." I replied, "However, now that you have what you wanted, I hope you are happy. At least your damn mother must be very happy. She has gotten what she wanted during all our time together. Please make her even happier by telling her that I don't care a shit about what you did, because your cheating got me free to marry a woman who really loves me. Didn't you understand that you terminated our marriage that Friday before midsummer when I begged you to spend the weekend with your family, but you preferred to go and fuck that Tommy at your mother's place? Did you really think that I would accept being a damn cuckold? The only reason I didn't kick you out of my house right then was that I wanted to get evidence of your cheating so I could get rid of you without having to pay you anything at all. Please remember that I even offered you divorce on fair terms, but to my surprise you refused. A clever woman like you ought to have understood that I will never accept to be a poor cuckolded husband to a cheating slut- wife." "I didn't want a divorce then and I don't want it now because I love you. Of course I understood that the kid had told you about Tommy and you suspected something. But I never thought you would get any evidence. I regretted the affair and have promised myself that Tommy was my both first and last cheating but decided to fulfill it as Tommy and I had planned. The night with him in our house would be the 'grand finale,' the very last with him, and my last cheating ever. To be honest, I was glad it was over and I can't deny that your behavior after that Friday made me worried about the problems I had caused to our marriage. I began to fear the worst when you treated me like air and refused to have sex with me. Therefore I wanted to be a good wife again and do my best to win your love again and really spoil you during our week in the summerhouse and do my best to get pregnant as soon as possible, and give you the child you wanted so much. I've even been looking for a new job. I'm afraid it is too late now. " I replied, "Right you are. The Friday before midsummer was your last chance. You didn't care about me then and now after what happened last night there is only one possible solution to our problems." I gave her the divorce papers and told her, "Please sign these so we can do it the easy way." "What do you mean?" "Whatever you prefer, the easy way or the hard way, everything will be on the conditions in our premarital settlement. You have a copy in your private bank deposit box. You get everything that belongs to you and I'll take what is mine, which means almost everything expect your clothes. I want custody of our son but you can see him frequently when you have a place of your own. But I will not allow you to take him to the dragon's nest where you are living now." She was very pale when she asked, "Do you mean that I don't have the right to get anything of what we own?" "Right. The house, the cars, my stocks and bank accounts and the drilling company are my private property. Please remember that it was your mother who demanded that we should get the premarital settlement. I have worked hard and been well paid. I have paid for everything here, and your dear mother have only paid you pocket money, hardly enough to buy you clothes. I've hired professional help to investigate the printing business and found out what you already must know. It will be bankrupt before the end of the year. Your mother owes you a lot of money. You have to claim what she owes you before her business files for bankruptcy, otherwise the bank takes everything. If you agree to co-operate in our divorce, I can pay for a lawyer to help you get your money. Your mother is going to lose them regardless. Therefore it is better for both her and you that you get them. Your mother may regard this solution as a kick in her ass, but my main reason for helping you in this matter is that with that money you can afford to get a decent apartment where you can take our son when it is your turn to have him. I'm thinking of our kid and you are still his mother, even after what you have done to him and me." Now she began her litany about how sorry she was and how much she regretted everything she had done. I interrupted her by saying, "Please remember how I begged you to stop it and stay home one weekend with me but you preferred going to fuck Tommy instead of staying home with your family. You made your choice then and now I've made mine." Her next effort was to try and tell me that Tommy had never fucked her, they had only done some almost innocent necking. I pushed the button on the remote control, the video player turned on and our home movie screen began to show selected nasty parts of the videotape with her sucking and licking Tommy's cock and then the ass fucking. Lisette screamed hysterically, "Stop it, Stop it Stop it." I pushed the stop button and told her, "Sorry Lisette, That's too much for the damn husband to take. Why Lisette? Why did you do that to me? Why didn't you just tell me you wanted a divorce and you'd have gotten much better terms than you'll get now? Why humiliate me with that asshole?" She understood that the game was over and began to sob. I continued, "Done is done and can never be undone, but we can do our best to find a reasonable solution. But if the damn dragon you call mother tries to play any further tricks on me or tries put her ugly nose in this matter, this video will be on the Internet so the whole town can see what a disgusting slut my ex- wife has been. Do you understand?" Now she was frightened and shouted, "You can't do that. What will I do? I have nothing left and even my job is going to hell." "May I suggest you be a good girl and choose the easy way for our divorce? Just accept the terms in our premarital settlement and my conditions without any objections. I promise to help you get your remaining salary. Please remember that you still have your big love Tommy. He can take care of you like I did when you had cheated on your previous boyfriend." "He can't. He's married." "Not for much longer. His wife wasn't very happy when I spoke with her this morning, and she was rather angry, indeed, at noon when she had seen some pictures and clips from my video, which I e-mailed to her. She promised to dump him. Good news for you Lisette! Tommy is yours from now on, only yours." "Oh my God, you must be mad! How could you destroy their marriage?" "Not difficult at all. I found her phone number in his wallet, which he left here last night. Did you already forget that the damn asshole fucked my wife in my marital bed and destroyed my marriage?" Lottie had told me that she didn't want anything from my house and the only thing I wanted was everything in my home office and my expensive music and home movie set plus all of the art with some value. We decided to meet next Saturday to divide all our family photos and videos. I let Lisette take everything she wanted. She never mentioned anything about the almost new and very expensive marital bed she'd seen cut to pieces and brought to pile next to the driveway. She promised to pick up her things as soon as she got an apartment of her own and I intended to give away the remaining things to the Salvation Army, which had a second hand store in town. Lisette looked glad that I made it easy for her to furnish her apartment and told me that she was very short on money nowadays and after some thinking she agreed that getting her remaining salary was an acceptable matter. Lisette choose "the easy way," signed the divorce papers and I helped her load her belongings into her van. When Lisette had left my house I went straight over to Lottie who had a romantic dinner ready for us. Then, when the kids were sleeping, we went to her bedroom, where she had made the bed with new sheets. We hugged and kissed for a long time before we slowly began to undress each other. Both of us wanted to do so much that the only possible description of what happened there in her bedroom at that very moment must be "true love," which is a higher level of what is usually called sex, or fucking. We had waited such a long time for a chance to do that and now when we got it, we did it well. It was a great night, indeed. Things went well for us and these days it is a pleasure to come home after work to a house filled with joy and laughter. And we are a family which does funny things together during the weekends. Lottie and I expected it would take some time before we got the kids to accept the new situation and were very happy when the kids almost at once got used to the new "spare parent" and each other's company and played well together. The card was Dan's suggestion. I accepted and he had his mother buy a nice greeting card on which she wrote in her nicest handwriting: "Dear friends, I must salute you for winning the bet. You did what must be every parent's dream when you persuaded your only daughter to dump her good loving husband to become a fuck slut for a cheating married man. She must be very grateful to you for the rest of her life. Yours truly faithful friend." I mailed it to Lisette's father, who, as the rumors in town later told, had objected to have Tommy at their place every weekend to seduce Lisette, but been overruled by his wife. He'd felt both sadness and anger while Lisette was crying for hours after I had dumped her. The card was the last straw on the poor camel's back and at last he understood that if he had acted as a man he ought to have put a stop to his wife's madness. He regretted having been such a coward and being turned into a laughingstock among his acquaintances. After a few drinks he had summoned guts enough to give his humble opinion to his wife. Their arguing ended up in a real fight, which sent her to the hospital for a week and him spending a night at the police station. The day before she was released from hospital he had packed his suitcases and left their home. As they had no underage children, their divorce was final within three months. After Lisette had chosen the easy way for our divorce and accepted all of my conditions with no objections, she didn't bother to get a lawyer of her own and the divorce went through as expected. I got custody of our child but promised Lisette not to cause any problems for her and she could see the child as much as she wanted, up to 182 days a year when she had her own place. But I didn't allow her to take the child to her mother's house or summerhouse. Faith, Hope, Charity, and Cheating Lisette had no objections to that because she had gotten on bad terms with her mother and quit her job at the printing business. Her mother had gotten furious when Lisette had claimed her remaining salary, refused to pay her anything and went totally mad when Lisette sued her. Lisette won the case and the enforcement service succeeded in getting her money two weeks before the printing company went bankrupt. The bank had objections but Niclas had fixed her a good lawyer who persuaded the bank to withdraw their claims. Tommy's visit to my house to celebrate his romance with Lisette lasted only a short, intensive and, at the beginning of it, pleasant time which soon turned into a terrible nightmare for him. After I had found him in my bed and he went away naked from my house in his Volvo, he was caught by the traffic police who had a control for drunk drivers on their way home from parties. Lisette and he had celebrated the happy ending to their love story with a good dinner with my best Rioja wine and Cognac. He was taken, naked, to the police station for a blood sample. One of Lisette's friends told me later that she had heard rumors that he got heavy fines and lost his driver's license for two years. His wife did what she had promised. She came home, dumped him and filed for divorce. Nowadays she works for the UN in Geneva, Switzerland, where she lives together with an Italian colleague whom she met during her UN job in Kosovo. Tommy tried to solve his personal problems with "Dr. Booze" which forced him to take a timeout from his job. A good fuck doesn't always lead to good luck. He never met Lisette again and refused to take any of her many calls during her desperate efforts to talk with him. Before he got into her panties, he had made her promises about taking care of her if she got problems in her marriage. Now she found out the cruel truth: That all his talk had been only mumbo jumbo and she had been naïve enough to believe everything he told her. And she had finally realized what a tragic character he really was and gave up on her efforts and hopes of a happy future with him. The extra money from the printing business gave her a chance to buy an apartment in a nice area and she had no problems finding a new job. Though we are co-operating very well over the kid, we never talk about anything personal. Lisette is a very handsome woman and not a bad choice now that she is free of her mother's influence, so I'm a bit confused about why she is not dating yet. Lottie and I married immediately after my divorce was final. We sold both our old houses and bought one together. She is pregnant now and I think that these days we are a pretty average family of our time with three kids, all of them with a different pair of parents. We don't care about that because we are a happy family.