58 comments/ 125964 views/ 19 favorites Cheating Doesn't Pay By: Winterfrog Many thanks to snowbear for editing this story I have learned a hard lesson about how easy an average man's daily life can turn into a real mess. When the events in this story began a few years ago my family consisted of my wife Anne (age 38) me Larry Dragonhjelm (42) with our children Angelica (8) and Elliot (6). Though were not the very happiest family in our Scandinavian county capital we had managed to keep it together, probably because we regarded that as best for our children. Everything began when I met my old classmate from school, Tom Holmér on a Friday after work at the alcohol store. I hadn't seen him in a couple of years and as the store was rather crowded that day we had plenty of time for talking. To our surprise we found out that Tom's wife Cecilia was working at the same office where my wife Anne had been the last six months and he asked me, "I didn't see you at the our wives Christmas party but are you coming to their company's old owners' farewell party?" I told him, "I would like to come but I'm not invited." Tom looked surprised expression when he told me, "Of course you are invited and all spouses are invited. Why shouldn't you be?" "I'll ask Anne, you can be sure about that." "See you there, old mate." The reason for the big company party only two and half months after the Christmas party was that the old owners had sold their shares to a nationwide investment company and wanted to thank all their coworkers before the new owners took it over on the first of March. Of course I remembered the Christmas party. It was Anne's first Christmas party at that new job and she had told me that she was sorry for me but I wasn't invited. She had bought a new sexy dress for the party, been a very gorgeous woman when she went there; and she had come back home at four o'clock in the morning in very tipsy and messy condition. After some arguing I had told her that I believed what she had told me about the party and the nightcap afterwards at one of her friends place. She cried and promised me that nothing at all had happened between her and any man. Of course, I had my serious doubts about her story, but what could I do without any evidence? Back home from my shopping I immediately told Anne that, " I met my old friend Tom Holmér at the alcohol store and he told me that his wife works at the same company as you." Anne looked concerned as she replied, "What's her name?" "Cecilia Holmér, do you know her?" "No, I don't. Did he say that she knows me?" "No he didn't, but he told me that all spouses had been invited to your Christmas party. Who in the hell pretended to be your spouse at that damn party and where did you spend that night?" She was pale when she replied, "I have told you several times that I thought that spouses were not invited. I was new there and didn't understand the invitation." "So you are the only idiot at the company who can't understand a simple invitation, are you? I promise to trace that asshole who fucked you after the party and you can be sure that I'll make him regret his birth when I find him." She began to cry and sobbed, "I've told you many times that we were at least twelve - fifteen people at somebody's house. Only a few drinks and little dancing, no reason for you to be mad and jealous." There had been too many weak points in her story but I couldn't go any further without evidence, so I asked her, "Am I invited and booked to the next company party?" Once again I noted a strange expression in her face because she had not mentioned anything about that party to me. But now she knew that I knew that all spouses were invited and she replied, "Of course I have booked both of us for the party but forgot to tell you about that." I had serious doubts about Anne telling me the truth. No need to say that our marriage was down to a very chilly level. All thoughts about sex with Anne could only be regarded as wasted time. Then the mess got worse again at the next Friday after lunch when I had taken a few hours off my job for doing some errands. Anne usually left her job at one o'clock on Fridays, so both of us were at home when the phone rang. I took the call and could hear that the caller was sitting in a car with dance music from the radio in the background but he or she hung up without saying anything. Anne asked me, "Who was it?" I told her, "Your lover, but he hung up when he heard that I took the call." My reply was intended as an innocent joke, but I could not avoid seeing how she froze for a second before she began shouting, "You are totally weird. What the hell are you thinking about me?" "It was an innocent joke but now after your over reaction I don't know what to think. Was I right?" She calmed down and replied with soft voice, "No. You are not right and it was rather one of your jealous humiliations than a stupid joke. But I'm sorry for loosing my temper; I had a terrible day at the job today. That's not any excuse but I hope it can explain my bad temper." At the party evening Anne had chosen to wear a much less sexy dress than last time and was far from a jolly mood when we went there. The party was held at one of the best hotels in town where the dinner was served at several round tables instead of the usual long tables. We were five couples at our table and I got the impression that Anne knew all the other women. I couldn't help it but got a feeling that Anne regarded my presence as a pain in her ass that cancelled her plans for the expected good time for that very evening. After the meal, when we had got coffee and a glass of Cognac, Anne's boss came to our table for a little small talk. When he saw me next to Anne he said, "You must be Anne's husband. We missed you at the Christmas party. Sorry you couldn't come." I replied, "I wasn't invited to that party. At least that's what Anne told me." He looked at Anne and asked, "All spouses were invited, how could you miss that?" I told him, "She came home very late in a terrible mess so I'm sure she preferred some 'stand in' from the office instead of me." Some of the other couples couldn't resist laughing and Anne was red as a tomato in her face. Her boss obviously found the situation slightly unpleasant and said, "I don't know anything about that." Before he left our table I replied, "You ought to know, there are sluts in all offices." Anne began to cry and I'm sure that the other couples found the situation painful because all of them excused and left for the restrooms. Even I went to the restroom where I talked a few minutes with one of the other spouses who had been sitting at the same table as Anne and me. He told me that his wife and he had seated rather near to Anne at the Christmas party. She had spent the whole evening very close to one of her fellow workers. He remembered my wife because his wife had mentioned her noble and old fashion-sounding surname. I had never expected any such thing would happen to me but I know that many naïve men before me got to know the painful truth about a cheating wife by some kind of accident. It hit me like a hard punch in my belly. Of course, I had noted that the sparkles between me and my lovely wife Anne had been more rare recently. But such things as ups and downs happen in all marriages sooner or later so I had not worried much about that. I was sure that things would brighten up again soon. I didn't see Anne and one of her co-workers told me that she had left the party. Anne didn't reply on her cell phone and when the baby sitter didn't reply on our home phone, I understood that Anne was at home and had paid the babysitter off. I spent some time at the bar and to my great relief nobody mentioned Anne. Back home I found her sleeping in our bed. The next day was the worst day during our 11 years as a married couple. Anne shouted and screamed but refused to tell me where and with who she had been at the Christmas party night. At Monday morning Anne went to her job as usual and to her great relief nobody at her job cared to say anything about how I humiliated her during the dinner. Not even her boss, who obviously regarded it as her private problem. What the fellow workers said behind her back was a quite different matter. The next surprise came at bedtime that Friday evening when Anne initiated some great sex beginning with her giving me the best sucking in many years, taking it much deeper than ever before. Then she turned out to be very lively in several positions, which gave both of us a great satisfaction. It was an enormous difference from her usual lying as a log. Of course I suspected her new interest in sex with me to have some kind of connection with my new rude behavior and comments about a lover. Anne fell asleep immediately after our intensive sex but I had too many thoughts in my head for falling asleep. The main question was, Did Anne prefer me as a "cave man" rather than the "good guy" I was before? Nothing special happened during the next eight days and I got a sense that our marriage was slowly turning back to a better level again. Then everything collapsed like a house of cards one morning when I could see that Anne had dressed slightly better than usual and had her hair fixed. During our breakfast she told me that she had forgotten to tell me yesterday that she probably had to work some overtime that day because her boss had mentioned something about that yesterday. I didn't see any reason to keep quiet about what I thought, so I said, "Since when do you need to dress extra sexy for working overtime? Isn't it better to tell me the truth that you intend to go fucking your damn lover again?" That took her by surprise which was clearly visible in her face before she began shouting, "Have you gone completely mad again? You ought to get help about that paranoid behavior." "It is better we end this marriage so you can fuck your damn lover as much as you want without doing it behind my back. I'm probably mad but not so mad that I will remain married to a cheating slut. That's for sure." Anne began to cry and even our children began crying loudly. I began thinking, 'what have I done to my family?' I had started the most serious quarrel in our marriage without having the slightest evidence about Anne's cheating. The only thing I had was the strange feeling I had felt during my sleepless night. After crying for some time Anne sobbed to me, "Do you really want a divorce?" "Yes, I can't see any other solution if you intend to make crap of this marriage. It will be best for both of us to split up as soon as possible so we can go on with our lives. I'm fed up with being treated like a pile of shit. Believe me, I've had enough." Anne rushed back to our bedroom and I felt some remorse for accusing her of cheating though I didn't have the slightest piece of evidence about that. I understood that I had acted as a "cave man" and done everything totally wrong. Of course I ought to have done it the average way by collecting evidence and if I had been able to get that, then I could accuse her. When Anne was back to kitchen a few minutes later, she was dressed as usual for an average day. She didn't say anything to me and I didn't know what to say to her. I began to understand that only a miracle could save our marriage. If Anne was innocent, she could hardly take all the humiliation I had caused her during the last time. If she were guilty of having an affair, our marriage would be history as soon I found out any evidence about that. Back home at the evening she told me a story that she had told her boss that I had refused her to work overtime and he had accepted that because he knew me from the party. I ought to have called her boss but didn't do that. To my great pleasure I got unexpected help from the new owners who had taken over the company where Anne worked. Their IT experts had made a secret investigation of the use of computers at the office and found out the average time used for all kinds of private matters was as high as 52 minutes per day for each employee at the office. The worst one had been online sixteen hours during the week that was investigated. The next Monday morning the whole staff at her office had been called to a meeting where they had been told the new rules, which meant that all private use of the internet was forbidden and the saved time and a new organization even resulted in the four most recently hired people being let go. Anne kept her job but from now on she had to use the PC she and I shared at home for all her E-mail. The children had computers but not access to the net. I've always been interested in computer programs and got a feeling that from now on "we would be playing at my backyard". I was ready for that and had prepared the computer with a "mirror program", which saved a copy of everything, she did. One other program would get back everything she deleted. Within a couple of days she had activated a new free e-mail account to our computer for "happy_lass" besides her old Hotmail address which she used for innocent chat with some of her old friends who had left town. The new account got only a few messages. A few real mails were from some "happy_lad" plus the usual junk mail. " The only messages Anne sent the first week was completely innocent to "happy_lad" telling him about her new e-mail account and that she was available on line again. Even his first reply, which she had deleted, didn't say much, "Great to have my darling on line again." One thing was sure for me now, Anne was involved in something and I had good hopes of being able to collect useful information about what. Of course, They could use cell phones for their main connection, especially now when she was limited to only use the computer we had at home and she knew that I was rather keen with computers but I was sure that she would prefer E-mail for all longer messages. I decided that Anne would never get any 50% of our assets if she caused our divorce as a result of her cheating. I had worked hard to gain a fair standard for my family and no lover boy would ever get anything of that. Therefore, I began slowly working on the plan I had decided to use for saving my money. As the sole owner of our house I could take a big loan "for investments" without any need for Anne to sign the papers. To my great surprise the bank agreed to give me all I wanted. The next day I told Anne that I had to go to Italy for some final negotiations about purchasing a new machine for my job. She had no objections or questions because I had done such trips before. The next day I went to a local travel agency and bought a cheap airline ticket to Malaga in Spain and even had them to book a hotel room at the small British territory Gibraltar, a rock that controls the traffic between Atlantic Ocean and Mediterranean Sea. Gibraltar is the most famous 'money laundry' in Europe. I even had the travel agency book tickets from Gibraltar to London and from London back home. As expected, Anne didn't contact my job to find out that I had taken three days off. I left for the trip, took a local bus from Malaga to the Spanish border town La Linea and then to Gibraltar. But I didn't wash any money. The only thing I did there was a sightseeing trip on and in the famous rock. The next morning I took the first flight to London and then back home. During the trip I paid as much as possible with my private Master Card, which would make it easy to see my traces if somebody wanted to do that in the future. The only thing I could do for the time being was to check what she did on our computer. Not much of use. So far only one message from "happy-lad" who told her that he was sitting alone at a hotel room and wished that she had been there to comfort him. She didn't reply him via E-mail, so I checked her cell phone when she took a shower but all messages were deleted as usual. Then at last I got my Bingo. His next E-mail gave useful information. It read: "Hi Love, Sorry I was busy meeting important customers here in the north, a long way from you during those days your wimp was in Italy. I missed your hot lips and sweet pussy terribly every evening when I knew you were waiting for me. But I have good news for us. Wednesday next week I'll have the whole day off in town and the only thing booked so far is the dentist between 9.30 and about 10.30. The rest of the day is ours, just you and me for the whole day. Dear Anne please take that day off, at least from 11.00 and be with me? Fredrik." Now I knew his name and profession, which gave me a slight hope that she would use the E-mail for her reply. She did and wrote, "Dear Fredrik, Of course I'll take the day off after 11.00. May I suggest a romantic lunch at your place so people don't have to see us together in town when I'm off from my job. I'm sure that Larry still suspects something so our 'time-out' has been the right thing for us to do if we want to keep our love as a secret. However I can really agree that this one time breaking of our 'time-out " will be good. I can promise you that I've been thinking very often about you and I am looking forward to our great day. Love Anne." To my great pleasure I managed to find an apartment to rent and paid one year in advance just in case I would get into some kind of problems with the authorities during my divorce. A salesman "Fredrik something" living in our town wasn't a clue enough to find him. It was a too common name and profession though I suspected he worked for the same company as Anne. However I knew the date and time and if I didn't get any further clues, I had a slight chance to tail her to his place. Nowadays many people prefer to use cell phones for an increasing part of their communication with others. Obviously even Anne and her lover boy Fredrik did so because I wasn't able to find out any further information on our computer. The day before Anne's expected great fucking day I had everything ready for my actions. My own and our shared bank accounts were emptied and the money had disappeared on secret ways from the open market. A van with dark tinted glass was hired. To my surprise Anne acted just as usual in the morning on her "Great Wednesday". No sexy dressing and nothing special with her hair. No visible signs at all about her expecting to have a great day with the lover boy. I began to hope that she had cancelled the whole thing, However, I couldn't hide my stress and Anne had a worried look on her face when she asked me, "Are you alright? You don't look so well." What could I say? I replied, "I'm fine, just been thinking about some slight problems I have to fix today but everything is under control." "I was worried. You look so pale." "No need for that, I'm fine. By the way, it would great to have lunch together today so we can talk about some important matters." Once again she looked uncomfortable as she replied, "I would like it very much but I'm sorry I can't do that because I am already booked for an important lunch meeting at the job today. Tomorrow will be fine. " I looked her straight in her eyes and said, "I understand that you must attend to the important matters first." Now even Anne lost the color in her face. Hopefully she gave a second thought to what nasty thing she planned to do during the day. Of course I wasn't fine, far from that. The future of our family depended on what she intended to do during the next few hours. I feared that it was our last family breakfast together and our lunch would be cancelled forever. Anne left for her job and took Elliot with her to his pre-school. Angelica left for her school and I stayed at home for a while. Once again I had taken a day off from my job. At ten thirty I had the van strategically parked Outside Anne's job so I could see both her parked car and the personnel entrance. Thanks to the tinted dark glass nobody could see me sitting in a seat behind the driver seat. Cheating Doesn't Pay Five minutes after eleven o'clock she was out to the parking lot, went to her car, drove straight to a housing area just outside the town center and parked outside one entrance where she went in. I followed after her and could read on the information board inside that a Fredrik Albinson had an apartment on the second floor. I gave her five minutes before I rang her cell phone. She had seen on the caller id that it was I calling and replied, "Anne here, what's your problem Larry?" "You my love are my worst problem." She sounded surprised when she replied, "Me? Have you gone insane?" "No, my darling but I have found your lover boy is at home now and you are supposed to be there with him. I'm on my way to beat the crap out of him. Get dressed and move your ass out from his apartment before I get there." She sounded worried but said, "What are you dreaming about? Of course I'm at my job." "If you told me the truth it's very good for you, otherwise it will be very bad." I ended the call and now I was standing outside Fredrik's door with a sledgehammer in a black garbage bag. Just as I had expected, about one minute later a man in his mid thirties opened the door. I was ready with my right fist and hit him hard in his face. That took him by surprise and he fell back into his apartment again. A pale and shocked Anne was standing behind him. I told her, "Damn slut, get out of here. Now at once." Before she reacted in any way, I had pushed her out of the apartment and locked the door behind her. Now alone with Fredrik I attacked him with hard hits with both my fists until he fell down on the floor. Under different circumstances I'm sure that this younger man in good shape would have won over me but now he was taken by surprise, which together with my wrath for my lost marriage gave me such advantages that hitting and kicking the crap out of him was an easy match. When he was lying still on the floor, I took my sledgehammer and destroyed everything of value in his small, simply furnished one-room apartment. It was clear to me that this apartment wasn't his real home, so I took Fredrick's cell phone and some papers with his home address and personal information from his brief case. Anne was still standing outside the door, ringing the doorbell and screaming, "Don't kill him, don't kill him." I opened the door and dragged Anne back to the apartment again and told her, "Cheating bitch he is yours now, fuck him as much as you want. I don't care a shit about you two any longer." She got a shock again when she saw what I had done to Fredrick and his apartment. She began to sob, "Please let me explain, please listen to me Larry." I told her to "shut up" and went out to the van where I could read in Fredrick's papers that he was working as a salesman for the same company as Anne but living with his family near the national capital. That explained his small apartment in our town. Fredrick had destroyed my marriage as the Bible says "Eye for eye, tooth for tooth" I had only one thing to do. First I rang to Anne's parents and asked them to take care of our kids when after their school because I had to work overtime and Anne had got some personal problems. They promised to do that. Then I switched off my cell phone and went away for a two days leisure trip with the rented van. I regret to say that I can't tell you any thing about it in this story because I know that this forum has a large number of readers in Scandinavia, probably even those who are investigating my doings. Innocent people would get into trouble if I said something. Back in my hometown two days later I switched on the phone again and could read and listen to many messages from Anne. My only reply to her was a text message, "Anne, I have filed for divorce and that is my final decision about our marriage." After that I spent the rest of the day moving my clothes and other personal things from my house to my new apartment. I left copies of the divorce papers on the kitchen table. Anne and Fredrik's affair had obviously lasted several months. If it had only been a one time drunken fling after the Christmas party there had maybe been a slight chance to forgive them. Or if what I told her during our last family breakfast had got her to cancel her date with him it would have saved Fredrick from my severe beating. . The next day I went to my job as usual and was a bit surprised because Anne didn't call me. My only call regarding Fredrick came from the police. They wanted to talk with me and, as both they and I had a lot to do, we booked a time three weeks forward. After lunch I rang Anne's mother who told me that the children were at her place for a few days and that Anne had told her that she had no objections about the divorce. Three days later Anne rang and was totally mad about the fact that our net worth was down to zero. She screamed about getting me sued for that and for destroying Fredrick's home. I told her that lost money could be replaced but our lost love and crushed family was a much worse matter because it would never be replaced again. Anne wasn't satisfied with that reply. Three weeks later my lawyer and I went to the police and it ended up to be a polite small talk and the lawyer had no objections to anything said there. The police accused me of beating Fredrick so badly that he hadn't been able to work in two weeks and destroyed both his apartment and his house. I denied everything except to have used self defense when my wife's angry and desperate lover attacked me when I had interrupted their date. I got the impression that the policeman did his job but he did not put in any extra effort to nail me. Obviously he had no sympathy for a cheating wife and her lover. I didn't care very much because if I were found guilty and sentenced to pay Fredrick, it would not give him any money. The sentence would only be a document for his legal right to demand me to pay him. But if I didn't have any money it would be his problem, not anything the legal system would care about. To my great surprise Anne rang me and suggested a meeting about our children at a restaurant. I went there and we were able to keep the meeting with civil behavior. Anne surprised me with a confession about her affair with Fredrik, which had begun only a few weeks after she began her new job. During a reorganization of the sales department Anna had assisted Fredrik as secretary for him and there had almost immediately grown a tension between them. A lunch in his small apartment had ended up in his bed. They had continued with "quickies" now and then but the chances for that were rather few because Fredrick made only a few stops at the main office. When Fredrick's wife could not attend the Christmas party, he had seen it as a great opportunity to have almost the entire night together. Anne said the she had serious doubts but agreed to it after while, which she said, was the most stupid mistake in her whole life. Anne told me that though she had an affair with Fredrick, the family and I had always been her first choice. She had never reduced her love for me, not even when I had begun accusing her of cheating. Anne said that they had planned to end the affair the day that I had beaten the crap out of Fredrick. She had already planned how to reward me when she was a faithful wife again. She told me that as his wife had dumped Fredrick, they planned to be living together but she would immediately dump him if I promised to give her a new chance. I said, "Sorry, but it hurt too much." Then we agreed that she would have the main custody but the children would be free to see me as often they wanted. After some hesitation she asked me about the money and I noted tears in her eyes when I told her that I had lost everything in stupid speculations and that was her price for getting rid of me. I told her that I had paid a much higher price for our separation than she because loosing my family was a much higher price than some damn money. Once again she promised to get the family together again as soon as I accepter her apologies and took her back. She didn't look happy when I told her that I preferred a cheating wife as an ex-wife. Before we parted I warned her that hiring her lawyer to searching for the lost money would cost her a huge amount and wouldn't give her anything back. The next Monday morning at the job when my lovely secretary Sara came in I immediately noted that something was seriously wrong with her. She was wearing sunglasses and when she took them off I could see a real back eye at her left eye. The right eye was red as if she had cried a lot during the weekend. At first she refused to tell me anything, but after a few minutes she said, "I'm a single mom now." "What happened?" "Daniel and I have split up." I was taken by surprise because I had always regarded Sara and Daniel as the perfect couple. I asked, " How come? Why?" "Because to be hit once by the husband is a terrible experience that can be forgiven as a mistake but when it happens again the for second time it is a bad habit, too bad to be accepted or forgiven. A man who can hit his wife twice will continue to do that for less reason if she doesn't dump him. Daniel hit me for the second time and I will divorce him." "I've always regarded him as a good guy and thought you two were the perfect couple. Why has he turned into such lunatic?" "Because he is jealous. The first time he hit me was when I danced a hot tango with a nice South American guy at a wedding. He was a damn good dancer but it was only an innocent tango that turned Daniel so mad that he hit me. No other men had any objections or cared when that handsome guy danced with their spouses. I forgave Daniel after a while but told him that 'next time is the last time' and he promised that he would never do it again. But he did and we will be divorced." "Why did he hit you this time." "Because it is my fault that Anne and you have split up." I didn't understand any thing at all and asked her, "How can it be your fault that Anne fucked that damn Fredrick? That's far more than I can understand." "She did it because you and I had an affair." I was so surprised that I shouted, "You and I had what?" "An affair." "You and me having an affair? Why don't you tell me when and what we use to? How can I be involved in this affair and don't know anything?" "No you are not the only one, neither of us knew anything about that fucking though you and I ought to have been the first to." I could hardly believe that a good guy as Daniel had turned into such madman and caused his lovely beautiful wife to divorce him. Of course, I had admired Sara as long as I had known her but I had never harassed her with any sexy comments or suggestions, though I knew that I had preferred Sara before Anne if given the choice. What could I say? I asked her, "Why didn't he ask me? I have never cheated on Anne though I got many temptations during the years. Of course, I can't deny that I sometimes envied David for been married to the 'dream girl' but innocent dream and nasty action are two different matters. Where did he get such stupid and wrong rumors from and why did he believe that crap without trying to find out the truth?" "Some of David's friends had heard rumors and told him." "Rumors? Why didn't he ask you and me? How can he be so incredibly silly? That sounds insane." "He asked with his fist." "Incredible." She tried to laugh and asked, " Now when your dream girl is a single, your place or mine?" "Mine will be fine." "Deal" After one hour she quietly asked me, "Are you still serious about our date?" I gave her my best smile and replied, "I don't intend to run away because what you offered me today only happens once in the lifetime." "Are you sure that I offered you anything?" "No, and I don't demand anything but a date is a date." "Okay, a date will be a date." Though we joked about our new single lives, both of us knew that it was a day when our lives could change in many ways. The tension increased the whole time and she took the day off after lunch. After work I did some shopping before I went to my apartment and didn't expect her to come but at six o'clock she rang my doorbell with a small overnight bag in her hand. Sara said, "Just in case that you are serious about our date." "I am." It had been a terrible day for her with a meeting with her lawyer. I suggested that she rest while I fixed dinner. After the dinner I comforted her while we were sitting in the sofa and talking about our crushed marriages. She asked me several times if I would take Anne back and I told her every time that it was out of question. We went to bed early but I didn't make any attempts about sex during that evening. To my surprise she slept well and felt slightly better in the morning. The next weekend we rented a mini bus and on Saturday we went to the nearest zoo together with her two children and my two children. To our great pleasure everything went much better than we had expected. Now we knew that we could move together as a family. At Sunday evening when Sara had left her kids at her parent's home and I left mine with Anne we had a romantic dinner at one of the best restaurants in town. Back at my apartment we began an intensive kissing as soon as we had closed the door. Then we undressed each other as fast as we could before we fell to the bed. Sara's husband had never licked her nor wanted nor allowed her to suck his cock. Within a few minutes we were involved in a hot 69, which was a new and obviously very pleasant experience for her. As she didn't make any attempts to stop it and we let it go the whole way. I licked her to a very intensive orgasm and she didn't let me withdraw when it was time for me. To my surprise she swallowed the whole load. After some resting we continued with tender lovemaking in different positions. During some small talk she explained that David and she had seen a hot porn video at a party and she had been curious about trying 69 but David had refused. Sara told me she was happy because our first sex had been good , very good indeed. It was real love, tender but intensive. Both of us were satisfied, especially me because Sara was much better than Anne had been during our last months together. Anne's lawyer had found out about my Gibraltar trip and tried to use it against me during the divorce proceedings. I got a lot of questions about that trip but as I told the same simple truth every time and nobody could find anything against me though Anne's lawyer had spent much time during his investigations about my lost money. The divorce ended just as expected, Anne got 50% of nothing and a huge debt to her lawyer. During a meeting with Anne about our children I told her that she had ought to listen to me when I warned her about law sharks and she replied with tears in her eyes, "How could you take all our money? How could you do that to me?" I asked her, "How could you cuckold me? How could you do that to me?" Her reply surprised me, "Because I was an idiot and that was the worst mistake I ever made in my whole life." "Does Fredrick know that you regret your affair with him?" "He regrets his part in this mess. Even he has paid a very high price for our affair." "But you must be very happy now when you have got the man you love? Please remember that I gave you a fair choice during our last breakfast as a family and you preferred going to Fredrick instead of having lunch with me." "That was the worst mistake in my life. I lost the man I love but though Fredrick and I are the losers in this mess, we are making the best of the situation. Are you happy?" I replied, "Yes, I'm very happy with Sarah but it wasn't either her or my choice to be divorced. Both she and I had preferred to have our children grow up in a home with both parents. We are happy to have each other and we will be doing our best to fix it." Anne and Fredrick bought my old house for a high price. In fact they took over all loans, which gave them much higher monthly expense than Anne and I had during our time there. Sara's husband bought her out from their house for a fair price and she invested that money in a new house, where she and I moved in. The police didn't ask me any further questions about the damages in Fredrick's house in the capital area. Such matters are probably not any big things there and during that time the police were short handed and had difficulties in their co-operation between different counties and it didn't work well. I heard rumors that the house had been some kind of sole property for Fredrick's wife and she had even taken the main part of the insurance money. However, I was sentenced to two months in a "white collar jail" and to pay Fredrick compensation for the beating and for the damages in his small apartment in our town. I never paid him anything and do not have any intentions to pay him either. Of course, I have promised to pay him as soon as I get some money, but as long as I don't have any money, the authorities can't do anything to help him collect anything from me. Sara and I quit our old jobs, which nowadays are done by Sara's new consulting company where I work part time. I am driving a company car and living as a lodger in her house. It is a good solution for both of us. Anne has not given up her searching after my lost money. One evening she invited Sara to a pub to talk about the children and, after several drinks, she began asking Sara about the money. But Sara could only tell her the truth - that she neither knew about any money nor gave a shit about any damn money because I myself was the best bargain she ever got in her whole life. Sara and I have always worked well together and now we have even created a very good family relation with much fun together and very good sex. My children like Sara and her children like me. Things went fine until even I heard the rumors about David bragging in town about winning Sara back to him. I knew that he had been having weekly meetings with some kind of an expensive "shrink" and had bragged that he was cured from his previous problems. I didn't say anything about it to Sara because I decided to let her make her own decision in this matter. Sara's exs could not accept that she had dumped their son and made several serious attempts to get her back to David. They used to call her at least once a week and had promised her a lot of benefits such as a new car or an expensive holiday trip to South Africa for her and David if she took him back. One evening Sara had a worried look on her face when she told me that she was invited to David's younger sister's wedding. She told me, "I would like to go but if you have any objections I'll stay at home." "Why should I have any objections?" "Because I'm afraid that David's parents will be working hard at getting David and me together again. And a romantic event like a wedding will be a great opportunity for them to do their best to persuade me to do that so I ought to stay away from that wedding. But his sister and I were really close and therefore I would like to go if it is okay for you." The only ting I could do was to say, "You are a big girl and if you want to go you go." "It would be fun to see her on her great day because I suspect that there are problems in their relation and this wedding is their last straw to save it. So are you really sure that you don't have any objections?" "No, I can't see any reason to have any objections." "One good reason could be that I suspect there will be some drinking and I'll have to stay overnight. Aren't you worried about that?" "No, why should I? As I told you before, you are a big girl who can take care of yourself." Cheating Doesn't Pay "I love you so much." "I love you." David's hometown was about 60 kilometers from ours and Sara left early on Saturday and was expected back some time on Sunday. I hadn't asked her about any details because it was up to her to decide what she wanted to do. We decided to minimize the phone calls to only one when she told me that she had arrived there without any problems and I wished her to have fun at the wedding. She gave me a hug and kiss before she left. Of course that Saturday was an important day for me and I had feared it much more than I wanted to show for Sara. Everything could happen during her trip and I knew that Sara would be under heavy pressure from David, his parents and friends. I had told Sara that she was a big girl who could take care of herself and nothing had got me to think anything else. Anne had my kids so I spent most of the day working and went out for a dinner and some beer with some acquaintances at a pub but didn't stay long. I had bought a comedy on DVD, which I saw before I went to bed. To my great surprise Sara was back home already at ten o'clock on Sunday morning and gave me a warm hug and told me follow her to the bedroom for further hugging before she stripped me and began an intensive sucking of my now stone hard cock. Then she stripped herself, fell on her back on the bed, dragged me on her and whispered in my ear, "Oh I love you so much. Make love to me!" I did and she screamed out loud and wriggled forth and back when she got her orgasm. I followed her a few seconds later. Afterwards she asked me, "Did I shock you by coming home horny as hell?" "You rather gave me a very pleasant surprise." "I love you so much for trusting me and letting me go to the wedding though you ought to known that there would be serious efforts and temptations to get me to take David back." "I knew that but I was sure you could handle it." "Yes I did." Then she told me that as there were several relatives sleeping overnight in David's parents house, so they had planned to have David and her sharing a small room with only one bed when they went to bed after the party. It was the bride who had given Sara such inside information, though Sara herself had expected something like that and had booked a room at a hotel. She had left the party when she felt that the boozed suggestions about taking David back had become too common to be funny. She had skipped the Sunday dinner with David's family and left the hotel after her early breakfast. One thing was for sure; Sara and I had a very good relation. Last week when Anne and I met at a Café to plan the next months for our kids I got the impression that she looked more unhappy than usual and when I asked if Fredrick and she had problems she said, "Yes we have and I wouldn't hesitate a second to say 'yes' if you asked me to come back to you." I wasn't surprised because the kids had told me some stories about Anne and Fredrick's disagreements. I asked her, "He cheated his wife and I'm sure you weren't his only cheat during that time. Is he cheating even you nowadays?" She began to cry and sobbed, "Yes, I think so."