25 comments/ 58263 views/ 4 favorites Delaware Ch. 01 By: Winterfrog Many thanks to techsan for editing this story. Most people in our small Scandinavian town knows me by my nickname, "The Moose" from my rally racing days when I missed a bend and hit a moose. Even my profession as advertising salesman at the local newspaper is well known. Some people even know my real name, Fredrick Ohlson, and that my lovely wife is Emma, nurse at the local hospital. I was 43, Emma was 39 and our son Emil was 12 when this story about Delaware began. It probably created more gossip in one year than we had during the last 100 years in our small sleepy garrison town. Working at the local newspaper and meeting many important people every day, I found that I got to know so much of the events that I decided to spend some time collecting further information and write this story when things had calmed down. Important things began to happen when our small Scandinavian town got four new very important residents. Rolf Ericsson had bought the old "Colonel's Manor" just outside the town and intended to settle down there with his wife and two youngest children as soon as the main building was restored. Rolf Ericsson was a well-known character, 55 years old and recently got lot of space in the tabloid papers after having been fired from a large industry with a huge severance grant, which he could add to all his earlier commissions, bonuses, inside information stock business profits and savings from his fat salaries. He would be the wealthiest man in town. His reason for the purchase was that the investment company, which owned and misused the property, had been in such desperate need for cash that the price Rolf was offered to buy it was very attractive though it was still sky high. Yet it was a real bargain compared to what he got and purchasing such a property was the best investment he could make to reduce his taxes. One other reason was that it was a great place with a large forest with a good supply of moose and roe deer for hunting, a lake with a good supply of fish and crawfish. The main building was from 1648, built by a colonel from the local infantry regiment when he came back home as a very wealthy man from the Thirty Year War between Protestants and Catholics on the European continent. It was a large, very beautiful building, but in acute need of a very expensive restoration, so Rolf was the right man in the right place in the opinion of most local politicians. The average man in town meant that only a robber could afford to take over what another robber built several hundred years ago. Immediately after the purchase, Rolf contacted all kinds of necessary professional people for the restoring and spared neither money nor any efforts to get the building and the garden in perfect shape. Of course, he even succeeded in getting the manor approved as an important historic building and got a lot of the restoration expenses sponsored by the County Administration Board and the EU. But nobody could deny that his money did a very good job. His wife, Charlotte, a very charming and beautiful 40 years old ex-actor became very popular in the town in no time. She was Rolf's third wife and had ended her own career after giving birth to their two children. It was she who found out that a slope, which remained from an ancient Greek theatre, could be a perfect site for an outdoor play during some warm summer evenings. She was used to getting what she wanted and soon she had found a retired school teacher who was hired to find out if there was something in the history of the "Colonel's Mansion" which could been used as an idea for her outdoor theater play. Rolf was for it at once. Not for the history but for the expected possibilities of being surrounded by and what he would do with those handsome women involved in that play. The teacher didn't need to do much before he found out that the "Colonel's Mansion" had been involved in the history of Delaware, today known as the first state to join the U.S. but during the Colonel's days it was our colony in America until the Dutch took it from us and lost it to England, which lost it to the colonists who founded their own state. Many different flags had waived over that piece of land, originally inhabited by the peaceful Lenni Lenape Indians. However, nobody can deny that our Delaware governor, Johan Prinz, had been the biggest governor both in the history of that state and even all other states in the U.S. because who else can beat his weight of almost 400 pounds. The Colonel's connection to Delaware took place in 1652 when his youngest son was lieutenant of the local infantry regiment. Obviously he was a spoiled brat, who after several minor scandals had been found in a bed together with a newlywed middle-aged major's young beautiful bride. As both of them had been naked, no explanations were accepted. The Major, a scared veteran from many hard battles during the war, immediately challenged the young lieutenant to a duel with pistols. The old Colonel had no doubts about the only possible result of such a duel and had used all his influence and connections to bribe the Major, who after some hard negotiations had agreed to skip the duel after getting a promotion to Lieutenant Colonel, a fair amount of money and the young Lieutenant given a transfer to our garrison in Delaware with the next ship, which was expected to depart within two months. Delaware was chosen because it was the site of our most distant garrison available. It was, in fact, not much more than a hamlet for the fur trade with a few hundred colonists and a small garrison of only 24 men. Not much for representing a great nation but as the colony caused more expenses than profit, why it wasn't regarded to be in need of any real military protection. During the time until departure, the Lieutenant was commanded to enlist four men and take them with him as replacements for deceased and deserted men. It was a real "mission impossible" during those days when the male population already had paid a high price during thirty years of war. Though the war on the continent was over, enlistment for duty in the new possessions beyond the Baltic Sea was still feared more than the pest, because bad food, diseases and hard labor building fortifications had an almost equal effect. The young Lieutenant had his problems about two hundred years before the main emigration to America, because Delaware for most people was an unknown place a long way from home. Notes in the old journals said that only one man in the town had ever been in there, a heavy drinking ex-sailor whose stories from his trips to the far away countries could be heard at his favorite tavern if somebody bought him drinks. Though his experiences of Delaware were limited to taverns near the harbor, he had good stories about dangerous huge bears, long poisonous rattling snakes and fierce red-skinned native giants. The dangers used to be magnified with each drink. His stories were hardly of any help for the poor Lieutenant. However the teacher found out that the Lieutenant succeeded in getting his four men, went to America, married a rich Dutch man's daughter, left the army and never came back to the old country. However Charlotte understood that the amorous Lieutenant and his fear for the far away Delaware was a real bingo for an outdoors comedy play. She hired a well-known author who succeeded in writing a sheer farce with a good mix of little facts and much fiction about the Lieutenant, the Major's wife, the drunken sailor, enlisted men and many beautiful women during the Lieutenant's sincere efforts to get a young woman pregnant and marry her, which would allow him to be excused from going to Delaware. A local Historic Society was founded and to Charlotte and Rolf's great pleasure many nice people, my wife included, were among the charter members and volunteered to take part in their play, which fit their plans for introducing several of them to their kinky personal pleasures in the near future. In co-operation with the community, benches, stage and parking lot was built at the arena and Rolf sponsored the décor on the stage. An old friend of Charlotte, Eric Anderson, was hired to direct the play and he began the audition with the volunteering actors. No payment was promised, but if the play made enough profit, it would be used for sponsoring a trip to Delaware for the participants. Charlotte wanted to play the major's wife and Rolf played the old colonel. Both were satisfied with Eric's choices for the other parts of the play. As a nurse Emma was regarded as more useful behind the stage than acting in the play but as a nurse wasn't needed very often, she even had some other duties in the administration. Charlotte was the real winner among the three of them. The young man, Simon, whom Eric selected to play the poor lieutenant, was a real second Lieutenant in the same regiment as the old Colonel's son had been more than 350 years ago. She got a real kick out of the close connection to the real history and knew it would never happen to her again and therefore must be handled with care. The play began with Charlotte and Simon lying almost naked in her bed when the major rushed into the bedroom dragging Charlotte out of the bed dressed only in small skin colored panties. The only problem for her was that Simon had been a bit shy during the rehearsals. As an old actress, she wanted everything to be perfect and persuaded Simon to accept some private training. One day when Rolf was away from home on some errand she took Simon to the master bedroom in the mansion to train him. In the beginning he had been both shy and talking about never cheating on his girlfriend. But Charlotte had gotten him to accept that an actor had to do unusual things to find the soul of the character he would play on stage. She told him average people never would understand the secrets of skilled actors. Charlotte had undressed herself and talked about the temptations the major's beautiful wife had given the poor Lieutenant. Obviously even an army officer of our days had difficulty in resisting such temptations because he had undressed when she told him to do that. Charlotte had received a pleasant surprise when she noted that his cock was much bigger than average and already stone hard. Within a few seconds she had dragged him to her bed. She had him fuck her in the missionary position, which didn't last a very long time for him. The next time was a little better, but not good enough for her. The third time she got him to act as the young horny officer ought to have done when he fucked his superior's wife. Simon wanted to play more theater in the future, so she promised to give him useful lessons during the entire summer. Charlotte had immediately taken care of Simon as her toy-boy but even Rolf and Eric got some of their expected "theater sex". As I came to know, four other married members of the theater gang also became involved in affairs. But it was only the beginning of the beginning for all of them. Rolf's first choice was Alice, a sexy divorced 43 year old woman working at the same newspaper as me. She agreed to be responsible for the PR for the play and did a good job at that. She wasn't an easy lay but Rolf liked challenges and got her panties off after a wet "PR planning dinner". Somehow he even got her to accept Eric as her second lover. Eric was a strange fellow. He was complete worthless as a seducer but after Rolf got him to take over Alice, within a short time he got her involved in all kinds of kinky sex that she had refused to even think about before she met Eric. Nina, who held an important position behind the stage, hooked up with Rolf. She was a very handsome 45 year old married woman who had a top position at the local bank as her daily work and therefore was chosen to take care of economic matters of the theater. During a lunch she had complained to Rolf that her 53 year old husband had lost both his interest and capacity for sex. Rolf had given her a smile and offered to help her. That was his big mistake because the bank woman told the others to keep their hands off Rolf and none of them dared risking problems with the local bank. Rolf's expected sex orgies with the young actresses turned out to be missionary position fucks twice a week with Nina and some kinky sex with Alice now and then. The play was planned to be held four times in June and four times in August but as all plays in June had been sold out, they had even had one extra play. July is the main holiday month here, so it was regarded as impossible to keep the show running when many of the involved people were out of town on holidays. After the last play in June there was a barbeque at the Colonel's Manor with spouses of involved people invited. It was a pleasant evening and I must say that I didn't see anything strange that got my attention. A common joke among the actors was that the few seconds that Charlotte's boobs were visible had sold a lot of tickets. I had watched the first of their shows and could only agree that it was a very sexy and very realistic beginning to the play. The drunken sailor at the tavern caused much laughter with his monologs, especially that about a Spanish captain who missed India by a hell of a distance. It was Rolf's old friend, Samuel, who had been invited to spend a weekend in July at the mansion who had a great idea after a dinner when he and Rolf were sitting at the fireplace with a glass of malt whisky. "Why not found a secret society to play historic characters 24 hours a day during weekends and have a little secret pleasure?" "We already have a Historic Society, which runs the theater." "Yes, but in the theater you have 500 spectators. In my game we don't have any at all and we are the directors who set the rules to suit our interests." "You mean that the participants will obey our rules, all our rules?" "Yes, they will if the reward is big enough." Rolf immediately understood the great possibilities of Sam's suggestion. One bottle of his best whisky and a few hours later they had founded "1648", numbers that didn't say anything to those who were not involved. As in many other similar fellowships nobody could apply for membership and the members would be carefully chosen after recommendation of at least two earlier members. Rolf and Sam took full control over the game as "Colonel" and "Vicar". Both invested a real amount in the game for old style clothes, good wine and a golden pin for the members. A close friend of Sam's became involved as author of the secret conditions and the ceremonies during which the members would swear an oath to obey and keep everything secret. However, Rolf and Sam's plans were still only known to them and would remain so for a while. The theater gang had planned to make a coach tour during the last weekend in July to see some of the castles the most famous Generals of the Colonel's time had built for the fortunes they found abroad. Emma had told me that they would leave early on Saturday morning, spend the night at a nice old small town hotel somewhere and be back late Sunday evening. I got the first bad news when I visited an old friend from the racing days, Michael Norrlin, who nowadays was a successful second-hand car dealer and one of my best customers. I used to visit him at least once a week for his weekly advertising and for the latest gossip because Michael knew everything that was worth knowing in our town. That Friday he really hit me on my nose when he said, "Do you know that Ronny Hedman is a member of that theater gang and he says to been flirting with Emma during the whole springtime. The gossip says that she has shown a slowly increasing interest for him, though nothing serious seems to have happened yet. Ronny got drunk at a party last week and began bragging that next Saturday, which mean tomorrow, he'll get his long expected chance to give Emma a great fucking that she will regret for the rest of her life that she chose you instead of him." To be continued Delaware Ch. 02 Many thanks to techsan for editing this story. * As you remember from the previous part of this story, I - Fredrick Ohlson, 'The Moose´ among my friends - was visiting an old friend and customer, Michael Norrlin, for both social and business reasons when he said, "Do you know that Ronny Hedman has joined that theater gang and he says he has been flirting with Emma during the whole time he's been there. The gossip says that she has shown a slowly increasing interest for him, though nothing serious has happened yet. A friend of mine met Ronny at a party last week where he got drunk and began bragging that next Saturday, which means tomorrow, he'll get his long expected chance to give Emma such a great fucking that she will regret for the rest of her life that she was stupid enough to choose you instead of him." My pretty wife, Emma, was member of a historic society, which played a farce at an outdoor theater about a young lieutenant who, about 350 years ago, got caught in bed with a Major's wife and was sent to our garrison in the far away Delaware. Emma and her theater friends would leave early the next morning for a two-day coach tour to see historic places of interest. Ronny Hedman was my archenemy and old rival for Emma until she dumped him and chose me, for which he had never forgiven me. Especially not after he attacked me at a local bar a month after Emma and I got married. I succeeded in breaking his collarbone before the patrolman threw him out to the street. He swore to get his revenge and get into Emma's panties sooner or later. Of course Michael's words hurt me like being hit with a baseball bat because Emma had never told me that Ronny was involved in the theater. I had seen their play and he wasn't mentioned in the program. I had even been at a barbecue together with the theater people but neither saw Ronny nor heard anybody mention him as a member of their gang. Michael immediately noted the serious effect his news had caused on me and asked again, "Didn't you really know anything about Ronny's courting attempts at the theater?" I replied, "Not a damn shit. What in the hell is going on? Are they involved in some dirty affair? I've heard some vague rumors during coffee breaks at the newspaper about some love affair at the theater but no names were ever mentioned. My fellow worker, Alice, is a member of that gang and she has always denied these rumors. I could never dream that it was Emma and that damn weasel." "Take it cool, man, just be cool. Emma says she resisted him so far and there are other much hotter romances going on in that gang." "Not easy to be cool if I'll lose my wife to such a zero. What in the hell can she see in a creep like Ronny?" "Ronny is probably a kind of psychopath and such people can be very charming and convincing to reach their goal. Don't blame Emma too much." "Emma has gone behind my back and, now without any evidence I can't stop her from going on that tour tomorrow and I even don't know where they are going so I can go there and get evidence." "We are friends, aren't we? Just listen to me and everything will be fine." Michael had a plan. No such plan can be perfect but acting as he suggested was the best and only thing I could do. His main reason to be interested in that historic society trip was not Emma, Ronny or me. The truth was that Richard Asp, owner of the garage where Michael used to get service for his cars, had connected him because he suspected that his wife, Lena, probably had an affair with a guy by the name of Allan from the theater gang. He had asked Michael if he knew somebody among those participants who could report to him if the lovebirds acted more openly when they got away from home. It was a challenge and because Michael liked challenges he had accepted and after a careful reading of the list of the participants he had found his connection, an acquaintance that had accepted the mission for a fair fee. He or she, whoever it was, had even told Michael about Ronny's efforts with Emma and offered to watch even them for the same fee. Two of Emma's theater friends came to pick her up by car a few minutes after six at the Saturday morning for a ride to the bus station where the coach was waiting for them. Now I understood why she had refused my offer to drive her there. She didn't wanted me to see that Ronny was there waiting for her. I left my son at my folks and went to Michael's office where Michael and the garage owner, Richard - Rick among his friends - was waiting for me with coffee and newly baked Danish. The coach was expected to arrive around nine o'clock for breakfast and Michael expected the first report from his acquaintance. He or she was equipped with a small laptop PC with wireless fast Turbo 3G connection and cell phone with a camera of fair quality. About nine thirty, Michael's PC gave the signal of incoming mail. First there was a message from the laptop, which said that Emma and Ronny had been seated together with some discrete hugging and so had Rick's wife and her lover, but they had also been kissing a few times. Michael had asked him/her to give us their seat numbers, which we got. Then the message continued that there were also two other couples displaying a bit of strange behavior. Then Michael's mailbox received some pictures from the gathering in the morning when the theater gang met. Rick's wife, Lena, and her lover, Allan, were kissing; Emma and Ronny were hugging and to my surprise my fellow worker, Alice, was hugging Eric, the director of the play. There was nothing about the fourth couple who had acted more discrete during the gathering. The travelers were expected to get to their first castle only a half hour after the breakfast and we agreed to wait for further actions until after that stop. The three of us met again for an eleven o'clock coffee break and received a short message that nothing had happened during the stay and they were on the road again. Now it was high time to cheer up our spouses on the coach. I rang Ronny's cell phone and began my attack immediately when he answered. "I've seen on the web that you, you damn pile of crap, are sitting next to Emma and have been necking with her. Forget all your dirty plans about sharing a room with her tonight if you care about your health. I know where you'll stay overnight and I will probably be there. I'm not threatening you, not at all, only promising to crush your balls. Give the phone to Emma." Obviously the damn idiot had gotten a shock because he, to my great surprise, gave the phone to Emma so I continued by asking her, "What the hell are you doing? Sitting there in the coach necking with that damn maniac, Ronny, who's been bragging about promising to fuck you tonight? You have never said a word to me about him being involved in the damn theater during the whole summer. You only made sour comments about 'Ronny could have been better than you' and tonight you obviously want to test him in your bed." Emma sounded shocked and replied with a stupid, "It is not what you think. He is only an old acquaintance who happened to get the seat besides mine. Nothing else." "Acquaintances are not expected to be bragging about intending to fuck a married woman during a damn coach trip. Do you understand that if you intend to share or visit his damn room tonight, you'll terminate your marriage as sure as anything." "Oh, my God, have you gone totally mad?" "No, not at all but it's not funny to get the news about you and the pile of crap about you planning to fuck tonight." "I'm not going to fuck anybody, that's for sure and it is high time for us to have a serious talk when I get home." She switched off the phone, and I really hoped that she kept her promise. Lena's lover, Allan, had no cell phone, so Rick rang up her. She became angry about that and shouted, "What the hell do you want now?" He had told her in polite terms that he wanted speak to Allan who was sitting next to her. She refused; so he told her that now he had no other choice than come and talk with him at the hotel where they would spend the night. That had made her even angrier and she accused him of being a jealous shit and told him that one Allan, whom she hardly knew, was sitting several seats from her together with the nurse. Rick replied that the coach was on the web and he could see him sitting next to her and he had seen their necking. Before he hung up he told her where in the coach they were sitting. Then I rang up Alice, who worked at the same newspaper as me. She replied after many signals, "Alice." "Hi, Alice, it's 'The Moose'. Please listen to me; I've a great suggestion, which can make some good extra money for both of us. I've come to realize that your coach is a real rolling whorehouse with a lot of cheating planned for tonight. I already know about several affairs in your historic society and I'm sure there are more to come. You ought to know Rolf's reputation; he was involved in something nasty during the summer. Now you can see that my wife, Emma, is on the coach sitting next to the creep, Ronny Hedman, who's been bragging that he's gotten a green light to fuck her tonight. If she goes for that, my marriage will be over and your society have to pay a high price for that. We can sell the whole nasty story about the sex theater for a good price and have a 50/50 deal if you can supply me with good inside information." At that time I didn't know that Alice was fucking both Rolf and Eric and she must have really gotten cold feet after my suggestion that we make a nationwide scandal of their historic society. She replied, "You ought to understand that our newspaper will never print a word of that." "Of course I know, but there are others who are apt to do that and pay very good money for it too. No problems, I have my connections. Our names will not be mentioned." "A lot of people have volunteered to work hard with that play, which gives very good PR for our town. Why in the hell do you want to destroy everything they have created?" "Because your damn sex society will destroy my marriage and my son's home if my wife fucks that damn Ronny tonight like the damn braggart says she promised to do." "Calm down, for heavens sake. I'll get her to skip such stupid ideas. I promise to call you later." Only a minute later Michael got a text message, which read, "Ronny got mad. Shouting about hidden web camera. Searching for it and destroyed several things in the coach." Only a few seconds later a new message came in, "Alice talking with a sobbing Emma." Rick got an angry call from his wife, who had shouted, "I know that you are involved in the damn mess here and be sure you are going to pay for that!" She hung up before he could say something and refused to take the calls when he tried to ring her. The next text message came within a few minutes, "The coach stopped in a small town. The driver demanded that Ronny get off and refuses to drive a meter before he's off the coach." Then Emma rang my cell phone, "Dear Fred, for heavens sake please calm down and don't do any of those stupid things you told Alice. You must believe me that I have never either promised or intended to have any sex with Ronny. It is only something he got in his sick mind. He went totally mad and I can tell you that now he is thrown out of the coach, if that will get you in better mood." I pretended to be surprised and replied, "Ronny is thrown out? What happened?" "He got totally mad and searched for a web camera. Though the driver told him that there is no camera, he damaged several things in the coach and the driver regarded him as a safety risk and refused to drive with Ronny onboard. Please don't do anything stupid. We can talk more in the evening." "Yes, we can. Hi until then." Michael's plan had succeeded about halfway. Talking about a non-existent web camera had cancelled Ronny's possibilities with Emma and his stupid overreaction had gotten him thrown off the coach and not increased his popularity in the historic society. Lena had not cared a shit when Rick told her that he knew about her cheating intentions and she refused to talk to him. Rick had countered with an alternative and told us about his plans for the evening. We wished him good luck. I left for home and Michael promised to contact me when something of interest happened among the travelers. Alice rang and asked me if I had calmed down now that Ronny had left them. I asked if he was expected to join them at their hotel for the night but Alice didn't believe that because he had even become mad at Eric and her. I told her that we could discuss our business on Monday. The travelers were expected to arrive at their hotel not later than seven o'clock, have a dinner between eight and nine and the annual meeting of the historic society's theater group from nine o'clock until it ended. Rolf and Charlotte, who had not been on the coach, would join the travelers at the dinner, attend at the meeting and stay the night at the hotel. Emma rang me as she had promised. She told me that she shared a room with one of the female actors and had never had any other plans. I didn't care to start any arguing and she continued telling me about their day and that several of them had agreed to suggest at the meeting that spouses would be allowed on their Delaware trip if they paid their own ticket. After talking with our son Emil she hung up. Michael called me when he had got the latest news. Exactly as he had promised his wife Lena, Rick had gone to the hotel to see her. But he had not gone alone. One of his employees, a big guy, newly divorced after his wife's cheating and hating all wife fuckers was with him. They had arrived a few minutes after seven, got Allan's room number, found the room in an annex building, knocked on the door and pretended to be room service. When Allan had refused to open the door, the big man had simply kicked it in. Inside the room they had found Lena and Allan naked in the bed. She was served divorce papers and Allan got such a severe beating that Rick's wife had called for Emma. She had examined his wounds, given him first aid, called for an ambulance and he was taken to the hospital. I met Rick one week later. He told me that nobody had attempted to stop them when they left the hotel and he had not heard anything from the police. Later on when I collected information for this story I found out the simple reason for that was that Rolf had paid the damages and nobody had ever called the police. Lena had gone with Allan to the hospital and the three missing cheaters had caused a sad mood at the dinner. Especially Emma, Rolf, Charlotte, Alice, Eric and one so far secret couple must get cold feet when thinking that they probably were playing with fire. Rolf had been chairman at the meeting and said a few words about what happened earlier that day. In his opinion they were adults who had made their own decision and were responsible for what they had done. No reason to blame the others for that. There had been many suggestions about the play for the next summer during the talks in the coach. But when Charlotte told her suggestion that the best would be when the Lieutenant arrived in Delaware and met the new world, it was accepted without any objections. Rolf had investigated what to see in Delaware and found out that the only things connected to our presence there were an old church and a replica of the first ship which brought our colonists there. Rolf recommended that a fair time of the trip would be spent in New York and Washington, DC. There were no objections to that. Emma's suggestion about paying spouses on the trip got immediately accepted. Eric demanded that there must be real Indians of impressive size for making out something dramatic from the cultural differences when the Lieutenant arrived in Delaware. Somebody mentioned that there used to be real Indians performing dance shows at "High Chaparral" (amusement park built as an old western town). He immediately received several objections that those Indians were nice average sized people and far from the huge savages the drunken sailor bragged to have seen in Delaware. The next speaker wanted to hire some of the very tall American basketball players, who are common on our best teams. That was immediately rejected because though they were of the right size and spoke English with an American accent almost all of them were black. One rather boozed woman remembered that we even had a small Caribbean island with a multi racial population for a few years and why couldn't a drunken captain have sailed in the wrong direction and gotten to that damn Caribbean island instead of Delaware? Rolf had told the woman that our Caribbean adventure happened about 150 years after the Lieutenant was sent to Delaware. As many of the participants had imbibed a fair quantity of fermented and distilled beverages during the dinner, Rolf had feared increasing problems in keeping the meeting on a serious level. He ended the meeting by saying that the historic society would pay 50% of everything they bought in the bar until midnight. There were no objections. Emma wasn't a very happy loving wife when she arrived back at home on Sunday evening. In fact she was barking like a mad dog and accused me of being a jealous monster that, without any valid reason, hated Ronny. In her angry opinion I had seen ghosts in the bright daylight and imagined all the crap I had accused her of. The main question was whether to dump her or not. My problem was total lack of evidence. The only thing I had was rumors about Ronny's bragging on what he expected to happen, a picture of their hugging, the knowledge about them sitting next to each other in the coach and knowing that Ronny had paid extra for a single room. Emma denied that she had any intentions with Ronny and as I had never caught her lying, she must be much more trustworthy than a bragging psychopath like Ronny. Hugging an old friend and sitting next to him could be totally innocent. Of course, she had not told me about Ronny, but I had never asked. People who didn't know the whole background would regard me as an idiot if I did anything further. A few days later when she calmed down, I figured it was high time for us to talk us out our problems. I began by saying, "During the summer you have told me twice that Ronny could been a better choice for you and now I know why. But you forgot to tell me that he was involved at the theater, courting you and pretending to have been the good guy. All of this is not only your fault because psychopaths such as Ronny can be very charming and convincing, obviously so charming that you repressed everything about how he used to treat his pretty wife. You ought to remember when she came to the hospital beaten blue and yellow, usually without any real reason. Is it really that sort of treatment you have been missing during our years together?" "Of course not, but if you think you are the one and only perfect man in this town, I can tell you that is far from the truth." "Is Ronny so perfect that some beating now and then would have been okay?" "Why are you always dragging Ronny into all our problems?" "Because he was damn close to terminating our marriage. Had he not shown his true face on the coach and been thrown off, I can bet everything I own that he would have been cunning enough to succeed in getting you into his single room. You can't be more stupid than to deny what would have happened in there." "That never happened because I had not agreed to go into his room and, believe me, I would never have done that." I replied, "Yes, you had and I can see three different ways for you to have done it. The first and most likely way: During the long pleasant day together he would persuade you to share the room with him and probably have a quickie before the dinner just as Lena and Allan intended to do. The second: you would not have shared a room with him but after some drinks during the evening you would have gone there with him and probably spent the night with him. The third: if you had refused the two simple ways, he would have become desperate, pretended to be sick, called you as nurse to his room and if he didn't get what he wanted, he would have simply raped you or beaten you to obey." Delaware Ch. 02 Probably without noticing it herself, she blushed when she replied, "There is nothing wrong with your imagination. You ought to write stories. I love only you, nobody else, and I can swear that I've been your faithful girlfriend, fiancée and wife since I met you for the first time. Please believe me, I have never had any sex with Ronny, not even when he and I were dating. Never had any plans to have it either. That's for sure. Please stop accusing me and let's be friends again. I love you and after all your accusing I have to ask you if you still love me." "Yes." Our legal system regards the accused to be innocent until guilt is proven and set free instead of a verdict of guilty in a case with poor evidence. After all, I still loved Emma very much and could not dump her without greater evidence. Only thinking what she might have done if Ronny hadn't been thrown off the coach wasn't enough for any further actions. Emma's and my marriage began to flourish again and reached almost the same levels we had as newlyweds. Even our sex life was great with Emma beginning to like sucking much more than before our problems. Alice had complained to my boss about my plans to get the sex scandals in the historic society published and he told me that he had no objections if I collected information but he expected me to talk with him before I did anything with it. However, with so many people involved it was impossible to keep gossip about the incidents during the coach tour within the historic society. Rather soon it was out in the whole town with the real facts magnified and mixed with a lot of fiction. Even Emma heard her share of the gossip, which accused her of cheating with Ronny although how it could have been possible when he was already back home while the travelers were at the hotel. It was not funny at all for her, especially after her mother rang her and asked many questions. The historic society's four plays in August was almost sold out and Rolf had hired a real Indian from the U.S. to say a few words in his native tongue and in English about the next year's play to the audience after the last two plays. It was very much appreciated and Alice arranged him several other PR jobs such as a half page interview in our local paper, five minutes in the local TV channel and many PR jobs in the leading shops in town. I continued working with my story and later on I found out that the knowledge of local gossip about the coach tour had caused Rolf to skip all plans about using the whole historic society as a base for further sexual connections. There were too many nerds involved. Therefore he and his friend Sam had worked with their secret "1648". One of Rolf's American friends had found and hired the real Indian, known as George Hanley on his passport but during his PR jobs he was called "Big Wolf". Rather soon we would find out that he had a very important role to play in Rolf's "1648". I understood that the very good relationship between Emma and me couldn't last forever and though I did my very best to keep it there, I expected it to be back to average sooner or later. But I didn't expect that shit would hit the fan again. Once again it was my friend Michael who put me on alert. He told me that one of his friends had a late lunch at an almost empty small restaurant, not easily seen behind a screen but rather close to George who had received a call on his cell phone. Obviously it was from a friend back in the US because George had bragged that he had been having good times at a great mansion. Until then he had only done a few PR jobs and three very pleasant special jobs. At first he had refused to say anything about those special jobs. But obviously his friend had insisted knowing so George had told that his boss had a secret club and his job was to fuck all new female members during the initiation ceremony. He had had a good laugh about the damn stupid idiot who paid him for something he would have done for free or even paid to do. The next Thursday Michael rang me and asked if Emma had told me anything about her lunch with Rolf Ericsson on Wednesday. She had not, and warning bells began to ring in my head again. I didn't intend to waste any time and on Thursday evening during our small talk about various matters I asked her how her week had been so far or if she had heard or done anything unusual. I noted that she hesitated a second before she replied, "No, nothing at all. Only boring routine." "Since when it is boring routine for you to have lunch with the damn Rolf Ericsson? I thought you used to have your lunch at the hospital." I could see that she blushed a little when she replied, "Yes, I did and the gossip is obviously already out. If you want to know, it was only a lunch and I didn't have any sex with him." "I didn't ask about that. I want to know since when and how often you are having lunch with Rolf and if that has become a routine for you?" "That was the first time." "Why did he invite you? What do he want you to do for him and why didn't you tell me about that? That cunning asshole isn't doing anything without gaining something in return." "I intended to talk about his suggestion tomorrow evening when I had decided how to handle it. I really don't know anything for the time being." "What the hell is it about?" "Nothing strange. He only offered to let me join a new historic club with only select members. The only problem is that members are spending ten weekends a year role-playing about living as people did around 1650 or traveling to interesting historic sites, both domestic and abroad." "I've heard about that sect. It is some kind of sex sect where all new female members are expected to fuck Rolf's Indian during the inauguration ceremony. Did Rolf tell you about that and are you still interested of joining those perverts?" "It is not what you think. You ought to know better than believe all rumors and gossips." "Were the rumors about Lena and Allan or you and Ronny during the coach tour wrong?" "Haven't we agreed that I didn't do anything wrong with Ronny?" "Thanks to who? One thing is for sure, I will never accept my wife being fucked by Rolf's Indian." Once again Emma's and my marriage settled at a cold level. I could not stop her from going where she wanted to and doing what she wanted to but I wouldn't take such humiliation without doing something. I rang Michael and told him that Emma was invited to the Colonel's Mansion at Saturday evening about six o'clock. There was not an unnecessary word from Emma to me during Friday and Saturday morning. After lunch she told me, "I've made my decision and I'm going to the Colonel's Mansion for an old time dinner and it will be late. There will be some alcohol included so I can't drive home after the dinner and as I've promised to help Charlotte sew on old clothes on Sunday morning, I'll better stay overnight in one of the guestrooms at the mansion." "You can go wherever you want and do what you want. I know that I have no legal right to stop you from going to Rolf and fucking his damn Indian. I won't make any attempts to stop you from going there. To be honest, I've had enough of Rolf's crap and don't care a shit about your doings any longer. Going to Rolf for tonight means divorce, that's for sure. Don't bother to come home Sunday." I gave her my already written and signed divorce papers and said, "No problems, just sign these papers and this marriage will be history in six months. My suggestion is that we put the house for sale on Monday and share everything 50/50. It doesn't matter if you sign or not but going to a lawyer and trying to resist it will be very expensive and a totally meaningless waste of your money." She hadn't expected such a strong reaction from me and after a long silence she said, "I don't sign anything. Going to a dinner with friends is not a valid reason for divorce." "Of course not if it is a dinner with real friends but going to a sex sect and being fucked by an Indian and probably even by Rolf and his cohorts is much more than I can take. Why can't you believe me when I say that I have inside information about what's going on at Rolf's mansion during his sex sect meetings?" Nothing more was said on that matter. I had done my best and lost. Emma took a shower, dressed and on her way out she stopped at the door and said with a soft voice, "See you after lunch tomorrow and I will tell you that it was not as you suspected." I replied, "You can stay away for ever. I don't want you back. Emil and I will find our own apartment if you are insisting on coming back here." She hesitated for a second before she went out and I heard her car drive away. (To be continued) Delaware Ch. 03 Many thanks to techsan for editing this story. It is suggested you read the two previous chapters before reading this chapter. * As you remember from Chapter 2, my wife Emma left me on a Saturday evening to go to what she thought was an innocent dinner with Rolf Ericsson and his friends at the Old Colonel's Mansion. After the dinner she would be introduced as a member at Rolf's private historic 1648 club and stay there overnight. She didn't believe me when I told her that I had gotten secret inside information about what she was expected to do at the Colonel's Mansion and what she thought only was an innocent dinner during the evening would be turning to an introduction to a sex sect with historic connections to the present day American state of Delaware. She didn't believe me or care when I told her that in the introduction ceremony she was expected to fuck with a real Indian. Neither did she care that going there and fucking that Indian meant divorce. The last thing I heard of her was driving away in her car. Of course I felt completely beaten with sad feelings when sitting at the kitchen table beginning to think about my situation and why in the hell Emma had caused me to get into this damn mess. My thoughts went to the first time I met her. It was during the rally race when I slid off the road in a bend and hit a moose standing in the forest. It fell over the hood and crushed the windshield. Emma was there as nurse and it was she who gave me first aid and probably even my pet name "The Moose". When I met Emma she was dating a guy whom I never had liked and to my great pleasure she preferred me and dumped him soon after we had met. Emma and I had an average relationship with love, marriage and a child. Like most other couples we had our ups and downs but never any serious problems until she met her ex-boyfriend again at the historic society's theater. But that was history now because I had put a stop to that relationship before anything serious happened. I had never believed that she would dump me and leave a rather happy marriage to join a damn sex sect and therefore I had not planned for what to do in this situation. My only solution had been filling in divorce forms. Our son and one of his friends were in his room playing some game on his PlayStation and I was still sitting at the kitchen table when, to my surprise, I heard Emma's car coming back in our driveway. My first thought was that she had forgotten something she wanted to take with her. She came in with her face a total mess. No doubt she had been crying most of the time since she left our house less than ten minutes ago. I didn't say anything and she sat down at the kitchen table, on the opposite side from me, sobbed and said, "Are you serious about that divorce?" "Yes, I am, because I will never accept any cheating. I have never cheated you and will never accept any cheating from you. I don't care a shit if Rolf's Indian is an exotic Medicine man, Chief of some unknown tribe or a damn simple con man without any more connection to Delaware than our neighbor's cat. Fucking that bastard is adultery and adultery means divorce. Full stop." "I'm not going anywhere. I promise to stay at home forever. Are you satisfied with that?" "So nowadays there are only two alternatives available in your world, fucking an Indian or never going out? Have I ever denied you doing anything or going anywhere you want? Oh, yes, I forget that I put a stop to poor Ronny's seduction plans during the coach trip. What the hell is wrong with our marriage? Ronny or Rolf's Indian, just as pest or cholera, why should I care?" She was crying now and sobbed, "Why are you doing that to me? Why are you accusing me of dirty things I never did? Why don't you trust me?" "Because I love you and had an old fashioned idea that our son would prefer to live with his real parents. I'm sorry for causing your problems and I understand that I have to accept that we are living in new times with new customs. Obviously it is in to be an independent single parent." "I have never said a word about separation. It is your decision, not mine. Believe me or not but still I love you, very much indeed, and of course I want to remain married to you." What could I say to that? I didn't need to say anything because the phone rang. I took the call, answering, "Fredrick Ohlson." "Is Emma at home? May I speak with her?" "Who's asking?" "That's not your business." "Not yours, either." I hung up. The phone rang again a few seconds later and I replied again, "Fredrick Ohlson." " My name is Rolf Ericsson and I want speak to Mrs. Emma Ohlson." "You damn pervert sex maniac, you can let your damn Indian fuck your own ass instead of somebody's wife! Go to hell, asshole and stay there!" Obviously he wasn't used to that kind of language from average small town people like me and it took several seconds before he replied, "I demand to speak to her." "You are not in position to demand shit. As I told you before, go to hell and stay there." Emma had a very surprised look in her face when I hung up the phone. The phone rang again about a half minute later and now my friend Rolf had become really angry. "I'll get you fired and make you regret every word you said, you poor creep." "Get your ass ready for the Indian instead of threatening decent people." Now Emma asked me, "How dare you speak to Rolf in that way?" "Why not? He is an asshole and deserves that." Rolf's last call could only mean "a declaration of war" between him and me. I didn't care and had no real reason to be afraid of him. Of course, he was the richest man in town, but he was fired from his job and retired which meant he had lost most of his one time useful connections with important people and all his real friends and connections were far away from my hometown. Though I didn't have much money, I was surrounded by friends who wouldn't hesitate a second to assist one "of our own lads" who was harassed by a stranger. I don't think Rolf really knew the big difference between "natives" and "strangers" in our town, which had gotten some national fame about that. Of course Rolf had always been well protected from our opinion about strangers by a bunch of tail wavers who wanted to gain benefits from his wealth but he ought to have known what they said behind his back. Emma didn't say anything further about Rolf but asked me to see the divorce papers. I gave the envelope with my papers to her and thought that she was so fed up with me that she would sign them. She began to read them very carefully and when it was done she told me, "Fair conditions, yes they are. You, damn Moose, are a good man." Then she tore them to small pieces and said, "We have problems, very serious problems, indeed, but not so damn serious that they are a reason for destroying a happy marriage." "It's your choice: Rolf's sect or the family. There are no third ways available." "Where am I? Am I at the Mansion or at home? Can't you see that I've already made my choice?" "Do you understand that there will probably be a serious vendetta between Rolf's gang and me, hopefully supported by the natives, which means that you probably have to skip his damn historic society and the Delaware trip if you join my side?" "I'm still your loving wife and of course I'll support you as much as I can." Once again Emma and I had saved our marriage. There were no more phone calls from Rolf during the Saturday evening. Emma fixed a romantic dinner and after that we went to bed for great sex. Michael rang me at the next morning and had interesting things to tell me. He and Rick had decided to find out the truth about Rolf's sex sect. He told me that they had been out last evening and lying under a bird watcher's net besides the road to Colonel's Mansion and took pictures of all cars on that road, ultimately checking their license plates against the car register. As a car dealer he had access to the complete information about the car owners. Interesting bunch of people going there, but he hadn't seen Emma and hoped that I had gotten her to skip Rolf's invitation. I told him that she had intended to go but regretted going there and turned back home after a few minutes and Rolf had rang me and threatened to get me fired from my job. Michael told me that Alice at my work was obviously involved in Rolf's sect and he would e-mail me the whole list of the car owners and a picture of one car with two people in the front seat of whom he hadn't been able to identify. Only a half hour after arriving at work on Monday morning my boss wanted to see me. As expected he told me that he had gotten complaints about me using very rude language with Rolf Ericsson. I replied that this Rolf Ericsson was neither a king nor a pope and in this town he was nothing at all, doesn't matter what he had been elsewhere. I continued telling him the truth that Alice was a member in Rolf's sect but I had succeeded in stopping my wife from going there to join them, which had made Rolf a bit upset and threatened to get me fired. It was a silly attempt from Alice to do what Rolf told her to do because such private matters had nothing to do with my work and the historic society had not been a preferred customer to the newspaper. At the eleven o'clock coffee break I asked Alice, "Did I do something wrong when I didn't let my wife join the sex sect at the Colonel's Mansion and be fucked by Rolf's Indian?" "What the hell do you mean by that?" "I know that you are a sect member and probably have your own experience of fucking that Indian. Could you please tell us if he really is so good that Emma ought to have dumped me to have that pleasure?" She got totally mad, threw the remaining coffee in her cup at me and shouted, "Emma ought to have dumped you before your damn wedding." Alice left the room in anger. The boss was out until after lunch and I expected Alice's usual complaints when he got back. Obviously he had been fed up with her because when she shouted, "If you don't immediately fire the damn 'Moose', you can be sure that I'll quit my job here this very day!" Our boss had replied with a soft voice, "It's your own decision." She had collected her personal belongings and left her office. Nobody blamed me for that. As expected, Rolf had ringed Emma at the hospital and invited her to lunch again. But this time she said, "No, thanks," and told him that I didn't want her to join his club and that her family was much more important to her than any club in the whole world. Rolf had told her that he understood and accepted her decision in that matter but that wasn't the reason for inviting her for lunch; it was a quite different matter. When she had asked him to tell her the reason, he had told Emma that he had promised his old mother to take her on a riverboat trip on the Nile in Egypt. His mother had some health problems, so Rolf had decided to hire a nurse to join them on the trip. He offered the job to Emma with conditions that she would get everything paid during the whole trip and double salary compared to what she lost by taking the necessary time off from her job. Both flight and boat tickets were in first class. Emma had said her "no, thanks" again but suggested he put an ad on the bulletin board at the hospital's restaurant and she had even agreed to write one and put it there for him. Back home, when she told me about his call, Emma said that she had not hesitated a second to say "No, thanks" and I had no reason to doubt her. I could only agree with her when she said that no human being is a hundred percent bad, not even Rolf, whatever I thought about him and there were many reasons to believe that Rolf's main interest and intentions in this matter were to take good care of his old mother. Of course, he had not said "no, thanks" to fucking a cute married nurse as a fair bonus during the trip if he had succeeded in seducing her, which probably would have been much easier a long way from home and a suspicious husband. One thing was for sure, that Rolf wasn't turned into a genuine good boy because his next stupid and totally meaningless step was to persuade his mistress, Nina, who was responsible for loans at the local savings bank to cancel my loan. In her letter I had 10 days to pay it back. As Emma's and my house was worth at least three times more than the loan, it took us less than a half hour to move our bank accounts and loan to one of the nationwide banks in the next town 30 kilometers away. Nina's husband and all other spouses of those who had been at the Colonel's Mansion on Saturday evening received a letter, in which they were told that this 1648 club at the mansion was a sex sect and the Indian had fucked all female members. Even all members of the board at the savings bank received a letter, signed by four local businessmen who wanted to know if it was the usual policy of their bank that employees used the bank for private vendettas like Nina had used against me when I refused to let my wife join a dubious sect in which Nina was an active member. Rolf had applied for and got financial support from the County Administration Board for restoring the Mansion. Now two building inspectors had inspected the results and found out that he had followed all their rules except the expensive landing dock for his two motorboats, which he had built without any permit. Rolf was given 30 days to remove it and thereafter he had to apply for necessary permits to build a new landing dock in the old style. Though such matters would have been a very serious economic problem for average people, the expenses were peanuts for Rolf, so the money wasn't his main reason for becoming furious and doing stupid things. He had felt humiliated and threatened all of the involved local and county authorities with legal actions. When that gave no results, he hired an expensive lawyer, who only could advise him to calm down. One rainy and dark evening when the Indian had left a pub after a few beers, two big men had dragged him onto a porch where one of the men had grabbed his arms behind his back and the another man had taken a grip of his balls, squeezed them hard and said that next time he fucked a married or taken woman in this town the balls would be cut off. Then they had checked his cell phone and wallet for his ID and connections to friends and relatives back home. He knew that those men would soon find out the truth that he wasn't a member of the Lenni Lenape tribe from Delaware and that he had never been either in Delaware or in Oklahoma where the Lenni Lenape tribe had arrived around 1867 after 130 years on the road. He had told the gardener at the Mansion that he didn't care much that his pleasant stay and lazy days as Rolf's guest "Big Wolf" at the Colonel's Mansion came to an end, because he had begun to be rather fed up with it. He left our town a few days after the incident at the pub. Nina had serious problems at a board meeting at the bank and the chairman had demanded that she write me a letter apologizing for the humiliations against my family and me in her previous letter. I had a good laugh when I read her letter, in which she wrote that she was sorry for all misunderstandings and I was very welcome back at the bank as a preferred customer. I would even get some extra benefits as compensation for the problems their mistakes had caused. She had booked a time for me and wrote that she looked forward to seeing me then. I didn't believe that she meant a single word of it. It must been hard work for Nina to write that letter, but I didn't care to go there to see her at her booked time. Instead she rang me a few days later and wanted to see me about some advertising. I went there and sold her an expensive advertising campaign and couldn't avoid listening to her mumbo jumbo about how sorry she was about the mistake with my loan. I tried to cheer her up by saying that that I had no hard feelings because I had gotten much better terms at the other bank. Obviously it was Nina's turn to misunderstand me, because she didn't look happy at all after getting my good news. Michael and Rick continued their investigations into Rolf's historic club and befriended the gardener at the Colonel's Mansion, bribed him for information, but he could only say that obviously the 1648 club had taken some kind of time out for a while. We could only hope that it was because the letters to members' spouses and Rolf's Indian had left town and not been replaced yet. Nina's husband had enough when both he and the gossipmongers in town came to know about her activities in the sex sect and filed for divorce. So did Glenn Lager, a teacher who found out that his beautiful wife, Evelyn, a teacher, had an affair with Sven Aronson, the best looking male actor in the historic society's theater gang. Evelyn and Glenn's divorce was a big sensation because both of them were very active members in the church choir and regarded as one of the most perfect families in the whole town. He found out that his wife's affair had begun in June and she had sneaked away during the whole summer to have a "quickie" with her married lover. She had even confessed that she shared a room with her lover during the coach tour. All of us had a good laugh when Rolf returned from his riverboat trip on the Nile. He had hired a very beautiful single nurse in her early thirties, by name Annelie Janson, who had told all about the trip to her friends as soon as she was back. Rather soon the gossip was around the whole hospital. Annelie is a skilled nurse so everything had been fine with Rolf's mother, who was very satisfied with her and already hired her for some holiday trip the next year. They had even succeeded in avoiding the feared "Pharaoh's Revenge", (severe diarrhea) which is feared on those riverboats on the Nile. Rolf had no problems with seducing Annelie but obviously nobody had cared to tell him that Annelie was a sex addict and she had wanted much more of it than Rolf had been able to give her, so she had complaints about his manhood. A few days after coming home from Egypt, Rolf got caught up with his past in the big business. I'm sure that he wiped me out of his mind because he got into much more serious problems than a silly vendetta with some small town husbands about their wives. The new board of the company where he had worked sued Rolf and several of his fellow directors for swindling huge unearned bonuses from the company, which the shareholders and the new board demanded they pay back. Only a week later the tax authorities accused Rolf and his fellow directors of using foreign connections for faked reductions during several years, which would be very expensive extra taxes for Rolf and his cohorts if they lost that case. Rolf's next problem came only a few days later when a public prosecutor specializing in important economic frauds decided to investigate and probably sue Rolf and his fellow directors for swindling company assets as faked bonuses. In the worst case the price to pay for that could be a few years in some of the open "white collar jails". It wouldn't matter how Rolf's three problems ended; they would keep him busy for long periods with lawyers and in courts in the capital. Not much time was left for running a sex sect for seducing married small town women. He arranged a meeting of the historic society and told them that they had to go on without him. Charlotte promised to remain in the society, but only as an actor in the next play. A new chairman and several new board members were selected to run the society without any support from Rolf. Michael continued his efforts to find out the truth about what really had happened in that secret 1648 club at the Colonel's Mansion when the Indian was there. Delaware Ch. 03 The newly divorced Evelyn needed her own car and went to Michael, who immediately understood that it was now or never for getting information about the sect. He took it slowly with her, gained her confidence, sold her a nice Toyota for a fair price and found out that she wanted somebody to listen to her problems. Michael was a good listener and succeeded in getting her to understand that she had to clear her mind of the old crap to be able to go further in her life. She told Michael that she was very fed up with her lover, Sven, and with Rolf. Though she had done all the shameful things Sven had asked her to do, he had immediately abandoned her when his wife had demanded that he do that. So much for Sven's love and promises about love and marriage. Rolf, who had promised to help her if something went wrong after she had joined the 1648 club at his mansion, wasn't much better. Neither of them cared much about her when Glenn had thrown her out of their house. The only thing she had gotten was meaningless comments like "you'll fix it." My friend Michael cared. After she had begun to tell him about her problems, he was able to use his connections to arrange her a nice apartment with a fair rent. Michael, who is married to a lovely wife, Anne-Marie, had not made any attempts to have sex with her, which she appreciated very much. Of course, she regarded him a bit curiously but that was a natural behavior in this town and he promised to keep the secrets she told him. Michael and his wife, Anne-Marie, invited Evelyn, Rick, Emma and me for dinner on a Saturday evening. Emma and Evelyn knew each other from the theater. Anne-Marie is an easygoing woman, so she had no problems befriending Evelyn. It was a pleasant evening and, after some small talk about the historic society and the theater, Evelyn asked us if we wanted to hear her story directly from her to have the real truth instead of the rumors and gossips in town. Emma said, "Please tell us." And Evelyn did. Quite opposite to his reputation Glenn wasn't a perfect husband during the last year of their marriage. Though Evelyn was a very attractive woman, he had turned their sex life down to almost zero. Somewhere he had developed some strange religious idea that sex was a sin and the only reason he had for a quickie with Evelyn was that he regarded wanking to be a worse sin than a quickie. A skilled and good looking seducer like Sven, after meeting Evelyn and talking with her at the theater, had immediately gotten a strong feeling that she was a pretty prey, just waiting for him to catch her. Some innocent hugging during the rehearsals made him believe that she would give him a great reward for his participating in the theater play. It had begun with hugs and kisses, then necking in her or his car and ended up with sex during "extra rehearsals" in one of Sven's friend's cottage. She really needed it and Sven had been a skilled lover who taught her a lot she never experienced with Glenn. Evelyn had been happy with Sven and they had been able to keep their relationship secret even from most members in the theater gang, even during the infamous coach tour when Lena and Rick's marriage had crashed and Ronny turned crazy about a non-existing web camera. Nobody cared that she had spent the night in Sven's single room. After the third play in August, she and Sven had gotten an offer from Rolf to join a secret 1648 club at the mansion. Sven got his membership a week before her in some secret ceremony he had never told about. The only thing he had said was that ladies got introduced in a quite different ceremony. Evelyn got invited on a Saturday evening to a dinner at the Colonel's Mansion. All people were dressed in old style clothes looking to be from the Colonel's time. She got dressed in a simple white dress with only four buttons keeping it together on the front with old style underwear but no bra. The dinner was good and the expensive wine was of good quality, which put the whole party in a very jolly mood. Then Rolf told her the advantages of the membership, asked if she wanted to join them and obey all rules of the club, promised to keep their secrets, understood that her acting during their meetings was playing a historic role without any connection to her real life. When he asked if she had understood what he had said and wanted to perform her introduction ceremony, she said, "Yes, I do." After that Rolf led her down to a large almost dark room in the basement with simple benches made of logs on one end and a one-foot high platform on the other end. The platform was made of small rather thin spruces of about 120 x 200 cm with a bearskin on it. This part of the room was lighted up with burning torches around the platform. Rolf told her to sit down on the bearskin and left her there. Now she could not see the benches in the dark end. Suddenly she could hear some kind of drums. The sounds came from hidden loudspeakers under the platform. A few seconds later she noted that the Indian, dressed only in a small breechcloth, stood next to the platform. He had a large feather in his hair and was painted with red and blue circles and stripes on the chest and the face. He began to sing something in his native tongue. It was a surreal sight to see this war-painted Indian in the light of the torches. Evelyn continued her story by telling us that after standing a short time beside the platform the Indian had come to sit beside her on the bearskin, laid her down on her back, unbuttoned her dress, kissed and caressed her breasts. After about a minute he had begun to take off her old style underwear. When they were off, he had told her with a loud voice, which she heard above the drums that now she belonged to all people of Delaware and standing on his knees he took off his own breechcloth. She saw his hard on and understood what was going to happen but understood that now it was too late to stop it. I looked at Emma and saw that her face had become an almost white color during Evelyn's story when she understood that I had been a hundred percent right about what could have happened to her if she hadn't returned back home when she intended to go to the dinner at the mansion. Evelyn had more to tell us and continued by saying that though she wasn't neither drunk nor drugged, she had no intentions or mental power to resist when the Indian spread her legs and entered her pussy with one hard thrust. After a few seconds he began to fuck her with hard beats set by the drums. It had been a very strange experience for her but the fact that she had been cheating on her husband during the whole summer had made it easier for her to take it. It had taken at least ten to fifteen minutes for the Indian's hard thrusts to bring him to his climax and release his load in her unprotected pussy. He had acted almost like some kind of robot and didn't care about Evelyn's feelings during the act. She had gotten the strangest fuck in her whole life but far from the best and far from any orgasm. When the Indian had risen up from the platform he had told her that the "Duke" wanted to see her and told her to follow him. They went into a small room lighted by a candle. The only furniture was a big wooden chair with Rolf dressed as a noble man probably from the year 1648 sitting in it. Before the chair was a cushion on the floor. Rolf had told her to take off her unbuttoned dress and kneel on the cushion. He told her that now she was his maid and had to obey whatever he told her. He said that her first duty was to show her submission by sucking him off and not wasting a single drop, which meant that she had to swallow it. Evelyn did as she was told and afterwards he had told her that he had decided to give her first night in the mansion as a reward to a man who had done a good job for the club during the last week. Then he told her to leave the dress on the floor and to go back to the platform again. She noted that the platform was much darker now with only one torch burning and now there was a cushion and a blanket on the platform. She lay down on the bearskin again, now under the blanket. A few minutes later a man she had seen only during the dinner came to the platform, introduced himself as Samuel and said that he had gotten the night on the platform with her as a reward from "The Count". He took off his expensive looking historic clothes and went naked under the blanket. Samuel penetrated her without any necking or foreplay and fucked her with nearly as hard thrusts as the Indian. Evelyn said that now she had felt like a cheap whore and regretted like hell joining this damn sect. She suspected that Samuel was on Viagra because he lasted a long time and was able to do it several times during the night, which gave her much more pain than pleasure. Evelyn looked at the now very pale Emma and said, "You really did the right thing when you used your brains and turned back home instead of coming to the Colonel's Mansion to been used by those perverts." Then Evelyn continued by telling us what a hullabaloo Emma had caused at the Mansion by not coming there for the introduction ceremony. Rolf had forgotten that telephones must have been rather unusual in 1648 and became more and more furious after each of his calls to me. Even Rolf's cohort, Samuel, who once again had been "rewarded" with the first night of the new member, had become totally angry and began accusing Rolf of the mess. Sven, who had glared at Samuel since his cruel fucking with Evelyn and rude comments afterwards that "it wasn't better than fucking a log", had released his bad temper, hit Samuel in his belly and pushed a bun from the dinner table into his mouth to get him to shut up. The meeting had turned to a real hullabaloo until Charlotte put a stop to it by shouting in her loud theater voice, "Time out! We need to have some time out and put a full stop to this meeting. Everybody will get a personal call to the next meeting." Evelyn continued again by saying that they did as Charlotte suggested and most of the 1648 club members left the Colonel's Mansion as soon as they had changed to own clothes. The time out is still in effect because their spouses had gotten information about what they used to do when they met at the mansion. Then Rolf had been away on holidays in Egypt and now he had some problems with his old job and the authorities about his huge bonuses. Once again Evelyn looked at Emma and said, "I must say that you will never regret that you preferred your marriage before letting those damn perverts use you as their slut." Then she looked at me and said, "You are the first real man in this damn town who dared to tell the truth to Rolf. I can promise the good Lord and all of you that I had never cheated my ex-husband Glenn either with Sven or anybody else if he had been like you. That's for sure." We could hear some disgust in Evelyn's voice when she told us, "My silly excuse for getting into this crap was my unhappy marriage and that I really believed Sven when he promised to divorce his wife and marry me but I can't understand how a clever woman in a happy marriage like you and Emma have got interested of those damn perverts." Emma began to cry and sobbed to me, "I want to go home. lease take me home." I did and we said goodnight. Evelyn and Rick did the same. Emma cried the whole way home and at home she sobbed about how ashamed she was for being so stupid and almost terminating our marriage. She sobbed and swore that Rolf had not said a single word about sex, only invited her for dinner and if he had succeeded in getting her to act as the, in her opinion, shameless slut Evelyn, she would have jumped into the lake on the Sunday morning. Once again she even swore that she had never had any intentions of cheating on me with Ronny. It's probably only Emma herself and the good Lord who knows her intentions with Ronny. But as long as I 'm sure that she had never cheated on me either with Ronny or with anybody else, she will be my lovely beloved wife. All marriages have their quarrels sooner or later and in my opinion it is much better to enjoy the advantages in a good marriage than search for nonexistent problems. On Sunday morning we had a long talk about what Evelyn had told us about what she had been persuaded to do at the Colonel's Mansion. We ended it by an agreement to leave the whole crap behind us. Then Emma asked me, "How come Michael is so interested in the historic society and in Rolf's secret 1648 club?" "Because it is his bobby. Some people collect stamps or coins or whatever they find interesting. Michael collects all kind of local information. Somebody calls it gossip but it is a very profitable hobby for him because most people are curious about those things. Many people jump into his office for some gossip and when Michael has them there, he even sells a car now and then to people who come to see him. Surprisingly many cars, indeed." Epilogue: Sven's wife dumped him three weeks after Michael's dinner and he tried to get Evelyn back, but she preferred Rick, whom she met during the dinner. Three months later she and Rick were living together. Rolf, Alice, Nina, Lena, Sven, Simon, Ronny, Eric, Allan and three others left the historic society during the fall and were replaced by serious people. Even I was invited to join them to take care of their marketing. I had several doubts but Emma persuaded me to accept it. A writer did a good job with the next play about the Lieutenant's entrance to the new world in Delaware. One of the girls in the historic society found out that there were rumors, which say that native people in Northern Scandinavia, Laplanders, might be in some way related to North American Indians. After some advertising we found several of them who were living within acceptable distances of our town who would be interested in joining the play. Of course, they are far from the huge savages the drunken sailor bragged about in the play last year, but who cares. The theater gang's Delaware trip was very successful, indeed. Now when the worst creeps had left the gang, both Emma and I found it okay to join that party. Though most of the time was spent in New York and Washington, we even saw the few memories of our presence as colonists in Delaware more than 350 years ago. The most famous is probably the old church in which those many missionaries we sent over there during all the years only succeeded in baptizing one Lenni Lennope Indian. We even took a short trip on a replica of the old ship "Kalmar Nyckel", which took our first colonists over the ocean to the new world. Emma's and my marriage has been back to the usual good level since we cleared out our problems and we have promised each other to do our very best to keep it there. The End.