56 comments/ 70037 views/ 6 favorites Ghost Hunting Husband By: Winterfrog Many thanks to Angel Love for editing this shory. * I did my best to neglect the strange feeling I had got during the last weekend when I had sex with my Lola, my wife since 15 years. Something was different, but I couldn't say what. Though we did as we used to do during the weekends, there was something different. I got the same feeling even the next Wednesday when we got a "quickie". I really did my best to find out what it was but could see anything new, unusual or strange neither in the bedroom nor with Lola. But the feeling was still there. It was a real mystery and I decided to find out what it was. The strangest fact in the whole matter was that the feeling got stronger when Lola and I was making love and then almost faded away when we rested afterwards. No doubt that it was Lola who caused me to feel it. Of course, there could be some very simple explanation to the whole matter why I decided to ask her if she had done something, which she had regarded so unimportant that she didn't care to tell me about it. I did it the next evening when our two kids were watching some pop program in the TV room and Lola and I sat in the living room reading the newspapers. "Have you got some problems at your job or somewhere because you've been so different in a strange way during the last week?" For a split second I noted an expression of fear in her face before she began to laugh and asked me, "What gives you such a stupid idea?" Now I understood that there was something which bothered her, why I continued, "Isn't better that you'll tell me if there is something? Two can solve a problem better than one, and sooner or later I will know it anyway." Once again a glimpse in her face told me a different thing than her mouth when she said, "If I got a problem, I had told you. Haven't we always shared our problems?" "Yes, and I hope we'll always do it." "Of course." We ended the conversation, but I knew for sure that something wasn't really as it used to be with her. My first thought was that she had been involved in some kind of economic problems she didn't wanted to tell me. She could hardly been into any gambling but maybe some stupid investment, which gone wrong or a loan to somebody who couldn't pay back. All our bank accounts can be checked via a safe Internet connection and when she went to bed before me, I checked them all. But everything was OK, which got me feeling very bad. Because if it wasn't because money, the next thing to suspect was something I always had thought only could happen to my friends and acquaintances but never to me. One thing was for sure; I had to find out the truth. Lola and I, Tommy Johnson had been married for fifteen years in what at least I regarded as a happy marriage. Lola had never said otherwise, why I was convinced that even she agreed about that. We had two nice kids, a twelve years old boy and a girl who was ten, a nice home in a Scandinavian county capital, pleasant social life with friends and relatives, fair jobs and no economic problems. No serious quarrels so far during our marriage and much less minor quarrels than most of our friends. Therefore it hit me as a lightening from a clear blue sky when I understood that only possible explanation to my strange feeling must be that she was cheating on me, especially because the feeling first appeared during our love making. One possible explanation was that she had felt guilt in some way that she couldn't hide to a hundred per cent. The main question from now on was why in the hell she had done that to me and with whom? The next day was a Friday and I began my "ghost lover hunting" with a visit at an electronic store. The shop assistant was a man in my age and I told him why I needed something. He suggested two units of a new model of a small sized Japanese sound operated digital voice recorder with a capacity of 24 hours. Not cheap, but useful things and the reason for two was that I could take my time for listening to one while the other was in action. The recorder was in the first hand for her car, which I used to wash and clean on Saturdays. Even I wasn't so stupid that I expected her to fuck in her small Toyota Yaris, but it was her private area where she could talk in her cell phone without anybody listening. Then at the same Friday evening some unknown man in China gave me the next clue. While reading the evening tabloid newspaper I found a short notice about a Chinese husband who had cached his wife with a lover and cut off the lover's penis. I read it for Lola and told her, "I will never shop his penis if I'll ever find out that you have a lover, only crush his balls, that's for sure." Once again she got the split second glimpse of fear in her face when she shouted, "Do you suspect me to have a lover?" "Why did you get so upset? Didn't I say IF I'd find, not WHEN I'll find your lover?" Now she screamed, "Because you are accusing me for cheating and got totally insane." "No, I'm not accusing you for anything but I'm surprised for your overreaction for my promise to punish some damn pussy-hound if I catch him between your legs. Haven't you always said that such assholes ought to be punished?" She rushed out from the room without any further comment and I understood that I could forget all thought about fucking her during that weekend. Lola was classy woman. She had a habit to always be well dressed in a feminine touch but not sexy in whorish way. At 39 she still was one of the most handsome women at the manufacturing company office where she worked. However, the time sets its tracks and though several of the younger girls there were more beautiful they hadn't Lola's appeal. She still used to be the most danced lady at their company parties. Her other qualifications were a quick mind and an ability to speak well at the meetings, why she had got promoted and nowadays did slight more money than I. The most strange fact in our present problems was that Lola had always hated adultery and skipped all connections on family level with one of my best friends who took back his wife after two months when she had left him for a soccer star. Lola refused to regard the poor cuckolded nice guy as anything else than a disgusting wimp. I knew that I had fell in a damn trap and only bad ways could lead me out from it. The worst way was that I found her lover, got him severely beaten, got into jail, lost Lola and the kids. The next bad solution was that I found the guy, persuaded Lola to skip their relation and forgive her. That wasn't much better because she would regard me and probably thereafter even treat me as a poor wimp. The less bad way out from the problem was to get Lola to skip her lover before I found him and pretend that there had never been any problems. But would I feel like man after taking such humiliation. Another serious complication was that Lola would hardly get involved in any cheating without having got in real love with that guy. If Lola had fell in love, one thing was for sure, she would do her best to keep him and if he was free even dump me and marry him. Next morning I washed her car and cleaned it very carefully on the inside, which I didn't do every Saturday. Among the old parking tickets in the ashtray I found an old receipt from a gas station at the opposite end of the town. The only items she had bought there was a bottle of shower gel and a bottle of Cola. The receipt said that the purchase was done 12.10 at the Tuesday the week before this week. There are several shops between her job and our home so why in the hell did she drive in opposite direction during her lunch for getting such items. The shower gel was of a brand we didn't use at home. The only possible explanation was that she had needed it very soon at the same day. 8 km further that road was a budget priced motel where the rumors says that many marriages had ended. I guessed that in the near future mine was one of them if I succeed to find the "ghost-fucker" I was searching for. Tuesday evening Lola tried to use humor for creating a better relation between us and said with a laugh, "Have you found my lover yet?" Instead of the simple 'no' she had expected, I replied, "Not yet my love, but birds are singing a sad song." Once again she couldn't hide her disappointment when she almost shouted, "What the hell do you mean by that?" "Nothing else than the truth. Thanks to your reputation as 'cheater hater' some anon rang me with gossip about you. I've begged to the God Lord that I'll find out that it is pure false rumors created by some damn asshole who envy our happy marriage." "And you are stupid enough to listen to such crap?" "I don't use to do that, but your strange behavior during the last time we talked about it have got me worried and why shouldn't a pussy hound brag about a great prey as you. Of course I really hope that it is only silly bragging without any substance." One thing was for sure; after saying that to her I was living in a very chilly marriage. Now I had "put ants in her head" and hopefully get her accusing "lover boy" for his big mouth. She knew that I suspected her but didn't know how much I knew and who had told me. On Saturday morning I cleaned her car and replaced the voice recorder with the empty one. When Lola and our daughter went to the supermarket, I listened to the recorder. She did only one phone call during the whole week. Not any useful news for me. Didn't get out to who she rang and neither the lover nor I was mentioned in the conversation, which was about a gift to somebody's birthday. The only thing of interest for me was that she complained about problems but didn't mention what kind of problems. We had one more Saturday evening without sex. I began to get fed up with the present situation in my marriage and wanted a solution in some way. Because she hadn't got into any of the usual cheating habits as; sexier dressing, overtime at the job, more girl's nights out, strange phone calls or anything like that, I couldn't see any way to get further with my tracking. I was hundred percent sure that she had an affair but she did it in so clever way that I still had not succeed to get any kind of real evidence. At Sunday morning I decided to take a heavy load of humiliation and give her the last chance to save our marriage. I said, "I've something very important to ask you. Could you please listen without interrupting me?" "Yes." "It is no secret that our relation is in a damn mess, I still love you so much that I will do everything what I can to save our marriage though I know for sure that you are cheating me. If you promise to terminate the relation with your lover and tell me who he is, I promise to forgive you and your lover and not hurt him in any way. I even promise that not ever mention anything about this matter if we got involved in any arguing in the future. This will be a hard step for both of us to take and it is probably the last chance for us to save our marriage. I will give you one hour to think about it. Please give me your 'yes' or 'no' within one hour." She looked at me in silence for a while before she said, "Nice try Tommy, but I don't need any hour because I neither have any lover nor something to confess. You can either love me or leave me. I begin to get so fed up with your accusations that very soon I will not care what you prefer to choose." Lola played a high game for keeping the marriage running until she found the right time to dump me. Though I was sure for a hundred per cent about her cheating, I even wanted to have some evidence before I filed for divorce and decided not to do anything before I had found out who the "ghost lover" was. I hided the now cleaned recorder in our living room and went out. First I took my car to a lake and took a walk around it on the small paths, which took me about two hours while I thought about Lola and me. We had been together for seventeen, in my opinion very happy years, fifteen of them as married. Now she had made it clear for me that she didn't care a shit about saving the marriage. We had met in a strange way. She was new in town and had a small ad in the local newspaper "New in town looking for friends" and some of my friends wrote a reply in my name because I was single again after several short relations. However, Lola wrote a reply to me, I rang her and we agreed to have a date. Obviously the date was a success because, as far I could see now, we were together in more than seventeen years. After a lunch in town I went to my job and parked the car. I'm working as a construction engineer at a real estate company and for the time being involved in a project of carefully restoring an old house in the city center. After working for several hours I felt that I needed a couple of drinks. I left a message at the job "Worked on Sunday, late on Monday" and went to one of my favorite pubs. More people there than expected a Sunday evening, several of them were acquaintances of mine, why we sat together and had a good time. Even the guy from the electronic shop who sold me my recorders were there. He came to me and asked how it had gone for me so far. When I told him about my limited success, he said he felt sorry for me and asked me about the make of my wife's cell phone. I told him what she had and he told me that was good for me because "Flexispy" a kind of Trojan could be installed to that phone, he wrote down the web address to the company in Thailand which sold that program. I thanked for the tip and bought him a whisky. I switched on my cell phone, which had neither got any voice nor any text messages from Lola, who obviously not cared a shit about where I've been the whole day. She pretended to sleep when I came home sometimes after midnight and didn't wake me up in the morning when she went up from the bed. I went up as soon as Lola had left for her job and as soon the kid had left for school I checked the recorder. Lola used to sit in her favorite chair in the living room when using her cell phone or the cordless phone from the kitchen. Better luck this time, she had rang and talked with her best friend Annie. To my great surprise she sounded as she was sobbing, at least when they began their chat, which lasted more than a half hour. Lola told Annie that I had turned her romantic love-story to a terrible mess. She and "My Friend" as she called him had decided to wait three months with the "final decision" about divorce and move together or quit the relation and forget everything. But somehow I had already found out some clue about it and had threatened to hurt him very bad if I found out who he is. After Annie's long reply Lola asked if she had told Dan something about her affair. Annie had obviously done that because Lola begged her get Dan to keep quit if I asked him. Lola even told her that I had offered her a fair agreement, but she had said "no thanks" because she refused to confess any cheating for the matter that she found out that "My Friend", wasn't better than me and not worth a divorce. . What a damn bitch. However, there were more to come. Lola asked Annie about how long her hot affair with "Monkey" had lasted. Obviously Dan didn't knew anything about the affair because Lola promised that she had never mentioned anything to anybody and promised to keep quite even in the future. The remaining time of their chat was female "mumbo jumbo" of no interest for me. I felt much better, and shouted at our wedding picture, "Now I'll nail you cheating bitch." During his younger days "Monkey" had played several years as goalkeeper in one of our first division's best soccer teams. He says to got the nickname after taking part in some silly and unsuccessful "banana slimming" sponsored by a ladies magazine. Says to be a "ladies man." with a tool of impressing size. Today at the age of forty he is a wealthy owner of one of the best hotels in town. Not any bad choice for a wife who wants "something on the side". I've known Dan since the school but I don't like him because he is a bragging nut and he did succeed to fuck my beautiful girlfriend when I was eighteen. The only reason to see him some times a year was that he was married to Lola's best friend and our kids were in the same age. I was sure that he had got a good laugh behind my back when Annie had told him about Lola's affair. But now it was my turn to pay back. I rang him at his job and began with friendly voice, "Hello my dear friend, how are you this beautiful morning?" "Fine thanks, and how are you Tommy? Can I help you with something?" "Yes you can, isn't just that friends are for? I know that Annie have told you about the latest gossip about Lola. Could you please tell me who is fucking her?" "You are, of course." "Yes, and who is the other guy?" "How should I know? Believe me, I have never even thought about her doing that. One thing is for sure; this time it is not I." "I don't accuse you, my dear friend, but I know that Annie knows all about it and I know that Annie and you never have any secrets, she must told you about Lola's affair." "No, I swear no, but I promise try to find out something and promise to call you when I know something." "So you refuse to tell me?" "For heaven sake, why should I care about who is fucking your wife? I've a wife of my own to care about, that's enough for me." "We can exchange some information, you tell me and I tell you." Dan began to laugh and said, "Nice attempt my friend, sorry that I don't have anything to tell you." If that jerk thought he could use me as a laughing stock, it was high time to pay back some old debts why I told him, "But I have. Lola told me that "Monkey" and Annie had a very romantic affair, which lasted two months. Did you poor prick know when he fucked her with his big dong? I can bet that you sat at home wanking while she was out doing that?" Dan hang on the phone. I begin to suspect that he dislikes me as much as I dislike him. I logged into the cell phone program supplier's homepage in Thailand, paid and downloaded the "Flexispy" program to her cell phone. Then I cleaned the memory in the recorder and hided it again. Before leaving the house I even wrote messages to the kids that dad had to be away for his work during the night, packed an overnight bag and left. I can't say I was feeling well, but at least better than yesterday. Nobody called me at the job while I was there and after I left for the day I went to the motel where I supposed that Lola been with her "My Friend". I booked a room for the night and found out that even I should bough a bottle of shower gel. Decided to rest for a while before going out for dinner, but only a few minutes later a furious Annie rang my cell phone and I took the call. I can't say that she was as polite as she used to be when she shouted at me, "Why in the hell did you damn creep do that to me?" "Who did what? Now she screamed, "You know what you did, you damn creep destroyed my marriage. Why did you do that to me?" "Don't blame me, blame Dan because the sad wimp tried to use me as a laughing stock when I asked him about Lola's cheating. I had to push his laugh back in his big mouth." "Dan went to "Monkey's" hotel and hit him so he is in hospital now and Dan has moved out from our house for living with his parents. Everything is your fault. Do you understand what you done? What are you going to do about it?" Why should I do anything about her problems but I tried to sound friendly when I told her, "There are solutions to all problems, please tell me about the damn ghost who is fucking Lola and I'll tell you more." "You silly snake, do you think I'm stupid? I hate your fucking whore to wife, but I hate you more than her and therefore you can hunt your damn ghost without my help." "One last question, I've always wanted to fuck you Annie. Can we do it now when we both are singles again?" Ghost Hunting Husband Her reply to that was very impressing, indeed. I could never imagine that this pretty woman had so many dirty words and expressions in her vocabulary. I had expected an angry call from Lola but to my relief, she didn't any attempt to connect me during the whole evening. I rang to Benny, my old pal from the army service for his suggestions about what to do if or when I found Lola's "My Friend". This night I had decided to use some the skills I learned during my army service. I didn't do my service in any "green beret" unit. Far from that, I was corporal and chief for a mobile gas station. Not much to brag about because Benny was the only man in my crew. Limited need for the mobile gas station during my service, why we spent most of the time with "maintenance" at our workshop in the garage area, which meant playing cards with guys from the transport unit. Benny was a funny guy; he had an unlimited source of connections that could fix almost everything. But one Thursday evening he had got serious problems, two real beauties invited us to spend the weekend with them in a summerhouse and Benny had promised to fix the booze. But none of us had any money. He told me to calm down and promised to show me how to solve such minor problems. We sneaked out at two in the night, went to a middle class area where he choose a house, succeed to open the entrance door lock with a simple trick, persuaded me to follow him into the house were a family was sleeping. To my great relief we found a bottle of Absolut, and two bottles of wine almost immediately in the kitchen cupboard so we could leave the house within a few minutes Back at the street again I swore that never do it again. But that night I had to do it again. Sneak into a house with sleeping people and do my errands. One advantage was that it was into my own house and I had a key. I parked at the public parking lot in our area, some distance from my house, got in and found Lola's cell phone in her handbag, took it to my den, checked it for numbers and messages but it was cleaned as usual, installed the Trojan, took the voice recorder from the living room and went out again. Back at the motel I listened to the recorder. Once again I had got bingo. I heard how Lola took a phone call, told the caller that I wasn't at home and that she neither knew nor did care where I were or when I came back. Then she continued with angry voice, "What the hell are you saying............ No. No, I have never said I word to him. ....... Didn't you hear what I said? ...... Are you accusing me to be a liar? ....... Is it my fault? ...... Did you call me damn whore? ....... You are totally mad, yes you are......... I've probably lost Tommy and you silly bitch are mourning about such creep as Dan. ....... I don't want to see you either." Hopefully Lola began to understand that there is a price tag on everything. But as late at Sunday morning she had obviously regarded her affair still worth the problems it had caused her until then, why she refused my kind offer to solve our problems. On the other hand, Lola's "My Friend" could be much better man for her than I had been and her relation with him would give her a quantum leap forward to a better life why she had no objections to terminate our, in her opinion, now unhappy marriage as soon as possible. Even that could be an explanation to her behavior. Nine o'clock the next morning I got bingo. I logged in to the site where the trojan program stored messages from Lola's cell phone. She had sent a text message, which read; " My Dear Love, I miss you very much and look forward to have you back in town again. We have problems because Tommy has heard gossips about me to have a lover, but he doesn't know anything about you. Please be careful because Tommy has promised to beat the lover if he finds out who he is. I love you very much and look forward to make love with you again. Lola," A check at the Telecom Company's home page told me that the number I was searching for was a secret number. I decided to try a simple trick and rang the number. A man replied with something that sounded as "Tom", which could even be short for Thomas and Tommy "Good morning Tom and congratulations, you have won a six month totally free membership card to our new well equipped gym. Could I have your name and address please and you'll get it in mail within a few days." "Your call is the third damn sales call this morning, so you can take your card and push it up somewhere." He hangs on. Obviously he was fed up with the increasing number of junk calls. I knew that I had got the bastard in the trap though I hadn't succeeded to close the door yet but it was only a question of time. During some errands for my job in the city, I even went to the court for some papers. Back at home after work I met and spoke to Lola for the first time since Sunday morning, but she wasn't happy to see me. Not at all, indeed. As soon she came home and met me in the kitchen, she began shouting, "Why in the hell did you threw that crap on Annie?" "I haven't done anything to Annie. I didn't ask her to fuck that "Monkey" or did I?" "How could you know that? Why did you tell Dan and why did you blame me for telling you about that?" "Because that silly creep Dan refused to co-operate with me and began to laugh about you cuckolding me. I had to push the laugh back in his big mouth. I mentioned you because I have to protect the real source, and why didn't you ever tell me about Annie? May I presume that you have many fucking secrets?" "You have got totally insane during the last time and I'm so fed up with your behavior that I'm going to see a divorce lawyer if you don't stop with that crap talk at once." "Good, it's the best thing you've said in a long time. I've got divorce papers from the court today and we can write them together this very evening." Obviously it was the first time since I asked her if something was wrong, she understood that her cheating had hurt my feelings for her so much that I was serious in my intentions to get divorce. Now she had got ash gray in her face when she asked me with a low voice, "Can't we calm down, both of us, before we are doing some something stupid that we will regret." "Why didn't you calmed down and thought about the consequences before you began fucking that damn Tom? And why did you say no to the kind offer I gave you at Sunday Morning. Why didn't you care though it was the last chance for you to save our marriage?" She had got white in her face when I mentioned Tom and now she began to sob when she asked, "What about our children and our home?" "We are not the first couple to divorce. Why don't you see it from the bright side? From now on you can fuck your damn Tom as much as you want, at least until I've crushed his balls." "You can't do that." "Of course I can. I've promised to do that and you ought to know that I use to keep my promises." She rushed out from the kitchen and into the bathroom with a scream. I went into the living room and began to write the divorce papers. After about fifteen minutes she came in to me and asked, "Did you say that you intended to damage Tom's testicles?" That question put me on alert and I saw that she had a strange bulb between the breasts in her bra under her blouse. I understood that it was her cell phone, which she used to record our talk. I replied with a friendly voice, "Excuse me, but I regret to say that I don't have the slightest idea who this Tom is and why in the heaven should I hurt him?" "You told me that you knew about him." "Why should I know about him?" "Because you suspected me to have an affair with him." "An affair? I cad hardly believe that you have an affair?" She understood that I was making a farce of her attempt to get evidence against me if I did something to Tom. She left the living room again and I went into my den where I stayed the whole evening. I logged in to my side at the cell phone side again and found that she had got a message from her lover and sent one to him. Toms message, "Darling Lola, I've missed you as hell during my week here with Cecilia. I've been dreaming about your sweet pussy every night and look forward to see you again. In my humble opinion Tommy is a wimp with big mouth and no action. But don't say a word to anybody until we've made our great decision. Yours for ever, T." Lola's message, " Darling, our affair went out of my control. Tommy is not any wimp, he have promised to hurt you and he will do that if get a chance. He wants divorce and is writing divorce papers at this very moment. He crushed my best friend's marriage today because he knew bout her affair. My love to you has terminated my marriage and now it is your turn divorce Cecilia. Lola." That damn ghost began to get visible though I still didn't more than his first name or pet name but now I was sure to succeed. Lola was sleeping when I went to bed. Next morning she refused to sign the divorce papers I had written during the evening. I didn't care because I would get the divorce after six months doesn't matter she agreed or tried to fight it. I mailed them to the court. At the job I told my problems about Tom to my secretary, she promised to help me and rang his number and put the phone into hands-free mode so even I could hear both of them. When Tom replied with "Tom", she asked him, "Did you say Tom, it is Jennifer. Give the phone to Eric, I wan to talk to him at once." "No Eric here." "So he doesn't dare talk with me. Please tell that coward that if he is not talking with me in thirty seconds I'll fix a date and go out tomorrow evening with somebody else. What about you? You sound sexy, what are you doing tomorrow?" "Sorry, I did my best but Eric refuses to take the phone. Tomorrow will great, shall we say at seven in Grand's bar? OK? How can I recognize you?" "OK for a date. I'm tall blond and slim but I can only see you at daytime. I have a key to a friend's apartment in the city where we can be if you are OK. I didn't catch who you are, obviously not any of Eric's co-workers." "I'm Thomas Westman, two outside Grand will be OK. I'm coming in a black BMW." "See you then" The damn horny bastard went straight in our trap and even pretended to have an "Eric" besides him. At last I had found the ghost and now it was easy to get further information about him. He is married to a schoolteacher and his son is the same soccer team as mine. He is a self-employed real estate agent and probably making good money because he is driving an expensive BMW and lives in a big house. As far as I could remember he was rather average looking man in his early forties. Benny had suggested a well-deserved punishment for him but we had to wait for a while until he got into new relations with more suspects. Lola had not got any reply from him on her text message, why she had rang him twice, without any reply and sent a new text message. "Darling, please call me as soon as possible, Lola." My guess is that her last message chilled down his feelings for her to a very low level. His "great love" for Lola was nothing else than an extra, very nice, pussy on the side and she had been silly enough to believe his bullshit about "great love". Lola and I had nothing to say each other's during the evening. I checked her cell phone in my program and found that she had done two new failed attempts to call him and sent him one more text message. "Darling, call me at once. Lola" I could not help, but I felt sorry for her. She had fell as a log for that asshole, who didn't gave a shit for her now when she got problems. Next morning I suggested her to move out from the bedroom until one of us left the house. She accepted without any objections. She didn't look happy at all for her new freedom, why I tried to cheer her up a little and told her that an acquaintance of mine, Thomas Westerman who had a son in the same soccer team as our's was working as real estate agent and I could call and ask him if he could fix something for her. Lola didn't like my kind suggestion, not at all, but got the message that I knew her lover. Of course, teasing her was a nasty thing to do, but compared with the two marriages she had crushed so far I found it as rather innocent. When I checked her cell phone traffic at lunch, there were no new text-messages but six failed call to his cell phone and six short calls to his office and two calls to a school. Obviously his interest for her was down to zero. At Friday morning I got a phone call from Cecilia Westerman, who told me she was married to Thomas Westerman , who had a an affair with my wife." "Yes I know that and I was wearing his clothes I would leave the town in a damn hurry." "Do you know that your wife lost all her common sense when she visited him at his office yesterday after her work and did threw a printer in his face so he had to go to the hospital and get the wound sewn with five stitches?" "No, I think she was sleeping when I got home rather late. She didn't say anything during the breakfast today." "However, I would like to talk with you about our problems. Shall we say seven o'clock at Grand's bar today?" "Why not? Seven will be OK." I was there right in time and as I had a seen her with her soccer kid, I found her immediately. She was a rather good-looking woman somewhere around forty. Her clothes were chosen with a good taste and she gave an impression of successful businesswoman. I offered her a drink, which she accepted. We began with small talk and after awhile she told me that she had a room at the hotel and suggested us to go there for a negotiation without public. I accepted. In her room we sat down at the small table and she began, "How long have you known?" "I've suspected it for some weeks but didn't know with who before the day before yesterday. And you?" "Yesterday after your wife's hullabaloo at his office." I told her that I had filed for divorce and asked her about her plans, which were divorce as soon as possible. But she was against all kind of violence and told me that yesterday at Thomas office she had heard Lola screaming about what I intended to do to him. She asked me, "Is that correct?" "I will ever confess anything until I'm shown watertight evidence about my guilt and I'm sure that I'm not the only man who want and can do something to him." "Probably not though he is swearing that your wife was the first and the last he ever fucked on the side." "That is nonsense. I had my secretary to pretended to have dialed wrong number and he began almost immediately persuade her to have a date with him." "Can I persuade you to skip your plans about hurting him if I give you a better suggestion about what we can do with him?" I said tell me, and she told me that she was against all kind of violence why what Lola did yesterday was enough of that. When they married. Her parents had paid most of their house and his business and almost everything of what they owned was written on her why he wouldn't get anything at all. She even demanded custody of their son, but with the usual right for Thomas to have him some weekends. Hard rules, indeed, but he deserved them. Then she continued, "If you accept to my suggestion I even want you to stay with me in this room tonight because I don't want to lie when I tell him that you and I spent the night together. What we have done and where you prefer to sleep in the bed or the sofa is our secret. Are you with me?" Her suggestion took me with surprise and it must hurt him as hell during several years to be totally cleaned and almost thrown out to the street without anybody feeling sorry for him, which they had done if I had beaten him. I accepted and told her that I intended to sleep in the bed. She gave me a sweet smile and took a bottle of Champagne from her overnight bag. We drank it during pleasant small talk and when the bottle was empty Cecilia told me that she intended go to the bed. She began with stripping off her skirt, top, and pantyhose and stood beside her side of the bed in only a small sexy black bra and black panties. Then she told me that bra was rather uncomfortable why she took it off and showed very nice breast. She could not avoid see the big bulge in my pants and gave me a warm promising smile before she got in under the blanket. My clothes were off in seconds before I vas in my bed with only my boxer shorts on. She switched off the light and asked me if I wanted "a good night hug", which I did and it could only lead further to one thing. Only a few minutes later we were naked with me between her legs. It was over seventeen years since I had fucked some other women than Lola and Cecilia was wet and a little tighter than she. I did my best for get it lasting until Cecilia got her orgasm before I let my load go in her. Even though I didn't had much to compare I understood that Cecilia was a great fuck and that Thomas must be weird if she wasn't good enough for him or had Lola been much better to him than she used to be with me. We had one further, even better fuck during that night and agreed to have a new date as soon as possible, which was the next Wednesday because she went to see her sister during the weekend. Lola didn't ask me where I spent the night when I came home at Saturday morning but invited me for dinner and a talk about how to fix our practical problems at the evening. I told her that it was OK at Sunday because some of my friends wanted to cheer me up and had promised to take me out at the evening. They had booked a table at a hotel with a high-class dance band. We had a good time there and to my great surprise I found that even a very sexy dressed Annie was there with three friends. Though I didn't give my chances to get a dance with her many percent, I went to her table and asked her. She hesitated for a while before she accepted. It was a slow tune and she danced very close to me. I offered her a drink in the bar and we had some kind of "peace talk" there. Dare and win has always been the best choice. So even that evening, because she said, "yes" when I asked her to save the last dance for me. I was confused. It was my fault that Dan had left her and she ought to hate me as hell but for some reason accepted the last dance. She kept what she had promised and danced so close to me that I couldn't avoid to get a real hard on, which got her teasing me with kisses on my cheeks. The last dance ought to mean that she allowed me take her home. She did and I did hope that my good luck would continue even at her place. That evening she was sexy as hell and I didn't give a shit if her real reason with me was to get even with Lola. Both Annie and I had filed for divorce and were free to do whatever we wanted. As soon as we in her house she gave me a hug and said with a sensual voice, "You horny bastard told me that you wanted fuck me and I've envied Lola and wanted you for a long time. Here we are and it's ´now or never' because tomorrow will be too late." "I got it." She came closer and squeezed my stone hard cock outside my pants, took my hand and dragged me into her bedroom, pushed me down on her bed, took out my cock and licked it with the tip of her tongue before she sucked most of it into her mouth and throat. She was good at that, damn good. When I began to fear loosing the control of my tool, she interrupted and whispered, "My turn lover boy." Obviously she had promoted me from "bastard" to "lover boy" and I didn't wanted to get her disappointed. I laid her down very carefully, took off her shoes, skirt, top and bra. Then I caressed her breasts, kissed her hard nipples. I let her keep her stay up stockings but took off her panties before I gave her clit a tender licking until she began wriggling forth and back in the bed. She continued her wriggling during the few seconds it took me to throw away my own clothes before I mounted her. After intensive fucking for less than ten minutes she began to scream and when I felt that she was on top, I let it go deep in her pussy. Ghost Hunting Husband She laid down totally exhausted for a while before she began to kiss me and said that Lola must have lost all her common senses for cheating me with such a worthless jerk as that Thomas. Annie mixed exotic drinks for us between every time we fucked and she was really great at that. I told her that I began to have hot feelings for her but she said, "Please don't do that because I have a date with 'Monkey' tomorrow and I guess that he will propose and if he does I will say 'yes' and be a faithful wife. But this night is ours and let's do it to an unforgettable memory." We did, and I swear that I will never forget that "glory night". Lola didn't comment when I came home after breakfast on Sunday and went to my bed for a satisfied man's well-earned good sleep. My parents refused to choose any side in Lola's and mine problems and had made it clear that they intended to keep good relations with both of us. They took care of our children that evening and night we had our dinner. Even Lola had made her at her best and I was flattered of having the opportunity to have three evening with three so beautiful women. Of course, with Lola, sex was out of question. The meal was great with pleasant small talk, mostly about our children. Then Lola asked if I had sent in the divorce papers to the court and the reason. I told her that the reason didn't matter nowadays and I had written "drifted apart". Then I told her that I wanted to share everything 50/50 including shared custody of the children. I even told her it was my hope that one of us could afford to keep the house so the children could have their base here but be with the other parent as much as they wanted. She had no objections to my conditions and I accepted her conditions that never use our children against the other parent and no screaming and shouting in their presence. Then she asked, "What are you going to do to Thomas?" "You hit him rather hard and Cecilia doesn't have any intentions to bill you for the damage you did to her property. Her lawyer says that Thomas will be as poor as a mouse in the church when they are finish with him. He doesn't own a shit of their property, no part of their house, no savings, not the BMW not even his bicycle. Everything is bought with company money and all shares in the company are Cecilia's private property. Beating Thomas today would only be of advantage for him." "How well do you know Cecilia?" "Very well, indeed." "Any chance you will forgive me and cancel the divorce?" "The last chance was last Sunday morning though it hurt me as hell even then and when you didn't need to think more than a few seconds before dumping me, I felt as you had pushed a dagger in my heart. I'm sorry Lola, you are a great woman in many ways and I will miss you as hell but I regret to say that I cant live with you after all the pain you caused to me." Lola told me that she understood me and she was sorry that her stupid affair had caused eleven people, six adults and five children to pay a high price. Lola cried for a while before she said that she regretted it very much and I did believe her. She never told me her reason for having her affair with Thomas, neither how it began nor what they did. The only thing she said about it was that it was a damn silly mistake and she regretted it as hell. If she regretted because I succeed to find it out and had her to pay a high price or because she found out that his only reason for the affair was getting some extra pussy on the side of his marriage. Hadn't been for the advanced voice recorders and that her cell phone was of a make and model which was compatible with the Thai trojan program I doubt that I ever had found out Lola's secret lover. I took away the recorder from Lola's car and cleaned her cell phone from the trojan-program. Then I even rang Benny and blew off the planned action against Thomas. Benny's part in it had been to fix me a watertight alibi that I had been elsewhere when Thomas had got problems. Two weeks later she found a nice apartment and left the house. She gave me a very fair offer to buy her out from the house, which I accepted. Cecilia and I have continued our dating and fucking, which still is very good, but to our great disappointment our kids didn't get well together. No way to think about moving together in one of our houses. Thomas has left town for an office job at his brother's construction company. I kept my word and never met him after his affair with Lola. Annie and "Monkey" are together again and Cecilia and I have been invited to a party they will at his hotel to celebrate their "moving together" in his apartment. A friend of mine who has good relations with both Lola and me told that Lola wasn't happy at all when she heard about my dating with Cecilia and had rang an angry call to Annie about what she thought was Annie's seducing me for my night with her. If she had asked me I had told her the truth that I was eager as hell to have that night. Today my relation with Lola is very correct. Our talk is usually limited to be about our children. But one day she asked me if we were even after I had began dating Cecilia and spent a night with Annie. I told her that there were not any kind of thoughts about revenge involved in my dating and the simple truth was that once in the time I was spoiled with great sex in a good marriage but as a single middle aged man I had to be thankful for anything I could get. She looked me straight in my eyes, gave me a "Mona Lisa smile" and replied, "You can be a very spoiled man again, and you know how to be that." "Thanks for the tip." "Please remember it." I knew that Lola was serious about her attempts to get me back. She have told a friend of ours that she will wait for me in at least three years and not date anybody during that time doesn't matter what I'm doing during that time. But a reunion with her is out of question, at least for the time being. However, when asked about the future I use to say that Doris Day was right when she once in the time sang her hit, "Que Sera Sera, Your future can no one see, Que Sera Sera."