41 comments/ 109217 views/ 8 favorites Her Secret Text Messages By: Winterfrog Many thanks to Techsan for editing this story. * An old saying says, "Some engagements end happy and others with marriage." For eight years after my marriage I was convinced that I was a lucky guy who had succeeded in finding the perfect combination of happiness and marriage. Then I had serious doubts. My wife Ellinore and I were a couple with quite different backgrounds but few cared about such things in our small Scandinavian town. She was the only child to a local businessman usually operating in the gray zone between legal and illegal investments, which now and then sent him to some "necessary vacations" at government ruled places. Living in a nice big house, Ellinore was a popular party girl during her time in our local high school and she held wild parties, especially when her father was away a few weeks enjoying the hospitality of the government. I never attended any of her parties and I can't remember that I was ever invited to any of them either. I am David Hamilton, without any connection to the famous noble Hamilton family in this country. I joined the biker club as soon as I turned 16 years old, gained my motorcycle driving license and used all my savings from summer jobs and birthday gifts to buy a used 125 cm Kawasaki (here one must be 18 for bigger bikes), which didn't make my parents happy at all. Of course we bikers, even we juniors, had our own, rather wild, parties so I never cared about the brats and their parties. Though the local biker club had no connection to any of the famous international biker clubs, even we somehow got a rather bad reputation, an advantage in some matters and a problem in other matters. I continued my economic education after the local high school and ended up as accountant at one the long named international accounting companies and made fair money there. My only problem was that I had still not met "Miss Right" when I celebrated my 27th birthday. Several "Miss Half Right" had passed by my life but that wasn't good enough for me. Ellinore was a bright minded girl and through her intensive partying she had succeeded in studying to teacher and got a job in our hometown. Then she made an unexpected discovery. Though she had been very popular at school and always surrounded by her admiring brat friends, now when they were interested about girlfriends for serious relationships, none of her old upper class admirers had any interest in a serious relationship with a party girl like her. Of course, her old brat friends wanted to date her but only behind their pretty girlfriends' backs and for one single reason, which she refused to accept. She found some serious admirers, none of them real bingo but the longest lasting of them had resulted in a distant relationship for three years before both of them found out that it was only a waste of time. After an "Inner Wheel" meeting some of the girls had gone out for more gossip at the pub and after a good supply of wine one of them had said, "It's a pity that three pretty members are still singles. Can't we do something?" The others had agreed that they could and a simple plan was created and decided. One week later two other singles and I, all of us members in "Round Table", got an invitation to three blind dates. All of us accepted the simple conditions of dating three girls and one more date with each girl who wanted a second date and thereafter it was up to ourselves to fix dates. Only a few days later we went out for our first dates. My first date wasn't a big hit. I did my best to be polite during the evening and felt a great relief when I said good night to the rather beautiful but obviously stupid girl who had talked about her clothes most of the time, no matter how I tried to get other topics into the conversation. A few days later I had my second blind date. The girl was Ellinore, "the party bitch". She recognized me from school and greeted me with, "Hi, tobacco. Nice to see you. What a great surprise." Her reason for naming me "tobacco" was that one Count Hamilton was famous for his tobacco and Ellinore obviously didn't remember my first name. I couldn't deny that it was a surprise to meet the most courted party girl from our school days at a blind date fixed by her friends. It must have been a bit embracing for her to date a guy whom she totally ignored at school so I said, "I don't care a shit about what we did during the past. The present time is much more interesting, in my humble opinion." Ellinore agreed and to my great surprise she was a bright minded and easygoing girl and I can't deny we had a pleasant date. The third blind date was almost as pleasant as with Ellinore. She was a newly divorced very cute girl with a bright smile. I didn't asked about the reason for her divorce and she didn't mention anything about her marriage. Two of the girls, Ellinore and the divorcee wanted a second date with me. I didn't say "no thanks" to two great dates. The date with Ellinore went very well and we decided to date again. Even the other date was okay and we exchanged phone numbers. At my third date with Ellinore we went to see a new film and after that ended up in my apartment for tea or something. I can't remember because as soon as we had closed the door both of us got the same idea and began intensive open mouth kissing while we took the few steps to my bedroom. Within less than a minute we were naked in my bed. She was wet, very wet, indeed and whispered in my ear "come to me". I did and though she was surprisingly tight in her pussy I had no problem pushing my stone hard cock into her well-lubricated pussy. I did it slowly, which got her exited and begging for more. Obviously she was satisfied with the size because when almost everything was in her, she began to moan, "Enough, enough, I can't take more." Everything had happened so fast that I had forgot to put on a condom. When I made slight attempts to interrupt our tender lovemaking she held me in a hard grip. I knew that was like some kind of gambling with unknown odds but after a while the pleasure was much stronger than the senses and I didn't care about the consequences. We let it go to intensive orgasms for both of us, she first and I a few seconds later. Afterwards it was time to think about the risks. She comforted me by saying that her period ended only two days ago and in this country we have free abortion. The risk for HIV in hetero intercourses among average people was still rather limited in those days. Three months after our first date I had found out that Ellinore was the "Miss Right" I've been looking for and we were living together in a rented three room apartment. Two years later we bought a house, married and she got pregnant. Our first child was a boy and eighteen months after him we had a girl. The Inner Wheel ladies dating service was a real bingo with new spouses for all three of their single members. We had ten good years together before I began to see small signs of problems. Though each of them was negligible, together they created a pattern. Of course, I asked Ellinore if something had turned wrong in our marriage, which she denied. I did my best to find out her problem but failed to find any clue. No family quarrels or different opinions in important matters, all of us were in good health. Both Ellinore and I had good jobs and fair economy. Before beginning to fear the worst, I told her that I suspected that she had some kind of problems and asked if it had any connection to what she had done in the past. I told her that whatever it might be, I wouldn't care a shit about things that happened before we met. Obviously it wasn't anything from the past because she became furious and shouted that I had turned crazy and began to see ghosts in the daylight. Crazy or not crazy, I wasn't so stupid that the answer wasn't clear and I understood I had problems in my marriage. I didn't know what problems or what would happen, but now I was hundred percent sure that sooner or later something would happen that would bring our problems up to the surface. My questions had made Ellinore more cautious about giving me any clues. No sexy dressing, no "girl nights out" with new friends. I'm sure she left her cell phone at home on purpose a few times when she went out so I could see that it was totally clean. The trap was so obvious that I didn't touch it. Ellinore's father had moved his business to the national capital where he succeeded in remaining on the outside of the low fences of the open jails he used to visit now and then in the old days. Hardly because he had turned into some saint but more because our legal system, especially in the capital area, had turned so inefficient that petty con-men like my father nowadays could feel free to do their "business" and prosper without any unwanted questions from disturbing authorities. All coins have two sides and when we took a drink, my father in-law used to complain that he missed the useful "business connections" he used to have during his visits at the government ruled places. However, our children did love their grandfather and he was a very good grandfather to them. He had a nice summer house at the large archipelago outside our capital and used to invite our family to spend one or two weeks there every summer when he and his young common law wife used to be abroad. So it happened even this year. This year we spent the two first weeks in August there in his house and had a good time due to the sunny and warm weather this year. As usual during our vacations, Ellinore and I shared all domestic matters and it worked fine. Everything went fine; even our sexlife was good and I began to hope that our problems were over. But then one day something happened, which made me suspicious again. Our small island had neither a shop nor a restaurant, so we now and then used to take the motorboat for dining at a restaurant on a larger island a short distance from our place. Only a few days before going to the holidays Ellinore had bought a new cell phone with a five mega-pixel camera. She used to play with it and did so even now sitting in the cuddy. I was steering the boat, standing just outside the cuddy and saw her very well through the open skylight when I heard the signal from incoming text-message and saw the bright smile on her face when she read it. During the dinner I asked her, "I think you got a text-message. Was it from anybody I know?" She got a fearful look for a split second before she shouted, "Have you turned crazy again? I haven't got any damn message! What the hell is the matter with you?" "Is my innocent question really a reason to get pale and so damn upset?" The children shouted, "Don't start arguing." Ellinore said with a soft voice, "Sorry for overreacting." She knew that I'm far from stupid and after that incident she never again played with her phone when sitting near me and refused to let me take pictures of her and the children with the phone when I suggested doing that. However one hour later she gave me the phone and asked me to take the pictures. I asked her, "Are you sure that all compromising messages are deleted now?" She took immediately back her phone and didn't say a word to me during the day and the evening. Now I knew for sure that she was up to some crap but I had no evidence of any kind. Our chilly relationship became much worse the next day when we took the boat to the larger island for shopping. She had her phone and purse in an open bag in the cuddy and stood outside steering the boat. I was sitting beside her when our girl asked me to give her a band-aid. While in the cuddy getting one for the girl, I heard the incoming message signal from Ellinore's phone and thought "now or never, I'll see one of her damn secret messages." But she saw what I did and jumped in after me, succeeded in taking the phone, rushed out and the phone fell into the water and was lost forever. She claimed that it was an accident but I'm sure she was so desperate that she threw it into the sea to avoid me seeing the incoming message. I had no interest in arguing with Ellinore for the time being so I just told her to contact the insurance company that handled all insurance for our family. She mourned for a while about all the pictures, which went into the sea with the phone. Back home again I would begin to work the next week but Ellinore had one holiday week left, which was perfect for me. As Ellinore had no cell phone for the time being, hopefully she would use our home phone, which was perfect for me. Some weeks before we went to her father's summerhouse I had bought a recorder, which taped all incoming and outgoing calls. But as it hadn't given any information about Ellinore's secrets I had disconnected it. As soon as we were back home from the island, I had it activated on the line again. She is bright minded enough to understand that I was suspecting something and if she had a lover but still regarded me as her first choice, she ought to have cut off all connections with him at once and not use our home phone. If she had done that, it would have been very difficult, probably impossible for me to collect any evidence against her. On Monday morning I went to work and Ellinore said she had many things to do that day. Back home after work she told me that she had been to the insurance company about her lost cell phone and they had told her that probably it would not be any problem for her to get it replaced within a week or so. She had promised to help the neighbor's wife with some advice about a birthday party and went there. As soon as she had left, I began to listen to the recorder. Her first call after I had left for my job was to somebody who replied with, "Robert." "Hi, it's Ellinore. Can you talk?" "Hi, darling. Not now. I'll call you later during the day." "I've lost my cell phone, so you have to call my home number. Not between twelve and two and not after four. Bye, Robert." "I got it. Bye, darling." My first clue that she had something to do with a Robert. Then she got calls from three of her female friends and their chat was mumbo jumbo without mentioning a Robert. Then Robert rang her. "Ellinore." "Hi, my sweet love. Now we can talk. Why haven't you replied to my latest messages?" "Because I don't have a cell phone. I had to throw it into the sea when David got suspicious and tried to take it to read your message. Oh, my darling, I've been waiting for your call." He sounded a bit worried when he asked, "Did he see the message? Have you told him about what we have planned?" Then she told him, "No, but he got suspicious when he heard the signals of incoming text messages, which I refused to show him. Have you told Linda about our plan yet?" "Not yet. I will and I want to do that as soon as the moment is right. By the way, I've good news for you because on Wednesday next week I'll be in your town so we can talk about that great pleasure. Have you any suggestions for the Wednesday?" "Oh, my darling, I love you so much. What about a lunch fuck in my bed and then a couple of hours at your hotel after I get off my work?" "Sounds great, very great, indeed. I'm stone hard already when I think about your sweet pussy and your tight ass. It's the sweetest pussy I ever licked." "I'm already dripping wet when I'm thinking about your big hard cock. It is the best cock I ever sucked." After some further mumbo jumbo they ended their chat and I decided to end my marriage. What a damn bitch. She had only sucked me once a year as a birthday gift and threatened me with divorce if I demanded to fuck her ass. I wasn't interested in her ass but denying me getting sucked off and obviously giving this pussy hound as much cock sucking as he wanted made me furious and sick. When I came back to my common sense again, I decided wait to the next Wednesday before I confronted them. Though Ellinore carefully deleted all information about incoming and outgoing calls at the display, the numbers were available on my customer page at the telecom company. I got his cell number and even a number to the office at his work Thereafter it was a piece of cake to find out that he was: Robert Hanson, 31 years old, married to Linda Hanson, 29 years old, two small daughters in the marriage and a son from an earlier relationship living with his mother. Hanson's wife owned a house and their address. He owned a sales company that worked on commission of a big company. Hanson sold welding equipment and was living in a town about 210 kilometers from us, which meant that he couldn't sneak away for a quickie during an average evening. As far as I could see, he had a rather lousy economy with big debts. His wife worked part time as secretary at their local court. I had always thought that Ellinore and I had a much happier family than many others whom we knew. Several of our acquaintances used to say that they envied us but obviously that didn't mean anything to her because she preferred a younger "boy toy" with a big cock, if her description of his size was correct and not only flattery. Ellinore was rather surprised because I didn't make any attempts to have sex on Friday evening and even more surprised when I ignored her even on Saturday evening. She did make some lame attempts on Sunday morning but seemed to skip it when I told her that I didn't feel well. That was true; her disgusting phone calls with Robert and the failed marriage made me feel lousy. Her last call to Robert from our home phone was on Monday and their plans remained as they had decided a week before. Wednesday morning I woke her early, pretended that she was a whore and fucked her hard without any kissing or foreplay, which left her sobbing for a while. Then she had a very worried look on her face when I didn't go to my work, which was a serious obstacle for her lunch sex plans. She asked, "Have you got some problems you ought to tell me?" I had expected that question and planned a reply with a bluff about a faked friend, "No, not at all. An old army pal Kent, a policeman, is still on vacation and will be here in town today for a kind of private business meeting. I've promised to help him and I would like you to help us in a special matter if necessary." She looked worried and replied, "Why me? I'm not a police." "It is not any police job. He was hired to watch a cheater who lives at our town hotel and he will have hidden mini-cameras there. If the cheater brings a slut to his room, my job is to find out her identity, but you know many more women in town than I do and we would appreciate your help if I fail to find out who she is." Now she was ashen gray when she replied, "You ought to know that I can't do a such thing. What would people say?" I went on, "Nobody will ever know anything. It would be great if we had lunch together so you can meet my friend. A nice guy, indeed." "No, thanks, I have other important things to do today. Maybe some other time." "What important things?" "Not your business." "Many thanks for your kind hospitality to our guests." Now she was angry and shouted, "So, your damn friend is more important to you than my job. We have a planning conference at school after ordinary time that will last at least a couple of hours, maybe longer. Remember that I will be late today." She left without any further discussion. She didn't dare to take Robert home and hopefully did not dare to go to his room at the hotel. There was a slight possibility that she could see through my bluff but even in that case she would understand that I was after Robert and her. Her great day had suddenly turned to be a bit less great. I had booked service for my Audi A6 and the car company let me borrow a silver metallic VW Golf during the day. At lunchtime I was overlooking the parking lot where Ellinore had her car. I was curious about what she would do now when sex in our bedroom and Robert's hotel room were out of question for them. I hoped they would let the sex wait until after her job. Her Secret Text Messages She came out from the building, took her car and drove away to a small restaurant at the other end of town instead of the restaurant where the teachers usually preferred to have lunch instead at the school. She parked and went in but as Robert's car wasn't at the parking lot, I waited outside to give her time to order her meal. Then I saw him coming, so I went in and sat down at her table. My lovely beloved wife wasn't happy at all to see me there. She almost shouted, "You? What are you doing here? "Having lunch and you?" She didn't reply because Robert was standing at our table and asked, "May I sit down?" I looked at him and said, "It's okay for me if you and my wife are acquaintances." Now he understood the weird situation and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, what a stupid mistake. I thought you two were from a company I visited yesterday. But you are real look-alikes, yes you are, indeed." Her lover boy was a rather good-looking guy, though slightly feminine and a little smaller than me. I could hardly believe that this guy really wanted to divorce and marry a woman who was six years his senior and eight years older than his own wife. Ellinore didn't look happy at all though she had seen her lover. I told her, "Funny faggot, indeed. I saw him at the hotel driving away in a car with signs for some welding business. Do you know him?" "Me? Why should I know some welder?" "Because you told me you had some important things to do during the lunch and when he wanted to sit down I almost feared that you wanted to buy a welding robot." "I don't know if he is funny, but I know that you are not funny at all with your silly jokes. It was a meeting for a headmaster job but it will be held tomorrow instead. How about your cheater hunting? Where is your important friend?" "He had to do some work and the cameras are working surprisingly well but I've not seen any slut pictures yet." Before she left, she said, "Don't forget that I have a meeting and will be late today. Don't forget to take care of the kids." Ellinore left her job for the day at the usual time and drove to a supermarket where she parked. Robert came a few minutes later, picked her up and they went towards the next town. I was sure they were going to the motel outside that town, which was a popular place for discrete cheating. I rang Ellinore's cell phone and told her, "Sorry to disturb you but I have an important matter to discuss. Are you at the school?" She sounded irritated, "No, I'm on the moon. Of course I'm at the school. Where else?" "Very funny, indeed, because I'm here at the school and there are no teacher cars at the parking lot, not even yours." "How stupid can you be? When I say I'm at the school, it means that I'm working for the school and it doesn't matter wherever we are sitting for the time being. Don't you understand that?" "No." She ended the call and didn't take any further calls from me. Then I put my cell phone in secret mode so my number wouldn't be visible on Linda Hanson's display and when I saw Robert turn to the motel, I pushed the button. She replied almost immediately and I told of my errand, "I'm calling you on behalf of the local anti-prostitution committee. We have an infamous motel under observation and regret to say that your husband Robert Hanson, if he drives a black V70 with number FUL 675 and painted with a sign for a welding tool company just arrived here together with a well-known part-time prostitute. Please call him and get him to stop it; otherwise I must seriously warn you against having sex with your husband in the future without using a condom." Robert went into the reception and Ellinore remained in the car. I parked next to her, dragged up her door and shouted, "So that is the important school meeting. I didn't know that ass-fucking with a damn pervert welding faggot was a school matter." I gave her the divorce papers and shouted again, "Sign these papers and you are free from me to fuck that damn ass licking feminine faggot as much as you want." She was shocked and began to cry hysterically but didn't open the envelope with the papers. Now Robert was coming out from the reception, obviously upset and speaking in his cell phone. I don't think he saw me until he was only five meters from the car. I was ready to meet him with a simple but efficient tactic. He held up his hands in some kind of peace signal and tried to begin explaining the matter of why I found him and my wife at a motel. I took a quick run towards him, hit him hard in the belly with my right fist and kicked his balls so he fell down on his knees in pain, shock and. surprise. Obviously he was used to talking himself out of problems but we old bikers used to prefer action more than talk. Then I opened the door to the backseat of his car, dragged him partly into the seat and gave his face such hard treatment with my fists that even his wife would have difficulties recognizing him when he was back home. Thereafter I pushed and dragged him to the floor between the seats so he was less visible from outside and closed the car door. Ellinore was still crying hysterically but didn't make any attempt to sign the papers, which didn't matter a shit because it's enough if one part of a marriage wants divorce and signs the papers. She could fight the conditions but not the divorce. But she could hardly win anything further because I had suggested shared custody of the children and everything of value split 50/50. Now I spoke to Ellinore in a normal voice and said. "I hope you are happy now when you've got the man you've been dreaming about. Feel free to do whatever you want to do with him. I would suggest taking him to the room he obviously booked here and let him rest for a while before you begin giving him that great sex you never gave to me." I closed the car door on her side and left for home. Ellinore didn't come home that evening. I rang our relatives in town and her dad and told them that our marriage was history. Her dad asked me, "Aren't you overreacting? Such mere trifles aren't anything to be concerned about. What about my grandchildren?" "Your grandchildren are still your grandchildren even when their parents are not living together. Nobody will deny you seeing them." He calmed down and called me an overreacting donkey that don't know his own best interests. I also took the next day off from my job and about eleven o'clock Ellinore was back home. She threw the divorce papers on the kitchen table and shouted, "I will never sign these!" "That's your problem. It doesn't matter how much you'll pay to some law-shark, you don't get more than I've already offered you in these papers. That's for sure, but it is your decision and your money." "I've made a horrible mistake. Can we talk about it?" "Yes, of course we can talk. Why did you do it and are you happy now when you've gained your freedom from me and can marry Robert or fuck whoever you want to fuck?" "I'm sorry for hurting you and our children. I've always hated cheating and will always regret that I ever made such a foolish mistake. I knew it was a very wrong thing to do but somehow it felt right when I did it. Robert was intended to be both my first and my last lover during a few months. I was very careful and had no intentions to hurt you because I love you very much and always will." "Why in the hell did you do it then?" Because I wanted to feel how it is to be courted, wanted and loved once again before I was a granny. Robert and I don't have any plans for marriage; he was only a fling and that has nothing to do with my love for you. I love you very much in a much deeper, stronger and never ending way." "Hopefully the devil in hell will understand such bullshit when you get there but I don't. Have I really been so lousy a husband to you that you have to cheat on me with such a faggot as this damn Robert to feel some kind of desire? Did you really believe that I would accept you fucking behind my back? Did you ever think about the consequences for our children?" "I love you and our children and never wanted to hurt any of you. I met Robert, a young handsome man at a conference hotel. He flattered me and got me in the romantic mood with his intensive courting and nothing happened there but he began to call me and send romantic messages until I agreed to meet him next time he came to our town. Please believe me, he was only a fling and it was only sex, not love, nothing else. You are my only real love. "Please save that 'only sex bullshit' for him. If I'm your only love, why didn't you cancel that stupid date yesterday? You ought to have understood that I suspected you when I fucked you like the whore you are, stayed home from my job and interrupted your lunch date with him. Did you really think that my lunch at that distant restaurant was a coincidence?" "Yes, I did because I never had any doubts about you telling the truth about your police friend watching the hotel." "He didn't exist, but even if your strong desire for Robert got your IQ down to 50, you ought to have understood that you were the searched slut wife. How could you miss that when I told you about a slut wife who expected to be cheating with a pussy hound at the town hotel? Didn't you intend to go and see Robert at the hotel after your job?" "Yes, but we saw your slut hunting as an advantage that kept you busy at the hotel and wouldn't see and disturb us at the motel." "I was tempted to let him sit down at our table at the restaurant and end that damn farce right there, but I was too curious to see how far you were going to get his cock, though you ought to have known that I was suspecting you. Your silly mumbo jumbo about a secret meeting place for school matters convinced me that you didn't care a shit about the price for fucking Robert yesterday evening. You knew it would been easy for me to find out the truth that no such secret school meeting ever existed, but as I said, you didn't care a shit." Obviously she still had a hope of my forgiving her and continued, "Of course I cared a lot and I had persuaded Annie and Lena to back up my story. It wasn't my intention to hurt either you or our children and as long as you didn't know anything about Robert, you didn't get hurt. He was only intended to be both my first and my last short time fling and it was not meant to last for long." "Do you really think I'm an idiot? You received and sent your tokens of love in text messages just like a lovesick teenage girl and thought I wouldn't understand anything. You are not stupid but obviously his messages got you so horny that you lost all common sense. If you had put a period to your affair right there after the first message I saw you get on the island, I would have never found out the dirty truth and you would have saved your marriage." "I told him not to send any messages during our holidays but obviously he forgot that a few times and it was very innocent messages." "Maybe innocent but compromising enough for you to throw an expensive cell phone into the sea. How long a time has your affair with this Robert lasted? How many others were there before him?" "As I told you, Robert is the first and the last and it is only three months since I met him." "Three months too much, indeed and how often did you fuck him? Have you fucked him here in our bed?" "Never in our bed, please believe me, but on one occasion in our spare room, once at the hotel here in town and one night at a hotel at our county capital, that's all." "One night?" "Anne-Marie's birthday party there. I left early from the party because Robert was in town and we spent the night at his hotel." "Pussy hounds like Robert are usually never satisfied with anything less than access to all openings when they are fucking sluts. You never denied him anything, did you?" She hesitated before she replied, "Of course I did, and I am not a slut." I raised my voice, "Don't lie to me, bitch. You denied sucking your husband but never denied him anything that he wanted to do. Did you?" After some sobbing she said with a low voice, "No." "You probably even sucked him hard again after he fucked your ass without using a condom. Did you?" "No, no, no, never that. What do you think about me?" "What do I think? You are a cheating slut. Did he fuck you everywhere last night?" "No, of course not. Do you really think we were in the mood for any sex? I can promise that we had much more serious problems to take care of. I can tell you that Robert cursed me during the whole way back to town while I drove his car back to his hotel and then I went to Annie and spent the night in her spare room. " "Did you have him use a condom when he fucked you?" "No." Now I became furious and shouted, "No protection? How in the hell can you be so damn stupid? You don't know how many other whores this damn pussy hound may have fucked and what diseases they may have spread to him, he to you and you to me? Don't you, damn fucking bitch, understand what you might have done to us? For heavens sake, go and test yourself the first thing tomorrow morning." She was ashen gray when she sobbed, "I'm no whore and there are no other whores! Robert promised that his wife and me were his only women. He loves his wife but she has less interest in sex than he does." "He cheated his wife and lied to her, didn't he? Why should such a creep care about telling the truth to a silly cock eager cheating bitch as you? What did he promise you for the future? Marriage?" "No. None of us had any such intentions." "You are lying again, aren't you? I know for sure that you planned something for the future." "How can you know so much about Robert and me?" "Simply because a pussy hound always brags about his seductions. Robert is no exception." That wasn't the truth but why not put one further wedge between the lovers, which was obvious in her reply. "Oh, my God! Yes, we did. We wanted to spend a weekend together at some nice hotel." "Lucky girl! You got exactly what you wanted; you are free to spend that damn weekend with Robert and do whatever you want to do with him or any other horny pussy hounds who will make you feel wanted, courted and admired." She began to cry loud and screamed, "No, no, no, please forgive me, please forgive me. I will never do that again, never again, please forgive me." Now she had had enough and rushed to the bedroom loudly crying. My remaining questions could wait to the next day. Due to the phone taping I knew that much of her confession was true and saw no reason for further investigations. A few days later she signed the divorce papers and our relationship is now polite and correct. Both of us are still living in our old house though Ellinore, with good help from her father, bought my share of it for a fair market related price. It was a good solution for our kids and though we had decided on shared custody, I agreed to let them have their base in our old house and visit me as often as they wanted when I found an acceptable apartment. Ellinore was happy with that agreement and promised to let me stay as a lodger until the divorce is final or I have found something. I'm rather high up on a waiting list for an apartment in a nice area. None of us are dating yet. I don't do that simply because I haven't met anyone to date yet. Ellinore is not dating because she is still hoping that time will heal my wounds and I will forgive her. She says that neither Robert nor she have made any attempts of continuing their interrupted relationship. Ellinore's father made several attempts to persuade me into taking her back. He even promised me his high valued summerhouse as my private property but I don't believe in bought love. Robert's wife Linda and I have met to share information. I was surprised to see how lovely, easygoing and beautiful a woman Robert was married to and I really can't understand how he could risk his marriage to that pretty woman for a few fucks with Ellinore, who must been turned into an incredible sex subordinate during her cheatings. Robert had confessed to Linda that his only reason for cheating with Ellinore was that she had no limits for kinkier sex, which he never dared to try at home. Linda was surprised when I told her that Ellinore had threatened me with divorce if I intended to do any of that kinky sex we had seen in porn videos. Robert paid a very high price for fucking Ellinore because he ran his welding equipment sales job via his own company. Therefore everything of value in his home had been written as Linda's private property, which she kept after their divorce.