52 comments/ 165206 views/ 10 favorites Her Temptations By: Winterfrog Many thanks to snowbear for editing this story. * It was a cruel awakening. I found myself naked in a shabby bed beside a worn out woman, probably twice my age. She too was naked but still sleeping and snoring. My head rang like a blacksmith shop and I was thirsty. The worst thing was that I hadn't the slightest idea who the woman was nor even where I was or how I had got there. I found my clothes spread on the floor together with some women's clothing. After collecting my clothes, I found a shabby kitchen with the sink filled with piles of dirty plates and dirty glasses. Two empty bottles of cheap white wine and two dirty glasses on the kitchen table completed the view of somebody's poor home. My wallet was in my pants. The Visa card was still where it used to be and even some money. After drinking some tap water I left the apartment as quietly as possible. There was a name, Veronica Olson, on the mailbox outside of the apartment door. Obviously I had been drunk as hell, met this Veronica somewhere, went to her apartment, drank some more wine and thereafter probably fucked her. Of course, I could wake her up and ask her, but I preferred to sneak away. As soon as I was out from the house, I puked behind some bushes and felt slightly better, at least for a while. The worst thing for the time being was the terrible remorse for the lost memory and not having any clue about where I was. The area was a typical low-income housing area with many of the apartments rented by the social welfare system for housing local alcoholics and refugees from exotic countries. Those kind of new neighbors made average people flee such areas as fast as they could find something better. However, not even the street name gave me any information. Then I saw an elderly couple and tried to ask them, but their only reply was a loud comment, "Hooligans everywhere nowadays." Not much for information. The next human being I met was an old woman. At least the main question about where I was got solved; and she even told me how to get to the town center and the bus station. I was in a town about 45 km from my own Scandinavian hometown. But I guessed that the other questions about how I got there and where I met Veronica might never be answered. Back home I checked my Visa account, which didn't say much other than that it had been an expensive evening, but nothing paid with the card, only money from ATMs both in my hometown and in Veronica's hometown. My friends and I had begun the evening together at a Pub but thereafter they had no ideas about my doings that evening. There was one question, which haunted me for some time; what had I done with my money? Did I really pay that shabby Veronica for fucking her? I'm not stupid and now it was obvious that loosing the memory was a serious sign that it was high time for some new lifestyle choices. The easy way was to continue with hard drinking and partying, loose the job, end up on the infamous "A-team" living on the social welfare system in a shabby area just like where I woke up in Veronica's apartment, make a little extra money off some petty crime, and forget all thoughts about average family life with wife and kids. The necessary but very difficult way to go on with my life was to skip the hard drinking, skip the old drinking friends, and get other interests. I understood that it was impossible to do that in my hometown where my bad reputation and all my jolly good drinking friends would make such plans impossible. My name is Matteus Wallin, Matteus after one of the 12 disciples. (Mathew in the English version) I was born in a small Scandinavian village, 16 kilometers from the town, which is the center of the community that I used to call my hometown. Both my parents were members of the local free religious parish that dominated the life in our village. Non-members called it a sect. My home in that village wasn't a happy home and my father left my mother and the village after he found out that the rumors about my mother and a preacher were true. After a lot of praying, the scandal was forgiven and the preacher married my mother. He never liked me and used to threaten me with terrible times in hell. However, I have never believed that Saint Peter, who is running the pearly gate, would take any orders or even any advice from a cheating preacher in a small Scandinavian village, thus I didn't give a shit about the preacher's threatening. Thanks to the law in this country he never dared to hit me; because hitting a child is regarded as a serious crime. Therefore it was a great relief for all of us when I left the school at the age of 16, got a job as apprentice at plumber firm, and hired a room and boarding of an old aunt in the town center. That was much better than living in the preacher's house. The aunt was okay with me and I used to help her with the garden and the snow. The only problem during that time was that the preacher didn't allow my mother or my old friends at the parish to have any connection with me; because he somehow had convinced them that I was a tool of the devil. My aunt didn't accept such rubbish and she now and then managed to fix some meetings and phone calls between my mother and me. My father had married a divorced religious woman with a daughter my age. The only connection I ever had with my father was the three Christmas holidays I spent with his new family. The last year I was there, neither my step mom nor my stepsister made any secret of the fact that they would be happy if I spent the next Christmas elsewhere. I obeyed their wish and, as neither my father, who was completely dominated by his new wife nor I had any interest of any further connections, we didn't speak again. After that we only sent cards for birthdays and Christmas. The reason why my father's family disliked me was that instead of going with them to their church both morning and evening I celebrated the Christmas Day evening at a bar in town, met a girl at the bar, and spent the night with her. Average people can't accept that because Christmas is the main "Homecoming holiday" in this country. Christmas Eve is for the family and nowadays Christmas and Boxing Days are for seeing old friends coming home from all over the country and the world. I was working as a plumber and I did it well. In spite of my hard drinking I had earned a license for welding stainless pipes for high-pressure use, which put me in high demand in many booming areas of the country and throughout Scandinavia and the European Union. I had a serious talk with my boss, who understood my problem. He promised to help me and only a few days later he had used his connections and fixed me a new job in a small town about 350 km from my home town. The next weekend I went there and met my new boss. I had a positive first impression of him, the job and the town. After a short negotiation about my salary and some other conditions, we shook hands and I was welcomed to my new life. My new boss used his connections to fix me a small apartment. He even helped me to fix a loan at the local saving bank so I could buy some furniture and other necessary things for my new home. I even used some of the money to change my old rusty VW Golf to one several years newer and still in good shape. That completed the start of my new life. It wasn't easy to be a stranger in a small town, so I took it very easy at the beginning and spent a lot of time at a gym. I was a keen dancer and it was a strange feeling going sober to a dance. But without the heavy "backpack loaded with bad reputation" I once again could occasionally get a nice girl with me to my apartment or was invited to hers - but so far only for one night flings. After a few months in my new hometown I even met my dream girl, Madeleine Olson; and to my great happiness even got a few dates with her. One of the dates ended up in the most unforgettable night in my whole life. Madeleine was far from the first girl to suck me off, but she was the very best at that. I got the impression that, when she sucked me, she got my cock bigger, harder, more sensitive, and for a longer time than any girl before her. Even her pussy was better than any other pussy I had been able to penetrate before hers. While fucking her I got the feeling that her pussy squeezed my cock just like it had been sucked. She was my dream girl even in many other ways; but unfortunately I wasn't Madeleine's dream boy, though she said that she liked me very much. She aimed higher than a plumber and, when she met a guy who was the only son to the owner of a big furniture factory, I was history for her. Then I met Jessica Palmér at one of my fellow workers big 40th birthday party. I got the impression that she was close to me the whole evening and, as she was very good on the dance floor, I danced several times with her. I had no reason to say 'no thanks' when she invited me to her place for an early breakfast as we left the still ongoing party slightly after 4 in the morning. Her apartment was in good order and after some kissing we fell in sleep on her sofa. She woke me up about 10 o'clock saying that now the breakfast was ready. I remembered the terrible awakening at Veronica's place and must say that this awakening was totally different. Jessica was a beautiful girl - almost as beautiful as my lost dream girl, Madeleine. She was rather easygoing and we had a pleasant talk during the breakfast. She accepted my invitation for lunch. Of course, I asked my self why such a lovely girl was still single but I didn't ask her and she didn't ask me why I was single either. The lunch at a small restaurant went fine; and after that we took a long walk in the large park that the town was very proud of. Before we parted, Jessica said that she couldn't see me that evening because she had to practice with the church choir; but she suggested that we go to a movie Tuesday evening. I accepted and was a bit surprised that a nice girl like her was eager to date me, which I hadn't been used to in my hometown. But as I didn't have anybody else to date for the time being, and Jessica was rather cute, I thought why not? On Monday morning I asked my fellow worker, who had invited Jessica to his party, about her. He told me that she was a friend of his wife and as far as he knew she was okay. Jessica had recently broken up a rather long lasting relationship with a boyfriend who had hit her twice. Then he asked, "What shall I tell her if she asks about you?" "The truth will be fine. I am what I am. Just tell your honest opinion about me." He promised to do that. The next morning he told me that Jessica had rang him and asked about me. He even told me that it was his wife who had got a good impression of me when they had invited me for dinner some weeks ago and suggested Jessica to give me a serious try before some other girl would catch me. Jessica and I met that evening and she accepted to have tea at my place after the film, but only if I agreed to her condition - "No sex." I agreed. I kept my promise and made no attempts to get her to bed. Instead we had a long serious chat about ourselves. She asked me some questions about my past and I told her the truth. Then she surprised me by asking, "Have you been tested for venereal diseases recently?" "No." "I think it would be an advantage if you ever want a serious relation with a decent girl. You ought to get tested." I gave her my brightest smile and replied, "Of course I can do that, no problem at all. But can't we go there together? I don't know any other decent girl." Both of us noted that it sounded silly and she asked with a smile, "Do you only know sluts?" "No, no, in no way. But if one doesn't dare to ask one will never know the answer." "I've only had sex with one man during the last four years. But if we two are to get involved in a serious relationship and you ask me to test myself, then, of course, I'll go." "You slept with one man, but are you really one hundred percent sure that he never cheated you, especially when your relation was in trouble?" "Not a hundred but at least ninety-five percent. There's no reason for arguing, Let's go together." One very positive thing was for sure; Jessica was obviously looking forward to having sex with me rather soon, but suggesting a V.D. test felt like a rather strange almost businesslike demand at our second date. The main question for me was the cost of that sex with Jessica? She was cute, no doubt about that, but did I really wanted to get involved in a serious relation with a girl I hardly knew just for some sex. Or would it be okay to give in to her temptation and get that, in some way, already promised sex with her? We talked until two in the morning and Jessica slept in my bed, dressed only in bra and panties. She had a nice body and I couldn't help it but got hard. She saw it and began to giggle, laid her hand on the hard bulge, and said, "I want you too. Let's get tested and then give it an honest try." Her eagerness to get me into a relationship was a really unusual situation for me and I couldn't help that to be so wanted scared me a little. However, she was beautiful, clever, easy going and had a good job a bank. Not a bad choice and a quantum leap forward for a guy who never forgot his terrible awakening in Veronica's shabby bed. Our tests showed that both of us were okay and we spent our first Saturday night after getting that information at a famous five star hotel at the coast. First a great meal at the restaurant, then dancing a few tunes at the bar, and thereafter, Champagne and strawberries at the room while slowly necking and undressing. I must confess that our first real sex was much better than expected and I was honest with Jessica when I told her many times that I was in love with her. She was so happy after her second intense orgasm that she began to cry. Jessica suggested that I move into her apartment so we could save my rent for our wedding. I accepted. Then only a month later we had our first quarrel. Jessica's ex, who now had moved out of town, had began email her again and she replied with innocent replies. None of us had any passwords to our laptops at home and she allowed me to read everything she and her ex sent to each other. I didn't care about it until he asked her to come and visit him for a weekend and to my great surprise agreed to go. She told me about her trip and asked, "Is it okay for you?" "No." She raised her voice and asked, "Do you intend to stop me?" "I can't stop you, only thank you for the short but pleasant time we have been together." Now she shouted, "What the hell do you mean by that? What do you want me to do?" "Just say good bye to me and go back to your ex." "You can't be serious." "You'll see." Now she understood the consequences and began to sob, "No, no, no, I won't go. I love you. Please don't leave me. Please stay with me." Then she went straight to her laptop and emailed her ex. She told him that she regretted her hasty promise to see him during the weekend and that it would be better for both of them if they accepted that their relationship was history once for all. She ended her email by wishing him good luck for the future. Her ex didn't reply to that mail. I stayed living together with Jessica and we had good times together. I didn't care if she kept any connection with the ex from her job but she never suggested any weekend trip to him again. Sometimes I suspected that she only had tested me to see if I was a wimp or not and obviously she had found me okay. We had agreed that Jessica could keep her usual connections with her friends. They were six girls in what they used to call "sewing bee" though I had never seen any of them sewing anything. The used to meet every second week for gossip and sometimes they even went out to bars and hotels for partying. Once a year, at a crawfish party in August, we spouses were invited to their party. After two good years together we had begun to talk about the wedding and buying a house when we had another unexpected problem. This time it was Madeleine, my dream-girl a couple of years ago, who caused the problem. She sent me a handwritten letter, telling me that she had dumped her boyfriend and she had never forgotten me. Now Madeleine asked me if I still remembered her as my dream girl and if I had any interest in seeing her again. Of course it was a temptation, a great temptation, indeed. But Jessica and I had been together for two years and it was Madeleine who had dumped me for a richer guy. Though Jessica wasn't as much a dream girl as Madeleine, I was in love with her and we were planning our marriage and our house. I had promised to be honest with Jessica, which is why I told her about Madeleine and me and showed her Madeleine's letter. Jessica was heartbroken and asked me several times a day, "Do you still love her? What will you do?" "Nothing other than tell Madeleine a polite 'No thanks because I love my girlfriend'." Then I told Jessica many times, "I love you Jessica and look forward to marrying you." We found a suitable house for a fair price and the signed contract made Jessica happy again. Getting any kind of economic support from my parents was out of question and Jessica's parents were not in position to pay for a big wedding. They were a funny couple, indeed. After Jessica and her sister Johanna had left the nest, they had moved into a two-room apartment where they lived as "dog and cat". Jessica's mother was always nagging at her poor husband. Jessica and I needed all our money for the house, so we could afford only a small but very romantic outdoor wedding on a rock at the coast late in June. We did it at sunset with only our best friends as witnesses. I had no objections when Jessica suggested starting a family and our daughter, Emma, was born only eleven months after the wedding. Fourteen months later we had our second daughter, Elin. We were a happy family, though we were a little short of money because the house caused us some unexpected expenses. When Elin was two years old, we got daycare for the children and Jessica went back to her work at a bank. Unfortunately, it only lasted for six months due the new times. However only two months later she got a slightly lower paid job at another bank. Then shit happened in our relation again when the female leader of the church choir took a time-out for three months and they got a handsome young man from the next town as her stand in. It's no secret that sometimes there happens to be a discrete affair between members in a choir. But the stand in leader, Gabriel Nilsson, wasn't discrete. He was a very handsome man in his late twenties and soon he was the target of much gossip about earlier seduction affairs in his hometown. Even I heard the gossip but I didn't care much about it because I was convinced that even if he fucked fifty percent of the women in the choir, Jessica wouldn't be one of them. I even joked with Jessica and asked her if Gabriel did as Frank Sinatra is said to have done in Las Vegas when he put up a big picture of the dancers in his show on the wall and marked the girls with points as soon as he fucked them. Jessica didn't like that joke, not at all and got angry as a bee. The old saying says "No smoke without a fire" and it was right even in this matter. I was working on installing the municipal central heating system in a house when the wife came down to the basement for a chat. She asked me, "Are you Jessica Wallin's husband?" "Yes, do you know her?" "I know her from the church choir, but the question is how well do you know her?" "Oh my God Lord, are the rumors about that Gabriel true? My wife Jessica?" "Not yet, but she is probably the next in the line if nobody will stop them." Her Temptations "Can you tell me about it?" "If you promise not mention my name in this matter?" I promised and she told me that she knew for sure that Gabriel had fucked Anna Berg, a tall slim but big busted wife in her mid forties. Trustworthy people had seen Anna at the motel together with Gabriel. Now he had even begun to show an increasing interest for Jessica. They would remain some extra time at the parking lot where two other members had seen him caressing her butt during their hugging. My customer and the two other members had decided to share that information with me. I even got Gabriel's phone numbers and his home address. I thanked her and promised to be discrete. Eric Berg had joined his house to the municipal central heating system and I could remember him as a good customer and nice guy. Back home after the job I rang and told him the bad news about his wife and Gabriel. I even told him that my wife obviously was the next in line for Gabriel and that I intended to have a serious talk with that damn pussy hound. When Jessica came home with the kids from the daycare I asked her, "Do you know that your choir leader Gabriel fucked Anna Berg at the motel?" "Nonsense, do you really believe all that stupid gossip?" "In this matter, yes I do. But I presume you haven't noted that you are the next in his line and he is working hard on you. Nor suspected any reason for him to give you extra long lasting hugs and sometimes even caressing your butt. Or is it a normal behavior in that church?" She began to cry and rushed to the bedroom. It wasn't kind of me but I expected it to be easier to handle the crap when it was daylight. I rang Gabriel Nilsson. A soft female voice replied, "Anne Marie Nilsson." "I would like to speak to Gabriel Nilsson, if that's possible?" "Just a moment." He took the phone a few seconds later and I told him, "I'm Matteus Wallin, Jessica Wallin's husband." He sounded confused when he replied, "Yes Mr. Wallin what can I do for you?" "You can keep your damn filthy hands from my wife or I'll have to crush your balls. Do you understand?" "Are you threatening me? You ought to know that this call is recorded." "No, I will never threaten creeps like you, but this is a holy promise and be sure that I always keep my promises. Ask Jessica about that. If this call is recorded, I promise to kick the tape up your damn ass." He hung up. Anna Berg had, after some arguing, confessed her cheating with Gabriel Nilsson to her husband. Eric Berg had become furious, taken his car, and, in record time, driven the 35 kilometers to the next town where Gabriel lived, found his house, rushed in and beaten the crap out of him. Gabriel's wife did call the ambulance but not the police, nor did the ambulance crew or the nurses at the emergency intake at the local hospital. Both to Eric's own and many others' great surprise, he got away with beating Gabriel. However, Eric didn't go totally free from punishment because "Gabriel's Revenge" as he called it hit him a few days later. He found out that he had contracted Gabriel's gonorrhea from his wife. As usual with such events, the rumors in town magnified what had happened in the church choir to wild orgies comparable to what happened in the whorehouses of ancient Rome. Jessica wasn't happy with me and accused me of starting the whole mess by spreading the information about Anna and Gabriel. She wasn't even less happy when I told her that she ought to be very grateful to me because I had saved her from gonorrhea and a divorce. It took several months to get back to an average good family relationship again. Jessica never confessed to have had any interest in Gabriel and I had no pictures or such evidence. I think she felt some shame about being such easy prey for him. My stepfather the preacher had been involved in some nasty "house snatching", which was possible here during that time with the simple trick of a faked signature on a document to the court responsible for the certificate of registration. He and his cohorts got caught and the government offered them free boarding behind bars for ten months. He was fired by the parish and divorced by my mother, who accepted my family and was happy to see us after she got free from his insane influence. Since then we have been visiting her at least once a year. It was sad to see that some of my old friends in my hometown now had become heavy drinking members of the infamous "A-team". Then my boss told us that he wanted to retire and offered to allow his employees to buy the company. For various reasons most of the staff wasn't interested in his generous offer. Only I and two others were. We three bought the company, which meant more work and long hours for the three of us. It was a strange experience, indeed, to be turned from one of the gang to one of the bosses. We tried to act as usual but couldn't ignore the increasing differences. It could be the silence or hasty change of the subject when one of us joined the coffee break. Jessica complained about my longer working days and shorter holidays and didn't care much when I promised her it would be better after the hard initial times. Sometimes I even fled to the job when her whimpering got too intense. My plumbing business was flourishing and our family finances were doing well though Jessica had once again been unemployed for several months. Now it was about eight and a half years after our wedding. We had begun making plans for the big ten-year anniversary that we had promised to have when we got married. Jessica got a new job as secretary for the "Managing Director" at a small but, at one time, rather successful producer of expensive glass fiber boats. They had only eight employees including him and Jessica, so "Managing Director" sounded a bit silly. People used to call him for "MD" and I doubt that he ever understands that they were making fun of him. His real name is Hubert, which Jessica always preferred to use. It was Hubert's wife's father who founded the company and when he felt it high time to retire he hired Hubert, who did a fair job. He gave the company to his daughter, who married Hubert and let him rule the company. She herself preferred to write books for children and teenage girls and never visited the boat factory. One of my partners told me that I ought to keep an eye at that MD or I would see the church choir scandal repeated. I promised to do that. Exactly as expected, Jessica began to tell me what MD had done and how clever he had acted in different matters. Now and then I used to read some erotic stories on the web and could see that this MD acted exactly as a secretary-fucking, asshole boss usually did in those erotic stories. Obviously even MD used to read those stories, and he used one of them as a manual for getting into Jessica's panties. What surprised me most was that even Jessica acted as the secretaries did in those stories. I was almost sure that she had never read any of them, and I was sure that at least some of those stories must be based on real events. Of course, even the best authors don't "see the need to reinvent the wheel" so everybody would borrow some facts here and some facts there. Even in real life people tend to act as many others have done before. However, I was surprised to see that even Jessica acted like the sluts in such stories or in MD's manual, if he had any. The first step was all that bragging about what he had and how clever he was, the next was an innocent lunch at a simple restaurant; and the next step was a slight difference in the way she dressed. Then, he took her to an innocent but expensive business lunch at a better restaurant. So far, she told me about everything so I could follow her slow walk into his spider web. My partners were curious and promised to assist me if I needed them. I kept them informed about all my forecasts and when Jessica and MD took each of these rather small steps. Obviously MD knew about Gabriel's trip to the emergency room and was careful not to take any too visible steps in our town. Sometimes I even doubted that she wanted to be involved in some crap so close to our big anniversary party. But now it was so much Hubert here and Hubert there from Jessica that I began to expect MD's final countdown, probably out of town. Then the shit hit the fan again. A Friday evening after work Jessica told me, "Tomorrow morning I'm going with Hubert to see an important customer." "Yes and how many hours will that take? Are you back at lunch?" "No, probably not until Sunday evening." "Hell no, you wont go anywhere overnight with that damn whoremonger." Now she got red in her face and shouted, "You don't own me, please remember that and I'm going wherever I want to go and need to go to do my job." Even I shouted, "If you go with him, please leave your rings at home because you won't need them any longer." Now she was furious and shouted, "You damn jealous bastard; you can keep your rings." I shouted back, "Never forget that I saved you from gonorrhea when it was your turn to be fucked by Gabriel and now you want spread your legs for that damn whoremonger MD, shame on you, cheating bitch." Now she was so angry that she forgot everything what MD had told her about what to say or not to say to me. She shouted, "You are a whoremonger, you yourself fucked damn sluts and you don't have any right to accuse me of anything. I'm going with Hubert and you better be on your bare knees when you beg me to take you back." I began to laugh hysterically, "You are exactly following the well known seduction manual MD downloaded from the web, but you missed some important points. You were not allowed to say anything to me yet about that non-existing friend or non-existing cousin of MD that supposedly saw me cheating at a conference. MD told it to you as a secret and convinced you that you need revenge and offered to pay the expenses for comforting you with some drinking and much revenge fucking at some nice hotel." I continued with a slower voice, "That's the beginning in hundreds of erotic stories on the net, but did he tell you about the ending. There are several different endings. One is that when you are back home he tells you that he lied about my cheating but as long as you are a good girl and continue to fuck him and probably even his friends on his demand, he won't tell me about you cheating with him. One other possible ending is that he wants me to know all the nasty things you did with him and he will make a video or DVD of your fucking and send it to me so I can throw your cheating ass out of our home. Then you are easy prey to be blackmailed with the film and used for his perverted desires. Even a few other nasty endings are possible. Do you want to know them?" "Poor bastard. You must be sick in your empty head just like all damn alcoholics." That hurt like hell and I replied with an almost silent voice, "Alcoholic? Yes, but you knew it before we got married. Why didn't you shout those words to me when my dream-girl Madeleine wanted to have me back? You cried as a newborn baby and I, a stupid damn alcoholic, kept my promises to you as I've always done. Today I'm cursing that damn day and how I could be stupid enough to follow ethics and morals instead of common sense, which told me to go back to Madeleine." I think she regretted going too far because she had tears in her eyes when she said, now with a soft voice, "I don't care what you are saying now, let's cool off and have a serious talk when I'm back on Sunday." "If you go, or are standing here tomorrow morning with a packed bag, you can forget the "ten years of happy marriage party". I can swear with my hand on the Bible that I have never lied to you or cheated and if you are more apt to believe lies from a whoremonger than the truth from me, then we don't have any future together." Jessica seemed to be shocked by my rather harsh objection about her trip with MD. She began to cry and went to our bedroom. I remained in the living room and felt like a boxer who had been hit below the belt and taken a nine count. Neither Jessica nor our kids had ever seen me drunk. The truth was that she usually drank much more than me. My drinking was usually limited to one or two glasses of red wine and, at very special occasions, I used to take a glass of old malt whisky. When we took our car to a party, I always used to drive. Therefore it hurt like hell when she threw that old alcoholic crap in my face. I heard her talking on her cell phone. I didn't hear what she said, but I understood that she would keep MD busy for a while, so it was perfect time for me to go into action. I rang MD's wife, told her that I was married to Jessica Wallin, her husband's secretary. She sounded surprised when I asked her if she knew that her husband would be making an overnight trip the next morning. She replied, "Of course I know, he's going to see his sick cousin." "Why is he taking my wife with him?" "Your wife with him? I don't understand." I explained to her that, at first, my wife had described their trip as a business trip to see an important customer but, after some arguing, she had confessed that the only reason for this trip was fucking. I told her that Hubert had told my wife a lie about me cheating at a conference, got her to believe his lie, and offered to fuck her as revenge against me, which my wife had accepted. She asked, "Are you really sure?" "Yes I'm sure because I have never cheated my wife, and I don't know your husband and he doesn't know me. Why should a friend or cousin to your husband be spying on a man none of them knows?" MD's wife promised to have a very serious talk with him for several reasons. This matter was far from the most important one she had against him but, as she said, it laid the last straw on the poor camel's back. She wanted to see me, and we decided to meet fifteen minutes later at a café. Susanne Carlson was a bit shorter and even had some more weight than Jessica but she was not bad looking in any way. Her dark red hear was well done and it was easy to see that she wore expensive clothes. After introducing myself we sat down in a booth where we could talk without any listeners. I told her the whole story about how I found out that Jessica and her husband been acting exactly as described in many erotic stories about boss-secretary affairs and now they had reached the final chapter: Fucking at a hotel. Susanne told me she knew that Hubert used to read stories on the web but she didn't care because she hoped that they would make him more apt to give her what a husband was expected to give his wife. She had suspected him of having something on the side but never managed to find any evidence. She admitted that even she had read some stories on the net and when I told her about the details, she agreed that she had read stories where they fit in. We agreed that something must be done and she asked me, "Do you mind if your wife gets fired?" That question made me a bit surprised and I asked, "How can you get him to do that?" "I own the company and I'm going to get both of them fired. When my father gave the company to me, he had me promise to keep it until two of his old co-workers had retired. The last of them retired a week ago and now I'm free to sell the company. I already have a very good offer from one of our competitors that has been waiting for their chance. They don't have any use for either Hubert or your wife and firing Hubert pays better than keeping him working because my price for the company will be better if they are out. Both Hubert and your wife had lost their jobs anyway and as your wife had been employed only a short time she will only loose salary for a month." "I don't care if you fire Jessica, but what will the unions say?" "None of them is a member of any union, and I doubt that they want to sue the new owners in a public trial. They would have been laid off anyway, but Jessica would have been paid a month severance." "Can we agree that if Jessica goes with MD tomorrow morning, she will be fired without any salary but if she has changed her mind during the night she will be fired with salary for a month." "Yes, that's correct. Of course, it will mean an extra expense for you because you have to support her even if you are filing for divorce. But I'm sure that knowing if she loves you or not means much more for you than the money." "Yes it will, you can be sure that I'll test her." Susanne looked at me and said, "I won't forget you if she makes the wrong choice. I'm using some of my new money to install thermal heating and want some other plumber jobs done in my house, too." We shook hands and parted. I was up early Saturday morning, and had breakfast ready when Jessica and the children got up. I held the morning newspaper in front of me and pretended to read it. It was the children who talked most of the time. Jessica and I didn't say much more than "Good morning" to each other. Then she went back to the bedroom and stayed there until a black Mercedes stopped on the street outside our house. Then Jessica rushed out of the bedroom with an overnight bag in her hand and as she went past me she said, "We'll talk on Sunday." Out on the street she stopped as if she had frozen to ice. The reason was that Hubert wasn't alone in the car, Susanne stepped out from the backseat where she been hiding behind the dark tinted glass. Standing at our front door I heard her shout to Jessica, "Back to the house!" Jessica and Hubert followed Susanne into our living room and I said, "Sit down." When all were seated, Susanna said to Jessica, "If you don't know me, I'm Susanne Carlson, owner and chairman of the board at the company were you two have been working. I regret to say that I am married to this damn lying creep." She pointed at Hubert and told him, "Tell us what lies you poor, horny creep have been telling to this naïve bitch." Hubert had lost all his authority and said with low voice, "I don't know anything about what your husband has done or not done and no old customer has seen him cheating at a conference. Everything was a lie." Jessica cried loudly but remained sitting in her chair. Susanne shouted at Hubert, "Why did you lie to her?" "I wanted to seduce her and get her to do some marketing jobs for the best customers." I asked him, "You didn't think she would have any objections to that?" He looked at me and said, "I'm sure she wanted me and then some training would have made her co-operative afterwards." I asked again, "Wanted you?" "Yes, I was surprised how easily she swallowed my bait, she never asked any questions or made any attempts to find out the truth." My next question, "Training?" "A few pictures of some kinky sex can make a slut obey." Now Jessica had heard enough, she rushed to Hubert and began to scratch his face with her nails. I must confess that my attempt to stop her were far from the best I could do in that situation. Hubert got rather badly hurt in his face and would look like a war-painted native for a long time. When I got Jessica back to her chair again and Hubert got a wet towel to clean his bloody face, Susanne stood up and said, "It is my duty as the Chairman of the board to say, Hubert Carlson, you are fired from now on and all your benefits from the company are cancelled." Then she turned to Jessica and said, "Jessica Wallin, you are fired from now on and even all your benefits from the company are cancelled." Susanne told Hubert to go to their car and he left the house without a word to me or to the still crying Jessica. I followed Susanne out of the house and asked her, "How did you get him to confess and co-operate." Her Temptations "He had a simple choice, co-operation or divorce, he preferred co-operation." "So you intend to keep him?" "It depends on him, he must obey my conditions. I don't accept any crap from him in the near future. What are you doing with Jessica?" "I don't know anything because I never expected her to go the whole way today. I must get away and think about this mess." We promised to keep in touch, shook hands and parted. Jessica was still sitting in her chair and crying loudly. I said to her, "As I told you yesterday, I have never told you a lie. Now you know that everything I told you about Hubert was true. He saw you only as an easy prey for kinky sex and a cheap slut if any of his most preferred customers asked for such service." Then I asked her, "What are you going to do now? You've been fired from a job again for the third time during our marriage. Though I'm only a damn alcoholic, I've never been without a job." She sobbed at me, "What are you going to do?" "Do I have any options? Didn't I tell you what would happen if you packed your overnight bag and went out with it? You did it and you intended to cheat me with your kinky darling Hubert, didn't you? Did you really look forward to be fucked in your ass and lick him clean afterwards?" Jessica went out to the WC and puked. She was almost ashen gray in her face when she came back and sobbed, "No I didn't, and I can swear with my hand on the Holy Bible that I've never cheated you and I had no intentions to do that during that trip either, that's for sure. All that kinky crap exists only in Hubert's sick mind. Please listen to me and let me explain the truth." "You can't be sane if you think I will believe such bullshit. Didn't you hear him confessing his nasty plans for you? Didn't he tell us about kinky sex in this very room only a few minutes ago? You can't already have forgotten all that." She began to sob and said, "Please believe that I love you, only you and our children. Please forgive me for being stupid and selfish but I have never cheated you or intended to do it?" "Why in the hell should I believe that? Today was the third time I've put a stop for your cheating intentions. But who knows what you done when you've been at conferences and evenings out with your friends? I don't care how much you deny because I don't trust you any longer." She began crying loudly and sobbed, "Please believe me. I love you and I have never cheated." "No, you maybe haven't because I did stop your cheating three times; but I neither can nor want to stop you if want to leave me. You are free to go anytime you want to go. Why have you not left me if you regard me as a pile of crap and hate me? Why are you still living with a damn worthless alcoholic? " Now she screamed hysterically, "Please forgive me, please forgive me, I didn't mean to offend you. Please promise to forgive me." I didn't promise anything, only told her, "From now on you get a single room at least in this house. You are moving to the spare room until you find somewhere else to go." Then Amanda came home with Emma and Elin. They immediately saw that Jessica had been crying and shouted, "Have you been fighting? Don't do as Nelly's mom did. We don't want to have any plastic mom. Promise us that." Jessica said, "Ask your dad." I told them, "Nothing will happen today or tomorrow, that's for sure. Let's go to the café and see if they have any delicious cakes today." I told Jessica that we would not have lunch at home and left. At the café my call phone rang. It was Jessica's best friend Marie, who wanted to talk with me. She and her husband Eric were my friends too and their boy and girl were the same age as my kids. I couldn't say no to Marie's attempt to assist Jessica, though I didn't believe she could do anything about it. Eric was keen about many things but he couldn't dance and Marie liked to dance so she and I used to dance a lot during some parties; but all our friends knew that it was only dance. When the girls and I came to their house, Marie sent Eric to a Thai restaurant to buy take away for her and me. When Eric got back with the food Marie sent him and all four kids to McDonalds and told him to take a long time for the trip. Of course he knew the reason for my visit and said that he was sorry and did hope that we would fix it. As soon as we had sat down at her kitchen table and began the meal, Marie told me that everything said in her kitchen would stay there and asked me if I accepted that. I did and she told me to tell her about what happened to Jessica and me. I told her the truth about how I had tried to tell Jessica what was going on so she could put down her heels but she had not cared to listen to me. Now Jessica had learned the hard way that I'd been right the whole time. Marie listened without interrupting me. I continued, "It's true that Jessica didn't fuck that creep but if his wife and I hadn't interrupted them, then I'm sure she probably would have done it by now. Losing all her faith in me when I told her the truth but not questioning anything about his simple lies surprised even him. I was only a damn alcoholic to Jessica and she didn't bother to care a shit about me. But she believed his simple lies because she wanted to have an excuse to fuck him. Of course his confession about expecting kinky sex and what he expected her to do with his customers hit her hard but could hardly be any surprise because I had already warned her of such consequences." Marie looked at me and asked, "Have you decided to do anything yet?" "Only to let her sleep in the spare room." "Do you have any plans for the future?" I shook my head and said, "Not yet, it depends on several matters. I've managed to stop Jessica from cheating twice before, once with her ex and then with the choir leader. Why shouldn't she have cheated me several other times that I don't know about?" "Because she loves you." "Haven't seen much about that lately and doubt that any of it is left." I continued, "I'm curious about your 'girls nights out', there must be more cheaters in your gang than those two divorcees. All of you are very handsome girls and the statistics say over 50% cheat. During all the years you've been going out, sometimes in a gang of up to ten girls, there must have been at least one or perhaps two more cheaters. Am I right if I guess Jessica is one of them? Now it is better for Jessica to have all her crap in the same basket. The consequences will be the same so it doesn't matter for her if you dare to tell me the truth." "Of course I dare. You are both right and wrong. There is only one more cheater I know about and it is not Jessica. It was a one time fling and her husband doesn't know about it. Are a few minutes of drunken stupidity really a valid reason for destroying the future of a happy family?" "I don't care about others but the question was if you dare to be honest with me, do you?" Marie looked me straight in my eyes when she replied to me, "I will never lie to you in this serious matter. I trust you one hundred percent that what we say here stays here. It was Lisette Holm and it happened three years ago in a parked car behind the hotel. I can tell you that she has regretted it like hell." "Jessica must have at least been into some kind of fling. She was an easy prey to that damn Gabriel at the church. Hard to believe that she would be more prudish after several drinks at a bar with some jolly guys during your girls nights out than she was at the church." "No she is neither prudish nor whorish. She used to be a faithful wife having some innocent good times. The truth is that I myself have been very much closer to cheating than Jessica, but it was she who got me to skip it." "You?" "Yes me. It was straight after I had found out about Eric's cheating and wanted get revenge but Jessica convinced me that it was the wrong man at the wrong place and time." "Eric cheating?" "Yes he did and I got mad about it. At first I wanted throw him out from my life, thereafter to get a nasty revenge, and now I'm happy that Jessica persuaded me to calm down for a while. It was a hard time but at last I decided to forgive him and have never regretted that because our marriage went better than ever and it still is." I shook my head and told Marie, "Difficult to think that about Eric. I have always though you had a perfect marriage." Marie looked in my eyes again and said, "Nobody is perfect and will never be. He couldn't resist a temptation during a business trip. A woman from our town happened to be at the same hotel and told me. Eric tried to deny but confessed after a while." Though the info about Eric was new for me, it wasn't a valid reason for Jessica to humiliate me with behaving as a damn slut. I told Marie that I was happy for them solving their problems but my own still remained unsolved. Marie begged me not to rush away with any hasty wrongdoings and to talk with Jessica when I had calmed down. She told me that Jessica had not told her anything about why she did what she did. They would meet the next day for a serious chat and then Marie wanted to see me Monday evening again. She said that as both Jessica and I were her best friends, she refused to take anybody's side but wouldn't save any efforts to make us happy again. When the kids and I got back at home at about three Jessica had calmed down and fixed up her face. The kids went into Emma's room and Jessica asked me if she could tell me her story and I agreed listen without interrupting her. She began with a low voice, "I can't deny that this mess looks like I would be a cheap cheating slut, but it isn't really what it looks. The truth is that I have never either cheated or intended to cheat on you. Not with Hubert, nor with anybody else." She saw the doubt in my face and continued, "Please listen to me. I know that you regard me now as very naïve and it's probably true in many matters. I can't deny that Hubert was very charming with me and that I was impressed by how easy he solved many difficult matters, as I told you. Nor did I see anything wrong when he invited me for lunch. You joked about 'better place next time' and you were right but nothing happened those times we went there. He was polite and charming but didn't make any attempts at going further. Not until I was back from my overnight trip to Lena Allwin's hen party." I was confused about what a hen party had to do with her cheating but didn't ask and Jessica continued, "First one of my friends rang me and told me that she saw you at the alcohol store buying Champagne and expensive Cognac though she knows that you hardly drink. Then she saw you at the supermarket where you bought strawberries, which are damn expensive this time of the year. She knew I was out of town and, of course, she suspected you of something that I ought to know. Then the girls told me that Amanda had been babysitting for them until late Saturday evening." Jessica continued, "Your car was parked at the town hotel that evening and as Madeleine Olson, or what ever her name is today, had been seen at that hotel it wasn't difficult for me to put two and two together. Monday evening I asked you if you had seen her, which you denied. Tuesday morning Hubert immediately noted that I was sad about something and persuaded me to tell him the reason. Then he told me that 'my cousin saw your husband cheating at a conference' bullshit, which I can tell you that I didn't believe. However, when I told Hubert that I should divorce you he persuaded me to think about our children and give you a second chance. I agreed with him that you deserved punishment, which got him making plans about what I ought to do." It sounded interesting and I let her go on with, "Hubert suggested a 'business trip' with him and told me not to tell you anything before Friday evening. He mentioned a nice hotel near where Johanna is living and convinced me to think about it. After having a serious talk with my sister, I accepted Hubert's plan. He booked a room and promised to catch me at nine o'clock Saturday morning. I would only say 'business trip' with Hubert to you so you would get jealous and hopefully confess to your own cheating. But you overreacted, got furious and began to accuse me of whoring. I'm sorry that I overreacted and now I feel terrible remorse about accusing you of being alcoholic. I beg you to forgive me." Now she began to sob but continued, "I rang Hubert with my cell-phone and tried to delay the trip to some later time but he persuaded me to go on. If I had known about your meeting with Hubert's wife, I would have immediately cancelled all my plans for revenge. I can promise you that, whatever Hubert says, I have never agreed to fuck him. Johanna and I had planned that she would catch me outside the hotel, pretend to get mad about my 'cheating', drag me away from Hubert and drive me back home tomorrow so you and I could have a serious talk." Jessica almost cried now, "But Hubert's wife and you made a damn mess of everything. Hubert accused me of being a stupid whore. His wife and you held some kind of trial against me in my own living room and she fired me from my job. Not a word about your damn cheating, only Hubert's talk about his perverted desires as if I had done or agreed to any of that crap." Now she cried, "Now you want to throw me out of my home. I'm the innocent one in this damn mess, yet I'm both fired from my job and ashamed." After her long talk it was my turn to say something, "If you had bothered to talk about your problems with me instead of that pervert shithead at your job, I would have told you that the alcohol and strawberries were for our neighbor Jan Petersons 25Th anniversary. He asked me if I could do him a favor and do some shopping for him because he had some problem with his car." I continued, "Yes, I hired Amanda for a few hours because the new thermal heating system at the town hotel didn't work and Elliot Hallberg, who had the emergency duty that evening, rang me for assistance. Of course I went straight there in my own car as Elliot had a service car with tools and instruments. It's clean job so I went there dressed just I was at home. I can tell you that I have neither seen nor talked with Madeleine since she wanted me back more than eight years ago." As Jessica remained silent I asked her a question, "If your story is true, can't you see what a serious risk you intended to take? Are you really sure that Hubert intended to drive you all the way to that expensive hotel and pay for the trip? What if he had taken you to some single friend living much closer? Doesn't matter what they did to you, if you had tried to accuse them of something, it would have been two respected men's words against a slut wife. Hubert is a businessman and why shouldn't he save the hotel expenses?" Jessica sighed, "Oh My God! What shall we do?" "Nothing for the time being. This damn mess can't get worse, so we can wait until next week to find out anything. You are sleeping in the spare room just as we have agreed." "I'm sorry for causing this mess and I beg you to forgive me. I love you so much and please remember that I have never cheated on you." Our children noted that it was a chilly Saturday evening between Jessica and me. Both of us promised them that we would not begin shouting or fighting. Jessica spent Sunday afternoon with Marie and I got the impression that Marie had cheered her up about the future. Nothing happened until Monday after work when I stopped at Marie's house for a chat with her. Eric wasn't home yet so we got straight to the point. I asked Marie, "Do you believe that about Johanna?" "Yes, I have talked with her and I believe she told me the truth." "The gossip about the alcohol shop and strawberries? "Yes, I checked with the woman who told Jessica." Marie continued, "I'm sure that Jessica told you the truth. She didn't cheat you or even intend to do cheat you, but she acted as an incredible fool. I can't understand why she created that damn mess together with that horny Hubert instead of asking you a simple question. My only explanation is that she loves you very much and got humiliated and jealous when she heard the gossip. Please remember that a jealous woman is a dangerous woman." I replied, "I am humiliated as hell and I don't know what to do now?" "Don't do anything stupid, give it the necessary time to heal." I promised to be sane and thanked Marie for all her help and left for home. Jessica was already at home and as soon I was in the kitchen she asked me, "What are we going to do now?" "Nothing at all for the time being. Let's calm down and give us a few months trial time to get back to our good marriage again. If things go our way, then this damn mess will be forgotten forever. Jessica hugged me hard and said. "I love you and you will never regret giving me this second chance." She moved back to the bedroom and that evening she gave me the best blowjob I ever got from her. It was the first time she swallowed the whole load. I made a few lame attempts to get it out from her mouth but she held me so tight that I couldn't. With such treatment it wasn't long before I was ready for action again. This time it was tender lovemaking in different positions until both of us came at almost the same time. We had saved our marriage. I was happy to have my loving wife back.