68 comments/ 156216 views/ 13 favorites Mission Impossible By: Winterfrog Until recently I had no reason to complain for anything. I thought I had everything an almost 39 ears old Scandinavian man want to have. I had a pretty wife, two teenage children, and home in a nice house, a new Mercedes and I was my own boss with a good job. My wife and I did enough money to have a pleasant life. I thought that I was living in a paradise. But there is always a snake in a paradise and at last I found one even in mine. The cruel truth is that it was my pretty beloved wife who brought the snake into my paradise. I met my wife on a mountain. In fact in a huge national park in northern Sweden. When my that time girlfriend and I had decided to end our relation after three years together I had felt a need for some fresh air in a vast wilderness. Therefore I, via a travel agency, joined a party of 15 people for a week long guided hiking in the national park. In the gang I soon found a soul mate in Anna-Lena, a spoiled rich girl with a warm sense of humor. She was there with two other girls who shared a small tent. When Anna-Lena found out that I was alone in my tent, she asked if she could move in with me and I, of course, had no objections. A tent in vast wilderness is a romantic place and already at the first evening we, after a while were involved in necking, which could only end in one way, a good fuck. At the third evening Anna-Lena told me that one of her secret dreams had been to make love in the midnight sun. I replied that I found her dream very romantic and because she was my real dream girl, I was up to it of all my hart. We took a sleeping bag with us and walked up to the nearby hilltop where we found nice well-hidden flat spot just below the top where we rolled out the sleeping bag and lay down on it. After some necking and petting her jeans and panties were off and my jeans and boxers were down to my knees. Exactly one minute before twelve o'clock my stone-hard cock found it's way into her wet but tight pussy. It was an unforgettable moment with divided memories. With my cock deep in the best pussy I ever had in my whole life and overlooking the vast wilderness in the beams of the almost red midnight sun even I got a romantic feeling. Hadn't been for one thing, the mosquitoes, it had been a taste of paradise. But now I had a terrible pain in my bare ass caused by hundreds of hungry mosquitoes with thousands circling above waiting for their turn. I had no thoughts of giving up and after what I felt as an eternity we both came in an intensive dual orgasm. We continued to make love almost every night, but inside my tent. My home towns was less than 100 km from her so we kept our relation going on and when her parents noted that I, even to my own surprise, had got their wild and spoiled daughter to be a lovely fiancée they accepted me as their son. We got married after only a year. The main reason for this fast marriage was that her parents promised to buy a nice house and rent it to us for a fair price when if got married and later sold it for a low price to Anna-Lena. Anna-Lena had now found out that she wanted to work and began as shop assistant in one of her parent's four furniture stores. I worked at home as a drawer, which I still do. I'm specialized in drawings for technical manuals and am now and then asked to draw for some technical magazines. I can't complain, rather well paid and I can chose to work when I want. Play golf a nice day and work long hours a rainy day. Today Anna-Lena is some kind of assistant Managing Director for the whole family business which grown to a chain of nine stores today. She makes much more money than I but that has never been any problem for us. I had never had as much as a single thought about Anna-Lena cheating me. Therefore it hit me as a lightening from a clear blue sky when I got the first clue. It happened at the golf Club. I had booked a game with one of my friends and stood out there waiting for him when he rang me and told that he would be 30 minutes late. Never mind I said and went into the Clubhouse for a coffee break. I took my coffee, cookies and a newspaper and sat down at a table in a corner. Many of the tables are divided by high flowers why the two ladies who sat down at the table next to mine probably didn't see me. However, they began to talk about a cheating friend of theirs, a wife to one of my acquaintances, and her in their opinion shameless behavior. I got interested and began listen and almost got a shock when one of them said, "How can decent people turn to such sluts, and have you heard that now even the prudish 'furniture queen' Anna-Lena Lindberg says to have got a lover." The other replied, "Poor husband, I think he is good man." They went away before me, and I still don't know if they knew that I was there and let me know about Anna-Lena by purpose. My innocent world had collapsed and of course I lost the golf game and a bottle of whisky to my friend. Now the first question was why? I had never cheated her, so it could not be any revenge. I had done my army service as a paratrooper and did practice judo once a week and I was even member of a Pistol Club where I was shooting with my replica of an old black powder Colt which once in time solved many problems in the American wild west. She could hardly regard me as some kind of a wimp and therefore wanted a "real man". My next question was what to do? I decided to take a slight confrontation with Anna-Lena as soon as possible after every piece of evidence I had got. I was still in love with her and didn't want anything get out of control. I began my "Operation Save Marriage" the same evening I had heard the gossip. When our kids had got to bed and we sat in the living room and had a small talk about some family matters I asked her, "Are you fed up with me and want to divorce?" She got totally surprised and it took a few seconds before she replied, "Of course not, why do you ask such a silly question?" "I've had a strange feeling for a while that something has gone wrong between you and me and today at the Golf Club I heard two ladies talk about soon expected divorces among the club members and your name was mentioned. May I say that I will be very grateful if I can get such information direct from you instead of via your acquaintances? I will never want to remain as some unwanted pain in your ass. If you want to get rid of me, just tell me. She pretended to take it as a joke but had a worried expression in her face when she replied, "You ought to know better than listen in to ladies gossip. You are my beloved husband and you have to know that I love you very much." "You know my opinion about cheating. A divorce is much more fair." "Don't believe everything you hear in ladies gossip." However, she must obviously felt guilty in some way and wanted to compensate me for it because that evening I got the best sex in many years. The next day I rented a small two room office at an office hotel so I could keep on working if or when I had to leave our house, which was her private property. At the evening I washed our cars and searched them carefully just in case she had left any clue in one of them. Nothing. We had our own laptops and she usually kept her at her office so I had no chance to read her E-mail. If she needed to Google for something at home she usually used our children's PC and it is hard to believe that she kept any secrets in any of those. Her cell phone was locked with a four-digit code, which I didn't know. No chance to get any electronic clues at all. No clues found at all. One evening I checked her when she went to gym together with our neighbor's wife. I offered to go shopping with her on Saturdays. She got surprised but had no objections about me going with her. I even sneaked out and checked her during one of her "girl's nights out" without any other results than me feeling as stupid jealous asshole. I felt as I had been forced into a real "Mission Impossible" and was ready to give up the whole matter when I decided to do the last attempt, a close investigation of our home. I had done it before but only of selected places. Now I took my time and did it well. In one of her drawers in the bedroom I found a gift package with a high quality Japanese sport watch. It was expensive but much cheaper than the cheapest Rolex. My birthday was on the next Thursday so I thought it was a gift to me but just in case it wasn't and I later on saw some our acquaintances wearing such watch, I did a small mark on it. The next discovery was in a kitchen cupboard where I found two bottles of whisky. One of the bottles were a 18 years old expensive cask strength single malt from Islay and one bottle of 'Statesman' the very cheapest blended Scotch whisky, 70 cl bottles available for 5 Euro in Germany (6.50 in US$) and therefore the smugglers favorite. I was sure than one of those bottles was for me and the other must be to her lover. The question was who got which bottle. Now I understood that it was too early to give up. The next step was to buy a sound operated tape recorder and hid it in her car just in case she talked in her cell phone while driving. Already the next evening I got my first real clue. She rang somebody's voice message "Hi Benny, it's Anna-Lena, I've got your text message and look forward to see you again because it's been so long time since our last meeting. See you tomorrow after lunch. Same hotel as last time will be OK for me. I'll be there after two. Bye till then." Of, course it could be a totally innocent business call but she is clever enough not to leave any traces if somebody got his cell phone and listened to his messages. However, the next day after lunch I was sitting in a rented Toyota Corolla overlooking her parked car. About two o'clock she came out from her office, took her car and went away. I followed her to the new Scandic Hotel just outside the town. She parked in some distance from the main entrance, I drove past her and found an empty spot much closer to the entrance and intended to get in to the Hotel before her and find a suitable place near the elevators where I could watch her. My simple plan was to try catching her and her lover in an elevator. But something else happened. An old couple was on their way out from the Hotel when he fell down to the ground just outside the entrance doors. I understood the situation and run to him and began to give him the first aid at hart attack. When our army reserves were cut down I had got an appointment from the Civil Defense, which even meant training in first aid and such things. Therefore I could give the poor man a good first aid. I got his hart working again. Of course, I didn't care about Anna-Lena any longer, but when she came closer to the entrance she recognized me outside the door, did a turnabout and went back towards her car again. After a couple of minutes a man who introduced himself as a doctor took over the care of the old man. I rang Anna-Lena's cell phone. "Hi, I rang your office and they told me you had taken the day off for shopping. Can I see you in town for a coffee break at three o'clock?" She sounded very worried when she replied, "Sorry but I don't think I can do that because I've so much to do today." "A break will do you good, by the way where are you now?" That question must cause her a real problem. Telling me the truth that she was at a hotel outside the town when she was supposed to be shopping in the city would get me suspicious but lie to me and say that she was in some shop in the city could cause her worse problem if I had seen here at the hotel only a few minutes ago. She told me almost the truth, "I'm at the Scandic Hotel because I had promised to take some fabric samples to a customer who's there but noted that I had got a wrong package with me from the office and have to turn back." Not bad of her, she is really a bright girl. I replied, "What a coincident, even I'm at the Scandic Hotel. Can we take the coffee break here?" Of course she didn't wanted us in there together so she suggested a café in city and we met there. I told her that I had met a customer at the Scandic and had even helped a man with hart attack. She wasn't happy at all. During the evening neither Anna-Lena nor I mentioned a word about our day but our fourteen years old daughter noted the chilly air and asked us if something had got wrong between us, which we both denied. Then I got time to sneak out to the garage and change cassette in her car. I went in to my working room and listened. She had rang somebody, "I can't come in to the hotel because my husband is there. I saw him doing something outside the hotel entrance and went back to my car but he saw me so we have to cancel everything today. What's going on there? " -----"Hart attack, yes, of course I'm sure it was my husband, he rang me and suggested a coffee break at the hotel but I changed it to town center and have to go there now to see him." -------"No I can't do that tomorrow. No I can't cancel anything at the office tomorrow. But we can have lunch " ------ " Yes, there's a nice little restaurant only one block from my office." -------," Towards the center, yes on the same side, you can't miss it. One o'clock there."------"No, I don't think he will even if he can." -------- "No, no, no."-------"It is high time we'll put a full stop here before it is too late." ------------ "Yes, I'm afraid he already knows something." ----- "See you at lunch tomorrow. Bye." The tape was a clue but not any evidence enough for divorce. Anna-Lena's and mine sex life had been always been on, at least in my opinion, a good level and therefore I was both surprised and even more humiliated that she had found it worth to risk her marriage with a lover. Of course she had been very discrete and if I had not heard the gossip at the Golf Club I had never suspected anything at all. I began to ask myself how long has this affair been going on? And how many other affairs she's been involved in during the years? Thursday was both my birthday and the day for their lunch. I watched the restaurant from a bookstore cross the street and saw Anna-Lena walk in there. I went in to the restaurant and found her sitting at a table with a handsome man in his mid thirties. They couldn't deny me to join them at the table so I introduced myself, "Hi, I'm, Daniel, Anna-Lena's husband and you must be Benny. I've heard some rumors about you." They didn't look as happy lovers. My presence must been a real pain in their asses and there was more to come. Now I noted that he was wearing a similar sport watch I had seen in Anna-Lena's drawer. A funny situation and I remembered reading a story on the web with almost similar events about a husband who had found an expensive watch in his wife's drawer and when he and his wife was eating lunch at a restaurant her lover, who worked there, came to their table wearing the watch. But he was a wimp who went home crying without doing any attempts to stop their affair. I don't want to be a wimp so I asked Benny, "Nice watch, can I have a look? He took it off and gave it to me. Just what I had expected, there was my mark on it and I said, "Is funny, it is exactly the same kind of watch what a rich slut wife use give to her gigolos. Are you a damn gigolo, Benny? Fucking bitches for watches?" To my great surprise Anna-Lena began to cry instead of demanding me to go away or arguing with me, which I had expected. I threw Benny's watch on the table and told him to take a hike. When he hesitated I rise my voice and said, "Piss off gigolo before I get mad." He left without picking up his watch. Anna-Lena, still crying was in total mess and even she left the table without a word to me. I picked up Benny's watch before even I went out. Out on the street I saw Anna-Lena walking alone towards her office and no Benny was visible. Then I went to the bookstore cross the street, bought a padded envelope, put Benny's watch in it and wrote "To Anna-Lena" on it. I left it in her office reception and they promised to give it to her. It was my birthday and when I came home rather late that afternoon I felt the ice-cold atmosphere between Anna-Lena and me. For the children's sake she didn't start any arguing but I knew that our family life had got to its lowest level ever. Thirty-nine years aren't much to celebrate but Anna-Lena and the children had bought a cake and even some presents. Our son gave me a CD with some for me unknown hard-rock idol and our daughter gave me LeAnn Rhimes' latest CD. Anna-Lena gave me the bottle of 'Statesman' the cheap rotgut whisky I seen before. That was the last straw on the poor camel's back. I had got enough of humiliation for this day and told her, "You are a good wife, indeed, you bought an expensive watch and a real fine whisky to your damn lover but your husband is only worth such a cheap dog Pee. You can give that to him too but he is maybe too good man to drink such a rotgut booze." I put the bottle before her. She got totally shocked and replied, "I don't know what you are talking about, you must got mad. You have behaved as an idiot the whole day." She gave the bottle back to me. I shouted, "I saw his damn watch in your drawer and made a mark on it and I saw both the real whisky and this dog Pee in the cupboard. And now the real whisky is gone. To hell with this." Then I threw the bottle against the sink where it crushed in pieces and even crushed a Dutch tile on the wall. Then I rushed out. I was sober so I took my car to my new office. I parked the car at my new office, went to a bar and spent the evening there. I was sober enough to say no thanks to a rather cute women who offered me a nightcap at her place. Instead I went back to my new office for sleep. At eight o clock in the morning my cell phone rang. It was my fourteen years old daughter Jenny who asked where I was and wanted me come home for a talk with her. After a real breakfast at the office hotel cafeteria I was in good shape again and went home. Jenny told me that mom had cried a lot during the evening. Jenny had taken a day off from the school and asked me if I could promise to be honest with her and allow her to get my answers on tape so her mom could hear and give her comments to them. I accepted and all my answers were intended to Anna-Lena. Jenny began asking me, "What is the main problem between you and mom?" "She's cheating me." "Are you sure? Have you any evidence?" "Yes I'm sure. But I don't have any real evidence such as pictures or videos. Not yet. Only several clues so far. I was close to catch her at the Scandic Hotel when she had a date with her lover but then an old man got a hart attack and the saving of his life was much more important for me than catching your mom for cheating. She saw me and skipped her date but had invited him for lunch today. I got a tip, went there and made a mess of their date. Her boyfriend was wearing an expensive watch I had seen here in this house last week. I don't care about gifts but something is obviously wrong between your mom and me when she gives 200 times more to her lover than to her husband on their birthdays. Am I really so worthless that I'm only worth a half percent of what that lover boy is? Or is he so damn good? Is he 200 times better than me? Regarding the whisky yesterday evening. I found two bottles in the kitchen cupboard. One very expensive and one very cheap. She gave the cheap one to me and guess who got the expensive one. I'm not mad for the low price and poor quality of her gift even thou I have hard to believe the possibility of any other wife with common sense giving her husband such a rotgut as a birthday gift. It is the humiliation to be regarded complete worthless when compared with her lover which hurt me as hell." "I'm proud of you dad for you saving the old man's life. You did the right thing. By the way, what had you intended to do at the hotel and what did you do at the restaurant?" Mission Impossible - Or Is It? Background: My wife is travelling away from home for a view days to visit some relatives. Date Line: Tuesday Night 11:30 PM I come home late from work deciding whether or not to put my plan into action. I sit down in my favourite chair and ponder the situation as my gorgeous wife tells me of her day. She starts retelling her stories as she makes me a cuppa and I try to attentively listen but can't stop thinking about my plan. She often accuses me of "not listening" to her, but it's hard to listen when you're horny! As she brings my cuppa over to me and places it on the coffee table I decide not to go through with it, it's late, and I'd have to stay up and type up the mission and I'm dog tired. But then she sits in my lap, and her tight perfect peach of a bum snuggles into my lap and suddenly my hormones take over and I can't stop myself I have to do it now! I cuddle her and whilst caressing her back lovingly I say the following "You know I'm naughty don't you?" She says "mmmm... Yes", I continue on, "Well I want to do something naughty, will you let me? Just say Yes or No. If you say Yes you will be surprised and if you say No nothing will happen." She thinks for a while and says it's not fair that she doesn't know what I'm up to and that she is reluctant to say Yes because of this. I reassure her I wouldn't do anything too bad or too naughty and to just trust me. Eventually with a bit of coaxing she says "YES". Great! I can put my plan into action. She finally leaves my lap and wanders off to bed and I head straight to the computer to compose her mission. Date Line: Wednesday Morning 1 AM - Mission is typed up as below, printed and placed on the breakfast bar for her to find the next morning. Letter: Hello Sexy, please read one line at a time, do not skip down the page. I'm naughty I know it, but I guess that's one of the reasons why you love me, well I hope it is anyway and the fact that I challenge your mind, body and soul and that I love you more than life itself! Anyway, you said "Yes" last night and well here goes. Oh by the way, as I'm typing your mission up you are blissfully asleep not knowing that your mission starts and finishes on Thursday morning and not when you get home on Friday as you may have first thought! But if you want to fuck me on Friday night then that's fine with me too! Remember when you spoke to me on the phone at work last night and I said I wanted you to do something for me when you were visiting your relatives, well this is it. I have been planning it since you told me you were going. Your mission if you choose to accept it, is as follows, and I'm only asking for 2 minutes of your time. Yes that's right, only 2 minutes, how could you refuse! 1. I told you not to skip down the page!!!! 2. On Thursday morning, when you have your shower, I want you to wash your body very very quickly and then turn around so the water is hitting and warming your back. Now close your eyes and keep them closed for the next 2 minutes. 3. For 30 seconds I want you to caress your breasts with both hands making sure to pull hard on your nipples so they become nice and erect. 4. For the next 60 seconds I want you to continue pulling hard on your nipples with your right hand whilst you left hand will be caressing your clit. 5. For the last 30 seconds you will continue to pull and play with your nipples with your right hand whilst putting as many of your soft delicate fingers of your left hand into your wet pussy and wiggling them about. After 30 seconds of this STOP and get out of the shower, your mission is over. I told you, only 2 minutes!! 6. When you get your first opportunity, ring me. I will say hello and you will say "Hi Andrew" and if you say exactly that I will know you have completed your mission, and no more will be said on the subject. If you don't say exactly "Hi Andrew" you will have chosen not to accept the mission and that's fine as well and no more will be said on the subject. But do not make up your mind on accepting the mission or not straight away, you've got until Thursday morning to think about it. Please re-read points 2 to 6 until they are committed to memory. Once they are memorised say the word "memorised" out loud. This will cause the letter to self-destruct in 7 seconds. In the case this does not happen simply rip it up and place in Bin. You are not to talk to anyone about this mission even me until you return from your journey. Good luck soldier. dadada dadada dadada da da da da (That's the mission impossible tune) --------------------------------- Date Line: Wednesday Morning 8 AM My wife had found and read her mission statement and for some reason the letter didn't self-destruct so she had to tear it up and place it in the bin. She said nothing to me, nor I to her, so she gathered her bags, kissed me goodbye and left on her trip. Date Line: Thursday Morning 9 AM I'm lying in bed waiting for my wife, the object of my affections and fantasies to call, but nothing. I know she's an early riser and surely she would have had her shower by now. God it's hard waiting and praying for the phone to ring, doesn't she know I'm waiting! 9:30 am and still no phone call and disappointed I fall back to sleep. I drift back off into dream world when I'm woken by the loud ring of the phone. My heart skips a beat and I run naked from the bed to the phone full of excitement and anticipation to hear of her response. I compose myself and calmly pick up the phone "hello" I say trying not to let on my excitement Then in the most sexy and sultry voice you would ever here she says "hi Andrew" and my mind explodes into mental images of her carrying out her mission. But I quickly compose myself and true to my word I do not mention her mission and ask her about the weather instead. After our small chat I tell her I love her, and her I, and we hang up. I walk away from the phone with a big smile on my face just like a Cheshire Cat, with my heart beaming inside. I truly love my wife. And then, as I'm walking away, I start to think about Friday when she gets home and the intensive debriefing session we will have to have. I can't wait! Mission Impossible "If she had gone with him to his room I had joined them in the elevator for, let us call it, a friendly chat with him. I didn't do much at the restaurant, only kindly asked him to take a hike, which he did without any objection." "Are you really sure this man was a lover? You ought to know that mom is dealing with many people for doing her job." "I know that and do not care. But according to my sources she says to have a much more personal relation to this man. Some people have chosen my side in this matter and are doing their best to help me. I'm very grateful." "What did you do and where did you slept last night?" "I didn't want any further arguing with your mom here at home and therefore I went to a bar in town for a few drinks before I slept in my office." "I didn't know you have that office and why do you have an office in town?" "Because your mom owns everything in this house, I have only my clothes here so she can threw me out within less than an hour if she get mad at me. Therefore I must have some place where I can keep working even if I'm thrown out from here, which I probably very well can be after what I did yesterday. Who knows what she can do to your old dad?" "Do you really think she wants to throw you out from the home for what you did yesterday?" "I guess so, but I don't regret anything. I do prefer to be kicked out rather than be a poor wimp. "If that happens, I'm coming with you. But you have no real evidence about her cheating. You can't begin to hate her and runaway from the family before you know for sure?" "Knowledge is one thing but getting evidence is a different thing. You know the old saying 'no smoke without fire'. However, I'm so fed up with this matter that I don't want to waste any more time for a meaningless investigation of the past. But nobody can blame me if I want to know what happens in the present time. No, I can't say I hate your mom. I still love her very much but I am very disappointed about her. Until recently she was the perfect wife, good mother, a clever beautiful woman with a warm sense of humor. Believe me, everybody envied me. But who envies a cheated fool?" "I believe you dad. Mom has many advantages but you forgot to mention that she is rich." "Yes, but in contrary to the gigolo who got her expensive gifts, I don't have any love for sale. We have never argued about money. We have not argued about much other things either. As I told you before, the whisky quarrel wasn't about the low price. The humilation had been much less if she had regarded me to be worth at least a little bit more than a the lousy half percent of the creep she obviously loves nowadays." Then Jenny had a last question, "You told me that you still loves mom and therefore I'll beg her to go out with you for dinner tonight, talk to each other's and solve your problems. Dad promise to do your best to get us back to be a happy family again, do you?" "I'll book a table for tonight and then it is up to her if she still wants to have something to do with me and want to go out with me. If she does, I promise to do my very best to keep the family together." Then Jenny went to Anna-Lena's office, played the tape with my answers for her and asked if she could be as honest as I been in her replies to me. I'm sure that Anna-Lena understood that I was getting closer and closer to the truth and it was high time for her to skip her affair with Benny whatever it was or with somebody else if there was any whom I still didn't know about. Jenny was back three hours later and played her tape for me. Anna-Lena promised to be honest and I expected that even her replies were intended direct for me. Jenny began with her questions. Jenny understood that I didn't have any further evidence about Anna-Lena's cheating, and she didn't want me to dump her mom. Therefore she avoided all such questions, which could given me any new clues or forced Anna-Lena to lie. "Did you know that dad has an office in town in case you'll throw him out from the house?" "No I didn't, He fears ghosts in the daylight, I love him of all my hart and why should I throw him out within an hour. Not even after what he did yesterday. He is my beloved husband and the father of my children and he can never be replaced. Would you accept any stranger in our home?" "No, of course not. Do you still love him after what happened yesterday?" "Yes I do, and I'm glad that he didn't do anything stupid in town. Everything was my own fault. I had two bottles in the kitchen cupboard but the other bottle was to grandpa who gave it as birthday present to one of his friends who is whisky collector. It isn't available here and therefore I asked a friend to buy it in London when he was there. He even gave me the other bottle, which he told me is his own favorite. Probably not so bad as your dad thought but I understand him and have already forgiven him. I have even forgiven him for misunderstanding the reason for my lunch with one of my business acquaintances and been very rude at him at a restaurant yesterday." "Why do you have everything and dad have nothing. It is easy for you to throw him out but have you ever thought how easy it is for him to leave us. I love you mom but if dad and you are going separate ways because you are or have been unfaithful then I'm going with him." "Dear Jenny, please understand that I will never be unfaithful to your dad. The simple reason why everything we have at home is on my account is that Grandpa bought us the house and sold it to me for a low price before he knew your dad as well he does today and you know where all our furniture comes from. I have always regarded everything as ours not as his or mine and have never thought about who owns what. It was you not he who called me rich on you tape. Your dad is not any poor man. He has been clever enough to buy the right stocks at the right time, which has increased very much in value. However, if we can clear out our other problems I don't have any objections about sharing everything with your dad, if it is OK with him. I promise to do that on Monday morning when the bank opens." "What if dad thinks you want to buy him back and get humiliated?" "We have never been separated and you dad's love can't be bought." "What other problem?" "The future of our family. If your dad can promise to stop accusing me for cheating, stop his searching for lovers in the kitchen cupboards and my drawers, using my friends and employees to spy on me then I can promise to love him of all my hart and share everything with him. Please believe me, I don't have any lovers, I don't need any lovers, I don't want any lovers, I want your dad and my children and us to be a happy family." "Do you want to go out with dad for dinner this evening so you two can solve your problems once for all." "I want to go out with your dad whenever and wherever he wants to go with me." "Can you promise to do your best to be on good terms with dad again?" "Of course" "OK, I'll tell him the good news." After she had played her tape Jenny asked me, "Dad, I don't know if mom have cheated you or not because it doesn't matter any longer. You can't find any evidence and she will never confess. One thing is for sure, she doesn't have any lover now and she will never have any one in the future because she loves you of all her hart. If she had some kind of affair, it must been very innocent and can never bee undone. You don't have anything to win by digging in the past. Please forgive her, look forward and let us be a happy family again, promise me that dad." Jenny looked at me and I noted both hope and fear in her young eyes. Thou she was only fourteen; she had worked hard almost as an adult to save her family from the mess several of her friends had got into when their parents divorced. I felt sorry for her and promised, "I'll do my very best to be on good terms with your mom again." I was a bit surprised about how easy Jenny had got Anna-Lena to say the she had already forgiven me everything I did yesterday. Maybe because she had only denied all knowledge about lovers in the present time and in the future but not denied or said a word about cheating in the past. That must mean that Jenny had been clever enough to avoid all questions helping me to find out any further information or not taped everything she had asked her mom. I really intended to do my very best to make it up again with Anna-Lena. Moving out from her house and our happy family life for living alone in a silent lonely apartment didn't seem to be any tempest at all. Of course, if I had found Anna-Lena naked in Benny's hotel room or fucking somebody somewhere there had not been any hesitation at all about what to do. But now I had had only a few clues of different strength and therefore keeping the family together got the highest priority in my mind. When Anna-Lena came home from her work I asked her for going out at the evening and she agreed. Then I went out to the garage and changed the tape in her car, took a drive in my car and listened to Anna-Lena speaking a voice message to a cell phone, "Dear Benny, today has been a real hell with my fourteen years old daughter trying to counsel between my husband and me for keeping our family together. Poor girl. My husband knows a lot and understands much more so whatever we have done or rather to say wanted to do in the future, there will never be any next time, it is not worth it. Far from that and I regret to say that I will always remember you as a real asshole because you persuaded me to give my husband that terrible worst available so-called whisky. Thank God, he is a real man so he crushed it against the kitchen wall. It was a disgusting dirty trick from you. Don't bother to reply, I don't read or listen to your messages or take your calls. Good Bye for ever from Anna-Lena." Now I could be sure that Benny was dumped. That meant a real quantum leap forward for me, indeed. When Anna-Lena was ready for the restaurant, she was gorgeous in a short expensive black dress. I told her how great she was but she gave me a short smile and told me in angry voice, "Don't be silly enough to expect anything tonight." "Peace?" "Don't take even that for granted." At the restaurant we got a nice table and was eating the starter and the main course with a polite small talk about neutral subjects. First after we got in the sweets I told her, "I'm sorry for I thought Benny had got grandpa's great whisky" She replied in chilly voice, "You ought to be, it's been terrible days for me. However, as I told you on the tape, I've already forgiven you all those stupid things you did yesterday so we don't need to waste any time on them now. It doesn't mean that everything is OK between the two of us, far from that." "Terrible days for me too and I promise to do my best to get everything OK." Then Anna -Lena looked straight in my eyes and said, "I think it is high time for us to clear up our matters once for all. Our marriage has come to a junction and it is up to you to choose which road you want to go from now on. A road of your own or the road together with me?" "With you." "If you want to go with me then you have to accept my conditions. Do you want to hear?" "Yes, but please remember that I will never be a wimp and will never accept any kind of open marriage." "No need to worry for something kinky as that. As I told you on the tape, I neither have nor need or want any lover. If you accept a few simple conditions you'll still have a faithful wife who loves you of all her hart. Want to hear them now?" "Yes" The waitress brought us coffee and Cognac and then Anna-Lena continued, "You have to trust me, be faithful to me and skip all intentions to runaway to some 'secret' office in town. Stop harassing me with rumors about lovers and boyfriends and stop searching for crap from the past. Stop using my friends, acquaintances and employees to spy on me. I want us to put all our assets in one basket, I mean everything we have and I want you agree to that. Then I want you to skip the new office you've rented in town." "I can accept everything but I why do you want all our assets in one basket?" "Because then nobody can throw you out from your home and you don't need any office in town. Behave at home and you don't need to run away. Did you tell me the truth on the tape about the last night? What did you do?" "I parked the car at my office and went to Grand's bar for some drinks. Spent the whole evening there and thereafter slept in the office. Alone, I can't deny that I got an invitation for a nightcap and have not regretted I said no thanks to that kind invitation. I was hurt and humiliated as hell but didn't want to do any further stupid things before I got sober enough to think about what to do. That's the truth. Then Jenny rang me in the morning and got me to understand that I still love you and want to live with you and the children. Therefore when I heard you tell me on the tape that you wanted to get on good terms with me I promised Jenny and myself to leave all old crap behind me and put all my efforts on the future, hopefully together with you. I have accepted all your conditions but you have not told me yet if we are on good terms again. Before you say your yes or no I want to ask you a few questions and hope you'll tell me the truth. Don't be afraid, I don't want to humiliate you with any questions about the rumors." "Yes go on." "I'm so sure that I can bet 100 bottles of the best whisky that it was Benny who suggested to humiliate me with your damn Statesman. Who is this Benny and why and when did you give him that watch? Of course I don't need any 100 bottles but do you dare to bet six bottles?" Anna-Lena thought that I must have to tell her the sources of my information if I wanted to win the bet so she accepted it and replied, "Yes I dare to take your bet and it is up to you to show me the evidence that the Statesman was Benny's suggestion. Benny is working as a trendsetter and therefore been a useful business connection both as a customer and as giving me information about what is coming to be in demand. I gave him the watch, which now is in drawer at my office, as a birthday gift and intended to give it to him at the hotel when you interrupted me. I went back to my office and sent the janitor to the hotel with it instead of giving it by myself. It is not as expensive as you think and I can hardly believe that he want it now after what you told him." "What do you want me to do, catch that asshole, roll him in tar and feathers and have him carried to your office on a pole for a public confession? You can bet I'm able to do that. However, I don't need to show you any evidence at all because both you and I know that I'm right and that's enough for this bet. We can call it a test of your trustworthiness if you have the guts to tell me, 'you won the bet'. You don't need to say it tonight, please do it tomorrow when you give my six bottles. I've no intentions about cross examination you for further details about Benny's whisky or that damn asshole himself but a lie in this bet will be a heavy handicap for you. Do you understand?" Anna-Lena gave me a sweet smile and said, "Yes, I understand and if you still want to join me on the road which leads to a happy marriage, my answer is 'yes, we are on good terms again'. Do you still want me?" "I do." In the taxi at home she, to my great surprise, gave me a real kiss and told me, "I'm proud of you for saving the old man's life instead of doing something stupid at the hotel and I love you so much for that. I'm sorry for been a damn bitch tonight but I was so mad for you renting the office behind my back. Please forgive me." The taxi-driver, a man with his roots somewhere in the Middle East gave me a collegial smile when he noted that even a Scandinavian man could get a woman to behave well. Anna -Lena noted that and gave me a warm smile. Back home we heard a real crash when we opened the front door. Our kids had sat up a 'wake up trap' because they wanted to see if we had solved our problems. We could hear two sights of relief when both of us told them that we were back on good terms again. Anna-Lena and I undressed each other's as soon we got into the bedroom. Now I noted what I taken for granted during many years. She was a pretty woman; still in her mid thirties she had a body as a Greek Goddess. I tried to tease her wet pussy with my right little finger but she had other plans. She had me to lye down on my back, sucked my cock stone hard and began riding me hard until she got her orgasm and thereafter she soft and tender gave me the best sex since our first year together. At six o'clock in the morning she blew me hard again and after an intensive fuck I fell in deep sleep. At ten thirty she came in with a breakfast try and a case with six bottles of rare single malt whisky. She looked me deep in my eyes and said, "You won the bet." A few minutes later we were involved in our third intensive intercourse since Friday evening. Thereafter she begged me to promise her that never say a word to anybody about my birthday present 'Statesman'. All married couples have their problems, I was happy we had succeeded to solve ours, at least for the time being. No need to humiliate her among our friends with neither a 'Statesman' nor a 'Benny´. Anna-Lena's parents had invited us for dinner at Saturday. In the car to their place Jenny told us, "You are looking as happy newlyweds again, I'm as happy as you are." Anna-Lena's parents had cooked a great dinner. After the meal, when we sat down in the living room for coffee grandpa began talking, "Mom and I want to talk about our plans for the future. As you know we have always dreamt about a trip around the world and as we are not getting younger we have decided it is high time to do it now when we still are in good shape. We will do it in our own pace and expect to be away for about three months. Therefore I want Anna-Lena to replace me as the Managing Director for the Company and Lars Pedersen will get her present job." Then he put his index finger in my belly and said, "And you will be the new vice Chairman of the board, replace me as Chairman when I'm away and if things are going well we'll change jobs when I'm back. Jenny is appointed as trainee and will be allowed to attend to all board meetings and report to me. What do you say?" "I must ask my family" Our son shouted, "Do it dad." Jenny, who knew what it meant looked at her mom and said,"OK." The she asked grandpa; "Can dad get mom fired if she does something stupid?" Grandpa got a bit surprised when he replied, "Yes, but he can't do that alone. There must be a majority among members of the board for such decision, which is possible only if she has done something very stupid and caused a severe damage to the business. Your dad can never get her fired for their private quarrels if they ever will have any." Then everybody looked at Anna-Lena who knew that a yes from her made me to her boss but she could not have objections against her parents in this matter why even she said, "I don't have any objections." Then grandpa gave all four of us 10% each of the shares in his company and thereafter proudly showed us what Jenny taught him to do with a laptop. Mail with pictures to and from all over the world. Read newspapers from home when he was abroad and use Excel, which has been his favorite-program since he understood how useful it really is. I had got a real challenge in a 'Mission Impossible' and though I had not succeed to reach the main goal, catch Anna-Lena cheating if she ever did it or perhaps I jumped in to the affair just in right time to stop it before anything really nasty happened. If I had told my friends about what I did, I'm sure that most of them had agreed that I did right and got the best possible solution but without any doubt one or two of them had accused me for being a wimp who didn't choose a worse confrontation at once or stayed cool until I had got my evidence. I don't think I can complain because I have achieved several advantages. I got rid of Benny, saved my marriage, got new sparks to our sex life, got an important position at Anna-Lena's business and even got some money when 'we put our assets in one basket'. Of course, the Chairman job in a family owned business was not difficult, only ten meetings a year when the board usually says yes to the Managing Director's suggestions. Nobody has noted that our new-shared economy makes any difference neither for me nor for the family; everything is as much ours as when it was in Anna-Lena's private accounts.