44 comments/ 90916 views/ 5 favorites Once in a Lifetime Ch. 01 By: Winterfrog Many thanks to Techsan for editing this story. I, Ralf Broman, never regretted that I did the right things in the right time during the crazy nineties when the Scandinavian economy was a real bubble and everything, or almost everything, was possible if you dared to do that. I took big loans, bought real estate and the banks never did care that my loans were higher than the chimneys. Everybody with a minimum of common sense ought to have understood that it was only a kind of pyramid game, which could only end in one way. I did, and when I began to feel the direction of where the wind was blowing, I sold off everything just at the right time with a nice profit. I invested a little of my profit in a small real estate broker business, which I run together with a bright hired girl so I had somewhere to spend the daytimes. During my heyday as a wealthy single, I spent much time in wild nightlife until I was stupid enough to try a downhill race with a mountain bike, which sent me to the county hospital for a week. There I met a lovely X-ray nurse by the name of Chistine. She had an easy smile with the most sparkling bright green eyes I'd ever seen. She was a tall slim brunette with nice hair and great legs. Without any doubt, she was the closest to my dream girl I ever had seen. Somehow I succeed in persuading her to do me a favor and buy some magazines after her shift, bringing them to me at the ward. We made pleasant small talk and I promised her a dinner at the best restaurant in town if she would do the same thing again the next day to brighten up my boring time there. She did, and when we joked about how much I had been looking forward to her visit, she put her hand under the blanket and squeezed my cock so it got stone hard within a few seconds. She released her grip and said laughing, "I think it is your little friend who is in some kind of need of company." "Little? Are you spoiled with big friends?" "No, because I'm divorced and don't have any such friends at all." "Yes, you have. This little fellow will be the best friend you ever had." She began to laugh and said, "I'm flattered and will give him a real kiss when I'll see two Thursdays in one week." I smiled back and replied, "No problem, he loves you and look forward to that kiss. I will help him fix the double days." She was a bright girl and blushed as red as a tomato when she understood how I could do it. Even at the cost, it was a piece of cake for a guy with my finances to fix that in the real life even though it was considered to be impossible in the old saying she had used for telling me, "No, thanks." It's a different world nowadays, indeed. "It was only a joke." "No, it was a promise. And I promise you will be able to experience that." "Why should you take me on flights between some islands at the Pacific Ocean?" "Because we can start at Hawaii, which is a great place for a honeymoon trip?" She was newly divorced after a very short marriage and replied, "No, thanks." However, she came to see me every day after her job and I really looked forward to that pleasant chat with her. I did my best to get a real date after I got out of the hospital but she always found excuses for a polite, "No, thanks." Out of the hospital, I sent her a big bunch of roses and invited her for dinner. She replied with a polite voice message to my cell phone with her usual, "No, thanks." The next day I sent her a new bunch of red roses, twice the size of the first. Now she accepted the dinner. It was a pleasant dinner and I got a new date and sent her a new bunch of roses as thanks for the first date. After two more innocent dates with pleasant chat at restaurants she invited me to her apartment for dinner. She was a good cook and after the delicious dinner we sat down on her sofa with coffee and brandy where she asked me, "Why are you courting a divorced woman in such intensive way? "Because I love you." "I would like to believe you but I'm afraid you will only use me as a trophy for your 'little friend' because I teased him at the hospital." Obviously she had feelings for me but was afraid of my reputation as a womanizer. What could I do? Not much. I laid my right hand on her right knee; turned toward her and laid my left arm around her neck, held her in a firm grip and began intensively kissing her. To my great surprise she took a firm grip around my neck and began to take active part in the kissing. She didn't object when my right hand began to slowly slide up under her skirt. A few minutes later I could feel her pussy from the outside of her thin panties and it felt damp, very damp. I whispered in her ear that my love for her was real and suggested we go her bedroom. She didn't reply, which meant that she didn't say no. I took that for agreement and carried her to the bedroom, laid her on the bed and began to kiss all new naked parts of her body while I slowly undressed both of us. Her nipples had grown large and hard when I kissed them and she began to moan loudly when I teased her clit with the tip of my tongue. Then she spread her legs and whispered, "Come in me as you are." I translated that to, "Fuck me now without a condom," did what she wanted and found that though she was wet, she was still rather tight so I did my best to be tender at the beginning. Then when I felt that it was close to her, I increased the intensity, which drove her totally wild and got her to scratch my back really hard when she had an intensive orgasm and I released my big load into her. At first I was surprised because she dared to let me fuck her without a condom, but then I understood that they had tested me at the hospital. Afterwards she began to sob about being afraid that I would dump her now when I got to the goal. I comforted her by saying that I still had a long way left to my goal, which included a hope of a wedding, two Thursdays in one week and kids together with her. She calmed down and within a few minutes we did it again. It was great sex even this time, which lasted a little longer. Afterwards she asked if oral sex was any kind of condition for a marriage. Of course it wasn't and when I told her that, she really surprised me by doing it for the first time in her life and told me that 'my little friend' was much bigger than what her ex had. I never asked why she never sucked her ex. After a fumbling beginning she became good at it and got me stone hard again for the third fuck that evening. I kept my word, changed my lifestyle and after six months she moved into my house. After a further six months as a good faithful guy, she said, "Yes," when I proposed and we had a romantic wedding almost two years after my mountain bike accident. When we had our two children, Chris demanded that I stay at home half of the Parental Benefit time with each child, which is rather unusual as most of the men normally stay home only those 30 days of their joint time that the wife can't use. I've never regretted those months with the children though I had to hire one more employee for my business. I found a clever girl who did a good job and I kept her even after we began to use day care for our kids. Our marriage was like most other marriages with ups and downs but neither of us had ever had any serious complaints. At the age of 39, twelve years after our wedding, Chris was still a gorgeous woman and I had plans for doing something special for her 40th birthday. I promised her that it would be the "party of the year" among all our friends and relatives. Chris used to be out one girls' night out a month with her old girl gang from the hospital and I had never had any objections about that or suspected her of any kind of cheating. During the beginning of our living together and before our wedding I had some clues, which could be cheating but I never got any real evidence about it so I dropped it. When Chris had an extra day off in the middle of a week, she used to go alone and see her parents, other relatives and childhood friends in her old hometown. That was okay with me because I wanted to stay away from her parents as much as possible because her dad didn't like me very much. He was an old union man and hated the way I had earned my money. In his opinion I had done it without creating anything of any real value. He used to accuse me of only having sold bubbles with air for high profit to some square heads. Chris' mother was little more understanding about me because her daughter had developed a pleasant life. When she came back from one of her overnight trips I happened to ask her why none of those cousins or childhood friends ever came to see her at our house in the county capital. We had a spare room and there is much more nightlife in a county capital than in her sleepy small hometown. Chris had become furious and accused me of being a control freak for not trusting her. But I got my revenge only two weeks later at one of her cousins' 40-year birthday party in her hometown when I heard the cousin say to Chris that it was long time since they had seen each other and they ought to do it more often. When she understood what I had heard, she blushed and got red and white in her face as a war painted Indian brave when I invited two of her young single female cousins to visit us. Back home after the party, I asked her what the hell she'd been into back there. When I didn't get a sane answer, I told her that I didn't own her and if she was fed up with me, she was free to leave me whenever she wanted but I would never accept any damn cheating behind my back. Chris cried like a baby with colic and swore that she had never cheated on me. The next day Chris' mom called me at my job and told me a strange story about Chris and her ex. Everybody regarded him as an easygoing good young man and Chris really loved him and they had big plans for the future when they married. But only six months after their wedding, when they had a quarrel about some rather unimportant thing, he had lost his temper and given her a hard beating. Of course, a few hours afterwards the ex had been remorseful, promised never do that again, cried and begged her to forgive him. But she knew from her job as nurse that a man who beat a wife once always did it again so she got a quick divorce, since they didn't have any children. After a while Chris had regretted the divorce but then she had met me and had several sleepless nights before she made her choice between the ex and me; she chose me. But she still felt sorry for the ex and promised to help him in his new business as much as she could. But only as a friend and her mother told me that she had spent all nights in her old room at her parent's house. When I confronted Chris about her doings, she told me the same story as her mother but with much more detail about the business and I told her that if she hadn't gone behind my back, she and I together could have given much better assistance to the ex. She promised that she would never lie to me or go behind my back again. I forgave her but had got a warning that she could be a bit careless about the truth. Her two cousins came to visit us two weeks later and Chris took a day off her job to go shopping with them and in the evening Chris took them to some of her favorite spots in town. Obviously they had a good time during the evening because they were in a jolly mood when they left the next morning. I never had a chance to be alone with them and ask them about their knowledge or bribe them to find out about Chris' doings on the visits to her hometown. However, rather soon after their visit to our place both of them had new boyfriends so they lost their interest for girls' nights out with Chris, whose visits to see her mom had been limited to one-day trips. The following years went without any family problems until the hospital sent Chris to a conference far in the north. At first I didn't care much about that because she had been to many such events before without having any problems. The only strange thing was the unusual time, at the beginning of June. She left and called us as usual when she was at the hotel. She told me that everything was fine and promised to call our daughter Emelie the next evening for some advice about clothes the girl wanted to discuss with her mom. One hour later she rang again and asked if I had any objections if she took an evening flight home on Sunday instead of her booked morning flight on Saturday. I said that I had, because we were invited to a very close friend's 40-year birthday party and asked what she had regarded as more important for her. The next evening Emelie waited and waited but no call came from Chris. I tried to calm her down saying that her mom was a little busy but she would not forget to call her. That kept her calm for about an hour and when she begged me to get mom talking to her, I began making attempts to contact Chris. I made many attempts, indeed, but regret to say that it didn't matter what I did, I failed. Chris' cell phone was switched off, which was okay during the conference time and the meals but she always used to have it on during the free time. I sent several text and voice messages to that phone. She didn't call back. Several times I called the room phone. No answer. I bribed one of the girls in the reception to go to her room and leave a message there. Nothing happened. I felt very sorry for Emelie, who gave up at ten o'clock and went to bed. Whatever Chris did up in the North, she had neither been to her room nor switched on her cell phone since the conference closed for the day and now it was almost midnight when I got a silly idea. An old saying says, "Who dares, wins," and I dared to ring the bar at her hotel. The bartender who took the call obviously regarded me as a maniac at first but a fair bribe to his private account changed his mind and I heard in the phone that he did what I suggested he do. He went to the dance band, took the microphone between two tunes and spoke my message, "Mrs. Christine Broman, you forgot a very important phone call to your daughter today. If Christine isn't here and anybody here knows her, please give her the message." I'll never know if she was at the bar or somebody there knew where she was but she rang me about fifteen minutes later from her cell phone. I couldn't hear any sounds in the background either from the bar or any other sounds. But I could hear from Chris that she was rather tipsy and angry as a teased wasp when she shouted, "You damn jealous bastard, what the hell do you mean by humiliating me among the whole conference?" "I can't hear that you are among any whole conference. Sounds more like you are in somebody's room. Where are you now?" "Sleeping in my room, of course, where else? What the hell do you think of me?" "I don't think anything but now I know for sure that you are a damn lying bitch. Try to call Emelie before she goes to school tomorrow." I hung up. I was startled about her swearing at me but didn't found any reason for further arguing with a tipsy bitch. What could I do almost 1000 kilometer away from her? But two minutes later she rang back to me, still as angry as before and shouted, "What the hell do you think gives you any right to accuse me of being a liar?" "I have acquaintances at that hotel and know for sure that you are not in your own room at this very moment. So I would suggest you to say good night to the pussy hound you intended to fuck tonight and start hauling your cheating ass to your own room. Alone." When she went to her own room, with or without a lover, and found the note on the pillow, that along with the knowledge of my message over the loudspeakers in the bar must have made her a bit confused about my connections at the hotel and probably calmed down her intentions about having an affair, at least some levels. I had always trusted her and never denied her going partying during her conferences or "girls' nights out" and never asked a lot of questions when she came home. As far as I knew she had always, since her story with her ex, told me the truth when she had mentioned something about those matters. But her lying tonight had put me on the warpath so I rang her on the phone in her room about fifteen minutes after her call. She answered and, having seen that the note on her pillow included the time when the reception girl left it there, she understood why I had caught her lying. She had calmed down and replied with a soft voice, "It is not what you think." "Don't forget to call Emelie tomorrow morning. Good night." Chris rang as expected in the morning and they solved their matters. Chris and I didn't say much to each other, mostly because I wasn't interested of hearing, "It's not what you think." She even rang and had a long talk with the kids during the evening. We neither had time nor wanted to begin arguing with the children listening to us before we went to the party on Saturday. Our friends immediately noted the chilly relations between Chris and me and several of them asked if it was a serious problem. I could only say that I didn't know. On Sunday afternoon Chris told me her story about how a gang from the conference had skipped the dinner and left for the local hospital, which had offered them very well paid jobs during the main holiday season during July when many of their ordinary staff was on vacation. Back at the conference hotel they had discussed the matter in the bar, but left it for a walk in the surrounding park area when one of the girls in the gang had gotten a call from a friend still in the bar, who told her about the barman's message to Chris. Chris' story sounded reasonable and why shouldn't it after more than 60 hours of thinking it out. I didn't swallow it without some doubts, and asked her, "Why the damn lie about 'I'm in my room' when the truth about getting some fresh air after partying in the crowded bar had sounded much better? If that was the truth and not a story created two days later?" Instead of a good explanation for my question, she released her heavy bomb, "I took the job and will be there the whole of July. But I will be free the weekend after two weeks and have the flight home paid. I made my decision on Friday after our quarrel because I think it will be an advantage to our relationship to be separated for a while. And it suits me perfectly because the X-ray at my job will be closed the whole of July for installation of new equipment and the money up there will be great. They need me and we need the time to heal our relationship." That was it. What could I say? Chris had cancelled all our plans for a pleasant summer together with our children. She had taken an important decision without a word to her family and we didn't need the extra money. I said only, "It's your choice." She had probably expected a real quarrel and I got the impression that she was disappointed because I didn't start one. She continued, "I've always wanted to hike in the vast wilderness in some of the National Parks during the midnight sun up there. Now I can do it during some spare time." I had spent a midsummer holiday up in the north before I met Chris and still remembered the enormous quantity of aggressive mosquitoes, which made it almost impossible to do anything outdoors. I think I had suggested a trip there, which she had declined. "You've never been interested in that before. It's the same sun as everywhere, the only difference is the time when it's up. If you've seen it one night, you'll be satisfied. Hiking in the "mosquito land" isn't the most fun thing to do, but if you had mentioned it to us, the whole family could have gone there together for a few days until you got enough." I continued, "When are you going and when will you be back?" Once in a Lifetime Ch. 01 Teyani walked as fast as she could in her high heels through the lobby entrance. The beautiful but annoyingly slippery marble floor wasn't helping the fact that she spent all her 21 years in socks or sneakers... Hell sometimes both at the same time. She had just graduated college with a Bachelor's degree in Accounting. She had always been great with numbers in high school so she decided to further that boring little talent. After graduating as THEE top person in her class she was quickly sought out by businesses from all over. The one that struck her as the most interesting was this technology power house that seemed to boom and blossom out of nowhere. Within five short years it was the top seller of phones, computers, smart watches, TV's and damn near anything else people can't live without these days. And they wanted her! The entrepreneur of the business heard about her uncanny skill at picking out the slightest discrepancy within a pattern of numbers and instantly joined the race to get Teyani. Which brings us back to why she's about to break her ankles running towards the elevator to get to the 42nd floor. "You got this, just breathe fool! You pretty much got the job. Now you need to keep it." Teyani said to herself in the elevator. The doors open up and if she didn't know she was on the top foor, she knew now. She stepped out of the elevator and into an HGTV designed building business style. To the left of the huge lobby was a window that pretty much was the wall and it left all the glory of the city naked for her eyes. Seeing all the sky scrapers and other tall-for-no-reason buildings was breath taking to a girl from a small country city in Georgia. She was so caught up in the view she didn't hear the silent footsteps of the man behind her. The stranger asked, "Did you get off on the wrong floor lil girl?" Hearing the unexpected deep Louisiana accent Teyani turned around a bit too fast and partially lost her balance so she put a hand on the window to steady herself. Looking up at the man standing a few feet away she saw the finest man she had seen since August Alsina. He was about 6'2 with a pair of grey eyes that stared back at her with complete seriousness. He was a shade darker than peanut butter with skin just as smooth. The suit he wore was dark blue almost black with a white collar shirt underneath and a loose red tie. His hair was freshly cut and on top he had waves for days. But that face though... It was masculine and slightly ovaled at the bottom which accentuated his short chin hair. "Little girl? Who the fuck he think he talking to with his fine ass?" She said in her head. Out loud she replied, "No sir, I'm here for the orientation brief Mrs. Jevo set me up with last week." Teyani felt awkward and out of place when his serious face turned into one of confusion. "Hold up, you the one she hired to be my head accountant?!" He asked in disbelief. "So you saying you didn't hire me?" Teyani asked hurt and embarrassed. "Naw ain't mean it like that. I'm just saying I thought you was gone be a man. Women ain't too into this nerdy number shit. Plus you so fuckin short..no offense I meant you just look real young." Teyani instantly took offense but was careful not to show it. She had a feeling she knew who this was. "I get that a lot. I'm Teyani Jacobsen sir, what's your name?" She said as she extended her hand and he shook it saying "Gregori Graham, owner of JOG Technology but call me Jag. Not no Mr. Graham, not no Greg, just Jag." Just as she suspected the owner, the boss, the entrepreneurial legend himself was staring her in the face. He couldn't have been no more than 26 and he became a force with that street atittude he had about him. She couldn't help but notice his hood vernacular. To keep it short and simple her thought process was "My boss is a straight up nigga with a Louisianan accent". Motioning with his hand as he turned his back he said "Follow me. I'm bout to take you on the walk through Miss Jacobsen." Moving away from the window/wall she followed with her thoughts wandering until he began talking. "This yo desk, front and center. Anybody get off that elevator and look like they tryna walk past you make sure you stop they ass and ask if they got an appointment. Only thang up here is my office, yo desk and to the right is the big conference room." "So nobody works on this floor except you and me?" Teyani asked. "Yeah I really don't like people they get on my nerves easy as fuck. If you want some food or dranks and all that good shit it's a cafeteria on the 1st floor and break room at the end of the hallway on every floor." Jag said. Off to the side of her huge oval shaped desk was a hallway on the left. He walked down the hall and opened a door. She followed him inside and was amazed at the amount of money she knew had to go into this state of the art office.The floor was so polished you could see your reflection. The high arched ceilings had long black beams that shot these crystals of white light out."Obviously he couldn't have used a real light bulb that would have been too simple." she thought. The door to his office was the only plain thing in the room. Even his desk couldn't be ordinary. He had a cherry wood desk with two computer monitors that look more like TVs sitting side by side on top. To the left of the room was a plush looking white couch probably nobody is allowed to sit on. "This right here, is my office. I don't like being bottled up so my shit had to be a decent size for me. Since I found you by the window earlier tell me what you think bout this..", Jag walked behind his desk to the wall which had a curtain on it. He grabbed a string with his left hand and she notice he wore a wedding band. The whole curtain moved to the left revealing the best view of the city a man of his stature could buy. Teyani moved behind the desk temporarily forgetting about him and getting lost in the all you can see buffet in front of her. For miles and miles all she saw was sky scrapers, buildings, highways and occasional random ass water holes Florida calls lakes. She was so entranced she could vaguely make out Jag speaking but didn't realize he was standing behind her until he said for the second time "Damn girl you gone move or what?" Turning around she she got a better look at his eyes this time because of how close she was to him. He really was too damn good looking. Stepping to the right she got out of his way as he closed the curtain but continued to stare at her. "Yeah we're not being weird at all right now" she thought. "So its lunch time. I usually give everybody an hour and 15 minutes. You can go to lunch and when you get back we can go over some files I need you to dive into." Jag escorted Teyani to the elevator and with that she was off to lunch. As the day went by Jag sat at Teyani's desk showing her the ropes of her new job. He was sitting close enough that she could smell his cologne and it gave her mini shivers she tried to contain. She was a sucker for boys that smelled good. This guy right here wasn't a boy though. This was a grown assed man and damn if he didn't know it. His smell, his look, the way he talked made her feel funny. When he asked her direct questions and kept sustained eye contact it would automatically make her face heat up among other things. She caught herself looking away a lot because in her mind he could read exactly what she was thinking. In reality every time she would look away he would stare at her, wondering if she was paying attention to what he was saying. He thought maybe she had ADD because of how easily distracted she got with the window, her nails, her bracelet EVERY FUCKIN THANG! He had her go over a couple brief files to see if she understood any of what he said and to his surprise she knocked it out in less than 5 minutes. Confident she knew what she was doing, he gave her some expert level files and she immediately dug into it. Numbers... They don't lie. You can rearrange them all you want but if they don't add up your lies will be exposed. She was like a blood hound when it came to finding these lies. Teyani was so engrossed in reviewing one particular file she didn't hear the ding of the elevator until it was on its way back down. A woman was walking with a purpose toward her. She was gorgeous but had a diva demeanor about her. Slim in the waist. Thick hips. Nice amount of titties. Pretty chocolate skin. Teyani couldn't help but compare her own body to the woman. She was more of a petite build. At 5'0 even everything was a nice size, just compact. At best she could past for 17. This woman was clearly grown and her hair was in an edgy bob style. "Good afternoon mam do you have an appointment?" Teyani asked pleasantly. "Uhhhmmm who are you?" Asked the woman. Clearly this bitch dnt see that I work here. Teyani thought but what she said was "I'm the new account-..." The woman put her hand up to hush her and proceeded to stomp her way to the office Jag was in. Panicked Teyani jumped up to follow after the woman "Excuse me Miss, you can't go back there!" The woman turns the handle on the door and Jag was just getting out of his seat after hearing the commotion. "Who the fuck is this lil kid telling me where I can and can't go Jag?!" "Sir I tried to tell her she has to have an appoint- wait a minute y'all gone stop calling me little!" Jag walks over to the mystery bitch and says "Calm down baby that's my accountant. This her first day she don't know no better." He leans down and tongue kisses her while grabbing her ass and she leans into his embrace. Meanwhile, Teyani stands off to the side looking anywhere but at them until she backs out of the office. Just as she's about to close the door they disentangle themselves and Jag fixed his eyes at Teyani still looking like he was thinking nasty thoughts he says "Miss Jacobsen this my wife Chareese Graham, Reesie this my accountant Tanisha Jacobsen." "It's Teyani and nice to meet you Mrs. Graham I apologize." Completely ignoring Teyani Chareese says to Jag "I thought you said you wanted to hire that James dude?" "I was but I had to go to that conference in Japan last month so I told Mrs. Jevo to take care of the hiring for me. Besides Miss. Jacobsen smart as fuck so I'm satisfied." Teyani looked at Jag wondering if he realized how catty his wife was being for no reason. Jag seemed oblivious to the high tension or maybe Teyani was being paranoid and there was no malicious intent. Looking back one last time to close the door Teyani glances up and makes irrelevant eye contact with Jag who is staring at her with a frown on his gorgeous face while his wife goes about feeling him up. Feeling flustered from the encounter and the weird stare Teyani mutters to herself on her way back to her desk, "Fuck he keep looking at me like that for?" Once in a Lifetime Ch. 01 She told me the dates and I had no further questions. The strange feeling that evening she forgot to call Emelie and the clue that something was wrong had never left me and the short arguing we had that night could hardly be the whole reason to abandon the family during our summer vacation. We didn't do any arguing after she told me about her extra summer job. Our relationship was polite and correct but no attempts were made to show any kind of love. Our sex life was down to zero and I got the feeling that both of us waited for her departure time as a release. Chris and I shared a PC at home and of course it was as clean as expected. No strange numbers were called on the phone and she had begun to lay her cell phone in the kitchen, just as if she wanted me to examine it, which I never did. She left as expected. The kids and I took her to the airport; she gave all of us a hug, checked in and was gone. Chris had gotten a furnished two-room apartment, without rent and close to the hospital. She made a short call when she arrived there and promised to call us the next day when she had got her working schedule. Her schedule came as a fax to my office together with a short handwritten message that the job was fine and she would not call every day and her cell phone would be switched off most of the time but we could leave text or voice messages to it if we wanted her to call us in some urgent matter. Not a word about, "I miss you or I love you." It was our son who came up with the suggestion that we ought to take a trip to visit mom and stay in her apartment for a few days. Even our daughter was into it; we could rent a car and go to the Norwegian coast for a whale safari. And coach tours deep into an Iron mine. I accepted if they promised not to say a word to mom. We left on Thursday morning with an express train to the capital where we caught the flight to our destination. There we had a rented Volvo XC90 waiting for us at the airport, just in case we would get into bad mountain roads. Just before boarding the plane, I sent Chris a voice message to her cell phone, told her that the trip was our kids' suggestion and asked for the address to her apartment. After landing and getting the car I checked my cell phone for messages from Chris and there was a voice message. She sounded more angry than happy to get a visit from her family. However, she told us the address and that she would work overtime to six o'clock P.M. and that we could get a key to her apartment in the hospital reception. It didn't take me many minutes after we had got into the apartment to see that Chris hadn't been living there during her four nights in the north. Almost all her clothes were in her suitcase in the bedroom where the bed looked unused. No nightgown under the pillow. Very strange, indeed, because she always used to put the clothes on hangers in the wardrobe and in the drawers as the first thing she did when we came to a hotel for a week. I got the impression that she had brought the suitcase here in a hurry during her lunch break. Nothing in the garbage bag, the dishwasher not used, no traces of use in the bathroom. I decided not to show any suspicion to the children or not mention anything to Chris. No reason to make a mess of the children's holiday trip Chris rang and told me that she had eaten all her meals at the hospital, so there was no food at the apartment and asked us to go shopping for breakfast and eat our dinner in town. We did and came back to the apartment some time after her and I saw that she had emptied her suitcase into the wardrobe and drawers. The children greeted Chris with joy and even she had a happy expression in her face. It was a nice sunny evening and we decided on a trip to a hill to watch the midnight sun. Chris came with us and we acted like an average family. She went to her job early in the morning and rang me during the day and said that she had cancelled a planned hike with some fellow workers during the weekend and would came with us to the whale safari at Atlantic ocean outside the Norwegian coast. The kids became very happy about her decision. The kids and I spent much time at a guided coach tour deep down and several kilometers on a paved road into one of the largest iron mines in the world, where deep in the mountain there was a demonstration of huge drilling equipment. It was a busy but interesting day for the kids and me, indeed. I even had time to make a quick stop at an estate brokers office in town for a chat with a collogue. That guy was a native of the town and with his job he knew a lot of people, especially at the hospital because his wife was a secretary there and very tuned to the local gossip. He promised that it would be a piece of cake to find out who among the single doctors or administration top jocks had gotten into a relationship with a handsome X-ray nurse from the south who was living at his place for the time being. Some days are great days and I had hopefully solved one of my pains in the ass easier than expected. Our two days' tour to Norway and the whale safari was a great and memorable event because I knew that it was the last time the four of us would do anything as a family. I did my best to be polite and correct with Chris. I think she felt the same because at one moment I was sure that I saw tears in her eyes. I think she had regrets about her doings but she understood that I had seen too many clues in her apartment. To my great relief we got a four-bed family room at a small hotel so there was never any question about sex, which Chris and I had avoided since the day before her conference. I did really hope that her new boyfriend was so good for her that he was worth the problems to come. If he was a native of the north, there was no chance she could get him to move to our town in the south so we could have divided custody of the children. If she preferred to stay in the north with him, I would never let her take my children with her. If she intended to do that against the children's wishes, I would fight it with the best lawyers in the country. I doubted that Chris would be happy to live 1000 kilometers from her children and see them only a few times a year. An another guess was that Chris regarded me as a such wimp that though I must understood that she had been living somewhere other than in her apartment I would pretend not to see anything and take her back with open arms when her month long affair was over. It would be an advantage for me in my attempts to solve this matter if Chris regarded me as a wimp. The whale-safari was a great event because we saw several whales and came rather close to some of them. Chris and I forgot our problems and acted like a happy couple for a while. I think that much of her fear for a serious quarrel had left her because on the road back to her apartment she even asked me about my plans for the big birthday party I had promised her. My reply, "Yes, I have been working on it and will tell you a bit more next weekend," didn't gave her much information. On Monday morning, Chris left for work and the kids and I went on a one-day hike on what they called a "family path" in the wilderness. The kids and I caught the first flight home on Thursday morning. Chris gave me a hug when we parted. I hugged her back and gave her a kiss, which surprised her but I thought that would seal the happy days in our marriage. Back at the airport I rang my collogue and thanked him for the information I had gotten in his text message. I didn't say no when he offered to drive past the doctor's house in the evening and see if Chris' blue Ford Focus was parked on the driveway. Back home the kids rang Chris in the evening and talked a long time with her until she lost battery capacity in her cell phone. My northern friend sent me a text message at ten o'clock, "Her car is there." What else could I expect? I had kept Chris away from his cock for five nights and now they obviously were horny as hell. One of my employees who worked that week promised to stay in my house from Thursday to Friday with my kids when I told her the truth about the reason for my business trip. She had watched my kids a few times before when I had been away on quickly arranged business trips. I told the children that I had to see a huge summerhouse, in case their mom asked where I was gone. Several hours later I was back in the north. This time I had rented a blue Ford Focus just as Chris' so no neighbors would be suspicious when I visited her apartment. I had programmed my GPS with the doctor's address so it was easy to find his house in one of the better areas in town. Chris' Focus was in the driveway just as I expected. I had seen what I wanted to see and drove to her apartment. Inside I saw that it was almost as it was when the kids and I left it on Tuesday morning. She had not wasted any time with cleaning. The only difference was that Chris' suitcase and her clothes were missing. I spent the night in her apartment and left early in the morning for the doctor's address. Chris' Focus stood in the driveway exactly as it had the previous evening. I parked on the street outside his driveway, went to the front door and rang the doorbell. To my luck there was no peephole in the massive door. After several minutes a man in a blue nightgown opened the door. It was a black-haired man my own age and when he asked what I wanted, I simply told him, "I have an urgent letter to my wife." He got a surprised look on his face and replied, "Wrong address, nobody's wife is here." I pushed him hard so he fell on the floor and rushed past him. Within seconds I had found the master bedroom and there, under a blanket I found my lovely and, until recently, beloved wife Christine, who began to scream when she recognized that it was me who had entered the bedroom. I gripped the blanket, dragged it off her and saw that she was naked. I laid my brown envelope with the divorce papers between her legs and shouted, "Here is your birthday present, you cheap, shameless damn cheating whore." Then I left the bedroom and met the doctor in the doorway. He stepped aside and made no attempt to stop me when I passed him and left his house. I went straight to the airport, left the car and spent some time in the cafeteria waiting for my flight. I rang my new friend in town, thanked him for the information and told him the truth about what happened at the doctor's house so the truth would be known even at the hospital via my friend's wife. Back home again I began to call our friends and relatives and told them that Chris and I had decided to split up and go separate ways so the big birthday party was cancelled. When people asked for the reason, I told them that Chris met a doctor at a conference, and took a summer job at his hospital far up the north. I got suspicious so I went there and found Chris naked in the doctor's bed. None of them, except her mother, blamed me for that. Her dad, who never liked me, was glad to get rid of me. But everybody was surprised because they had regarded Chris and me as a perfect couple. As I expected, Chris didn't came home during her free weekend. Her mother called me from the north on Monday and told me that Chris had had a hard shock and the doctor had taken her to the hospital for psychiatric care during the weekend. She was working again but her mother would stay there with her for a week. When Chris' mother returned from the north she brought me the signed divorce papers from Chris with an enclosed handwritten letter, which read: "Dear Ralf: It doesn't matter what happens to me in the future, you will always be the man of my greatest love. I've been a stupid, selfish slut and I'm sorry for what I've done to you and our children and I will regret every moment of it as long as I live. I don't have any hopes about the future and don't blame you if you hate me but I still hope that we can talk with each other and I even hope that some time will heal your wounded soul so you will forgive me for my stupid misbehavior." Chris and I had our negotiation about practical matters when she came back from the north. I began it by saying, "Christine, I don't hate you and will never do that. But I am seriously wounded in my mind because everything I took for granted is in a questionable mess. Am I the father of our children? How many doctors have you fucked at your job? You have been out on more than a hundred girls' nights and how many of those ended in cheating? Have you fucked any of my friends? And how many of our friends have known about your whoring and gotten good laughs behind my back? Though these questions make it difficult for me to sleep during the nights, I don't hate you but I can't deny that it will be very difficult to forgive you. Please don't try to explain anything because I'm not able to detect the truth from the lies." Chris began to cry hysterically and rushed to the bathroom. When she had calmed down and came back after ten minutes, we had held our meeting about conditions, which were not mentioned in our divorce papers. Chris wanted to use her legal right to stay in our old home in my house for six months until the divorce was final, which created several questions about how to live in the same house. Both of us did our best to limit the problems for our children. Chris agreed to sleep in the spare room. I don't know if she had any hope about a cancelled divorce but one thing was for sure, I had no such intentions. Chris' best friend from the job, a lovely handsome girl by the name of Monica rang me one day and wanted to see me to talk about some matters. I agreed and she came to my office after her work and stayed almost two hours. Monica told me that she and her other fellow workers were worried about Chris and the others had asked Monica to talk with me. As her best friend, Monica had many long talks with Chris, and as I had never cared to demand that Chris tell me any details, Monica had decided that it would be easier for me to forgive Chris if I knew the truth about what had happened. Monica told me that the divorce had almost broken Chris to a wreck after she came back from the north. During the years Chris had witnessed many romantic doctor - nurse affairs at the hospital and had a secret dream of enjoying that once in her lifetime. When she met "the doctor of her dreams" far away from home at the midnight sun-conference, she thought it was now or never. She had decided "now" and had turned into something like a romantic schoolgirl when she let the doctor seduce her. The forgotten phone call to Emelie and my actions at the hotel had caused her problems but after some thinking she had decided to go the whole way. But when the kids and I had arrived to the north with only a few hours' notice she hadn't had any chance to fix the evidence in the apartment of her cheating. She suspected that I had seen several clues in her apartment that she hadn't been living there. But to her great relief I hadn't asked any questions or been nasty toward her. The visit of her family with the happy family gathering at the whale safari had given Chris serious remorse about her cheating and turned her remaining time at the north into an emotional hell. My good behavior during the visit made Chris rather confused at first because I had never been a wimp before but she had a hope that my love for her and the family was so strong that it made me compromise my manhood. She had decided to stop her cheating immediately and give me all her love during the weekend at home and be faithful to me and live alone in her own apartment during the remaining time in the north. After all she had only spent four nights in the doctor's house and had sex during three of them. How many marriages hadn't survived after much more cheating that that? But the doctor had come down with a painful bout of lumbago during the weekend we were in Norway, so she had agreed to live in his house and nurse him until she left for her weekend off with the family. They had slept in separate beds without any sex until Friday morning, when the doctor had persuaded her to have one more time of "goodbye sex" before they parted forever. She had agreed after many doubts but when they were naked and ready to begin, somebody had rung the doorbell and she had a serious shock when I had rushed into the bedroom. She had begun screaming and crying hysterically and didn't stop until she was brought to the hospital in an ambulance. She had never been to the doctor's house again during her remaining time in the north. Her mother had gone there and collected her things. Chris had told Monica that she had no connections with the doctor. It had never been intended to be a long lasting affair, only an once in a lifetime doctor - nurse love story, a stupid mistake with terrible consequences. When I asked Monica how many times Chris had cheated before at her many earlier conference trips and girls' nights out, she swore that it had never happened. She told me that as far as she knew only two of the girls in their gang had been involved in cheating during their nights out and none of them were living now with the husband of that time. She even told me that my DNA test of the children had been very humiliating for Chris who even had sworn that she never had cheated on me with any of our friends or doctors at the local hospital. Monica said that she believed her hundred percent. Monica didn't know if Chris knew the doctor before she met him in the north and in my opinion it didn't really matter; if she had fucked him three or twenty nights up there, even one night would been one night too much. But Monica had never heard Chris mention anything about her possible affair with her ex when she had lied to me about her doings in her hometown. When Monica tried to explain that Chris had intended to use the big extra salary for her party, she got a strange expression in her face when I told her that Chris' northern adventure had a negative impact on the family economy because with the lack of competition full price domestic flights cost so much more than international flights. So the kids and I could got a two weeks' charter trip to Thailand with a fair hotel included for less than I paid for our trip to the north. My second trip and her mother's trip and Chris higher tax bracket increased the negative impact to the family but that was totally unimportant for us in the present situation. Then Monica asked me if I had dated anybody because it would be a piece of cake for a guy like me to arrange dates. I told her that I had never cheated on Chris and because of the law we were still married so I had no such interest for the time being. Monica begged me to forgive Chris. She was sure that I would get the best, most loving and faithful wife in the world if I did that. I replied that I had been hurt so much that now I probably was in worse shape than Chris and I wasn't able to think about any matter concerning the future. I needed all my strength to get through the present days. She said that she understood and suggested we arrange a new meeting, to which I agreed. Then when we parted she said, "Please don't burn all your bridges behind you." It was a strange situation in our home and I didn't know what to do at her birthday, which was on a Wednesday. I bought a bunch of flowers for her on my way home from the job. I don't think she had expected even that because she perked up when she got them. Other people respected her advertising about, "No celebration by request." However, her girls' night out gang went out partying on Friday night and I heard when she came home rather tipsy early, about one in the morning. Monica came back to me one week later and told me that she had met Chris' ex who had told her a story almost identical to that Chris had told me. After a pleasant chat about some other matters I asked Monica if she ever cheated on her husband. She denied it but told me that she had caught her husband several years ago and forgiven him after a month of hard time, which she never regretted because she had a much better husband when he was afraid to be dumped. To her great pleasure he still continued with his better behavior. Once in a Lifetime Ch. 01 Chris had not been happy when I had sent our children's DNA tests to a private laboratory. To my great relief I was the father of both of them. A Saturday evening Chris invited me for dinner to talk about some matters regarding our children. During the small talk I asked her if she dated someone and she told me that she had no intentions of doing that as long as she was married. When she asked me about the same thing I told her that I feared it would be impossible to find someone who could replace my ex. Chris replied with a bright smile, "I know one woman who is better than your ex." "I really doubt that it is possible." "Yes, it is. Your ex cheated you and I know for sure that this woman would never do that. "Sounds great but how come such great lady is not taken?" "I think she wants Mr. Right and will never accept a Mr. Almost-Right." "And how come I would be regarded as a possible Mr. Right candidate?" "Because you've got the right qualifications." To be honest, I was inclined to agree with Chris that taking her back would, without any doubt, be the very best choice both for me and for the family. But common sense about practical matters wasn't enough for healing a damaged relationship. My situation included very strong emotions and my wounded feelings said, "No way." I knew that I could not even think about that solution for the time being. It was out of question. A strange matter in this mess was that after about four months the opinion among our friends and relatives had turned to Chris' favor. They began to give me small hints that it was high time to forgive her and get back to an average family again. According to a Gallup poll, the cheating level in this country is said to be about 50% so they were almost right that I overreacted. Chris and I managed to share the house without any quarrels and for our children the separation had only created very limited problems. I can't deny that it was a real pain to see Chris every day and avoid all temptations to hug and kiss her. But the pain I had gotten from finding her naked in the doctor's bed was still too strong to be cured. As both Christmas and the New Year were within the six months, we agreed to spend them as a family. On New Year's Eve, we were invited to big party at my best friend's house and I knew that it would be a great temptation to be there with Chris, who would do her best to a very lovely wife. (To be continued) Once in a Lifetime Ch. 02 Many thanks to Techsan for the editing of this story. This story is a direct sequel of the previous "Once in a Lifetime" story, which you are recommended to read before reading this story. * Celebrating the Italian saint St. Lucia at December 13 is a special event in Scandinavia, with a nice, usually tall and blond girl chosen as Lucia in every town, every school and in many other places. There are many rumors about scared Nobel Prize winners who sometimes after an hard and late night have been awakened at their hotel rooms early in the morning by several singing girls in white nightgowns, one wearing a crown with burning candles on her head and the others holding a candle in their hand. At least one of the Prize Winners have admitted that he, for several seconds, believed he had been surrounded by angels in heaven. Our daughter, Emelie, had been chosen to be Lucia in her school and all parents were invited to the traditional Lucia evening at the school. Chris and I went together and I noted that it surprised several parents there who didn't expect couples who had filed for divorce be there together. A few days later Monica came with a real surprise. She suggested we have a dinner together at a small restaurant. I asked if her husband knew about her plans and when she said he did, I accepted. Chris noted that I was a bit more careful in my dressing than usual and asked with visible sadness in her eyes, "Do you have a date? Anybody I know?" "No, not a date, not really. I'm going to see a very lovely woman for dinner but she is already married and she doesn't have any other intentions with me than counseling." Monica was very sexy that evening and during the meal we had a pleasant chat about daily matters. But then when we had gotten coffee, she launched her rocket, "Ralf, do you regard me as sexy?" "Yes, very. You are gorgeous, indeed." "Would you get even with Chris and then go back to her if I slept with you tonight?" It hit like a kick in my head and it took me several seconds before I could reply. "If you had asked me to sleep with you before I met Chris, I wouldn't have hesitated a nanosecond, but I regret to say that it is a different game today. Why destroy your own marriage to help Chris?" "Because I have a "wildcard" for one cheating and believe me, it was my husband who gave it to me some years ago and suggested that I use it now because he wants me to help poor Chris." "I'm surprised." "That wildcard was his suggestion when he wanted me back after his cheating. I took it because it will put some pressure on him to be a good guy but I had forgotten it and had never had any plans or intentions to use it until he suggested that I use it with you because he feels sorry for you and Chris." "Doesn't matter what he says but it would hurt him like hell. I'm happy for Chris that she has such great friends as you but, my dear Monica, I like you too much to cuckold your husband and make a mess of your marriage. He seems to be a good guy." "I guess that my husband thinks the same about you. He prefers that I sleep with a good fellow like you instead of some unknown womanizer who could turn it into a longer lasting affair." "Sorry to say 'No thanks' and I really hope that you never want or need to use your silly wildcard. Please give it back to him and I'm sure you'll not regret that." "You men act strange sometimes. Of course there are no hard feelings and I hope we can remain friends on a family level when Chris and you have solved your problems. But please promise to keep my suggestion as our little secret." "Of course." We parted and promised to keep in touch when we had any news to tell. With only two employees, the possibilities are a bit limited to have anything that looks like a party at the office, so Chris and I used to take out my employees and their spouses for dinner at some nice place. To my great pleasure Chris accepted my invitation to join me at the dinner on the last Friday evening before Christmas. Once again we forgot our marriage problems and acted like an average couple. On Monday morning both of my employees attacked me. "Why in the hell are you playing your damn stupid game and using her when it suits your needs and why don't you take her back?" When I didn't come back with any reply to their satisfaction, both of them joked about a strike at the office after the New Year if I continued with my, in their opinion, silly behavior. It is not easy to be a victim when an increasing number of people regarded me as the crook, including now even my employees. However the Christmas went on as expected. We spent the eve as a family holiday and on Christmas day Chris took the kids with her to her parents while I paid a short visit to my folks, who were divorced and remarried a long time ago. Chris and I had agreed to only buy one gift of limited value to each other but I gave the kids a fair amount of money for gifts to their mom and Chris had done the same. Once again we succeed in spending an event together without any quarrel. On Boxing Day evening, Chris went out with her girl gang from work to celebrate something and the day after Monica rang me for a quick meeting after work. She had interesting news for me; Chris had told the girl gang that she had met a nice divorced man who had began courting her, but she had resisted his attempts so far and they had agreed to see each other as friends until her divorce was final, but if I ignored her on the New Year's Eve, she would begin dating him more seriously. Monica told me that now it was up to me if I wanted to have the best wife I ever could get or let a fortune seeker get her. She said I ought to know that from now on it wasn't certain that she would make her choice and choose me without getting to know him better so she could do a fair comparison between us. She just might begin dating him seriously after our divorce was final and prefer him if she found him better than me. Obviously I had neglected her for too long a time. I promised Monica to tell her anything new about Chris and me. My friend had arranged a great New Year party for eight couples. Chris was nicely dressed in a new short black dress I had never seen before, and her hairdresser had done a great job with her hair. She had a very sexy appeal without been sluttish in any way. She was great, indeed. I noted several times that she had some kind of "Mona Lisa" smile on her face when she looked at me. Just like she was thinking, "Now or never." Of course, Monica's message to me could be an invention of the girl gang to help Chris get me back but I wasn't sure about that. I regarded the possibility that Monica had told me the truth as at least a fifty percent chance and if I wanted to do something to get even with Chris I had to believe what she had told me and do it here and now. I was dancing with Chris most of the evening, even when the dance got interrupted for the count down to the New Year. We stood close to each other and as all other couples, even Chris and I kissed. She looked surprised at first but then she hugged me hard and we kissed more intensively than in many years. Of course I got a real hard on and when Chris felt it, she got that strange smile on her face again and whispered in my ear, "I think you need to end this evening with service from a real slut." I regarded her joke as an invitation and replied, "Do you know some one you can suggest?" "Yes." "Do you think it is okay with her?" "Yes." "Any conditions?" "Not from me." "We can't leave before the nightcap, can we?" "We? Why should I come with you to her? But you can't leave before the night cap." I felt how I froze to a statue. Obviously I had completely misunderstood her. I believed that she had been joking about herself as a slut and now my head was a bit slow after all the drinks so I couldn't find anything to say in several seconds. Then I looked her straight in her eyes and said, "Sorry for joking with you. I would never go to any slut because I'm married to the loveliest woman in the world and would never cheat on her. She is the only woman I ever want." Now she got that Mona Lisa smile again and said, "So you would prefer to go home and make love to your abandoned wife instead of going to my young horny fellow worker who used to say she wants you any time you wish?" I continued to look in her eyes and asked her, "Christine, can't we let this new year be a new start in our marriage?" "No, Ralf, I regret to say that we need to have a serious talk before we can decide anything about the future. But tonight I want to be your slut and help you get rid of that problem in your pants. I'm sure that we can work out an acceptable solution at least to that." We left the party when it closed about three o'clock in the morning. Back home we didn't waste any time but went straight to the master bedroom. Standing on the floor I took off her dress, bra and panties but let her keep her stockings and high heels. I hadn't seen her naked since I saw her in the doctor's bed and got horny as hell. She must have felt the same way since she undressed me in a few seconds. We didn't waste any time with foreplay but went straight to the bed where both of us had an intensive orgasm within less than a minute. After kissing for a few minutes, she sucked me hard so we could get involved in longer lasting lovemaking, which turned out to be the most intensive sex since the first time we did it after she had invited me for dinner in her small apartment. When even that had reached the climax, she began to cry and sobbed that she had missed me so much since we had sex more than six months ago. The next morning Chris suggested that we take a walk after breakfast and I began to feel some fear about what she had to say during that walk. While walking, I began to say that I loved her with all my heart and wanted to cancel the divorce. She remained silent for a while before she replied, "I've been waiting almost six months to hear those words, but I've been thinking a lot about the future and regret to say I found out that it is not the very best solution, not at all." "Didn't the last night mean anything to you?" "Of course it did. Very much indeed." "What is the best solution? Have you met somebody else?" "Yes, I have met a man whom I want to know better. In fact he has invited me for dinner tonight. But I'm not sure about any solution and promise and swear that I'll remain faithful to you the remaining time of our marriage, that's for sure." "So I'm out of the picture now?" "I didn't say that, did I?" "To be honest, I don't know anything any longer." "Yesterday was a happy day for me, and I'm very glad that you didn't use our children against me in any way. I will always regret what I did to you at the north but we must go on with our lives and I will tell you what I want to do with my life when I know that myself." There was no more talking about the future and I had no ideas about her plans. Chris left in a taxi about eight in the evening. I had promised Monica to tell her when something happened between Chris and me so I rang her and told her that we had been together again but Chris said "no, thanks" to my suggestion that we skip the divorce. Monica told me that she already knew that and told me the name of Chris' date. She suggested that I take it easy because I had done the only right thing I could do for the time being when I told Chris that I wanted us to continue our marriage. Chris came home before eleven o'clock from her date and said yes when I asked her to move back to the master bedroom. I seduced her to a good fuck but she acted a bit strange so I didn't know if she pretended that she was fucking her date or she was sore from our intensive night before. As soon as I got to my office the next morning, I began to find out information about a Thomas Berring and was thankful to Chris for she had chosen to date a guy with a rather unusual name. That made it much easier for me to find out information in different for public available databases. He was divorced a year ago and had two children, owned a supermarket in a suburb, also owned an expensive house in a nice area, a summerhouse on an island, a two year old BMW 518 and an almost new Kawasaki motorcycle but his supermarket could only afford to give him a surprising low salary. He was in the Bailiff's register for not paying child support for his children children. The most interesting information came from the court where he was sentenced to two months for abusing his ex-wife. He was a member of the board in the oldest golf club in our area. I had recently found a nice house for a fair price from one of the other board members at the club so I rang him about this Thomas. Obviously he didn't like him very much and called him a smarmy type who was clever enough not to have any affairs with club members' wives but, when some of the board members had lunch yesterday, Thomas had bragged that he had met a nice divorced nurse who would be the light of his life. Once again, Chris had succeeded in finding a "wife boxer" and I'm sure that one of such kind, as her first husband was enough of that kind for her. However, this Thomas was obviously a very skilled womanizer and he would without doubt have a good chance to get Chris between the sheets in his nice house after our divorce, especially if she was a bit pissed at me for waiting so long time before forgiving her affair. What could I do, tell her what I knew? I rang Monica and told her what I knew about Chris' friend, Thomas. We decided to take it easy for a while and see what happened. Chris went out with some girlfriends on Saturday evening and to a hockey match on the next Wednesday with Thomas but was home early on both evenings and I didn't have any comments. She had her period and we had no sex. Then she didn't have any more dates with him and, on the evening of the day our divorce was final, she had arranged for a girl to look after our kids and invited me out for the evening. Instead of a restaurant she took me to a popular singles bar with a fair dance band that evening. The bar was very crowded but she took me to a booth where Monica and her husband were sitting with a bottle of Champagne in an ice bucket and four glasses on the table. As soon as we were seated, Chris looked me straight in my eyes and said, "Ralf, I love you with all my heart. Will you marry me?" Once again I got over being speechless, I noted a fear in her eyes when it took several seconds before I could reply, "Yes Christine, I will." Later at the evening when I danced with Monica she told me that it was one of their fellow workers living near Thomas who had told Chris why Thomas' ex had left him and that there were many rumors about him forcing employees into affairs with him. Chris had gotten pale and obviously had cold feet, skipping all further connections with him. Later on she had told them that I had been her first choice even if Thomas had been a better guy. We married two weeks later in the city hall with our children, my best friend and his wife, Monica, and her husband as witness. We spent the honeymoon as a two weeklong family holiday in Thailand together with our children. Just married to the loveliest woman I ever met, I'm happy to know for sure that she will be a faithful loving wife.