22 comments/ 50070 views/ 1 favorites The Divorce By: StephenEMeyer Beep...Beep...Beep... The rhythmic beat of Danny Effron's heart filled the CCU room. He stirred, slowly regaining consciousness. Opening his eyes he waited until he could focus. He was in a hospital room. The pain screamed though his nerve ends. He had just wanted them to let him die. "Let me go." Pip...pip...pip...pip... "Please just let me die." Pip...Pip...Pip... "I'm sorry Sam. Please, just stop the pain." Pip...Pip...Beep... "Sam, help me." Pip...Beep...Beep...Beep...Beep. Danny woke suddenly. He shivered. Sweat soaked the sheets of the bed. The nightmare had come again. This time, though, it had changed, moved on from the gas station to the hospital. Slowly he brought his breathing under control. Seeing Sam sleeping peacefully he slid his legs over the edge of the bed. He paused and then moved carefully so as not to disturb her. In the kitchen he poured himself a glass of milk. "Hey!" said Sam softly as she padded into the kitchen "I'm sorry if I woke you." Sam shook her head. "I woke up when I didn't feel you next to me." Sam had located a house two days after the confrontation with the parent units. The viewing was that afternoon. It was a fixer-up; a three bed and three bath detached unit that had been a foreclosure. Danny only had to look at Sam to know that this was where they should be. Sam had made enquiries and discovered what the bank was asking for the house. They bid $45,000 under the bank's asking price. The bank accepted the offer immediately. Gayle completed the contractual details. Sam took two pieces of furniture with her when she moved out; Jessica's cot and the leather armchair from the kitchen. She had bought the armchair whilst at university; she had found it in a second hand store. She couldn't really afford it but it turned out to be the best $25 she had ever spent. Before moving in they had spent two weeks redecorating the kitchen, one of the bathrooms and the master bedroom. They purchased new furniture starting with a solid oak framed king size bed in the master bedroom. An identical queen size bed was sitting in its wrapping in the second bedroom. Sam moved Danny's hand and then climbed on to into his lap. Unconsciously she tucked up her legs and rested her head on his shoulder. The hem of her hockey shirt slid off her thighs revealing her white panties. He felt his cock pulse. Yet he only wrapped his arms around her and held her close. If there was any guilt Sam felt none as she sat in court knowing that she was nursing Danny's cum inside. Serenaded by the dawn's chorus they had made love on the kitchen table that morning. Secrets and lies, they would be revealed. Sam had one that she hadn't confessed to Danny. It was a fear rather than a secret. They told each other everything. It had started with Danny. Strangely Sam remembered that it had been a Thursday. Danny had looked troubled. After dinner he had taken her by the hand and led her to the living room. Sam didn't interrupt as he told her of the nightmares. She was shocked when he told her that he had met with a police department psychologist. He had further shocked her when he asked her to be there. Sam saw the next step in their relationship. It was during one of the twice weekly sessions that the psychologist took her to one side and explained how Danny was building up a relationship with her based ultimately on love but also on trust. By including her in his innermost thoughts and fears he was giving her his unreserved trust. It was the same bond that solders in the same unit established between one another. That same bond of trust existed between an undercover agent and their handler. Danny was offering the same to her. As she looked into his eyes she made a vow that no matter what happened she would tell him her fears. She saw it in his eyes. They were a mirror of hers "We'll talk later," he said privately. Sam nodded, slightly puzzled that he knew what she was thinking. They had been sitting in the court room for over twenty minutes when Chris, Henry Martindale, his attorney, Michelle, Bob and Mary entered. Danny had sensed them enter the room. He didn't look up when they hesitated in the aisle before moving in the bench seat opposite to sit behind the defence table. From time to time they would sneak looks across the courtroom. "All rise!" Danny moved to his feet as Judge Margaret Rolling of the 17th District entered the court. Rolling caught his eye. It was the barest of moments but she had made him aware that she knew of his presence. The gavel was rapped on the small wooden pad and Rolling called the court to order. Sam had filed divorce papers first. Gayle was the prosecuting attorney. "Council, please call your first witness." Gayle spoke clearly. "We call Daniel Effron to the stand." Sam's head jerked up. She was expecting to be called to the stand. It was not to be as Danny walked slowly to the stand. The bailiff moved to the stand and Danny swore the oath. "Daniel, have you ever slept with your sister." "Objection," roared Martindale. Gayle had just usurped her opposite number. "Relevance?" "It will soon become evident, Your Honour." "Overruled but please get there quickly Ms Demmy." "Yes, your Honour." Danny was silent. "I can't answer." Danny saw Martindale silently punch the air. "Why?" asked Gayle. "I don't know if I have a sister or not." "Objection, your Honour." Martindale was on his feet in an instant. "Mr Effron has two sisters, Samantha Dettmer and Michelle Davis, as he well knows." Danny turned in his seat. "Your honour, may I finish?" "Yes." Rolling waved Martindale back to his seat. "I'm adopted, as is Samantha. Michelle Davis is the Effron's biological daughter. We are only related through the adoption. Biologically we are not related." He paused. . "When Sam confronted Mary and Bob Effron about the affair between Chris Dettmer and Michelle Davis they disowned us. You can see by where they have chosen to sit, who they are supporting in this divorce, their daughter's lover. " "If they consider us to be no longer part of their family then I am no longer their son. By logic I cannot be a brother to either Michelle or Samantha." Gayle waited as a snap conversation between Martindale and his client filled the room. "Your Honour, if the opposite council requires a recess so that he can speak with his client then would he ask for it or hold down the noise." Martindale coloured at the rebuke. "Daniel, have you slept with Samantha Dettmer and Michelle Davis?" "Yes." Gayle spoke to Martindale, "Your witness." Martindale jumped to his feet. "So you admit to sleeping with Samantha Dettmer." "Objection, your Honour. Was there a question in there? I seemed to have missed it if there was." "Daniel..." "Objection, Council does not know the witness, so will refer to the witness without familiarity." Gayle was pushing Martindale's buttons. "Mr Effron, have you slept with Samantha Dettmer." "Yes." Martindale walked confidently back to his seat. He had what he wanted. "I have no more questions." Gayle waited. "Daniel, please explain to the court when you started sleeping with Samantha." Gayle was carefully setting her questions. She had been tipped off that Martindale was planning on an offensive strategy making out that Samantha was the adulterer. "I've been sleeping with Sam since I was two years old. Mary Effron discovered that I never had nightmares when I was with Sam so she had my mattress put in her room." "Have you slept with Michelle Effron?" "No." "Have you slept with Michelle Davis?" "Yes." "Objection!" "When did you last sleep with Michelle Davis?" asked Gayle, dismissing the objection out of hand. She wanted momentum. "She came to my room the night before Chris Dettmer walked out of Sam." Martindale dropped into his seat. "We were both staying the night at the Dettmer house." A strange thought crossed his mind. Michelle had come to his room after hearing what she thought were Chris and Sam fucking in the room next door. She hadn't been cold. She wanted to escape. "Is it true that Michelle Davis asked you to move into her apartment with her?" Danny nodded. "Yes, we were sitting around the kitchen table when she asked me to move in with her." "You said we, could you state who was present?" "In the room were Samantha, Chris Dettmer, Michelle Davis, Mary and Bob Effron and me." "There is only the one bed at Michelle's place, is that correct?" "Yes." Gayle returned to her seat to collect her legal pad. "You now share a house with Samantha, is that correct?" "Yes. It made sense to get a place together." "Is that the only reason?"Danny looked at Samantha. "No, Sam is my only family." Gayle moved across the courtroom. "How can she be family when you have already stated that you don't have a sister?" "The day that we were disowned by the Effrons we swore an oath to be there for each other." "An oath? Is that like a marriage oath?" "No. Marriage is a legal oath that some don't take seriously. We made an oath to each other." Sam felt tears in her eye as she recollected the conversation with the psychologist. "When did you first learn about the marriage break up between the Dettmers?" "Sam and I went to collect my new truck. She was quiet; too quiet. When I asked her what was wrong she told me that Chris had told her that he had met someone else and wanted a divorce. Sam then told me that he was leaving her and Jessica after the Holidays so that he could be with his lover." "When did you next see Chris Dettmer?" "One hour later. He was waiting at the house when we returned." "Would you tell the court about the two conversations you had with Chris Dettmer?" "The first conversation occurred before we entered the house. I told him that if he had a gift for Jessica then I would meet up with him and I would make sure that she would get it." "What was his response?" "To quote him, he said the bitch wanted a kid; she can keep it." Gayle waited. She was using her courtroom skills to their maximum. "Could you tell the court about the other conversation?" "That took place inside the house. He had just come down stairs with his bags. I asked him to leave his keys on the hall table. He threw the key at me." "Would you repeat what he said to you before leaving the house?" "He told me that Mikey was a better fuck." There was an audible gasp in the court room. He didn't need to look across the court to know that it had been Michelle. "Is that the moment that you learned of the affair between Chris Dettmer and Michelle Davis?" Danny didn't answer immediately. "Danny?" Gayle watched him closely. "No," he answered, taking Gayle by surprise. He looked directly at Sam. "I'm sorry; I should have realised what was going on sooner." Gayle appeared calm. "Please explain to the court when you realised that they were having an affair." "The night I got back into town I called on Mouse...I mean Michelle Davis. It was late. She wasn't home so I was thinking of heading back to my hotel when a cab pulled up. It was Michelle. I was waiting on the front porch. She saw me and called me Chris." "Then there was the time we were at the Mall. One of her work colleagues approached us and asked if I was the guy that she had told them all about. Michelle shushed her work colleague before she could say more." "Danny, you said early that you just got back into town. When did you last see your family before the Christmas just past?" "I've missed the arrival of Jessica and I missed Michelle Davis's wedding and subsequent divorce." "So this time was very important to you." "Yes, though it turns out to be something very different." "I have no more questions for this witness." Martindale started to rise. "No questions your Honour." "You may step down," said Rollin. "It's also good to see you again Officer Effron." "Likewise, Your Honour." Rollins banged her gavel. "I'd like to see both Councils in my chambers. Court is in recess." Danny returned to his seat. Sam turned around in her chair. They spoke quietly. "Don't you dare say that you are sorry for not realising that they were cheating on us. " Danny was shocked at the use of the word us. "I've been living with him for months and didn't know until he told me." They sat together. Danny was sitting just behind Sam. Across the court Chris was talking with Michelle and Mary and Bob. Neither Danny nor Sam cast a single glance their way. "What do you think is going on in there?" Danny looked up on hearing a door open. He nodded for Sam to look over her shoulder. Gayle and Martindale had re-entered the court. Danny saw the stern look on Gayle's face. "What's going on?" asked Sam before Gayle had a chance to take her seat. Gayle was looking at Danny. "You didn't tell me that you knew Judge Rolling." "I still can't," he answered. Gayle understood. Rolling looked at Gayle. "Call your next witness Ms Demmy." "We retain the right to recall our witness before summation, Your Honour." Danny could see that Gayle had surprised even Rolling. "We rest our case." "In that case, call you first witness Mr Martindale." "We call Chris Davis to the stand." Danny watched Gayle demeanour as Martindale went through a carefully rehearsed witness questioning. During the questioning she made notes on the legal pad set out on her knee. Martindale was making him out to be the injured party. "Mr Dettmer, do you deny having an affair with Michelle Davis?" He shook his head. "No. I didn't plan to fall in love with Mikey but these things happen." "Then why are you fighting this petition in court?" "My wife wants an equal division of the house. The house is in my name. The mortgage payments were paid from my account." "But you were the one who left the house." "I was told to pack my belongings and leave by Danny Effron." Martindale turned and walked back to his seat. "One more question. Did you feel threatened by Mr Effron?" "Yes, I did." Gayle remained seated. "Mr Dettmer, when did your affair with Ms Davis start?" "November 2009." "So, the two of you have attended three family Christmases at Mary and Bob Effrons and countless other family occasions since that time." "Objection, Your Honour; relevance." "Withdrawn, Your Honour." Gayle had made her point. "Was Michelle Davis married at the time your affair started?" "Yes." "You were in fact the reason why she was divorced by her husband on grounds of adultery?" "I said yes." "Did you inform Samantha Dettmer that you were planning on leaving her so that you could be with your lover?" "Objection, Your Honour." "Does Council want me to call her a slut?" Gayle's expression was stone faced. "Objection is overruled. Ms Demmy I don't want to hear that word in my court again." Gayle nodded. "I apologise to the court." "Do you want me to repeat the question Mr Dettmer?" Gayle asked faultlessly. "No. It is true. I did tell Sam that I would be leaving after Christmas." Gayle moved to her feet. Danny saw the change in her body language. "You stated earlier that the house was in your name, correct?" "Yes." "Is it not true that the mortgage was taken out through your employer and that it was proviso that the house is in your name only." "Yes," Dettmer answered. "You also stated that the mortgage payments were made through your account, correct." "That's correct." "Is it not correct that the money for half on the monthly payment was paid into that account by my client?" "We used that money for all the joint household bills," Dettmer answered. Danny felt Martindale groan. "I'm done with this witness." Martindale moved swiftly to recover. Gayle didn't challenge any of the questions. "We call Bob Effron to the stand." Martindale continued the carefully rehearsed questioning. He was aiming to paint Danny as violent. "Bob, werdid you feel threatened by your son, Daniel." Gayle didn't object to Danny being referred to as Bob's son. She didn't need to. "Yes, it was the night that Chris left the house. We, that is Mary my wife and my daughter, brought Jessica home. When we arrived Sam came to take Jessica from us and we waited for her to return. Michelle went to the kitchen to talk with Daniel. She was very upset by what went on and ran out of the house. We then went into the kitchen to confront Daniel. It was in the kitchen that he threatened me." "Your witness." Gayle was instantly on her feet. "So you wnet to confront daniel?" "I..." Gayle wasn;t about to wait. "This incident when you felt threatened occurred in the kitchen correct?" "Yes." "The conversation became quite heated, correct?" Bob nodded. "Please answer yes or no for the court." "Yes." "Did you feel protective for your wife?" "Yes." "So, you took a step to protect her." "I don't remember." "But you do remember being threatened?" asked Gayle, maintaining the intensity. "Yes." "Do you remember what Daniel actually said to you?" "He said don't take me on and that he would arrest me for assault on a police officer." "So you did, in fact, threaten Daniel and Samantha first?" "Objection. Already asked and answered." "It's funny how the witness can remember what was said but does not recall stepping forward. It sounds very convenient. Withdrawn." "Is Daniel Effron a police officer?" "Yes." "So you did in fact threaten a police officer." Bob didn't answer. Gayle moved away. "Did your wife tell Samantha and Daniel that Mr Dettmer and your daughter would be staying at your house whilst during the divorce?" "Yes." "So, you disowned them." "No, we never said that." "But you did tell Daniel and Samantha that you put a roof over their heads." "I'm not sure." "Would loving parents say that to a son and daughter?" Bob was silent. "I'm done with this witness." Martindale started to rise. "No re-cross your Honour. We call Mary Effron to the witness stand." Mary Effron sat upright on the witness stand. "Mrs Effron, do you love your children?" "Yes, I don't like them very much at times." Martindale laughed. It sounded false to Danny. "You gave your love bringing Samantha and Daniel into your family, isn't that so?" "We gave them what we gave to Michelle." "Then, can you explain Daniel Effron's statement that you and your husband disowned both him and Samantha. " "The thing about putting a roof over their heads is true. But we gave them more. We gave them love. We gave them hope." "Did you turn your back on them?" "Michelle came to us and told us about the affair. What were we supposed to do? Turn our backs on her." "No," Martindale answered. "Your witness." Gayle paused. She turned and looked over her shoulder. Danny shook his head. "No questions Your Honour." Rolling looked across the court. "You may step down." "Call your next witness Council." "We rest Your Honour." Rolling banged her gavel. "I'd like to see Council in my chambers." Gayle and Martindale were gone for seven minutes. "Anyway as a result of Daniel's testimony Judge Rolling told Martindale to speak with Chris. She is of the mind to give you sole custody of Jessica." "I accept." "That's not all. She is also of the mind to split the house 50/50." "He can have the house. I just don't want him to have any access to Jessica." "Do you want me to make a deal?" "Yes." Danny just let Sam be. She had been quiet since leaving the court room. The ride home was made in total silence. The case had come to a premature end. Dettmer had finally agreed to Sam's conditions and had given up all rights to Jessica. Home he had left her alone. Sam had taken Jessica upstairs. He had returned several minutes later to stand at the foot of the stairs. He could hear Sam singing a soft lullaby to Jessica. The Divorce He was sitting in the kitchen when she entered. She stood across the room watching him for several minutes. He noticed that she had changed into her sleep shirt. The silence was killing him. Sam walked over to where he was sitting and moved to sit in his lap. He put his arms around her and pulled her close. "What's wrong?" "I don't think that I can go on like this anymore." He tried to rise. Sam wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tightly. "We act more like a married couple but we're not." Danny had his eyes closed as he tried to anticipate where Sam was going with this. "Look at me, Danny." He opened his eyes and looked into Sam's loving gaze. "We chose this house. You and I decorated our bedroom. We worked on this kitchen. We are doing Jessica's nursery together. We make love." Tears now welled in her eyes. "Are you leaving me?" "Oh God, no, how can you think that?" Danny couldn't find his voice. "I think I'm pregnant." Danny lifting her up in his arms he walked across to the kitchen counter. "Danny, no..." He put her down. Turned her and then pushed her across the counter. He hand loosed his belt. He let his pants fall to his ankles and he reached underneath her shirt. "No, Danny..." Sam wasn't wearing pants. He slipped his hands between her thighs. She was wet. His cockhead eased apart her lips. He entered her in a single thrust. "Danny... Ugh! What are...ugh...you doing?" "Making....sure... that you are pregnant" They were driven from basic lust. Danny slammed into her. Sam met his every thrust. They came as one. Sam looked at him. She touched his face. "This is what you want, isn't it?" "I do now." Sam frowned. Concern etched on her face. "I thought you couldn't have children so I never imagined..." Sam broke down. "I didn't want you to think that I was trying to trap you." Danny put his arms around her. "I'm going to be a father." Sam looked at him. "You really do want this baby?" "Do you want me to repeat my answer?" "Oh, yes please." He took her hand and led her upstairs. The Divorce Bank I met my old friend Michael Albertson at a party. He asked me if I had published any of my stories on the web as I had told him the last time we met. When I said yes, he told me that if I wanted to write the story about him and his common-law wife Sarah and publish it on the net I was welcome to see him at his place an evening. I went there and here is his story just as he told me: Many thanks to Angel Love for editing the story. I've always regarded us as an average Scandinavian family. Now at the age of 35 I have been living ten years in a rather comfortable suburban life with my pretty 33 yeas old common-law wife Sarah Hanson and two kids, Linda 8 and Kenny 6. My profession is bricklayer, but nowadays high class expensive Italian glazed tiles have replaced bricks in my daily business. I have my own company together with my partner Robin. We specialize in restoring bathrooms. We make good money and usually booked for a long time in advance because a newly restored luxury bathroom with heated floor is a must for wealthy people. Sarah is working for the local savings bank. Until recently 75% of full time at a small local office. When it closed due to increasing use of Internet for payments, she got a full time job at their main office in town center. Sarah and I met at a real tourist trap, a crowded holiday resort disco with a boozed DJ who kept a terrible sound level. I suggested her to skip the disco and take a walk. To my great pleasure she accepted and after some necking on a bench in a park she took me to her room in the summerhouse she shared with three friends. We didn't waste much time before we had undressed each other and got to her bed. She was great, both tender and very intensive at the same time. As we had very good times together we decided to continue our relation. At the resort I shared a caravan with three friends why she invited me to spend the nights in her room. When we parted after the holidays, we were in deep love. Only a month after the summer holidays she quit her job in her hometown and moved in with me in my house. I had won some money in the Lottery and invested it as down payment for a nice house. Though we were together ten years and two children later we are not married yet. After living together a couple of years I suggested a small-scaled wedding at our embassy in Paris or in the Scandinavian church at San Agustin, Gran Canary, which are very popular places for "quick marriages" abroad. I even suggested Las Vegas when an travel agency had bargain priced charter trips there, but she refused and demanded a big wedding in her hometown' big old church. As none of us have rich parents, we decided to save money to a real big wedding some years later and are still saving. I felt that the big wedding was OK if she wanted it. Sarah is special in many ways, casually dressed without make up and her nice brown hair in a pony tail she is just one in the crowd. But dressed for a party she can be marvelous. To be honest I must say that our sex life is not what it used to be ten years ago when we moved in together. But how many couples with two children can honestly say that they never have any ups and downs in that matter. Most of our friends are exactly as we are. However, the main reason for the latest "down" is her new full time job at the bank's local main office in our town. That office is known among local people as the "Divorce Bank" because so many divorced people work there and the rumors say that if they are not divorced when they get a job there they will be that soon. I didn't care much about that because in a nation where the divorce level is about 50% there are divorced people everywhere. It didn't take a long time for Sarah to be a close friend to several of her fellow-workers at the new job and she told me in the evenings what nice people they were. Good for her I thought and didn't have any objections when she told me that she intended to join a bowling team on Wednesday evenings and they used to stay for some beer after the bowling. Neither did I care when she joined the group who went for aerobics on Thursday evenings. No disadvantage to have a wife who kept herself in good shape. Even her Tuesday evenings out for a "GI slimming food" cooking class for six Tuesdays were OK with me. Sarah had talked much about her new friends but not any personal matters, only their first names or pet names and I hadn't asked for further details. One Thursday evening she came home late from her aerobics. I finally had enough when she told me that one of the best bands in the country was playing at the big dance-hall in our county's capital on the Saturday evening and her friends wanted to go there. She didn't want to go but as she was the only one in the group with a rather new full sized car, a Volvo V70. She had been persuaded to drive them to the dance. Then she told me that they should have an "After work" meeting tomorrow, Friday evening for planning the trip and hoped that I didn't have any objections. Of course I didn't own her and she was free to go wherever she wanted to go. Even if I didn't have any objections I had several questions. Was it really necessary for Sarah to spend five evenings a week with her fellow workers and neglect our children even Friday evening? Something must be wrong in our relationship because even our sex had by on by gone to a poor level. Too many "not tonight's" and "I'm too tired tonight's" and too many lousy "quickies". I had never wanted to act as some kind of a watchdog against her because in my opinion an adult is responsible for her own behavior. But from now on I wanted to get some more information about her doings before I took the necessary steps. I asked her, "How come all of your friends only have access to old small cars? Don't any of their husbands make enough money to have a decent car?" "Lena has an old small car and the two others who are going with me don't have any car at all." And what are their husbands doing? Are you the only woman at the bank with children who care when their mom neglects them during the whole week for friends whom she already spent eight hours a day with at her work?" "Of course my friends have children but they don't have them every week and they don't have any nagging husbands who demand them to stay at home as unpaid maids." "So, nowadays I'm disqualified to a nagging husband or shall I say a damn boarding-house landlord who ought to give you an extra reward for the rare evenings you have time to see your children?" "I didn't say that, you did." "Yes I did because nowadays your 'divorce gang' seems to be your first choice and hold much more importance for you than your family. Keep going and you'll be qualified for a real membership in their club. Not difficult to get it, if that is what you really want?" "That's not fair. You ought to know I love you and my children. My family will always be my first choice." "Yes, but we don't understand your way to show it. Not easy for me to tell our children on Friday evening that the "meat market" gigolos at a shabby bar are more important for you than they are." "I have never cheated on you so you don't have any reason to be mad and jealous." "But you are beginning to envy your divorced friends for what they use to call for 'freedom', which in the reality is a desperate hunting for a 'Mr. Right' who is very difficult to find among all 'pussy hounds' on the 'meat market'. The truth is that they envy you, at least until you have got full membership in their gang." "What do you mean?" "Keep going out five evenings a week with the 'divorce gang' and I promise that even you are free from children every other week." She left the room in anger without any further comments. I got a feeling that our children and I were the next candidates for the "Divorce Bank's" long list of crashed marriages. I could try to demand that she stay home on Friday and Saturday evenings but the benefits of that, if there were any, should only be of limited value for a very short time. I decided to let her make her own choices and take the consequences. The next day I went to an electronic store where I found exactly what I was searching for, a small sized Japanese voice activated digital recorder with a capacity of four hours on a memory stick. It was easy to hide it in the V70. My tests were very successful even with CD or radio switched on it was possible to hear what the driver said. Today it is common that families with children use to spend Friday evenings together as a "family fun evening" with some good food, snacks, play games and have fun together. Our children didn't care much that their mother wasn't at home the other evenings but Friday was important for them. Sarah had promised them that only be slight late but still be home early enough to have a good time with them. Somehow I got a feeling that they understood that we had got equal problems in our family as several of their friends with divorced parents. But neither the kids nor I mentioned anything such. They had already been sleeping several hours when a rather tipsy and messy Sarah came home at twelve thirty and went direct to bed. The driving time to the dance-hall is about one hour and Sarah said they had booked a table to eight o'clock why she left sometimes after six, with her hair still in a pony tail, knee long gray skirt and comfortable low heeled shoes. She looked young and girlish. At least far from sexy dressed for "stud hunting". She wanted to have plenty of time to pick up the others at their homes and be there in good time for some food before the dance would begin. I had done some errands during the Saturday afternoon with the car and switched on the recorder when I got home. Sarah was back home about half past three in the morning and I pretended to be sleeping when she sneaked into her bed. The time was as expected, nothing to say about that. She slept to eleven o'clock and after a quick lunch she and the kids left for her sister's. I had been out to the car and taken the recorder. As soon as they had left I went to my home office, connected the player to the PC via USB and began to listen. Her first stop was to pick up a girl whom she greeted as Lena who took the front seat and some minutes later two others which they called Mona and "Maggan" which is a popular form of Margaret got into the back seat. There was much giggling and singing of the hits the band of the evening was famous for. Obviously Sarah's three friends had been to the dance hall rather recently because they already had dates there waiting for them. Nothing of my interest was said before some of those in the back seat asked Lena. "Did your date have a cute guy for Sarah?" "Yes, he said it is one of his fellow workers. Newly divorced nice guy with an apartment only a few kilometers from the dance-hall." "Good for you too, because your date is married, isn't he?" "Yes, and we are promised to use his friend's spare room." Then the other girl in the back seat asked Sarah, "Is it the first time for you to get some bonus cock?" Sarah's reply got my hair to rise and hands to shake. She replied, "I haven't seen him yet and what can happen this evening is still an open question. But I'm a big girl and been out on my own before." "Any of the horny bastards at the job? Eric and you were very close friends yesterday evening, did you and he do something nasty?" "The answer is no and I regret the whole damn evening because even necking with a pussy hound as Eric at a public place was a stupid mistake I've never done if I had been sober." "Somebody we know, some of the other guys at the bank?" "No, it is a married man I use to see out of town only once or twice a year." Then a voice from the back seat said, "Oh Holy Heaven, have you really cuckolded poor Michael for years? Doesn't he ever suspect anything?" "No, I'm very careful and I'm faithful to him at least 360 days a year, some years a few days more than that. I love him, very much indeed, but not with such a hot passion I love Tony. After a night with him even Michael gets better sex for weeks when I pretend that he is Tony." The same voice from the back seat, "If I'll be lucky enough to find a man as your Michael, I'll be a faithful wife, that's for sure." No comments to that from Sarah. I was defeated. My spouse of ten years had been cheating on me for years and used me as substitute for some damn passionate Tony who obviously is married. I had even been a useful supplier of feeding and housing as the most of her salaries during the first years were used for her clothes. Now it didn't matter any longer what she had done during the Saturday night. However, I continued the listening. Some of them asked giggling, "Will Tony and his wife be invited to your wedding?" Sarah replied, "Of course." All four of them giggled for a while. And there was no doubt that I was the laughing stock in their minds. Sarah probably said that as a joke, but it hurt as hell when I heard her say that and their giggling. Then there was some more singing and gossip about their fellow workers until they did stop at the parking lot. Even the two in the back seat had fixed dates as one of them said; "If we don't see each other very much in there, see you two on Monday." Then all of them left the car. The next recorded sound was when the doors opened again and Sarah, Lena and two men got into the car. Sarah asked, "Where to?" The man in the front seat told her the directions and a few minutes later they parked the car and went out. Not much was said during the short trip. When the doors opened again only one of the men was with them. He and Lena were sitting in the back seat, obviously necking, and he guided Sarah to his home, which took about fifteen minutes. He left the car with, "Thanks for drive, see you next Saturday." After he had left the car Lena asked Sarah, "How was Sebastian? Was he good? He was cute as hell, wasn't he?" Sarah sounded disappointed when she replied, "Fiasco, a very handsome fiasco, but a real fiasco." "Fiasco? What do you mean by that? Tell me." "He didn't get it hard." "What? How in the hell can that be possible?" "Don't ask me. I tried everything to get Tony hard as stone but he Kept going soft on me. Licked and sucked him, put a finger in his ass but no reaction from his soft cock." "So you didn't get anything at all?" "I didn't say that. I had him eat my pussy. But he told me it was the first time in his life he licked a pussy so he was clumsy as hell." "But you agreed to see him next Saturday again, didn't you?" "Yes, because I felt sorry for him. He promised to load up with Viagra. I look forward to get a memorable fucking with a stone hard cock then. And you? Did you get enough?" "Oh yes, he's like a rabbit. Three times during that short time." Then Sarah told Lena that next Saturday had to be her last cheating for a long time. She had noted my increasing disappointment in her new habits of being out so often. She understood that my harsh complaints about neglecting the children five evenings this week and being out with her fellow workers has been too much time away from the family. If she wanted her big wedding be a reality in the near future, she would have to stop this behavior. She continued by telling Lena that she really regretted her choosing the bank's "after work" instead of the "family fun" with her children on Friday evening. Too much gossips in a small town and she didn't want me to begin to suspect her for being a slut. I had already made harsh comments about the "after work meat market". She feared for my reaction if I would hear rumors about her sexy dancing with some horny man, or about Eric's hands under her skirt and their necking in a booth. Sarah finished with, "I can't understand how in the hell I could be so damn stupid. One thing is for sure, no more 'after work for me' at least not before the wedding." Then Lena asked her, "Do you really want to invite this Tony, whoever he is, to your wedding?" Sarah understood that her bragging about her cheating had been a bit stupid and replied, "No, he can't be invited in any way. Tony Hangman, is assisting section manager at our national main office." "So you prefer big boys?" Sarah giggling, "At least his big cock." After that there was only music from the radio until I heard Lena say, "Thanks for the evening, see you on Monday." I told myself, "Thanks for the ten years you cheating bitch." I didn't say much to Sarah when she and the kids returned from her sister's late in the evening. She said she was tired and was already sleeping when I went to bed. Monday morning on the job my partner immediately noted that something was seriously wrong. I told him the truth and he promised to help me as much as he could. He invited me for dinner after the job and Sarah got angry when I rang her and told her that I had to work overtime. Obviously she was feeling a bit remorseful and had done something extra for me for the evening. My partner's wife is a clever woman and she got many ideas during the evening. The best one, which I accepted was me was to pretend everything was OK during the week and dump her Saturday evening at the dance-hall. She would get the impression that some of her fellow workers had spread the gossip about her cheating and caused her dumping. Naughty yes, but ten years of cheating is more than naughty. Sarah wasn't glad when I came home late. I told her that I had already eaten dinner and went straight to bed. Tuesday evening she skipped her cooking class and tried to be nice to me but got a big surprise when I complained about a headache and went early to bed. Wednesday morning my partner told me that he had got tickets to the ballroom at Saturday evening and his wife promised to be baby sitter for my kids. She had even succeeded in tracing Tony and got his home phone number. In the evening Sarah went to her bowling as usual but got home earlier than usual. I told her that I was tired and she didn't make any attempts to get sex. The thought about having sex with her was disgusting. To my great surprise she even skipped her aerobics at Thursday evening and pretended to be some kind of a good wife again but didn't get much for that because I was "tired after a hard and stressing day at work". Friday we had our usual family evening again and as I knew that it was the last evening for the four of us as a family, I did my best to be a good funny guy during the whole evening. We had a very good time together and when the kids went to bed much later than usual Sarah suggested we have some wine and talk before we went to bed. I had no objections and she sat close to me in the sofa and asked, "Are you still mad at me for all my evenings out the last week? I've got a feeling that you have avoided me. I'm sorry and promise to be a much better mother to our children and a better wife to you in the future. Last Friday at the damn bar was a stupid mistake. That's for sure. Tomorrow will be my last Saturday evening out with the girls. I had skipped even that if I could but I had already promised to drive and we have bought tickets so it is impossible to skip it." I was very close to saying something nasty about a damn cheating bitch that is looking forward to getting a Viagra hardened soft cock. Instead I said, "This week has been one of my worst weeks, a real pain in the ass, I've been totally worn out by evening, but I know that the next week will be much better. That's for sure." I meant every word of that and knew I was right. We talked, or more correct she talked about her plans for the wedding and I listened until we had emptied the wine bottle. Then I went to bed. The Divorce Bank Saturday morning we did the usual shopping together with the kids and had lunch at McDonalds, which the kids usually wanted. I washed the Volvo and activated the recorder. Then a few minutes after six Sarah gave me a kiss and left for catching her friends and for the expected Viagra cock. This evening she was dressed sexier than the last week. I looked at her with tears in my eyes; she was a beautiful woman, very nice, indeed. If the last week soft cock had been her only cheating, I had stopped her from going for more and forgiven her but ten years of an affair with that Tony was impossible for me to take. As soon as she left I took the DNA test of our children and me and rang to my partner's wife who came and took the kids to their house. A few minutes later my partner and two of our friends came in his friend's car. On the road I mailed the padded envelope with the tests and got a feeling that now I was on the road without return. On the road we made our plans on how to act and choose the simplest possible solution. I should do all the talking and if Sarah's date and his friends remained sitting even my friends were only witness. At the ballroom we found my car at the parking lot and I used the spare key. I moved it to a parking spot one block away. At the dance-hall one of our friends did a recap for Sarah and her party. He came back and told us he had found her in the restaurant section, eating at a table together with three women and four men. I decided to go into action. We went to their table and Sarah got very pale when she saw my friends and me. Before she found anything to say to me I said with a loud voice, "Hello Sarah, so that's the famous 'Sebastian soft-cock' who didn't get it hard last week. Hopefully he has kept his promise to be loaded with Viagra so you will have better luck tonight. You can stay here forever with the poor asshole. I don't care a shit what you are doing any more. But I'll take my car when I'm going home. Thanks for ten years and goodbye cheating slut." People sitting at the tables close to their's had heard everything I said and began to laugh. None of the four men at her table made any attempt to rise up and attack me. When I was a few steps from their table I heard Sarah shouting, "Michael, it isn't what you think." Robin and I went direct to my car and the two others stayed at the dance-hall for dancing. In the car Robin took the driver seat and I rang Tony Hagman's home number. To my good luck it was his wife who took the call. "Annelie Hagman here." "Good evening Mrs. Hagman. My name is Michael Albertson, my wife is a very close friend to your husband and I regret to say that I have some information you ought to know." I told her everything I knew and gave her my cell phone number so she could get further information later on. She took it rather cool and told me that Sarah was his second known affair so far. She had forgiven him for the first she found out about one year ago but had been suspecting that wasn't his only. She promised that he was in serious trouble this time. Robin's wife persuaded me to let my kids stay at their place overnight just in case Sarah skipped "Sebastian soft-cock" and came home in a desperate attempt to get me to forgive her. That is exactly what happened. I didn't get time to do anything else than bring her clothes to the spare room when she came home in a taxi. She heard that I was in the kitchen and came in and began her attempts. "Please listen to me, I'm sorry and confess that I've been stupid and neglected the family but I promise that the family will always be my first choice from now on. My relation to Sebastian is not as bad as you think it is. Please let me explain everything." "Yes, it is not as bad as I ought to think because now I know that this damn mess is much worse." "I can swear that I've never fucked with Sebastian." "Only because he failed to do that. But you sucked his soft cock and let that asshole dribble in your pussy." "Please listen to me and let me explain everything." "In that case you can begin with what you and Tony Hangman did ten years ago and continue with what you and he have done every year since then." Now she was ash gray in her face. She began to sob and said, "I don't understand what you mean." "I can refresh your memory. He was your first boss at the bank and you have fucked him regularly during almost the whole time we been together. His wife told me that he is a real pussy hound and she has dumped him now. Even a damn slut as you ought to understand that no man can take such humiliation. Your clothes are in the spare room and I want you to get your damn ass and your belongings out of my house as soon as possible. The dirty game is over." "Where are the children?" "At Robin's house for the night. They will be back tomorrow." When Sarah heard that I knew about Tony she understood that the game was over, began to cry and went to bed in the spare room without any further comments. I took the recorder, earphones and went to the bedroom for listening. It began with singing and giggling as the last week while Lena and the two others shared a bottle of wine. Then one of them said, "What's the matter with you Sarah, you're so silent?" Lena replied, "She's looking forward to Sebastian's big stone hard cock." Then I heard Sarah, "Last Friday was a damn mistake. Somebody has obviously told Michael about Eric's damn necking. He has neglected me during the whole week thou I skipped both the cooking class and aerobics and I did my best to cheer him up." Lena told her, "But I'm sure you'll be well rewarded tonight." "Yes but is it worth that? I've been dreaming about and looking forward to my wedding for ten years and now I'm taking a hell of a stupid risk for getting some quickies with poor Sebastian." Lena replied again, "You don't have to fuck him. Do it or skip it, it's your own choice. You can dance and have a good time for several hours before you'll decide if you want to go or not to go with Sebastian to his apartment." Obviously Sarah found her suggestion as a fair solution to her problems as she began to sing and giggle again for the rest of their journey. Nobody will ever know her decision because I interrupted the party. When Sarah came to the kitchen for some breakfast late Sunday morning I told her that her escapades with Eric and "Softy Sebastian" could be forgiven for the price of the wedding cancelled for many years. But fucking a Tony for ten years was far too much for me to take. She understood that the game was over and I told her the new conditions for living as a lodger in my house until she found an apartment. One of the advantages of living together without wedding is an easier separation. We have a law, which gives some protection for the weaker part. But not much of it was valid in our case. Each one of us owned what we had paid for. Sarah had used the main part of her salary after she paid her part of the food for her own clothes, make up and hair salons. She hadn't bought or paid very much for our other things. However, I allowed her to take what she wanted of curtains, carpets, linen and so on. Even one of our TV sets and some furniture and I promised to buy furniture to children's rooms when she had found an apartment to rent and until then she was allowed to live in my spare room. I suggested shared custody of the children and she promised to think about it and do her best to co-operate in all matters regarding the children. Then shit hit the fan when I got the DNA test results. Linda wasn't my daughter. The legal mill grinded slowly but when everything was over, Tony had to pay alimony for her and I got compensation from the state for those years I had paid for her. Sarah kept her word about not using the children against me and I have succeeded to get acceptable agreements about both of them. We are going to share the custody for Kenny until he is twelve when it will be up to him to decide with whom of us he wants to live. Linda has her room in my house as usual and it is up to her to decide if she wants to join Kenny those weeks he is living at my place. She still calls me dad thou the child welfare authorities have told her about Tony, whose only connection to Linda is his monthly payment. Today he is divorced and lives together with the woman in his latest affair. Sarah told me that Tony got totally mad and accused her for the child support he now had to pay for Linda. Their affair has found a bitter end. The "divorce gang" and Sarah terminated their friendship after Sarah had accused Lena for telling me about her affairs. They had a bitter fight on the job, which sent Lena to the hospital for a week. Both of them got fired from the bank after the fight, which got Lena's friends furious at Sarah. For the time being works as an accountant in a ladies fashion shop and has recently dumped her first boyfriend since our separation. Epilog Michael is known as a good guy and when their friends and acquaintances heard what Sarah had done to him most of them felt sorry for him. One of them has a pretty sister who had recently dumped a cheating husband. He and his wife invited her and Michael for dinner. Obviously even the famous Cupid was there with his bow and arrows because the two have been regarded as a couple rather soon after meeting. Who knows, one day Michael hopefully will get the loving wife he so well deserves.