Many thanks to snowbear for editing this story.
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The cruel truth is that shit can happen where and when you least expect it. I got to know that simple truth the hard way.
I thought that I, Alexander Ericsson, a 43 year old Scandinavian guy, had a perfect life with two great kids, a beautiful, loving wife, good health, nice home, good job, helpful parents, many friends, and economy on a fair level.
I had a rather fair paid job at the community owned real estate administration, which meant I was responsible for all the school, daycare, and old people's home buildings in the town and surrounding villages.
Therefore, the shock hit me hard as hell when I found out that something must be wrong in my current relation with my wife Lisa.
My nightmare began on an average Thursday evening when I was cleaning the new hobby room in my basement. I got the hobby room after replacing the oil burner and 3000 liter oil tank with a simple connection to the municipal central system which only needed a small box on the wall. I had painted the whole room and laid a new floor. I had packed all the junk in different garbage bags for transport to the recycling station when I needed a small bag for some plastic jars and bottles.
I went up to the kitchen and took a grocery bag from the cupboard where we kept used bags. Those plastic bags are perfect for such use. Nothing strange with that bag I had taken, it had the usual big colorful logo from the supermarket chain where we did our shopping. But when I laid the first item in it I noted a receipt on the bottom of the bag. I can't to this very day explain why I took up that receipt because I never cared what we paid for groceries.
However, it was now that the shit hit the fan because I noted that the receipt was from a supermarket in a town 35 kilometers from our hometown and my wife Lisa had done the shopping at a date and a time when she ought to been at work. Lisa had no duties out of town at her work as a bank teller and if she had done such an unusual thing, she would have told me because she always told me a lot of gossip about what happened at the bank where she worked.
Of course, I could have asked her at once, but I didn't expected to get the truth. So, I decided to find out the real truth in other ways, though I got a strange feeling that I might not like the answer.
Lisa is very a gorgeous, tall, blond, Nordic beauty, mother of two children and she looks much younger than her 39 years. I was a rather average guy when I met Lisa at a dance. I was neither rich nor a famous sport star, not even a tough guy who had done army service in some special unit. I had seen Lisa before and even danced with her but never before made any serious attempts to get any close relation with her.
This evening was different. I don't know why I found her so overwhelming that evening and I held her closer, praised her hair, dress, and perfume but didn't expected any results of such simple courting, especially not when she was surrounded by many attractive guys during the whole evening.
Therefore, I was happy to get a second dance with her, which was a slow tune. I was both surprised and proud when Lisa pulled me tight whispering in my ear, "save the last dance for me". Of course I did it. After that memorable last dance she came with me to my apartment where we, after some tender necking, ended up naked in my bed and, after some further necking, she was ready for spreading her legs. Though I was horny as hell, I somehow managed to keep it going until Lisa's intensive cumming. Then she began to cry and said that she was very happy because it was almost a year since any of her lovers had brought her to such heights as I had done.
We continued to date and our sex got better every time we did it. Soon, both of us were madly in love. Our wedding was two years later, when she was 25 and I was 29. Our kids, Linda and Lucas, came three and five years after the wedding. Both Lisa and I had broken relations and several partners before we got together, which we regarded as an advantage because it had taught both of us that the grass isn't greener on the other side of the fence.
Lisa never denied that she got many advances when she was out with her girl gang and sometimes even when she and I were out. But, I had never doubted her when she told me that it was rather annoying to be the target for horny men and. that she was happy with me and our sex was great for her.
The question was; why in the hell had she been in the next town during her working time? I really hoped to get an innocent reply but the bad feelings remained.
Lisa's best friend Anna Granlund was living in their native village about 15 kilometers outside the town. Due to technical reasons a cell phone provider other than ours had the best connection in that village so the people there preferred to use that provider's net. Lisa's and Anna's long calls would be expensive with roaming between two different cell phone providers, so they preferred to use the wired phone with a low monthly flat rate and nothing extra paid for used time.
Though I felt as an asshole for doing it, I decided to set up a simple trap for Lisa. On Saturday, when she got her hair done for a party we were invited to later that evening, I bought an electronic phone-recording unit, installed it in my home office in the basement, and tested it.
On Monday evening I activated my trap by telling Lisa, "A guy at my job told me a very funny thing today. He said he had seen a real 'look alike' to you in the next town last week. She looked almost like your twin sister, he said. Have you heard about her before?"
I noted a split second of worry in her face when she replied, "No, but it would be nice to see and know her."
Lisa usually got home one hour before me and, if Anna, who worked as a nurse, happened to be at home then they used to have a long chat on the phone. Tuesday after work I pretended to have some work to do at home, which happened now and then, and went to my home office to listen to the recorder.
After some uninteresting mumbo jumbo, Lisa went straight to the point, "Alexander almost scared the shit out of me yesterday when he told me about some guy who had seen me in the next town and thought that I was 'Lisa's look alike, just like a twin sister'" A, "Oh my God, what did you say?" L, "It would be fun to see her." A, "You dared to do that? Did he even mention your twin sister's husband?" L, "No, but I must be much more careful the next time, maybe have a wig or something like that. You have an old black wig, haven't you?" A. "Yes I have. We can begin to use that. By the way, have you booked any next time yet?" L, "We're looking forward to next week, but it depends if Douglas can be off from his work after lunch that day; he is very busy you know. How about you? You have the nest booked tomorrow, haven't you?"
A, "Yes I have, and I'm really looking forward to it." L, "What silly bitches we are." A, "Yes we are, indeed." L, "But why should we say no thanks to some exciting bonus cock as long as we don't hurt our husbands?" A, "Even they'll get what they need, don't you agree?" Lisa did and thereafter they began to talk about Lisa's big 40-year party that I had promised to organize as a kind of surprise party for her.
I woulkd have preferred to have taken a hard hit with a baseball bat than listen to that phone call, which without any doubt meant serious problems for all of us in my family. It would be worst for our innocent children who probably would be living in some kind of shared custody in the future. When I got over the shock, I decided that her big party would be quite different from what she expected.
One thing was for sure; both Lisa and Anna had lovers whom they fucked in some kind of "nest" in the next town. Lisa did it with some Douglas, which is a rather unusual name in this country, most common in noble families.
Tracing this Douglas would be my first goal. An extended search of the phone register on the web gave me only two people named Douglas in our town and the surrounding villages. A subscription to and a search in the half legal credit register on the net was well-used money for getting further information about these two men. It told me that one of them was a 67 year old retired schoolteacher and I regarded him to be out of question as a lover for Lisa. The other one, a Douglas Lindberg was much more interesting. He was a 34 year old technical engineer, married, and had two children. My only doubt about this guy was that I also found a 31 year old Douglas in the next town.
My next step was writing a letter to Anna's husband, Robin:
"Dear Robin! You ought to know what many of your friends and acquaintances already know - that Anna is cheating on you with a lover boy. Your Faithful Friends."
Lisa immediately saw that something was wrong with me when I got into the kitchen. I told her that I didn't feel well and intended to take a walk to get some fresh air. I went out and mailed the letter to Robin. He would read it about the same time as Anna got back home, newly fucked from her date in the next town.
During my walk to the mailbox I was thinking about Anna and Lisa's "love-nest" and after some time I remembered that some years ago one of Anna's friends had met a guy from the next town and moved together with him there. That was a clue to follow because I had a slight memory that her name was something like Helene, Helena or Hellen.
The next day I cancelled my booking of the inn where I had intended to have Lisa's big birthday party. I even cancelled my booking of the popular dance band that were expected to play at the party. I took a long lunch break and went home, looked in Lisa's albums, and found several pictures of the girl who had left for the next town.
Her full name, Helene Silversten, was written under one of the pictures. My search of the on-line phone register gave me the phone number and address of Elvin Andersson and Helene Silversten Andersson.
I looked forward to hearing if Anna had told Lisa some gossip about the date with her lover and if Robin had asked her any questions about the news he got in my letter.
When Lisa went to her aerobics, I immediately went to my home office and listened to the recording. Anna was obviously very proud about her cheating because she bragged about it, saying, "It was the best sex I've had in years. I must confess that, though Robin is very good in the bed, 'Bongo' is better. He is bigger, lasts longer, and recovers fast so I get great sex almost the whole time we are together."
Lisa, "Sounds great, are you in love with him and have you already booked your next date?"
A, "No, no, he is only a big hard cock; and I'm sure that he regards me only as a horny fucking slut. But I don't care as long as he fucks me so damn good. Yes, we booked the same time next week. I need that great cock every week. It's an intensive desire for me."
L, "Please be careful when you are doing it so often. I'm still a bit scared about the 'look alike' story Alexander told me about and I have began to have a strange feeling that he suspects something. He is so different since he asked about that look alike. Sometimes I even suspect that he knows it was I, myself, who was there."
A, "I promise to dump Bongo when I get enough of him. What about Alexander and you, are you two still doing it as usual?"
L, "No, we haven't done it in a long time. Not since before my period. We had no sex the last weekend and I've got a feeling that Alexander was avoiding me. The truth is that I haven't had any sex since I did it with Douglas last Tuesday."
A, "Men can act that way sometimes. But be careful and pretend to be his loving wife even when you are dreaming about Douglas."
L, "I don't need to pretend, I am his loving wife."
A, "But he would kick your ass and call you a 'cheating slut' if he knew what you do with Douglas."
L, "He will never know because he is sure that I'm a faithful loving wife."
Both of them laughed at that comment, which I didn't find funny at all. There was no more about their cheating in that chat.
Robin had obviously not taken any immediate action after reading my letter. I wrote a new letter to him:
"Dear friend, it is my duty to tell you that Fredrick 'Bongo' Anderson is bragging that your wife Anna is the horniest slut he ever fucked on the side. He did it again at yesterday."
I used a different envelope this time and told my children that I had to buy a Magazine. I went out, mailed the letter to his job, bought my magazine, and was back home before Lisa.
Later that evening, when Lisa and was sitting in the living room, I asked her, "I've been thinking about your look alike and have plans for her. Do you have any connections with that Helene something who moved to the next town some years ago?"
Lisa looked scared for a second before she replied, "No, not at all, I haven't seen her in years. I don't even know her married name. What do you want with Helene?"
"If she lives in the same town as your look alike, she ought to have seen her and probably even knows her?"
"Why your big interest in that look alike? Am I not enough for you? Do you want two of us?"
"Just wait and see, it'll be a surprise."
Nothing more was said about it that evening. I gave a silent prayer that Lisa would use our wired phone when she called Helene the next day and that Robin would ask Anna some questions. The next day should be interesting.
It really was. I rang Helene from my job just before I went home and I was sure that Lisa had talked with her already because Helene didn't know anything about Lisa or any look alike. I told her some mumbo jumbo that people who knew Lisa had seen her look alike and I had some plans to hire her to do something at Lisa's big party.
Lisa looked very stressed when I came home after work. I was sure that she had been crying.
I asked her, "What's wrong? Are you or any of our children ill or hurt?"
After some hesitation Lisa replied, "No nothing wrong with me but I feel so sorry for Anna because Robin was taken to the police station."
I had to pretend to be surprised, "Robin? What the hell has he done to end up there?"
"Robin was involved in a fight and the other man was taken to the hospital."
"Robin, fighting? I can't believe that! He must have a damn good reason to get involved in a fight. Why did he do that?"
Once again Lisa hesitated before she replied, "I really wish I knew."
"He's probably already out. A fighter is usually out after a few hours. Call Anna if you don't believe me."
Lisa rang Anna and though I didn't hear what Anna said; I understood that she was in a terrible mess. After Lisa hung up the phone, she decided to go there and try to comfort Anna.
When Lisa had left I went to my office and listened to my recordings. As expected, the first one was to Helene and they agreed that Helene wouldn't know anything when I rang her. Then Lisa booked "Anita's apartment" for the Thursday next week. I didn't get any clue who Anita was or why Helene let her friends use the apartment as a love nest.
Then I listened to a call from Anna. She was very upset and shouted, "Oh my God, Robin was at 'Bongo's' work and beat him so seriously that he was taken to the hospital in an ambulance. Robin was taken to the police station and kept there. He must have found out about Bongo's and my affair and I'm sure that he will throw me out of the house. Oh Holy Lord, What shall I do?"
"Calm down for heavens sake! Robin can't throw you out of the house. Don't you own half of it?"
"No, I don't. It is in his name only."
"It doesn't matter. You have a right to stay there even if Robin wants a divorce. He doesn't have any legal right to throw you out - at least not before the divorce is final after six months."
"I'm sure he will. How in the hell could I have been so damn stupid that I fucked that damn Bongo so often? We ought to have been much more discrete and careful."
"He was good at that and you enjoyed it very much, didn't you?"
"Yes I did, but I'll cut his balls off he has been bragging about fucking me. We forgot the golden rule for cheating. Never do it with people in your small hometown."
"What shall we do? I've already booked the apartment for a date next Thursday."
"Go for it and have a memorable fuck and let him have that virgin ass of yours he been begging for. But, let that date be the last time with him. At least for a while, until Robin stop raising hell about Bongo. You better put Douglas 'on a shelf' and become Alexander's faithful wife again. I'm sure that Robin still loves me and will forgive me when he has calmed down after his shock. I love him very much, and will obey all his conditions for saving the marriage. Bongo was a good fuck, but I would never want to live together with him."
The last call from Anna before Lisa went to see her didn't give much new information. Robin had rang Anna and told her that he would spend the night at his parents house and expected Anna's cheating ass to be out of his house the next day.
Then Lisa rang me from Anna's home and asked me if Anna could stay in our spare room for a few days until she found something of her own. I demanded to know the reason why Robin threw her out of their house and Lisa replied, "I don't know."
"Ask her for heavens sake."
"Anna doesn't want to tell me."
"In that case she can stay where she is."
"Do you refuse to help my best friend when she is in trouble?"
"I do."
"Wait a minute, I'll ask her again."
Lisa came back after a minute of silence and said, "Robin found out that Anna had an affair and cheated him."
I replied, "What a shameless bitch. My answer is still no; I will never accept any cheating whore in my home, never in hell."
Lisa got angry and shouted, "It's my home too and if Anna has to go to a hotel then I'm going with her."
"It is up to you."
"You don't care if I do that?"
"Not in this case. I hate cheating sluts and I will never help a damn slut who has cheated her husband, period."
Lisa hung up the phone. That call must have given her a bad feeling about what would happen to her if or when I found out about her own cheating.
However, she was back at home two hours later and went to bed with some angry comments to me. I didn't care.
The next day was Friday and after work Lisa told me that she would spend the evening out with Anna, who was now living in her retired parent's small two-room apartment. I told her, "Today I heard a funny story about some Douglas Lindberg. Have you heard about him?"
Lisa looked afraid before she replied, "No, not as I can remember. What is he famous for?"
"Fucking whores. The gossip says that he's been out with a slut who gave him gonorrhea and he gave it to his wife. He ought to know the old saying 'cheating doesn't pay'. Don't you think that your friend Anna might agree with that saying?"
It was a pale Lisa who shouted at me, "You and your damn gossip, don't you ever work in the town hall?"
She left about half past seven and didn't reply when I told her, "Have a pleasant evening."
I didn't believe that neither Lisa nor Anna was in the right mood for a jolly good evening or any further cheating for the time being, And, why should I care now that my marriage was beyond any chance to survive.
Lisa was back home slightly after twelve. I was in bed but hadn't fallen asleep. She didn't say much but gave me many strange looks as if she expected me to say something important. She had obviously been in some kind of connection with Douglas during the evening, and, as expected, he must have denied everything I had accused him of.
It was just after my whole family had finished our breakfast on Saturday morning when the phone rang, I took it and got a real surprise because the caller introduced himself as Douglas Lindberg and asked me, "Are you Alexander Ericsson?"
"Yes I am and I know very well who you are Douglas Lindberg."
Our kids had left the kitchen but Lisa turned ashen gray when she heard it was Douglas who was calling me.
Douglas continued, "You are defaming me and my wife with false slander. I'm going to call my lawyer the first thing Monday morning. Why in the hell are you doing that to us?"
"Because you, damn asshole, are fucking my wife. What you call slander was only a simple trap to have Lisa point out her lover. Now I know who you are and you can be sure that you will pay a high price for what you have done."
"You can't be sane."
"It doesn't matter what I am. Do you have a spare room for Lisa in your house?"
Douglas preferred to hang up instead of trying to solve Lisa's problems.
Lisa was crying loudly and rushed to our bedroom.
I had seen that Douglas had called me from his cell phone, so I dialed his home phone and a female voice replied, "Annelie Lindberg"
"Good morning Annelie, my name is Alexander Ericsson and I regret to say that I have bad news about your husband, Douglas. I've found out that he is having an affair with my wife Lisa. They meet in some 'love nest' in the next town."
"Oh My God, are you sure?"
"I regret to say, yes I am. Could you please tell me where I can find that fucking bastard you are married to?"
"Good heaven, what do you intend to do with him?"
"Not much, only castrate him."
"No you don't. You better calm down for a while. I can see your number on my display and I'll call you later. Please don't do anything stupid; things are already bad as they are,"
We ended the call but the phone rang again a few minutes later. This time it was Lisa's mom who wanted to know about my plans for Lisa's birthday party. I told her the truth; "I don't have any plans for Lisa's party."
"You don't have any plans, haven't you promised to take care of everything for that party?"
"That's right."
She shouted, "And are you telling me that you still don't have made any plans for Lisa's party?"
"I had made great plans but they are cancelled now and I'm not involved in that party any longer."
"That's no surprise. You can't do anything properly. Who is responsible for that party now?"
"Don't ask me. I won't be invited to that damn party because Lisa and I are going to split up."
"Are you insane? Poor Lisa, what have you done to my girl?"
"It is better that ask your poor Lisa what she and Douglas Lindberg did naked in a bed."
Lisa's mother began shouting hysterically so I ended the call, saying that nothing could stop the divorce.
A few minutes later Lisa's father rang me and begged me to forgive Lisa. I told him that I would never accept a cheating wife and Lisa's cheating had terminated our marriage.
Next caller was Anna. I told her, "Good news for you Anna, Lisa and I shall split up and from now on you two cock-starved sluts are free to fuck all the horny assholes you can find. Pleasant good times waiting in the future, isn't it Anna?"
Anna didn't want to have any further talk about her future with me. She hung up.
Lisa came out from the bedroom and asked me take the kids out for lunch in town, which I accepted. Then she asked, "How long have you known?"
"Since I found a receipt from a next town supermarket in a shopping bag and I noted that you had taken time off from your job to go there. I didn't believe that shopping at that supermarket was the main reason for your trip. However, I decided to give you a fair chance to tell me the truth about what you did there. That's why I invented the mumbo jumbo about a friend of mine seeing your 'look alike' in the next town. The fear in your face told me that something was very much wrong. Instead of confessing that you had been there for some reason, you pretended to know nothing. Why did you see Douglas there and how is Helene involved in your cheating?"
"Because we could use an apartment that belongs to a sister of Helene's husband. She is working as nurse for the United Nations in Lebanon for a year."
"Is she really O.K. with that Anna? You and probably some other sluts are using her home as some kind of whorehouse?"
"That's not true. I confess that I have cheated but it's not fair to call me a whore. I regret what I've done and I'm sorry and ashamed, but I didn't do it for money."
"A whore is clever enough to charge for her service, but Douglas must regard you as a damn stupid bitch when you did it for free? How many times did you see that Douglas there? And how many other men before him?"
I noted a slight hesitation before Lisa replied, "Douglas is my first and only fling and I met him only once. That's all. Not much for whoring."
I knew she lied about seeing Douglas more than once, so I replied, "Maybe not much in your opinion, but enough to terminate marriages. Have Douglas and you booked more dates and have you planned to leave me and marry Douglas?"
More lies from Lisa, "No, no, of course not. It was only a one-time fling and we didn't talk about any future together. I don't love him. He was only a one-time erotic experience and, to be honest, he wasn't better than you anyway. He was different but not better. Sex with you is much better because I love you."
"You lied straight to my face when I asked you about Helene, and she pretended that she had never heard about you when I called her. Guess what I had seen in your 'girl party album' before I asked you about Helene and I rang her to ask about you. Isn't it funny that both she and you forgot that she was here at your party in this house less than six months ago?"
"Oh My God! What have I done? How could I have been so damn stupid?"
"Even I might be stupid but not stupid enough to accept such crap without finding the reason for why you did it. I was sure that you cheated me but didn't know with whom. Not until I got a letter with a scent of perfume in which I was told to look for a guy named Douglas who obviously was allowed to get into your pants. I didn't know any Douglas so I once again trigged a simple trap with a lie about his gonorrhea. You got worried and called him yesterday evening, which made him mad enough to call me and introduce himself."
The letter was a lie because I couldn't mention the phone tapping. If both Robin and I had got letters, then perhaps Lisa would think Helene or someone else who knew about her cheating was the sender.
Lisa began to sob and asked, "Is there any chance for us to get past this horror?"
"Please don't ask me such questions this horrible day. Our problems are already out in public. I've talked with your parents, with Douglas' wife, and with Anna."
Lisa was ashen gray and sobbed, "Oh My God!"
Then I asked her, "Am I really so damn bad that you felt it necessary to sneak away for 'short times' with a pussy hound like this married Douglas. Is the family life in this house such a lousy living that it is not worth caring about?"
She didn't reply because the kids came in for lunch and I took them with me to a restaurant they liked. Back home again I told Lisa to move her things to the guest room.
In my home office I checked the phone recorder. The only call was from her mother who was more worried about the cancelled big birthday party than about Lisa's marriage problems.
Then I rang Helene and told her that Lisa had confessed everything and had accused her of renting out her husband's sister's apartment for prostitution. I told her that it is against the law and that I intended to send information to the real estate company which owns that house because, in a such case, they would have legal right to cancel the renting contract. I asked if her husband and his sister knew about her business. Of course, it was a nasty bluff call and nothing would happen to the apartment but I was sure that Helene didn't sleep very well for a while.
Anna's husband Robin was the next on my list. I rang him and we exchanged some information. He told me that Anna had confessed that she had fucked Bongo five times but Lisa had only done it three times. Bongo's wife had decided to go for divorce and even Robin had found divorce to be the only available solution. I told him that even I was for it.
Lisa packed an overnight bag and said that she would spend rest of the weekend at her parent's house and comfort Anna who was in a terrible mess. I didn't care what she did.
Annelie Lindberg rang me at Sunday morning and told me that she and Douglas had a serious talk about their future. Annelie had found out that Lisa wasn't his only cheating, which had made her decide to divorce him. After she told him her decision, he had acted as a lunatic and destroyed an almost new 50 inch flat HD TV and some furniture. She said that by doing that Douglas "burned all his bridges" so it now was impossible to forgive him. Douglas had packed a suitcase and left the house. She didn't know where he was for the time being.
I told her that I was also going for divorce and Anna's husband, Robin, and Bongo's wife would do the same.
Lisa didn't come home until Monday morning just before she went to her job. One of the girls at my job had a sister working at the same bank as Lisa. Therefore, I got to know that Annelie had gone to the bank as soon as it opened on Monday morning and had thrown eggs at Lisa and screamed loudly that she was a damn whore who had fucked her husband. It was a real scandal and rather soon, with the usual gossip magnification, it was well known in town.
Lisa had gone home immediately afterwards and took the week off, which she spent at her parents house. I was there on Tuesday with the divorce papers. Though I saw Lisa in the window, it was her mother who opened the door and accused me of being a damn old fashioned puritan who couldn't forgive his pretty loving wife for a small mistake.
I replied, "Lisa's and Anna's minor mistake caused broken homes for nine children and eight adults. I can hardly believe that any of us seventeen victims will ever agree with you."
She took the envelope without any further comments and closed the door with a loud bang.
About a week after Lisa had returned back home and had accepted that our marriage had crushed, we began our negotiations about the divorce. To my great pleasure our meetings went much better than expected. We were able to talk without cursing, screaming, or shouting.
I accepted that she bought my half of the house so the children could have their base in the old home and visit me as often as they wanted. Lisa's parents sold their house and moved to an apartment. As Lisa was their only child they gave her the money she needed to buy my part of the house, the furniture, and almost everything else in our home. I found a nice apartment an acceptable distance from the old home, so it would be easy for the children come my place.
Epilog.
Douglas refused to have any connection with Lisa after they got caught, which made her completely mad when they had met one evening at a bar. One of the women in Lisa's girl gang told me later how Lisa had bragged that it would be easy for a nice woman like her to find a new man, much better than me. But the real life in a small town can be quite different because almost all those good men were already taken and her reputation as a dumped, cheating slut cooled off some attractive singles. Of course, they didn't say "no thanks" to one night fucking now and then but that wasn't what Lisa wanted. Of course, an attractive woman as Lisa will, sooner or later, find a man in a social level that she can accept. But it must have been a surprise for her that there were not a line of attractive men waiting for her.
Lisa and Anna's friendship ended after a quarrel about a man they both had wanted. Anna had won and Lisa had turned to a bad loser accusing Anna of being a damn whore who had caused her bad luck by persuading her to begin cheating and lose her loving husband.
Anna got furious, rang me and told the whole story about how they met Bongo and Douglas during one of their "girl nights out". She even told me that, before the affair with Douglas, Lisa and she had a one-night threesome with one of the doctors at her job and that had happened in my bed when I was away at a conference.
After a short time Anna had left town for a job at the bigger county capital hospital where she rather soon was dating a doctor. Even Douglas had found greener grass plus a new job and left the town. I use to help his ex-wife Annelie with some matters in her house, but only as a friend.
The big party I had planned for Lisa's birthday was reduced to a family affair with our children, Lisa, her parents, and two cousins with spouses and children.
I had better luck than Lisa at finding a spouse because I met a handsome female 42 year old lawyer on a dating site. She had dumped her cheating husband and at first we only shared our experiences of cheating spouses. But, rather soon, we agreed to meet in real life and found out that we had good times together and now we have began talking seriously about a future together. An old lawyer in my hometown is planning to retire and my lawyer-girlfriend has decided to buy his firm. Her daughter is the same age as my children and they are going very well together.
*
The cruel truth is that shit can happen where and when you least expect it. I got to know that simple truth the hard way.
I thought that I, Alexander Ericsson, a 43 year old Scandinavian guy, had a perfect life with two great kids, a beautiful, loving wife, good health, nice home, good job, helpful parents, many friends, and economy on a fair level.
I had a rather fair paid job at the community owned real estate administration, which meant I was responsible for all the school, daycare, and old people's home buildings in the town and surrounding villages.
Therefore, the shock hit me hard as hell when I found out that something must be wrong in my current relation with my wife Lisa.
My nightmare began on an average Thursday evening when I was cleaning the new hobby room in my basement. I got the hobby room after replacing the oil burner and 3000 liter oil tank with a simple connection to the municipal central system which only needed a small box on the wall. I had painted the whole room and laid a new floor. I had packed all the junk in different garbage bags for transport to the recycling station when I needed a small bag for some plastic jars and bottles.
I went up to the kitchen and took a grocery bag from the cupboard where we kept used bags. Those plastic bags are perfect for such use. Nothing strange with that bag I had taken, it had the usual big colorful logo from the supermarket chain where we did our shopping. But when I laid the first item in it I noted a receipt on the bottom of the bag. I can't to this very day explain why I took up that receipt because I never cared what we paid for groceries.
However, it was now that the shit hit the fan because I noted that the receipt was from a supermarket in a town 35 kilometers from our hometown and my wife Lisa had done the shopping at a date and a time when she ought to been at work. Lisa had no duties out of town at her work as a bank teller and if she had done such an unusual thing, she would have told me because she always told me a lot of gossip about what happened at the bank where she worked.
Of course, I could have asked her at once, but I didn't expected to get the truth. So, I decided to find out the real truth in other ways, though I got a strange feeling that I might not like the answer.
Lisa is very a gorgeous, tall, blond, Nordic beauty, mother of two children and she looks much younger than her 39 years. I was a rather average guy when I met Lisa at a dance. I was neither rich nor a famous sport star, not even a tough guy who had done army service in some special unit. I had seen Lisa before and even danced with her but never before made any serious attempts to get any close relation with her.
This evening was different. I don't know why I found her so overwhelming that evening and I held her closer, praised her hair, dress, and perfume but didn't expected any results of such simple courting, especially not when she was surrounded by many attractive guys during the whole evening.
Therefore, I was happy to get a second dance with her, which was a slow tune. I was both surprised and proud when Lisa pulled me tight whispering in my ear, "save the last dance for me". Of course I did it. After that memorable last dance she came with me to my apartment where we, after some tender necking, ended up naked in my bed and, after some further necking, she was ready for spreading her legs. Though I was horny as hell, I somehow managed to keep it going until Lisa's intensive cumming. Then she began to cry and said that she was very happy because it was almost a year since any of her lovers had brought her to such heights as I had done.
We continued to date and our sex got better every time we did it. Soon, both of us were madly in love. Our wedding was two years later, when she was 25 and I was 29. Our kids, Linda and Lucas, came three and five years after the wedding. Both Lisa and I had broken relations and several partners before we got together, which we regarded as an advantage because it had taught both of us that the grass isn't greener on the other side of the fence.
Lisa never denied that she got many advances when she was out with her girl gang and sometimes even when she and I were out. But, I had never doubted her when she told me that it was rather annoying to be the target for horny men and. that she was happy with me and our sex was great for her.
The question was; why in the hell had she been in the next town during her working time? I really hoped to get an innocent reply but the bad feelings remained.
Lisa's best friend Anna Granlund was living in their native village about 15 kilometers outside the town. Due to technical reasons a cell phone provider other than ours had the best connection in that village so the people there preferred to use that provider's net. Lisa's and Anna's long calls would be expensive with roaming between two different cell phone providers, so they preferred to use the wired phone with a low monthly flat rate and nothing extra paid for used time.
Though I felt as an asshole for doing it, I decided to set up a simple trap for Lisa. On Saturday, when she got her hair done for a party we were invited to later that evening, I bought an electronic phone-recording unit, installed it in my home office in the basement, and tested it.
On Monday evening I activated my trap by telling Lisa, "A guy at my job told me a very funny thing today. He said he had seen a real 'look alike' to you in the next town last week. She looked almost like your twin sister, he said. Have you heard about her before?"
I noted a split second of worry in her face when she replied, "No, but it would be nice to see and know her."
Lisa usually got home one hour before me and, if Anna, who worked as a nurse, happened to be at home then they used to have a long chat on the phone. Tuesday after work I pretended to have some work to do at home, which happened now and then, and went to my home office to listen to the recorder.
After some uninteresting mumbo jumbo, Lisa went straight to the point, "Alexander almost scared the shit out of me yesterday when he told me about some guy who had seen me in the next town and thought that I was 'Lisa's look alike, just like a twin sister'" A, "Oh my God, what did you say?" L, "It would be fun to see her." A, "You dared to do that? Did he even mention your twin sister's husband?" L, "No, but I must be much more careful the next time, maybe have a wig or something like that. You have an old black wig, haven't you?" A. "Yes I have. We can begin to use that. By the way, have you booked any next time yet?" L, "We're looking forward to next week, but it depends if Douglas can be off from his work after lunch that day; he is very busy you know. How about you? You have the nest booked tomorrow, haven't you?"
A, "Yes I have, and I'm really looking forward to it." L, "What silly bitches we are." A, "Yes we are, indeed." L, "But why should we say no thanks to some exciting bonus cock as long as we don't hurt our husbands?" A, "Even they'll get what they need, don't you agree?" Lisa did and thereafter they began to talk about Lisa's big 40-year party that I had promised to organize as a kind of surprise party for her.
I woulkd have preferred to have taken a hard hit with a baseball bat than listen to that phone call, which without any doubt meant serious problems for all of us in my family. It would be worst for our innocent children who probably would be living in some kind of shared custody in the future. When I got over the shock, I decided that her big party would be quite different from what she expected.
One thing was for sure; both Lisa and Anna had lovers whom they fucked in some kind of "nest" in the next town. Lisa did it with some Douglas, which is a rather unusual name in this country, most common in noble families.
Tracing this Douglas would be my first goal. An extended search of the phone register on the web gave me only two people named Douglas in our town and the surrounding villages. A subscription to and a search in the half legal credit register on the net was well-used money for getting further information about these two men. It told me that one of them was a 67 year old retired schoolteacher and I regarded him to be out of question as a lover for Lisa. The other one, a Douglas Lindberg was much more interesting. He was a 34 year old technical engineer, married, and had two children. My only doubt about this guy was that I also found a 31 year old Douglas in the next town.
My next step was writing a letter to Anna's husband, Robin:
"Dear Robin! You ought to know what many of your friends and acquaintances already know - that Anna is cheating on you with a lover boy. Your Faithful Friends."
Lisa immediately saw that something was wrong with me when I got into the kitchen. I told her that I didn't feel well and intended to take a walk to get some fresh air. I went out and mailed the letter to Robin. He would read it about the same time as Anna got back home, newly fucked from her date in the next town.
During my walk to the mailbox I was thinking about Anna and Lisa's "love-nest" and after some time I remembered that some years ago one of Anna's friends had met a guy from the next town and moved together with him there. That was a clue to follow because I had a slight memory that her name was something like Helene, Helena or Hellen.
The next day I cancelled my booking of the inn where I had intended to have Lisa's big birthday party. I even cancelled my booking of the popular dance band that were expected to play at the party. I took a long lunch break and went home, looked in Lisa's albums, and found several pictures of the girl who had left for the next town.
Her full name, Helene Silversten, was written under one of the pictures. My search of the on-line phone register gave me the phone number and address of Elvin Andersson and Helene Silversten Andersson.
I looked forward to hearing if Anna had told Lisa some gossip about the date with her lover and if Robin had asked her any questions about the news he got in my letter.
When Lisa went to her aerobics, I immediately went to my home office and listened to the recording. Anna was obviously very proud about her cheating because she bragged about it, saying, "It was the best sex I've had in years. I must confess that, though Robin is very good in the bed, 'Bongo' is better. He is bigger, lasts longer, and recovers fast so I get great sex almost the whole time we are together."
Lisa, "Sounds great, are you in love with him and have you already booked your next date?"
A, "No, no, he is only a big hard cock; and I'm sure that he regards me only as a horny fucking slut. But I don't care as long as he fucks me so damn good. Yes, we booked the same time next week. I need that great cock every week. It's an intensive desire for me."
L, "Please be careful when you are doing it so often. I'm still a bit scared about the 'look alike' story Alexander told me about and I have began to have a strange feeling that he suspects something. He is so different since he asked about that look alike. Sometimes I even suspect that he knows it was I, myself, who was there."
A, "I promise to dump Bongo when I get enough of him. What about Alexander and you, are you two still doing it as usual?"
L, "No, we haven't done it in a long time. Not since before my period. We had no sex the last weekend and I've got a feeling that Alexander was avoiding me. The truth is that I haven't had any sex since I did it with Douglas last Tuesday."
A, "Men can act that way sometimes. But be careful and pretend to be his loving wife even when you are dreaming about Douglas."
L, "I don't need to pretend, I am his loving wife."
A, "But he would kick your ass and call you a 'cheating slut' if he knew what you do with Douglas."
L, "He will never know because he is sure that I'm a faithful loving wife."
Both of them laughed at that comment, which I didn't find funny at all. There was no more about their cheating in that chat.
Robin had obviously not taken any immediate action after reading my letter. I wrote a new letter to him:
"Dear friend, it is my duty to tell you that Fredrick 'Bongo' Anderson is bragging that your wife Anna is the horniest slut he ever fucked on the side. He did it again at yesterday."
I used a different envelope this time and told my children that I had to buy a Magazine. I went out, mailed the letter to his job, bought my magazine, and was back home before Lisa.
Later that evening, when Lisa and was sitting in the living room, I asked her, "I've been thinking about your look alike and have plans for her. Do you have any connections with that Helene something who moved to the next town some years ago?"
Lisa looked scared for a second before she replied, "No, not at all, I haven't seen her in years. I don't even know her married name. What do you want with Helene?"
"If she lives in the same town as your look alike, she ought to have seen her and probably even knows her?"
"Why your big interest in that look alike? Am I not enough for you? Do you want two of us?"
"Just wait and see, it'll be a surprise."
Nothing more was said about it that evening. I gave a silent prayer that Lisa would use our wired phone when she called Helene the next day and that Robin would ask Anna some questions. The next day should be interesting.
It really was. I rang Helene from my job just before I went home and I was sure that Lisa had talked with her already because Helene didn't know anything about Lisa or any look alike. I told her some mumbo jumbo that people who knew Lisa had seen her look alike and I had some plans to hire her to do something at Lisa's big party.
Lisa looked very stressed when I came home after work. I was sure that she had been crying.
I asked her, "What's wrong? Are you or any of our children ill or hurt?"
After some hesitation Lisa replied, "No nothing wrong with me but I feel so sorry for Anna because Robin was taken to the police station."
I had to pretend to be surprised, "Robin? What the hell has he done to end up there?"
"Robin was involved in a fight and the other man was taken to the hospital."
"Robin, fighting? I can't believe that! He must have a damn good reason to get involved in a fight. Why did he do that?"
Once again Lisa hesitated before she replied, "I really wish I knew."
"He's probably already out. A fighter is usually out after a few hours. Call Anna if you don't believe me."
Lisa rang Anna and though I didn't hear what Anna said; I understood that she was in a terrible mess. After Lisa hung up the phone, she decided to go there and try to comfort Anna.
When Lisa had left I went to my office and listened to my recordings. As expected, the first one was to Helene and they agreed that Helene wouldn't know anything when I rang her. Then Lisa booked "Anita's apartment" for the Thursday next week. I didn't get any clue who Anita was or why Helene let her friends use the apartment as a love nest.
Then I listened to a call from Anna. She was very upset and shouted, "Oh my God, Robin was at 'Bongo's' work and beat him so seriously that he was taken to the hospital in an ambulance. Robin was taken to the police station and kept there. He must have found out about Bongo's and my affair and I'm sure that he will throw me out of the house. Oh Holy Lord, What shall I do?"
"Calm down for heavens sake! Robin can't throw you out of the house. Don't you own half of it?"
"No, I don't. It is in his name only."
"It doesn't matter. You have a right to stay there even if Robin wants a divorce. He doesn't have any legal right to throw you out - at least not before the divorce is final after six months."
"I'm sure he will. How in the hell could I have been so damn stupid that I fucked that damn Bongo so often? We ought to have been much more discrete and careful."
"He was good at that and you enjoyed it very much, didn't you?"
"Yes I did, but I'll cut his balls off he has been bragging about fucking me. We forgot the golden rule for cheating. Never do it with people in your small hometown."
"What shall we do? I've already booked the apartment for a date next Thursday."
"Go for it and have a memorable fuck and let him have that virgin ass of yours he been begging for. But, let that date be the last time with him. At least for a while, until Robin stop raising hell about Bongo. You better put Douglas 'on a shelf' and become Alexander's faithful wife again. I'm sure that Robin still loves me and will forgive me when he has calmed down after his shock. I love him very much, and will obey all his conditions for saving the marriage. Bongo was a good fuck, but I would never want to live together with him."
The last call from Anna before Lisa went to see her didn't give much new information. Robin had rang Anna and told her that he would spend the night at his parents house and expected Anna's cheating ass to be out of his house the next day.
Then Lisa rang me from Anna's home and asked me if Anna could stay in our spare room for a few days until she found something of her own. I demanded to know the reason why Robin threw her out of their house and Lisa replied, "I don't know."
"Ask her for heavens sake."
"Anna doesn't want to tell me."
"In that case she can stay where she is."
"Do you refuse to help my best friend when she is in trouble?"
"I do."
"Wait a minute, I'll ask her again."
Lisa came back after a minute of silence and said, "Robin found out that Anna had an affair and cheated him."
I replied, "What a shameless bitch. My answer is still no; I will never accept any cheating whore in my home, never in hell."
Lisa got angry and shouted, "It's my home too and if Anna has to go to a hotel then I'm going with her."
"It is up to you."
"You don't care if I do that?"
"Not in this case. I hate cheating sluts and I will never help a damn slut who has cheated her husband, period."
Lisa hung up the phone. That call must have given her a bad feeling about what would happen to her if or when I found out about her own cheating.
However, she was back at home two hours later and went to bed with some angry comments to me. I didn't care.
The next day was Friday and after work Lisa told me that she would spend the evening out with Anna, who was now living in her retired parent's small two-room apartment. I told her, "Today I heard a funny story about some Douglas Lindberg. Have you heard about him?"
Lisa looked afraid before she replied, "No, not as I can remember. What is he famous for?"
"Fucking whores. The gossip says that he's been out with a slut who gave him gonorrhea and he gave it to his wife. He ought to know the old saying 'cheating doesn't pay'. Don't you think that your friend Anna might agree with that saying?"
It was a pale Lisa who shouted at me, "You and your damn gossip, don't you ever work in the town hall?"
She left about half past seven and didn't reply when I told her, "Have a pleasant evening."
I didn't believe that neither Lisa nor Anna was in the right mood for a jolly good evening or any further cheating for the time being, And, why should I care now that my marriage was beyond any chance to survive.
Lisa was back home slightly after twelve. I was in bed but hadn't fallen asleep. She didn't say much but gave me many strange looks as if she expected me to say something important. She had obviously been in some kind of connection with Douglas during the evening, and, as expected, he must have denied everything I had accused him of.
It was just after my whole family had finished our breakfast on Saturday morning when the phone rang, I took it and got a real surprise because the caller introduced himself as Douglas Lindberg and asked me, "Are you Alexander Ericsson?"
"Yes I am and I know very well who you are Douglas Lindberg."
Our kids had left the kitchen but Lisa turned ashen gray when she heard it was Douglas who was calling me.
Douglas continued, "You are defaming me and my wife with false slander. I'm going to call my lawyer the first thing Monday morning. Why in the hell are you doing that to us?"
"Because you, damn asshole, are fucking my wife. What you call slander was only a simple trap to have Lisa point out her lover. Now I know who you are and you can be sure that you will pay a high price for what you have done."
"You can't be sane."
"It doesn't matter what I am. Do you have a spare room for Lisa in your house?"
Douglas preferred to hang up instead of trying to solve Lisa's problems.
Lisa was crying loudly and rushed to our bedroom.
I had seen that Douglas had called me from his cell phone, so I dialed his home phone and a female voice replied, "Annelie Lindberg"
"Good morning Annelie, my name is Alexander Ericsson and I regret to say that I have bad news about your husband, Douglas. I've found out that he is having an affair with my wife Lisa. They meet in some 'love nest' in the next town."
"Oh My God, are you sure?"
"I regret to say, yes I am. Could you please tell me where I can find that fucking bastard you are married to?"
"Good heaven, what do you intend to do with him?"
"Not much, only castrate him."
"No you don't. You better calm down for a while. I can see your number on my display and I'll call you later. Please don't do anything stupid; things are already bad as they are,"
We ended the call but the phone rang again a few minutes later. This time it was Lisa's mom who wanted to know about my plans for Lisa's birthday party. I told her the truth; "I don't have any plans for Lisa's party."
"You don't have any plans, haven't you promised to take care of everything for that party?"
"That's right."
She shouted, "And are you telling me that you still don't have made any plans for Lisa's party?"
"I had made great plans but they are cancelled now and I'm not involved in that party any longer."
"That's no surprise. You can't do anything properly. Who is responsible for that party now?"
"Don't ask me. I won't be invited to that damn party because Lisa and I are going to split up."
"Are you insane? Poor Lisa, what have you done to my girl?"
"It is better that ask your poor Lisa what she and Douglas Lindberg did naked in a bed."
Lisa's mother began shouting hysterically so I ended the call, saying that nothing could stop the divorce.
A few minutes later Lisa's father rang me and begged me to forgive Lisa. I told him that I would never accept a cheating wife and Lisa's cheating had terminated our marriage.
Next caller was Anna. I told her, "Good news for you Anna, Lisa and I shall split up and from now on you two cock-starved sluts are free to fuck all the horny assholes you can find. Pleasant good times waiting in the future, isn't it Anna?"
Anna didn't want to have any further talk about her future with me. She hung up.
Lisa came out from the bedroom and asked me take the kids out for lunch in town, which I accepted. Then she asked, "How long have you known?"
"Since I found a receipt from a next town supermarket in a shopping bag and I noted that you had taken time off from your job to go there. I didn't believe that shopping at that supermarket was the main reason for your trip. However, I decided to give you a fair chance to tell me the truth about what you did there. That's why I invented the mumbo jumbo about a friend of mine seeing your 'look alike' in the next town. The fear in your face told me that something was very much wrong. Instead of confessing that you had been there for some reason, you pretended to know nothing. Why did you see Douglas there and how is Helene involved in your cheating?"
"Because we could use an apartment that belongs to a sister of Helene's husband. She is working as nurse for the United Nations in Lebanon for a year."
"Is she really O.K. with that Anna? You and probably some other sluts are using her home as some kind of whorehouse?"
"That's not true. I confess that I have cheated but it's not fair to call me a whore. I regret what I've done and I'm sorry and ashamed, but I didn't do it for money."
"A whore is clever enough to charge for her service, but Douglas must regard you as a damn stupid bitch when you did it for free? How many times did you see that Douglas there? And how many other men before him?"
I noted a slight hesitation before Lisa replied, "Douglas is my first and only fling and I met him only once. That's all. Not much for whoring."
I knew she lied about seeing Douglas more than once, so I replied, "Maybe not much in your opinion, but enough to terminate marriages. Have Douglas and you booked more dates and have you planned to leave me and marry Douglas?"
More lies from Lisa, "No, no, of course not. It was only a one-time fling and we didn't talk about any future together. I don't love him. He was only a one-time erotic experience and, to be honest, he wasn't better than you anyway. He was different but not better. Sex with you is much better because I love you."
"You lied straight to my face when I asked you about Helene, and she pretended that she had never heard about you when I called her. Guess what I had seen in your 'girl party album' before I asked you about Helene and I rang her to ask about you. Isn't it funny that both she and you forgot that she was here at your party in this house less than six months ago?"
"Oh My God! What have I done? How could I have been so damn stupid?"
"Even I might be stupid but not stupid enough to accept such crap without finding the reason for why you did it. I was sure that you cheated me but didn't know with whom. Not until I got a letter with a scent of perfume in which I was told to look for a guy named Douglas who obviously was allowed to get into your pants. I didn't know any Douglas so I once again trigged a simple trap with a lie about his gonorrhea. You got worried and called him yesterday evening, which made him mad enough to call me and introduce himself."
The letter was a lie because I couldn't mention the phone tapping. If both Robin and I had got letters, then perhaps Lisa would think Helene or someone else who knew about her cheating was the sender.
Lisa began to sob and asked, "Is there any chance for us to get past this horror?"
"Please don't ask me such questions this horrible day. Our problems are already out in public. I've talked with your parents, with Douglas' wife, and with Anna."
Lisa was ashen gray and sobbed, "Oh My God!"
Then I asked her, "Am I really so damn bad that you felt it necessary to sneak away for 'short times' with a pussy hound like this married Douglas. Is the family life in this house such a lousy living that it is not worth caring about?"
She didn't reply because the kids came in for lunch and I took them with me to a restaurant they liked. Back home again I told Lisa to move her things to the guest room.
In my home office I checked the phone recorder. The only call was from her mother who was more worried about the cancelled big birthday party than about Lisa's marriage problems.
Then I rang Helene and told her that Lisa had confessed everything and had accused her of renting out her husband's sister's apartment for prostitution. I told her that it is against the law and that I intended to send information to the real estate company which owns that house because, in a such case, they would have legal right to cancel the renting contract. I asked if her husband and his sister knew about her business. Of course, it was a nasty bluff call and nothing would happen to the apartment but I was sure that Helene didn't sleep very well for a while.
Anna's husband Robin was the next on my list. I rang him and we exchanged some information. He told me that Anna had confessed that she had fucked Bongo five times but Lisa had only done it three times. Bongo's wife had decided to go for divorce and even Robin had found divorce to be the only available solution. I told him that even I was for it.
Lisa packed an overnight bag and said that she would spend rest of the weekend at her parent's house and comfort Anna who was in a terrible mess. I didn't care what she did.
Annelie Lindberg rang me at Sunday morning and told me that she and Douglas had a serious talk about their future. Annelie had found out that Lisa wasn't his only cheating, which had made her decide to divorce him. After she told him her decision, he had acted as a lunatic and destroyed an almost new 50 inch flat HD TV and some furniture. She said that by doing that Douglas "burned all his bridges" so it now was impossible to forgive him. Douglas had packed a suitcase and left the house. She didn't know where he was for the time being.
I told her that I was also going for divorce and Anna's husband, Robin, and Bongo's wife would do the same.
Lisa didn't come home until Monday morning just before she went to her job. One of the girls at my job had a sister working at the same bank as Lisa. Therefore, I got to know that Annelie had gone to the bank as soon as it opened on Monday morning and had thrown eggs at Lisa and screamed loudly that she was a damn whore who had fucked her husband. It was a real scandal and rather soon, with the usual gossip magnification, it was well known in town.
Lisa had gone home immediately afterwards and took the week off, which she spent at her parents house. I was there on Tuesday with the divorce papers. Though I saw Lisa in the window, it was her mother who opened the door and accused me of being a damn old fashioned puritan who couldn't forgive his pretty loving wife for a small mistake.
I replied, "Lisa's and Anna's minor mistake caused broken homes for nine children and eight adults. I can hardly believe that any of us seventeen victims will ever agree with you."
She took the envelope without any further comments and closed the door with a loud bang.
About a week after Lisa had returned back home and had accepted that our marriage had crushed, we began our negotiations about the divorce. To my great pleasure our meetings went much better than expected. We were able to talk without cursing, screaming, or shouting.
I accepted that she bought my half of the house so the children could have their base in the old home and visit me as often as they wanted. Lisa's parents sold their house and moved to an apartment. As Lisa was their only child they gave her the money she needed to buy my part of the house, the furniture, and almost everything else in our home. I found a nice apartment an acceptable distance from the old home, so it would be easy for the children come my place.
Epilog.
Douglas refused to have any connection with Lisa after they got caught, which made her completely mad when they had met one evening at a bar. One of the women in Lisa's girl gang told me later how Lisa had bragged that it would be easy for a nice woman like her to find a new man, much better than me. But the real life in a small town can be quite different because almost all those good men were already taken and her reputation as a dumped, cheating slut cooled off some attractive singles. Of course, they didn't say "no thanks" to one night fucking now and then but that wasn't what Lisa wanted. Of course, an attractive woman as Lisa will, sooner or later, find a man in a social level that she can accept. But it must have been a surprise for her that there were not a line of attractive men waiting for her.
Lisa and Anna's friendship ended after a quarrel about a man they both had wanted. Anna had won and Lisa had turned to a bad loser accusing Anna of being a damn whore who had caused her bad luck by persuading her to begin cheating and lose her loving husband.
Anna got furious, rang me and told the whole story about how they met Bongo and Douglas during one of their "girl nights out". She even told me that, before the affair with Douglas, Lisa and she had a one-night threesome with one of the doctors at her job and that had happened in my bed when I was away at a conference.
After a short time Anna had left town for a job at the bigger county capital hospital where she rather soon was dating a doctor. Even Douglas had found greener grass plus a new job and left the town. I use to help his ex-wife Annelie with some matters in her house, but only as a friend.
The big party I had planned for Lisa's birthday was reduced to a family affair with our children, Lisa, her parents, and two cousins with spouses and children.
I had better luck than Lisa at finding a spouse because I met a handsome female 42 year old lawyer on a dating site. She had dumped her cheating husband and at first we only shared our experiences of cheating spouses. But, rather soon, we agreed to meet in real life and found out that we had good times together and now we have began talking seriously about a future together. An old lawyer in my hometown is planning to retire and my lawyer-girlfriend has decided to buy his firm. Her daughter is the same age as my children and they are going very well together.