Faith, Hope, Charity, and Cheating

Dan arrived as promised. We had a short briefing about how to do it, and then we sneaked into my house. The master bedroom door was closed. I opened it a few centimeters so I could see them both sleeping under a blanket, very close to each other. When Dan had his camera equipment ready, he nodded and I said, "Let's do it."

I opened the door; Dan switched on the bright battery operated halogen light and began taping. I went to the bed, pulled away the blanket without waking them and let Dan have at least five seconds on tape before I shouted, "What the hell is this?"

They woke up in total surprise. It took several seconds for them to understand what was going on and until their eyes got used to the sharp light. Then Lisette recognized me and started screaming, "No, no, no, no."

I took over the camera and told Dan to take the naked Tommy out of my house. Dan took a firm grip of Tommy's hair and dragged him out of the bed and out of the bedroom. There was some noise and shouting out there, but I was in the bedroom and couldn't see what happened. Dan came back after a while, searching for Tommy's keys. He found them in his pants, and went out and threw them out to the driveway. Then we heard him drive away. Naked.

In the meantime, Lisette had stopped screaming and begun crying. I think she understood her game was over, because she made no stupid attempts to try to explain what had happened. I told her, "You have terminated our marriage. Get dressed and get out of my house. You don't have the car any longer, so Dan will call a taxi for you. There will be new locks on the doors tomorrow. I'll pack your belongings in cardboard boxes and you can pick them up tomorrow afternoon."

She began shouting at me, "You can't do that. You have no right to do such nasty things to your wife. I will never accept that."

"I don't give cat shit for what you do or don't accept. Please read our premarital settlement. You have a copy of it in your private bank safe. You're out of this house"

"Please don't do this to me. Please calm down and let us talk."

"Of course we can talk tomorrow. Be here at four o'clock tomorrow afternoon to pick up your things and dividing everything we own together. Come alone, remember that your parents are not permitted to put their crappy feet on my property."

The taxi arrived and had to wait ten minutes for her before she was ready to go. Dan went home to sleep and I phoned Lottie and told her that I had found Lisette and a man by the name of Tommy naked in the marital bed, which meant that my marriage was over, but I wanted to stay in the house until I had changed the locks. I already had the new locks stored in my King Cab. Once again I had won a battle but could only feel sadness for the crashed marriage and for how it ended.

I couldn't sleep, so I went to the garage and took the videocassette, put it in the video, rewound it, and pushed the button. It began with Lissette, dressed to kill in a black top, short black skirt, her hair well done, giggling and leading Tommy into our bedroom. She was sexier than I had seen her in years, and it was obvious that it was a great evening for her. In the bedroom she could not resist bragging about how much we had paid for our new marital bed, and told him to be careful and don't make a mess in it. He silenced her with a long deep intensive kiss and took off her top and a black-laced bra I had never seen before. He kissed her nipples before she went down on her knees and unbelted his trousers, let them fall down to his ankles followed by his boxers. Then, without any hesitation she took his hard tool deep in her mouth. She had never sucked me in such manner. He was still wearing his white shirt and tie when he lifted her up to the bed and unbuttoned and took off her skirt.

To my great surprise she was wearing sexy black stay-up stockings instead of pantyhose. When I had suggested her to wear something like that, she had accused me of being a pervert whore admirer for making her such shameful suggestions. Obviously, Tommy was getting better favors from her than I ever had. Then, she raised her ass so he could pull down her black sexy panties. Without taking off her stockings and high heels, he spread her legs, kissed her pussy several times and without taking off his shirt and tie he climbed up between her legs, penetrated her and began an intensive fucking, just like a rabbit, for no more than a minute before he screamed and let his load go in her. She cleaned him with a towel before she asked him to take off his tie and shirt. Thereafter she had him lie on his back and sucked him hard again. He took her from behind, doggy style, with much slower thrusts this time. After a while he put his right index finger in her anus. Once again I was surprised, because she had never allowed me to touch her there. It took some time before he succeeded in fucking her to orgasm and soon afterwards he was also there. Then he told her, "Next time will be the great one I've been dreaming about for weeks."

She replied, "I hope it is worth the wait because, like I told you before, I have only promised you to do it once and then never again."

"Promise that you'll never let your husband enter that highway of pleasures and to let that be my private part of your lovely body."

"Of course I will. You will be the first, last and only man ever allowed do that. Nobody will ever be allowed there again. Not my husband and not even you."

Then she sent him to the bathroom to wash his cock before she sucked him hard again and rolled a condom on it. Then she gave him something before she lied down on her belly with her legs spread and said to him, "My last cherry is your pleasure, my love."

She had given him some kind of lubricant because he poured something in his hand and began to massage her anus and put his fingers into it before he slowly began to penetrate her with his now stone-hard cock. She screamed for a while and then began sobbing, obviously from pain rather than pleasure, which must have given him some extra kicks because he got totally wild and fucked her with intensive hard thrusts until he collapsed on top of my now crying wife.

None of them said a word for long time until she said, "We have to shower."

And he replied, "Together."

Then the screen was empty for a long time until it showed what I had already seen during the night and thereafter when Dan and I got into the room and their awakening.

I was still too upset to sleep so I began removing Lisette's clothes from the wardrobes and drawers and store them in the living room. At nine o'clock in the morning Lottie and the kids came to my house with breakfast in a basket.

When I searched Tommy's wallet I found a phone number to his wife in Kosovo, called her and told her that I had found Tommy and my wife naked in my bed and had video taped him taking her cherry ass. She got totally mad, but asked me to send pictures to her E-mail, which I promised to do, and did after I had edited a copy of the video to show Lisette if she had any objections to my conditions.

I changed locks, packed Lisette's belongings in good order and wrote the contents on the outside of every box. I felt no need for revenge by soiling or destroying anything of hers. Then I took my chainsaw and cut our almost new and very expensive marital bed to small pieces, which I then threw in a pile by the driveway.

Lottie and the kids had even brought me a lunch, which gave me a break from the job.

Then, at four o'clock, a pale Lisette arrived alone in the printing company's old Ford Transit. She stared for a long time at the pile, which had been our expensive bed, before she came in. I had coffee ready in the living room and asked her to sit down. She accepted, sat down and began sobbing and gave me a long litany about how much she still loved me, and how sorry she was that she had done a terrible mistake and would never do that again if I could only forgive her. She promised to work less at the printing company, spend all weekends with her family, never go to a party or dinner at her mother's place without me and she wanted us to have one more child.

I replied her, "Three weeks ago you could saved our marriage with those promises but today, after what you have done since then, it is too late. I'm sorry Lisette but there is no future for us any longer."

She began her litany again. I let her go on and when she had finished I asked her, "You must have regarded me as a complete idiot if you thought I swallowed your lies about that Tommy, a thirty year old pussy hound who spent his weekends as company to such a disgusting old bitch as your mother. Even If I had been thinking with my ass instead of my head, I ought to have understood that there was a much younger and prettier pussy, that wanted to be seduced by him."

She didn't say anything and I continued. "You are a very handsome woman Lisette so I can't blame him. But I blame you for being such a damn cheap slut that you let him terminate our marriage and make our child very unhappy. Why Lisette? Why? Was I so bad a husband that you had to fuck that damn asshole? You were neither my first nor my best choice but I married you when you needed me and even fell in love with you Lisette. I have been a faithful husband to you until this very moment."

She sobbed, "It's not your fault. I never stopped loving you. You are my only real love, but I know you have slept with many other women and I had not experienced any man other than you. I'm sorry and really regret that I could not resist the temptation to do that, only with one other man, and I can promise you that I have no need to do that again."

I replied, "However, now that you have what you wanted, I hope you are happy. At least your damn mother must be very happy. She has gotten what she wanted during all our time together. Please make her even happier by telling her that I don't care a shit about what you did, because your cheating got me free to marry a woman who really loves me. Didn't you understand that you terminated our marriage that Friday before midsummer when I begged you to spend the weekend with your family, but you preferred to go and fuck that Tommy at your mother's place? Did you really think that I would accept being a damn cuckold? The only reason I didn't kick you out of my house right then was that I wanted to get evidence of your cheating so I could get rid of you without having to pay you anything at all. Please remember that I even offered you divorce on fair terms, but to my surprise you refused. A clever woman like you ought to have understood that I will never accept to be a poor cuckolded husband to a cheating slut- wife."

"I didn't want a divorce then and I don't want it now because I love you. Of course I understood that the kid had told you about Tommy and you suspected something. But I never thought you would get any evidence. I regretted the affair and have promised myself that Tommy was my both first and last cheating but decided to fulfill it as Tommy and I had planned. The night with him in our house would be the 'grand finale,' the very last with him, and my last cheating ever. To be honest, I was glad it was over and I can't deny that your behavior after that Friday made me worried about the problems I had caused to our marriage. I began to fear the worst when you treated me like air and refused to have sex with me. Therefore I wanted to be a good wife again and do my best to win your love again and really spoil you during our week in the summerhouse and do my best to get pregnant as soon as possible, and give you the child you wanted so much. I've even been looking for a new job. I'm afraid it is too late now. "

I replied, "Right you are. The Friday before midsummer was your last chance. You didn't care about me then and now after what happened last night there is only one possible solution to our problems."

I gave her the divorce papers and told her, "Please sign these so we can do it the easy way."

"What do you mean?"

"Whatever you prefer, the easy way or the hard way, everything will be on the conditions in our premarital settlement. You have a copy in your private bank deposit box. You get everything that belongs to you and I'll take what is mine, which means almost everything expect your clothes. I want custody of our son but you can see him frequently when you have a place of your own. But I will not allow you to take him to the dragon's nest where you are living now."

She was very pale when she asked, "Do you mean that I don't have the right to get anything of what we own?"

"Right. The house, the cars, my stocks and bank accounts and the drilling company are my private property. Please remember that it was your mother who demanded that we should get the premarital settlement. I have worked hard and been well paid. I have paid for everything here, and your dear mother have only paid you pocket money, hardly enough to buy you clothes. I've hired professional help to investigate the printing business and found out what you already must know. It will be bankrupt before the end of the year. Your mother owes you a lot of money. You have to claim what she owes you before her business files for bankruptcy, otherwise the bank takes everything. If you agree to co-operate in our divorce, I can pay for a lawyer to help you get your money. Your mother is going to lose them regardless. Therefore it is better for both her and you that you get them. Your mother may regard this solution as a kick in her ass, but my main reason for helping you in this matter is that with that money you can afford to get a decent apartment where you can take our son when it is your turn to have him. I'm thinking of our kid and you are still his mother, even after what you have done to him and me."

Now she began her litany about how sorry she was and how much she regretted everything she had done. I interrupted her by saying, "Please remember how I begged you to stop it and stay home one weekend with me but you preferred going to fuck Tommy instead of staying home with your family. You made your choice then and now I've made mine."

Her next effort was to try and tell me that Tommy had never fucked her, they had only done some almost innocent necking. I pushed the button on the remote control, the video player turned on and our home movie screen began to show selected nasty parts of the videotape with her sucking and licking Tommy's cock and then the ass fucking.

Lisette screamed hysterically, "Stop it, Stop it Stop it."

I pushed the stop button and told her, "Sorry Lisette, That's too much for the damn husband to take. Why Lisette? Why did you do that to me? Why didn't you just tell me you wanted a divorce and you'd have gotten much better terms than you'll get now? Why humiliate me with that asshole?"

She understood that the game was over and began to sob.

I continued, "Done is done and can never be undone, but we can do our best to find a reasonable solution. But if the damn dragon you call mother tries to play any further tricks on me or tries put her ugly nose in this matter, this video will be on the Internet so the whole town can see what a disgusting slut my ex- wife has been. Do you understand?"

Now she was frightened and shouted, "You can't do that. What will I do? I have nothing left and even my job is going to hell."

"May I suggest you be a good girl and choose the easy way for our divorce? Just accept the terms in our premarital settlement and my conditions without any objections. I promise to help you get your remaining salary. Please remember that you still have your big love Tommy. He can take care of you like I did when you had cheated on your previous boyfriend."

"He can't. He's married."

"Not for much longer. His wife wasn't very happy when I spoke with her this morning, and she was rather angry, indeed, at noon when she had seen some pictures and clips from my video, which I e-mailed to her. She promised to dump him. Good news for you Lisette! Tommy is yours from now on, only yours."

"Oh my God, you must be mad! How could you destroy their marriage?"

"Not difficult at all. I found her phone number in his wallet, which he left here last night. Did you already forget that the damn asshole fucked my wife in my marital bed and destroyed my marriage?"

Lottie had told me that she didn't want anything from my house and the only thing I wanted was everything in my home office and my expensive music and home movie set plus all of the art with some value. We decided to meet next Saturday to divide all our family photos and videos. I let Lisette take everything she wanted. She never mentioned anything about the almost new and very expensive marital bed she'd seen cut to pieces and brought to pile next to the driveway. She promised to pick up her things as soon as she got an apartment of her own and I intended to give away the remaining things to the Salvation Army, which had a second hand store in town. Lisette looked glad that I made it easy for her to furnish her apartment and told me that she was very short on money nowadays and after some thinking she agreed that getting her remaining salary was an acceptable matter.

Lisette choose "the easy way," signed the divorce papers and I helped her load her belongings into her van.

When Lisette had left my house I went straight over to Lottie who had a romantic dinner ready for us. Then, when the kids were sleeping, we went to her bedroom, where she had made the bed with new sheets. We hugged and kissed for a long time before we slowly began to undress each other. Both of us wanted to do so much that the only possible description of what happened there in her bedroom at that very moment must be "true love," which is a higher level of what is usually called sex, or fucking. We had waited such a long time for a chance to do that and now when we got it, we did it well. It was a great night, indeed.

Things went well for us and these days it is a pleasure to come home after work to a house filled with joy and laughter. And we are a family which does funny things together during the weekends. Lottie and I expected it would take some time before we got the kids to accept the new situation and were very happy when the kids almost at once got used to the new "spare parent" and each other's company and played well together.

The card was Dan's suggestion. I accepted and he had his mother buy a nice greeting card on which she wrote in her nicest handwriting:

"Dear friends, I must salute you for winning the bet. You did what must be every parent's dream when you persuaded your only daughter to dump her good loving husband to become a fuck slut for a cheating married man. She must be very grateful to you for the rest of her life. Yours truly faithful friend."

I mailed it to Lisette's father, who, as the rumors in town later told, had objected to have Tommy at their place every weekend to seduce Lisette, but been overruled by his wife. He'd felt both sadness and anger while Lisette was crying for hours after I had dumped her. The card was the last straw on the poor camel's back and at last he understood that if he had acted as a man he ought to have put a stop to his wife's madness. He regretted having been such a coward and being turned into a laughingstock among his acquaintances. After a few drinks he had summoned guts enough to give his humble opinion to his wife. Their arguing ended up in a real fight, which sent her to the hospital for a week and him spending a night at the police station. The day before she was released from hospital he had packed his suitcases and left their home. As they had no underage children, their divorce was final within three months.

After Lisette had chosen the easy way for our divorce and accepted all of my conditions with no objections, she didn't bother to get a lawyer of her own and the divorce went through as expected. I got custody of our child but promised Lisette not to cause any problems for her and she could see the child as much as she wanted, up to 182 days a year when she had her own place. But I didn't allow her to take the child to her mother's house or summerhouse.