Bought Intercourse isn't Real Love

Many thanks to Renee and Kent for their editing of this story.

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Some of my old childhood friends and I were gathered at the local pub for planning what to do at our annual "Men's Club Party." Ronald Larsson was late, rushed in and shouted, "Can you guess what I heard at the Golf Club only a few minutes ago?"

Nobody could, so he continued, "That super-asshole, Oliver Janzon was there, obviously a little boozed, sitting with two cohorts and bragging with a loud voice, 'I've hired a new secretary today, a very sexy married chick who accepted the fact that an extra raise in her new salary, higher than at her present job, means a monthly fuck with me. That extra is peanuts for me and saves me a lot of wasted time seducing a new bitch. Such a little salary agreement makes them easy to train to all kind of kinky sex at my demand," Oliver had bragged."

When one of the cohorts had objected that a quickie once month could hardly be any bargain to brag about. Oliver had continued his bragging, "They always thinks it will only be that quickie once a month, at least a newly hired married bitch will think so. Then she gets a rough first introduction to my real rules and learns to obey about when and how I want use her pussy. Both of you will get a good taste of that new pretty pussy when I have her ready for that."

Ronald continued, "We must decide that it is high time to give that asshole Janzon a lesson; that he is not any emperor with unlimited right to fuck married women, at least not here in our small Scandinavian town."

After some arguing, we all agreed to do that. Not only because Oliver's intentions of using a silly greedy bitch who wanted play with her pussy for some economic favors but because we even disliked Oliver Janzon for several other reasons. For one, we are local guys and he is not. He came to our town, seduced, overtook and married a very rich divorcee who at that time was engaged with a good local guy. But we couldn't deny that he is a skilled businessman, who by ruling his wife's enterprises with very rough methods, had gotten their business to grow fast and become very prosperous.

Today, Oliver Janzon and his wife are very rich and obviously living in some kind of open marriage because Oliver's affairs with married women are not any of our town's best-protected secrets. Neither is his wife keeping the real reason of her monthly trip to an "advanced art studying circle" in Paris as any real secret.

The men in our town got a good laugh when Oliver's wife had came back home from a Paris trip with a STD as a 'French souvenir'. She shared it with Oliver, who shared it with his married secretary, who shared it with her husband. The husband owned a shotgun and took action against Oliver as soon as he knew for sure who gave that STD to his wife. But Oliver saw him coming with the shotgun and run away. He was a good runner and the fear increased his speed, that's why he was a long distance away when the husband fired both barrels but only a few lead shots hit the running Oliver.

When that story was out in town, most of us men got a good laugh but a number of the local women felt sorry for 'poor Oliver' and even he was surprised of how many of them wanted to comfort him after the shooting. Several of them even wanted to see him as soon as his STD was cured.

Oliver's very successful womanizing with married women got him hated and then another matter that turned us local guys against Oliver is that his prosperous companies have never given any sponsor money to our local football club; but plenty to the club in his old hometown.

My name is Glen Nylander and I'm a 42 years old engineer working at the public owned central heating plant outside the town. It's where we burn all local garbage in huge burners for warming up the houses in town center.

I'm married to Lisa, 39 year old tall slim, very beautiful real blond. We have two great children, 11 years old Lucas and 9 ears old Amanda. We ought to have been a happy family, at least in my opinion, though nowadays Lisa and I can easily get involved in arguing about some usually very unimportant matters. Even our, one time very great, sex life has fallen down to almost a poor level. I've really tried, but without any success, to get it better. I've suggested romantic weekends and holidays to exotic places both with our children and without them, but she isn't interested of anything of that.

I regret to say that the simple main reason for our marriage problem is that Lisa's best friend and many of her old friends nowadays are divorced. So are even most of her co-workers. Their daily bragging about romantic dates and great one night sex with new men has brought Lisa to envy her friend's free lifestyle and to dream about greener grass beyond the fence.

Of course, Lisa's divorced friends always forget to tell her about all their lonely holidays and other events when they are missing a family. The truth may be that most of Lisa's 'free friends' may envy her good marriage much more than Lisa envies them. But those problems remain as a well kept secret during their bragging about how happy they are in their new life style.

I can in some way understand Lisa's admiration and envy for her 'free friends' and will give her some time to return to be a loving wife, but it can't be for an unlimited time.

Nothing says that she is cheating me because she is never away for much time of her own when it possibly could happen. No strange overtime; no strange late evening visits to old newfound friends and no late girl nights at single dances or single bars.

Coming home, I met a very happy Lisa standing in the kitchen making my and the children's favorite cake, "Why" I asked her, "are we celebrating something?"

She replied with bright smile, "Yes, we are indeed. Just wait till we are all together and I'll tell you the good news."

I waited, and when the whole family was together a happy Lisa told us, "I've got a new job with a fair increase of the salary. At last I will be paid for my qualifications."

She was working at a small local office of big bank and there were rumors that all small offices would be closed due to increasing risk for bank robbers.

I greeted her with, "Congratulations and where is that lucky company that was clever enough to hire a great well qualified employee as you?"

"The main office of Janzon Enterprises", she said.

I got piece of the cake in my windpipe and began an intensive coughing.

Lisa got a feared look and asked, "Something wrong?"

What could I say? I knew that it didn't matter, whatever I said, she wouldn't change her mind until I could show her any real evidence and for the time being I couldn't. I had only heard rumors and that would never be any valid reason for her to skip that new, better-paying job.

"Cake in the windpipe" I said but continued, "Do you know that this Oliver Janzon is acting as a real asshole against his employees, especially his female employees? Nobody who knows him doubts that his bragging about fucking almost all the best looking of them is the truth. Do you have any written and signed contract about the salary and against all kind sexual harassment, if not, your new salary will only be a dream in the sky until your pussy is his toy for his joy."

I continued, "You ought to know that bragging about his seductions is a great pleasure for this Oliver and it is not any disadvantage for him if he will let me know what he has done with you. Please understand that when it happens this marriage will be history."

"Of course I will have a contract, do you really regard me as a whore or an idiot?" she asked.

I was close to say, "yes, both an idiot and a whore" but said only, "May I see your contract?"

"Yes, of course as soon as I get my copy by mail."

Even Lisa got the right feeling that her telling me about Oliver Janzon had turned her happy celebration to a very chilly event. Hopefully she began thinking about the possibly bad consequences about her potential monthly fuck with Oliver Janzon.

The next day I called my closest friends and told them about Lisa's stupidity and they promised to help me to save her from Oliver Janzon. My first step was sneaking away from the job and going home to check the mail. A big package arrived the next day; it was a Friday. I opened it and found a correct contract, some high quality printed information about Companies involved in Janzon Enterprises. But then there was a page from a Ladies Magazine showing two models in sexy underwear together with a Janzon Enterprises requisition form to local Ladies Fashion Shop. Attached was a handwritten message reading, 'Dear Lisa, use the form and get one of each! OJ".

I had my evidence and my friends told me that there was a plan for destroying Oliver but it would be best that I didn't know anything. Of course, I could confront Lisa at this moment but confessing that I had opened her mail would cause serious problem for me.

The first action against Oliver Janzon happened already at the Saturday evening. He is the proud owner of the only Ferrari in our town. It's why he parked it well visible on his driveway for teasing everybody who envied him. Of course, it was protected by cameras with alarm sensors and connected direct to the leading security company.

About one o'clock at that night, a man dressed as an English Premier League football player (soccer in US) in a match dress with a famous star's name in bold letters on his back, had entered the driveway and poured several liters of some 'paint off ' liquid over the car. When the security company was there after six minutes, the 'player' was already far away. The first police patrol car was there about one hour later; the only thing they could do was try to calm down a furious Oliver Janzon.

On Sunday morning, Janzon rang all police chiefs he could find, to obtain a technician that would be forced to work overtime and take pictures of his car. Monday morning the Ferrari case was given to a Criminal Inspector by name Fredrick Jonsson. He was called 'Two Prick Jonsson' or 'TP' among his colleagues. He got that nickname while making a date with a handsome female English police officer during an international conference about football hooligans.

Jonsson spells his name with two dots over 'o' and the Swedish word for dot is 'prick'. What, to him, sounded very English, meant something quite different in England (a penis). That caused some amusement after he introduced himself to her by saying, 'My name is Jonsson, Jonsson with two pricks'.

She had replied, "Oh really? That's amazing, I don't want to miss that and have to see it" before both she and everybody around them got a good laugh.

However, TP Jonsson is a nice guy and had spent the night together with his pretty English female colleague. But the next morning at breakfast, she had jokingly complained to Jonsson's colleges that he was a bloody liar because he had only one prick. His demeanor wasn't the best the rest of the morning.

The main reason why TP had been placed in charge for the local football hooligan matters was that it was an almost non-existing problem in our town. Now the damaged Ferrari got him away from a bank robbery investigation where he had been a pain in the ass for his colleagues.

TP regarded it as a great luck that his English female colleague was working in the city where the club. The dress the Ferrari destroyer had been wearing hailed from her locale. He was a man of action and that's why he faxed some information and a picture to her.

The English cops got a good laugh at the picture and then one of them got a bright idea. They sold the whole story and picture to one of the tabloid newspapers.

The next day the picture was top news at the first page with a headline saying: PREMIER LEAGUE PLAYER IN POLICE INVESTIGATION ABOUT DAMAGED FERRARI.

It was a good story for the English newspaper and got even better when the player's wife told them that her husband hadn't been at home the night the Ferrari was damaged. Now the police jumped in and got the player to confess that he had spent the night together with his mistress. Even that information was sold to the newspaper.

Happy days for the English newspaper when their simple 'page filler' had turned to a real best selling, scandal story. Even the football player's mistress was laughing all the way to the bank after she had sold her story to the highest bidding tabloid newspaper.

The winners were obviously happy and the losers, unhappy. The Premier League star that was thrown out from his home and expecting a very expensive shameful public divorce, promised to strangle his damn Scandinavian look-alike who had brought him into this mess.

Oliver Janzon and his wife weren't happy having an expensive damage to their Ferrari and reading in our tabloid newspapers that had described him as a womanizer who preferred married prey. My wife, Lisa, wasn't happy about my demands to skip her new job, and she still refused listen to me. It was probably because she regarded a monthly fuck with her handsome boss as a big favor rather than a shameful duty.

I wasn't happy about the fact that she still would not listen to my warnings about Oliver Janzon and what would happen if she went too far with him, just as many others did before her.

My friends told me they didn't know any details about the Ferrari attack because they weren't involved in it. Now I understood that there must be some much more serious reasons for somebody to attack Oliver's car than my wannabe slut-wife's expected cheating. Something, which I didn't know, that had caused him or them to plan and organize that very professional attack. However, I had no reason to complain about that coincidence.

As the damaged Ferrari had no connection with my wife, my friends wanted go on in our vendetta against Oliver Janzon and I had no objections when they asked about a slight co-operation from me. I gave them some photos of Lisa. They told me that the next step would be to get some clever guy, unknown to me, make 150 folders to be mailed to important people in our town and to the Janzon Enterprise's most important customers.

Even I got a folder in my job mail. It was very well done with four pages in A5 size, with color print on high quality paper. The front page showed Janzon Enterprise logo and a smiling Oliver holding a sign that said 'Welcome'. A formal invitation to be an honorable guest at a dinner with information about a great new invention was on page 3. The back page contained information about Janzon Enterprises. But it was page 2 that was most interesting for the readers. It was the same ad for sexy underwear Lisa had got from Oliver. But the models' faces were replaced by Lisa's face and the text said, 'during the dinner my secretary will show you the latest fashion in underwear for a hot sexy secretary'.

At the bottom of the page was a framed box with a number and a text that said, 'The winner of this lottery wins a private strip and one hour prime time with the secretary in a room at Grand Hotel direct after the dinner'.

My friends had taken the expenses and efforts for giving Oliver Janzon a real push into a serious sex scandal. But they never told me who did what. Oliver would probably get some problems with his business relations but I don't think it would scare away any of his married fuck sluts, though now I would do my very best to get Lisa to skip her new job.

I expected it to be a real hullabaloo when I met Lisa later that day when the mail was out and took the day off after a couple of hours. At home, now with Lisa's new company underwear at the kitchen table together with a Janzon Enterprise folder, I began waiting in case that even Lisa's boss at the bank had got an folder.

Lisa's boss at the bank had gotten a folder in the mail and I'm sure that she would show it to Lisa. The only question was, if Lisa would go straight to see Oliver or, what I thought, she would come home first to get the underwear. It was serious evidence against her when she denied about her part in the folder.

Right I was. A few minutes after eleven o'clock, Lisa rushed into the house, run straight to the bedroom without noticing me sitting in the kitchen. I heard her screaming in despair as she searched for the new sexy underwear. At last she gave up her searching and came into the kitchen.

When she saw me she screamed, "Glen! Why are you at home?"

"For the same reason as you are. I was curious to see the working clothes for your new job as company whore at Janzon Enterprises." I said and gave her the bag with the underwear.

Then I continued with a loud voice, "How in the hell could that damn slimy asshole Olive Janzon get my shameless wife to begin whoring for him? Is he blackmailing you or something? Dammed, why in the hell are you in that crap? Didn't I warn you about that horny creep?"

Lisa cried loudly for a while before she began sobbing, "Please let me explain. Everything is a big mistake and it is not what you think."

"Don't make me sick with such crap talk. You know exactly what Oliver Janzon expects you to do because whoring must be included in your agreement with him. Otherwise your picture wouldn't have been in his damn dinner invitation. Who bought and paid those whore underwear?" I said and threw the bag to her.

Lisa replied, "It was a gift, nothing else. I think it was because Oliver owns some part of that underwear shop and I have never agreed to any stripping or meeting anybody at a hotel room during the dinner. In fact, I had never heard a word about any dinner. Please Glen, you must believe me."

"I don't and that's the reason why we are going to see Oliver right now. I'll give you a fair choice; skip that job or it will skip this marriage." I told her.

She didn't reply but came with me to the main office of Janzon Enterprises. But it was a useless effort because two security guards outside the main entrance told us Oliver Janzon was abroad and refused to let us in after they had checked my ID.

We did a new attempt at Oliver Janzon's home but even there two security guards were standing outside the door and gave us the same information as those at the office. Not much to do about Oliver at that day.

Back home I once again demanded her to quit that job. To my surprise, now she didn't say

"Yes, of course" any longer. Only that she would think about it. My comment to that is not printable. After some further arguing, Lisa promised to do her best to get in connection with Oliver the next day.

The next day Janzon Enterprises had a big advertising campaign in both local and national newspapers telling that they had nothing to do with the scandal folders. The main results of that had seen that the advertising created an enormous interest for that folder that was now even available on the web.

But it was Oliver who had called Lisa at her job and booked a meeting with her the next Monday when he would be back in town. When I asked if she had quit the job, she said that she tried and Oliver had promised that it would be on the agenda on Monday.

Before going to my job at Monday morning, I told Lisa that very day would be one of the most important junctions in her life. She could choose to remain as a married woman with family or join her divorced friends by taking that job and end up as a fuck slut and company whore for Oliver Janzon.

I had warned her several times, told her the consequences of what would happen if she took thet job. Now the choice was hers and the only thing I could do was wait and see.

Back home after the job, I immediately noted that something was wrong, obviously wrong as hell, when I saw the expression in Lisa's face. My first comment could only be, "You didn't do what you ought to do. What the hell did you do?"