I Did It My Way

When this story begins I'm a 29 years old guy who loves Anne of all my heart. In my humble opinion she is the most perfect wife in the whole world. She is beautiful, she is clever, she has great sense of humor and she says that she loves me of all her heart. The only problem is that she is not my wife, she is married to Roland Lindal, a real "mother's darling" and not very happy with that.

I met her on occasion. I had never seen her before when she came to my table at a crowded lunch restaurant and asked if she could share the table with me. Of course I accepted of several reasons. She was one of the prettiest women I've seen in a long time. Her sweet smile almost melted me when she said, "It's very kind of you, many thanks."

"You're welcome. I wish it been a dinner instead of a lunch."

She continued smiling when she replied, "Who knows, it can be your lucky day today?"

Thereafter we had a pleasant small talk about daily matters. I had noted her wedding ring and didn't expect anything further to happen. But when she was ready to go she opened her handbag and wrote her name and a phone number on the backside of a receipt and told me, "It was your lucky day today. I look forward to the dinner." And then she left.

I'm working as a real estate agent for a successful company and doing fair money. I use to have good luck in business but bad luck with women. As a money making single I had no problems to find handsome "party girls" to cheer up my limited spare time and even live with some of them now and then but as soon a genuine party girl hears the word "family" she use to get cold feet and disappear. I knew that many married men envied me for my short time relations and possibilities of fucking so many different, usually good-looking girls. But when all my old friends had got a family I began to envy them and be fed up with my present way of living.

Jill, the last one was so far the worst. I met her at a party, brought her home with me for a "one night" and two days later she had installed herself in my apartment. She was very good in the bed but almost worthless at all other matters. She could not cook, she never cleaned anything, and she threw her clothes everywhere in the apartment, which usually looked as a pigsty. It was my turn to get cold feet when Jill, the last women of all I knew whom I wanted to marry, told me that she had made a final decision to get a family and asked me of I was interested. My interest for getting a family had immediately faded away when she surprised me with her unexpected question. Somehow I avoided further talk about that matter and she never mentioned it again until one evening when she told me that she had good and bad news to tell me.

She told me that a nice shy guy at her job was obviously much more seriously interested of her than I was and he had told her that he was happy to have her moving to his place. She had decided to do that if I had no better suggestion for her. I didn't have any and wished her good luck for the future. Then she got mad when I asked her about the bad news which obviously had been that she left me.

A few days after the pleasant lunch with Anne I rang her at her job and asked her if she remembered me and told her that my suggestion of a dinner was still valid. To my great pleasure I got the feeling that she sounded happy to get my call when she told me that I was not forgotten yet. She accepted my invitation for the dinner and she suggested the time, date and a small inn outside the town, which I accepted with great pleasure.

We met the next evening and had a very romantic dinner. She told me about herself that she had married a nice guy two years ago and the first year was very happy. Then she got surprisingly open-minded about their actual problems, which began when Roland's sister's man took a job in China. Roland's mother had been a real pain in his ass and when the company where he worked moved more of their production to China, he immediately volunteered to go there for two years for getting rid of the mother in law. Therefore Roland's mom came to our town and began to interfere in Anne's marriage. Anne had a serious quarrel with her Roland when he wanted to rent out a room in their three-room apartment to his mother and she had told him, "When your mother moves in, I move out." She won that battle but the mother found an apartment of her own in the neighborhood and visited them several evenings a week, which ruined both their family life and social life. Their worst problem now was that her husband wanted to have a child, which she refused during the present conditions. Thanks to the experiences from my job I was a good listener and avoided to say any negative comments about her obviously juvenile husband and his foolish mother.

The main reason for my excellent results at my job was that I always listened carefully to my customers, which gave me time to find out and suggest the best solution for them. Not necessary the most profitable for me at the moment but a satisfied customer usually generated new customers who wanted my service. Though I never used any high-pressure sales tricks in my job for quick results my annual figures were usually much better compared to those who did it.

I got immediately in love with Anne and understood that to get any success I must really be a good boy, not only pretend to be a such and all nasty tricks to get her laid had to be out of question. I praised her for doing the right things during difficult circumstances, promised to do my best to help her in all possible ways and gave her me my business card.

After the dinner when we parted at the parking lot she hugged me, gave me a kiss on the chin and told me that she was happy because I had not done any attempts to persuade her to some kind of sex. I kissed her on the chin and replied that it is a dream but such dreams could only happen in the real life when two dreamers got the same dream at the same time. She gave me a quick kiss on my lips before she left me saying, "Keep dreaming, I'll call you for a date."

She did, as the first thing at the morning when she got to her job. We decided to have lunch at my apartment already the next day. Anne had got the rest of the day off from her work that day and I decided to get the same. She found my place without any problems and I was happy for had hired professional cleaners for a real cleaning of the mess Jill had left. The first thing she said after my welcome hug was a question, "Got any dreams since the dinner?"

"Plenty of them, all about the loveliest woman I know."

Then she hugged me again and whispered in my ear, "Even I have dreamt."

After the lunch, take away from the nearest restaurant, I took her to my bedroom, looked in her eyes and whispered in her ear, "Let our dreams come true."

They did, indeed. It was like a large dam had broken. She must been starving for real love. Strong feelings got loose and couldn't be stopped. To be honest, we didn't any attempts to do that either. Why miss such a great opportunity to get all our dreams fulfilled. It was only the third time we met but it felt like we had known each other for ages. Real love is a wonderful gift because that day I got the best sex I ever had in my whole life and I really did everything I could do to give even her an unforgettable day. When we were dressed again she told me, "I wish my husband was as you are."

I replied, "I wish I was your husband."

She looked deep in my eyes but did not reply. Both of us understood that it was the very beginning of the love story of our lives. Anne wasn't the first married woman in my life. I had fucked several of them but it had always been "quickies" at parties, conferences and such occasions. Anne was different; I was in true love with a married woman. That was a new and unusual experience for me. Now I really found out the big difference between making love and fucking.

I understood that if I wanted to win her forever, I had to do the most difficult sale I ever done. I had to sell myself and to be totally honest doing it. I knew that her husband had many advantages and I had to show her that I was a better guy even in many other ways than in the bed.

Anne told me that the sex with her husband had decreased down to a poor level. All he wanted was a quickie now and then. Convinced about that her husband would note some changes in her behavior and get suspicious sooner or later. I didn't feel sorry for him. Why should I? Though he had got such a great wife he wasn't able to get released from his mother's influence.

I bought Anne a small cell phone which she could have keep at her job so we could send daily text messages to each others. I warned her to use her home phone or her own cell phone, which were the first things a husband checked. I even warned her for saying anything in her car because small voice operated recorders were available in all electronic stores and hiding one in her car could give him much information if she used the driving time for phone calls.

We continued our meetings at my apartment as often she could sneak away. Sometimes she began her job one hour later but left home at average time. Sometimes she left it one or two hours earlier. Our sex-life grew to new heights; much because her husband had began to neglect her as some kind of silly punishment for their family disagreement.

One day she sent me a message in which she was sure that her husband knew something because he had been a bit strange in his behavior against her. More quarrels about the child he wanted to have. I advised her began to do some new innocent errands during the evenings and check if she was tailed.

The next day she reported that she had been to the library and was sure that he had tailed her in his mom's car. On her way home from the job she did a quick stop at the mall where I searched her car and found a small Japanese recorder under her seat. No doubt any longer. Her husband was trapping her. The question was what he wanted to do to her when he sooner or later got his evidence? Kick her out from the apartment? Was he a violent man? We had to decide what to do? I promised her to fix all necessary protection for her but she didn't want me to do anything for the time being. We decided to think about it and have a serious talk the next morning.

Anne rang me as soon as she was at her job the next morning and I told her my suggestion, get divorce from her husband and move into my apartment. She told me that she loved me very much but it was a big leap to take and she wanted to think about it in two weeks without any connection between us.

Those two weeks lasted only four days. Then she rang me from her car. During one of their quarrels he had hit her. It was the second time he did it. The first time had been during a quarrel about renting a room to his mother. After she had seen him crying for hours while he promised never do that again, she had forgiven him then and told him that next time she left him. Now she had run to the neighbors, an army officer who went back with her to her apartment and kept her once again crying husband calm while she packed a suitcase and left him. I asked her to come to my place.

I met her on the street and when she came, we went immediately to a hotel where I paid a room in her name for two days and told them not to give any kind of information about her if somebody rang for it or came to see her. The hotel was an attempt to get Roland on a wrong track. I was sure that when he regretted what he had done he began searching for her at the hotels. Then I took Anne back to my place where she told me that it was her husband's mother who had told him to hit her and he had obeyed. Anne had a real black eye so he must have hit her rather hard. She stayed away from her job for a few days.

Then shit hit the fan the next morning. At nine o'clock she had got her cell phone filled with both text- and voice messages. In some of them he begged her to come home and promised to forgive all her whoring. In others he threatened her with find where she was hiding and beat the crap out of her. When she rang to her boss at noon he told her that her husband had rang there 50 times and demanded to speak to her. They had got enough and called the police who had promised to have a serious talk with him. When Anne called the hotel and asked if they had got any messages for her they told that a lunatic had rang every fifth minute asking for her until even they had called the police who obviously had got him calmed down.

I couldn't help it but now I felt a bit sorry for Anne's husband who had been stupid enough to do everything wrong and therefore lost such a great wife. Why didn't he understand that they had serious problems? Why always chose his mother's side when she had been nagging at Anne about their private matters? Why allow the mother to do that at all? Of course, no man wants to have or to accept a cheating wife but he could probably saved his marriage if he had understood that it was his own fault when she began to look for happier alternatives. He could taken the first signs of it as a serious warning that he was going to lose her if he didn't do a complete turnabout and promised Anne a new beginning from zero without his mother involved.

Then the mess got even worse. The soon to be ex-husband succeed to find out the hotel where Anne had a room as a wrong track for him. He went to the hotel and when the clerk had refused to tell him Anne's room number he had turned totally mad and hit him hard and began to throw things in the lobby. The police had taken him to a mental hospital where they could keep him for 24 hours. His mother had got furious when she heard about her son taken to the hospital and gone to Anne's job screaming about "shameless whores".

Anne didn't feel very well and I did my best to comfort her. She felt a terrible remorse for the pain and problems she had caused her husband when she left him. But she knew that a man who had hit his wife twice usually did it again and the next time he did it of a far less reason. To my great relief she didn't see any way back. Cheating is an easy game to play but a few participants thinks how much crap there can appear afterwards. Anne's husband calmed down by on by but continued try to connect her at her job at least once a day though he now had got a court order not to do any attempts to contact her. I'm sure that I could put a stop to that but Anne had forbidden me to do anything to him. She made it clear that any interference from me against Roland could ruin my relation to her.

At last he even found out that I was Anne's new boyfriend and came to my job for me. After some screaming and shouting about what he wanted and intended to do to me he calmed down and began sobbing about how much he missed her. He even listened to me when I explained for him that it wasn't I who I had taken Anne away from him because it was he himself who had hit her away. He shakes my hand when he left.

A divorce without any children involved is a quick affair and when Anne's was final we married at a Wednesday at the town hall with only two clerks as witness. That night she got released from all problems, which had haunted her for the last months. We ended up in a memorable wedding night with great sex. Once again we felt us flooded away to unlimited pleasures just like our first afternoon at my apartment. Next Saturday evening we had rented the clubhouse at my golf club where we had party for our friends and relatives.

During the party I had gone out for getting some fresh air and was sitting on a bench behind some bushes when I heard Anne and one of her friends came out for the same reason. They stayed just outside the door and didn't see me when they began talking.

The friend asked Anne, "You didn't wasted any time before jumping into a new marriage. Do you think this Michael will be better than Roland?"

"Yes, I really hope so."

"How can you be so sure? You have only known him for a short time, haven't you?"

"Yes, but he knows that I don't hesitate to dump a lousy husband. And if I'll do my very best to be a good wife I'm sure Michael will do his best to be a good husband."

"Does he know about the others?"

"There are no others. Michael has been my one and only lover since we met. This time I'll keep all my wows and will be a faithful wife."

"What about your boss? Does Michael know about him?"

"I dumped him before Michael and I did anything for the first time. Michael doesn't know because he's never asked me. If he had, I've told him the truth."

"There went your promotion."

"And so what? I don't care about that damn promotion any longer. I love my husband and both of us want to have a family as soon as possible. I will be away from the job for a long time for rising our kids."

"Oh my God, are you already pregnant?"

"Of course not. I've only been married three days. But Michael and I are doing our best."

Why should I care about what Anne had done before we met. I was a lucky guy who at last had got the best thing a man can get, a handsome loving wife.