She Dares to Play with Her Marriage

Date: 18.03.2008

Keywords: Marriage, Play, with, to, Her, She, Dares,

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Therefore, I have cancelled the party and when I get home today I'll give Linda the divorce papers. She will get me fired tomorrow."

"If you get fired, I'll quit my job here, that's for sure. And welcome to the singles club."

"Please put me in the line of your suitors."

She laughed and said, "Done, you are number seven."

Emma was a very lovely girl, newly divorced and 32 years old with a six-year-old daughter. Her husband was a strange fellow. Out among people he was very social but different at home. He had hit her twice. I suggested her to dump him already after the first time and she did it immediately after the second time. As a lovely girl, she had many fortune seekers courting her. I had always behaved correct toward her. But we could joke about everything and had fun together.

I replied with a laugh, "Can't complain. Seven is much better than expected in such competition."

Now she got serious, looked me straight in my eyes and said, "Seven can be a lucky number."

"I hope so."

Before I went home, I filled the divorce forms. On my way home I mailed my letters to everybody on the invitation list. At home Linda tried to be the loving wife. First she told me that she was sorry for her overreaction and asked me to forgive her. Of course, she had never had any serious intentions about divorce, only been mad and overreacted. She was in love with me and had never regretted our marriage.

The she told me, "Anna and Eric are humiliated but have accepted to stay away from the party if you promise to never step on their property. And both they and I would appreciate to know why they are not wanted?"

"No problems at all. I promised to send Eric a letter. He will get it tomorrow, like everybody else on your invitation list. He will understand what a damn creep he is."

Now she had gone pale and shouted, "What letter?"

"Did you forgot you told me that you were skipping the damn party? It was my duty to tell the guests."

Now she was ash gray in her face when she shouted, "Oh My Heavens, what have you done?"

"I told everybody that there will be no birthday party. You wanted to skip it and so did I. We agreed to skip it. Didn't we?"

Now she was sobbing, "I only said so, but never intended to do that. Did I ask you to send any stupid letters? I had already forgiven you when you came home and I got Anna and Eric to stay away as you wanted. Why did you do that to me? What shall we do know? Do you really understand what you have done? What did you write in your damn letter?"

I gave her a copy of my letter to Eric and Anna.

Dear Mr. And Mrs. Hammar,

Regarding cancelled birthday-party:

I regret to say that two serious matters have been brought to my attention during the last days, which made it necessary for me to write this letter.

A.) I have information, which says that my wife is cheating on me and has invited her lover and his wife to my party. I don't want to be regarded as a 'poor cuckold' during my great day.

B.) I know that several of my so-called friends have known about my wife's adultery for a while without having any intentions to tell me about it. I don want to see those people at my party.

My problem is that I still don't know for sure neither who of you are Linda's gigolo (if I had, you had been at the hospital) nor do I know who of you have known about Linda's adultery and regarded me as a cuckolded laughing stock behind my back.

To be 100% sure that none of the above-mentioned people will have a good time on my account, I regret to say that I have to cancel the whole party. I don't care that it, without any doubt, will cost me my marriage, my home, my job and my company car because Linda is my boss' daughter. To all others I can only say that I'm very sorry to cancel something, which without any doubt had been a great party and an unforgettable evening for all of you.

Best Regards

Michael Malmsten

When Linda read the letter, she began to cry hysterically and sobbed after a while, "It wasn't anything serious with Frederick, I don't love him, and he was only different and exiting sex. I love you, only you. Please forgive me. Please say that you do."

"Frederick Anderson?"

"Yes."

"Pray for his soul."

Frederick Anderson had been a rather good rock singer before he got his present job as car salesman when he married his boss' daughter just as I did. Linda and his wife were old friends. I was a bit surprised about her choice of lovers but had no intentions to begin any vendetta against him, at least not for the time being. But it was no disadvantage if he feared for what I might do.

I gave her the divorce papers and told her that it was the only possible solution in the mess our marriage had turned to now when the whole town knew about her affair. She understood that I was serious and ran to the bedroom.

I went to the den and did a quick listen of the phone calls. As expected there was mostly Linda and Anna's mumbo jumbo. They guessed a lot about my reason for not liking Eric but none of them came close until Anna got the idea that I knew about her cheating and suspected Eric to be the lover. Anna didn't like Linda's good laugh at that suggestion.

During their last call Linda told her that she had used divorce in her last attempt to change my mind and my answer had got her to understand that it was a serious mistake and she had gone too far. Linda said that from now on her marriage was more important than who came to the damn party. Anna got angry and told her that she ought to have thought about the consequences for her marriage before she began fucking on the side and she was sure that I suspected Eric. However, she promised to stay away and she told Linda that they had no reason to have any connection at all in the future.

I told the kids that their mother and I had decided to go separate ways and I was sleeping in the spare room until I moved out. I had right to stay six months in the home until the divorce was final but intended to get out as soon as possible.

Then I rang Frederick Anderson's wife and told her that their invitation to my party was not valid any longer as the party was cancelled because her husband used to fuck my wife.

The next day neither Linda nor I went to work. She was still in the bedroom when I ate breakfast and left the house to search for an apartment to rent.

Emma rang me at ten o'clock on my cell phone and told that my letter had caused some hullabaloo at the job and Linda's dad wanted to see me at lunch. I accepted. At lunch he told me that it was a very sad day for him and he as father and grandfather was sorry for Linda and the children and promised to do everything to help them.

But as an owner of the family business and responsible for his employees, he had to act in different way at the work. He told me that everybody knew that neither his son nor Linda could replace me and do what I did at the job. Therefore, he offered me to replace him as the official boss for the business. His son, who had been screaming about firing me, should go from the office to the production and if Linda had any objections or refused to work with me as the boss, she had to find something else to do.

He told me that he had worked very hard during his whole adult life and could not see any other solution for keeping the business in the family than what he had suggested. He had a dream that there would be something valuable left for Rebecca and Oliver to take over one day. I accepted.

Linda left the job, angry as a bee because of my promotion but her main reason was feeling ashamed about her reputation as the 'party slut' which she never was. She took a 'time out' for three months for working at a summer resort hotel reception.

Instead of the big party my children and I wet to the Euro-Disney in Paris for three days and had a good time there. I stayed in the house with the children until Linda came back from her 'time out'.

My position in 'Emma's line' had been a daily joke between us for a few days until she said that I was 'number one for 24 hours.' Then everything happened very fast. I immediately asked for a date and got a yes from her. After our third date we regarded us as a couple and to our great pleasure her daughter accepted me as 'Mom's boyfriend' and my children got a good relation to Emma.

We bought a house, in which we could move in only a week after Linda was back in town. Linda never wanted back to the family business and got a new job without any problems. She and I have agreed to share custody of the children and they are the only reason for us to talk. She says that she can never forgive me for the letter I wrote to our guests in which she in her opinion got pointed out as a slut.

She has not confessed anything neither about her affair with Frederick or if she even had other affairs. To be honest, I don't care because today it is history. My friends have told me that she has quit dating for the time being because too many of her suitors were married men and other pussy hounds with a very limited interest. Our divorce is soon final so it is not my problem.

Some of the guys on my job had met Frederick at a single's bar after his wife had dumped him and her father had fired him from his job. When he began to complain about his bad luck, they had taken him to the parking lot for a friendly chat about the cancelled party. Somehow he had succeeded to get two black eyes and a broken nose.