Many thanks to Southronstyle for editing this story.
It was a rainy Monday morning, the last week of September. I was tired, very tired indeed because I had been away Friday and Saturday at a training camp with my son Martin's hockey team as an " hockey dad", assistant coach and driver of the rented travel bus. We had come home late that previous Saturday evening. Then my wife Catherine had been a nagging bitch the whole Sunday and refused me the weekly taste of her sweet pussy both Sunday morning and evening. Not a very good weekend.
When I came to work that Monday morning at my job as production engineer at a custom tooling machinery company, Rick, one of my co-workers took me aside and told me, "Do you know what Catherine did Friday night?"
"When I called home from the training camp she told me that she was going to see her mom and then go home to see a film on TV."
"Did she t tell you about the Motor Hotel?"
"No, why should she?"
"Because I saw here there about nine 'o clock Saturday morning together with some man. I was on my way to the fall membership meeting of the Kawasaki owners and I stopped at the Motor Hotel's gas station. She and this man came out from a room and after some hugging and a kiss she got into her little red Toyota and drove away. The guy left in a black Mercedes."
"Are you sure?"
"Would you recognize that man if you saw him?"
"Did Catherine recognize you there?"
"No, I had my helmet on."
Bad news but it was no real surprise for me because I had suspected some kind of crap would happen sooner or later since Catherine got promoted and moved to a new department at the insurance company where she worked. I was sure the guy was one Albert Ek, who was her boss at her new job. It was almost a classic "cheating at the job" story because Catherine had been bragging about this Albert since the first day at the new job.
Of course Albert had seen his chances to get the panties off a gorgeous woman, as Catherine really is, especially as Albert's own wife was far from that. However, but Albert's wife was rich and that had probably meant a lot for Albert, at least when he had stood at the bottom of the ladder and wanted to have many expensive things he couldn't afford with his own salary.
I'm an average forty-two years old Scandinavian guy. My name is Eric Johansson, which happens to be one of the most common names in the country. I used to play hockey in our elite division and had I been only slight better, there had been a future for me in NHL. But now my highest point, as player had been only one unimportant tourment with our national hockey team when all the best players had invented excuses to been elsewhere.
When I met Catherine she was a real natural beauty, representing our county in the national Miss Pageant competition. I'm sure that it was only my reputation rough hockey star in the popular local team that got Catherine into my bed with spread legs. Several of us player had a posse of groupies after us and it was never any big deal to get a fuck from one of our groupies.
However Catherine was a bit different. We remained as a couple and she was a real trophy girl that made other guys envy me when we were out in the evenings. She got ill from her birth control pills at that time and skipped them, which is why we played some kind of roulette each time we fucked. Of course, the accident happened after we had been together for almost a year and, as I always been a fair guy, I married her instead of running away as some cowards in the team did.
A trophy girl is seldom any perfect wife but Catherine and I managed to keep our family together without any long lasting serious quarrels. The price I had to pay was doing much more at home than any of my friends. Our sex was okay but never on any heights. Though Catherine looked very sexy when she dressed up, she had never been all that interested in sex, but that was my secret, which I didn't tell all those who envied me for my sexy looking wife.
That rainy Monday Rick promised to help me find out if it was Albert who had spent the night with Catherine, which is why we went to the restaurant at her lunchtime where Catherine and some of her fellow workers used to have their lunch. Our plan was simple, if the guy Rick had seen at the motel was there, Rich would cough and point him out to me.
The restaurant was crowded but we saw Catherine sitting at a table for four together with two men and another woman. A few meters from the table Rick coughed and poked at the man sitting next to Catherine. We went to the table. My wife seemed surprised but not at all happy to see me, when I told her, "Hello my darling, I happened to have an errand to this area why I dropped in to tell you that I might be late home this evening."
"Have you lost my phone number?"
"Oh no my love but I can't see your sweet smile in the phone."
Then I raised my voice and asked Albert, who was sitting next to her, "You are Albert Ek, aren't you?"
I saw that people at the tables around us had begun to listen when he replied, "Yes."
I told him with a loudvoice, "You are a famous guy today Albert, there are rumors in town that say that some Albert Ek spent Friday night at the Motor Hotel together with a whore. Poor bastard, that can give you six months in jail and some STD as a bonus."
Most people at the surrounding tables, hopefully co-workers to Catherine and Albert, had heard what I had said.
Albert shouted, "To hell with you!" and began to rise up from his chair, probably intending to attack me
Rick pushed him down shouting, "Shut up and remain seated, you damn maggot."
To my surprise both Catherine and the other couple had remained silent, as I said to her, "Enjoy your meal my darling, though you have chosen to have it with some damn bad company."
Almost everybody at the restaurant stared at Rick and me when we left the place. At least some of Catherine's fellow workers must have suspected about her affair with Albert and understood why I did what I did. Hopefully others would spread the rumor of Albert and a whore at the Motor Hotel.
I didn't work any overtime. Catherine attacked me as soon as I had closed the door when I got back home and shouted, "What the hell did you do today? Are you insane?"
"Don't you want to hear the truth about that damn creep or is he some kind of special friend to you."
"You humiliated me among my fellow workers, why in the hell did you do that?"
"Because your damn pervert friend enjoyed hearing you say your nasty comments to me."
"I have begged him to forgive you and he promised to do that if you immediately call him with your apologies and accept his conditions to get even. If you refuse to do that, I'll move out from our house at this very evening, did you hear what I said?"
"Yes I did."
I didn't make any attempts to get the phone and Catherine shouted at me, "What the hell are you waiting for? Get the phone and call him!"
"I can't see any reason to do that because I know for sure what said at the restaurant was true."
My answer must have surprised her because she remained silent a couple of seconds before she shouted, "Obviously you don't intend to call him. Bad for you, because he is going to sue you and I'm moving out from this house."
"No problems, I'll help you pack. Are you sure dear Albert has told his wife what he did that night? If that law suit ever comes, which I doubt, I'm sure my lawyer will find his whore and use her as witness and get your dear friend Albert to pay for his crime."
Catherine began to understand that she had played a high-stakes game with me and was going to lose it. She sounded worried when she asked, "You don't care if I move out?"
"No I don't. You promised to do that if I refused to call Albert and I expect you to keep your promise."
Now she was red as a tomato when she shouted, "You have got Albert on your insane mind."
She had never intended to move out but she had too much pride to stay, so she went to the bedroom and began packing.
One hour later she came out from the bedroom with two suitcases. I saw in her red eyes that she had been crying but why should I care. I was sure she hadn't cried during her night with Albert at the motel and didn't see any reason to be sorry for her facing the consequences.
She didn't say a word when she left. Not a word about Martin, who was doing his homework's together with his friend three houses away so he hadn't seen his mother go.
When he returned back home, I explained that his mom would be staying at his grandparents for some time. He simply asked if we had been arguing and when I said, "Yes" he only told me that he didn't want to get involved. I promised to keep him out of it.
The next day not much happened with my family quarrel. During the day I rang Albert's wife at her job and after introducing myself and explaining that my wife was fellow-worker with her husband, I asked her, "Do you know where your husband spent the night between Friday and Saturday last week?"
"Of course I know. My husband doesn't have any secrets from me."
"Are you saying that you know and accept the fact that Albert spent the night with my wife at the Motor Hotel in the next town."
"That's bullshit. He was at the Sergel Plaza hotel in our royal capital because he had been negotiating with an important customer on Friday and then had dinner with the customer and his wife at the evening."
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