by Winterfrog

Copyright© 2012 by Winterfrog

Erotica Sex Story: Testing apps in a new smart-phone got the big ball rolling.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Cheating   Slut Wife   .

Many thanks to Jedbeaker for the editing of this story.

It happened on a Friday afternoon at a crowded supermarket. No parking spots were available until I saw a car leaving the lot and a small red Honda waiting for taking it, but as I was in a better position, I quickly took it. Not a polite thing to do and the good-looking young woman in the red Honda obviously shared that opinion because she came out from her car and gave me an impressive and unforgettable cursing that really got me admiring her skills in that matter.

When we later met at an aisle inside the supermarket she had a small kid in her trolley and I got feeling some guilt for my nasty behaviour. So I looked straight into her eyes and said, "I'm sorry for what I did in the parking lot and it was a silly thing to do. Could you please give the regretful sinner a chance to give both of you some compensation at the cafeteria?"

She stared at me and asked, "Do I know you? Have we met somewhere?"

"Not before today in the parking lot, but you might see me in the local newspaper today because I scored two goals in the hockey match yesterday evening. By the way, my name is Dan Erickson, if you don't care about hockey."

Still angry she replied, "Two damn goals in some silly uninteresting sport doesn't justify or permit you to act like an asshole."

"No, it doesn't and my offer about coffee and pastry still remains so you can teach me some good manners," I said with a smile.

Now even she smiled and said, "I accept because you really need that lesson."

We didn't speak many words about the parking because I wasn't the worst "bad boy" in her opinion. She told me her name was Alice Olson, her little boy was Lucas and she had newly dumped her ex boyfriend who she had found having an affair for months with one of her best friends. I told her that even I and my ex had newly parted, but we did it as friends which sounded strange to her.

I had to explain that my ex was a nurse and she had met a young doctor who shared her interest for the health problems in the third world so they decided to go together to Tanzania as volunteers. She had been honest and had not cheated on me before we agreed to part. So I wished both of them good luck and promised to be available if they needed some kind of matters taken care of at home while they were abroad.

Alice's and my coffee break was followed by lunches and dinners. Two weeks after our first meeting we spent our first night together. It was a memorable night with much better sex than I had dared to expect. Alice got me understand that she was the Miss Right for me. Three months later she and Lucas moved into my nice house that I had bought for money that I got as a hockey player. Ice-hockey is the most popular sport in our Scandinavian home town which is why even we part time professional players are rather well paid.

Time went by, Alice, Lucas and I went fine together and now three years later we are seriously talking about a wedding, adopting Lucas and getting him a sister or brother.

Then shit hit the fan when a snake appeared in our paradise. The snake was 29 years old and had a name, Tom Boman. He came from a town 43 kilometres away and began working at the same office as Alice. Within a very short time most women regarded him to be a very handsome and charming man and his new female co-workers formed some kind of a competition in taking good care of him. When Tom's hometown gossips about him as a genuine pussy hound with clever conning skills reached the office, several of his male co-workers got curious about his skills and began asking him questions about his affairs.

Tom didn't deny anything about that reputation. Instead he was proud of it and in a short time he was a celebrity in that office. A gossip said that even some of the married women jokingly promised they wouldn't say "No thanks" to an affair with him.

Some men regarded him as a simple pussy hound while others envied and admired his skills. One day several of the admirers took him to a bar after the job where they got him bragging about whom he might seduce in their office. Tom felt really honoured by the attention, pretended to be an expert and told his admirers that 8 of 10 average women could be seduced, though some could be difficult or even very difficult, which was a greater challenge.

Then he had continued by saying, "Isn't that really a great opportunity for us guys because it means that eight of ten, even taken pussies, might be available and waiting for us?"

His admirers were not convinced and some of them said "Show us that you can do that".

Tom had replied, "Yes I can and will seduce at least a couple of our average co-workers within a short time and show you evidence about it. But I'll skip those who are 'difficult' because such pussy isn't better than any else and it is too much work for getting just a fuck. I'm not willing to do all that extra work for what is available much easier."

His admirers said they accepted his reasons but they had agreed about offering him a big bonus if he could show them that he was skilled enough to get the panties off even a "difficult" woman. One who was in love and living together with a spouse?

After Tom got his admirers to double the bonus, he accepted the challenge chosen by his "fan club". It was: seduce, fuck and show pictures doing it with a lovely girl who was living together with a hockey player and making plans for a wedding. His supporters accepted that he had to make slow steps forward and such difficult action had to take some time.

As a local hockey star, I had admirers and friends of friends even among the guys at Alice's job which is how the info about the silly bet got to my ears a couple of days later since it was my girlfriend Alice who was selected to be Tom's "difficult prey". My source promised to keep me updated about what Tom did and what he said to his "fan club". I gave my word to never tell Alice where I got my information.

To my great surprise, my source told me that it had only taken three days for Tom to show info about his first seduction, a 34-year-old mother of two in her second marriage. Now I knew for sure that this Tom could be a real threat for me.

Four weeks later it was info time again when Veronica Lindberg, a 43 years old married mother of two teenage girls had spread her legs for Tom.

The next news was bad info because it was Alice who told me that she had been to a nearby Inn for a lunch together with a co-worker by name Tom Boman and they had agreed to do it again.

One thing was for sure, actions would be taken but the difficult questions were when, where and how? I expected to have a countdown time of at least couple of months until the final solution and knew that mistakes in any action would bring Alice closer to Tom.

I invited two of my best old friends, Ronny and Niclas to a pub for some beer and asked them for advice. We agreed that any action against Tom would increase his hunting instincts and any complaints to Alice would be a wedge between her and me and therefore, an advantage for Tom. It was best for me to stay calm for a while before telling Alice that there was some gossip at her job about Tom's seductions.

Though Alice didn't mention any further lunches with Tom, my connection at their job sent me messages about two new lunch meetings. When I got a message when they left for the last of their lunches it was obvious they were going to the Inn so I called my friend Ronny. He sent his unemployed brother for a lunch on my account at the Inn. My guess was right and he got some pictures with his phone. It was obvious Alice and Tom had a good time but no wrongdoings happened.

Back home that evening I asked Alice, "I had a damn busy day today, how was your day?"

I noted a slight hesitation before she replied, "Nothing special, just an ordinary day."

Obviously a slight progress for Tom as a lunch with him at an Inn was regarded as an ordinary matter."

Nothing further was said about her lunch with Tom that day or their going to the Inn at least once a week. But some time later when we were talking about some pop star's nasty divorce, I said with a laugh, "I've heard rumors about Tom, the guy at your job who used to take you to the Inn for lunch. He is said to be a real Casanova who has already seduced two married chicks during his first two months at the job and is said to be working hard on his third bimbo. Such a famous specimen ought to be stuffed and kept in a museum."

Alice didn't share any fun in my comment, not at all, because she got angry as a wasp and shouted at me, "You men are real gossipmongers spreading damn lies about such silly bullshit. Do I have to ask for your permission to eat lunch and can you tell me the names of those married women in your damn gossip?"

"The only one in my memory for the time being is Veronica Lindberg, married to Reverend Alf Lindberg. Of course, if you are interested in "Horny Tom's" whores it can't be difficult to find out the other one too. Even though poor Alf is a wimp, he must be man enough to kick out that soiled company-whore Veronica from his house."

That wasn't any good news for Alice who gave up our arguing with skipping all further comments. Not a word about her latest lunches with Tom.

The next day I got info from their job that Tom would remain in our town until 10 PM to pick up his mother from a theatre, so he had persuaded Alice to have dinner with him. She asked me when back home after the job, "Do you mind if I'm going out for a 'girl dinner' this evening for having some fun?"

"Yes I do, especially after a bird told me that your so called 'girl dinner' is expected to be with a girl by the name 'Tom'. Which is indeed a very unusual name for a girl or is that Tom a so called 'she-boy'? But if you really want a dinner with that Tom, whatever he might be, isn't it better that you invite him and his girlfriend for dinner with us on Friday or Saturday evening so I can meet and hopefully learn something from that famous Casanova?"

My reply got her really surprised because I had never denied her going out with her friends and had no right to do that either. To my satisfaction Alice skipped all arguing and didn't go out to see Tom. I think she felt ashamed after I caught her with a lie. Of course, I never suspected she had any intentions of "back seat sex" with him that evening but both of us understood we had some problems in our relation. The next evening she said Tom had said "no thanks" when she had invited him and his girlfriend for dinner.

Two days later, Veronica arrived late to the job, went straight to her boss, quit the job immediately for serious personal reasons, collected her private belongings and left the job without a word to anybody.

But the gossip found out the reason, magnified and spread it to everybody. Veronica had been very popular at the office so Tom got many nasty comments. Even Alice avoided him for the time being.

Tom, who was a real fighter, understood that he had lost a round but could still win the game. He had promised to show his supporters evidence about fucking Alice and he was determined to do that even if it might take a little longer time to reach the goal now after the unexpected scandal with Veronica.

Even the fortunes were on Tom's side because only a few days after Veronica left her job, he won the Lotto. Not any big amount but enough to get advantages for him in his seducing game with Alice.

The amount was big enough for a five day holiday package to Euro Disney in Paris for two adults with two children. Though he must have been hundred percent sure that Alice and Lucas would not join him and the young daughter he had with his ex-wife, he offered Alice and Lucas to join him for free on the trip.

To my great surprise Alice did swallow Tom's bait and was happy as a child when we met at home after our jobs. She said, "Guess what? I've got a great offer for a five days free holiday in Paris for me and Lucas, which really means Euro Disney. Isn't that great?"


Now she got a surprised expression on her face when she said, "What do you mean by 'NO'?"

"I mean that it isn't any great offer for a free trip because I suspect that such an offer had to come from a horny creep who's expecting you to pay for the trip in his bed. This offer is so damn silly that it must have been invented by that Tom, I presume."

Now she got real angry and shouted, "He can't go alone with a six year old girl, that's why he needs a woman going with him. The only matter in your dirty mind is sex. This is a serious offer and it isn't up to you decide whether I'm going or not going, that's for sure"

I replied with a calm voice, "So you don't believe it was sex when your creepy friend fucked Mona Davidson and Veronica Lindberg and bragged about it afterwards? Now he is said to be chasing a slightly more difficult higher class prey than those two. Guess who that lucky woman might be? You ought to regard it as a very simple question and feel flattered to have been chosen to be Tom's dream girl at your office."

Then I continued by telling her, "Yes, you are right that I don't have any right to decide where you are going or with whom you are going. You are a free woman which is why I neither can nor want to stop you from going abroad, not even together with such a creep as Tom Boman. It's your business, only your business, that's for sure."

That reply was completely unexpected for her so she, after some thinking, gave me polite reply by saying, "Darling, I'm sorry for shouting at you. Of course, I have not decided anything yet and I'm glad for your understanding and I love you very much for letting me decide this matter."

"I love you too and as we are adults we have to make our own decisions and take all the consequences for what we are doing. Talking about myself, I would never share a bed with a slut after she's been soiled by an asshole like Tom Boman. It doesn't matter where and how it might happen. In my humble opinion a soiled slut is a soiled slut. Period." I said.

Now she had a worried look in her face when saying, "What do you mean by that?"

"I would be a laughing stock in the whole town for not dumping you after going to Paris together with an infamous whoremonger as Tom Boman." That was my simple explanation.

Alice wasn't convinced and said, "Tom promised that there are no such demands and the only thing he wants is female assistance to take care of his daughter."

I replied, "Sounds sane, but why in the hell is he not going there with his girlfriend who already knows his daughter? People who know Tom from his hometown say that he is a snake who's been using all his tricks, seducing, conning, blackmailing, drugs and rape for getting into those pants he wants into. Don't expect him to be turned into a saint, especially not when you are alone with him abroad."

She had a short comment, "You've got Tom as a ghost in your mind."

No more was said in that matter for that day and I doubted that the offer about Euro Disney was honest; it was obvious that Tom had used a simple trick to push in his wedge much deeper between Alice and me. It was obvious for me that Alice had a strong sympathy growing for him.

However, the next day when Alice got home after her job she said, "I said no thanks" to Tom's kind offer about Paris and he'll try to find somebody else or invest money in a newer car.

"Tom had already bought that car when he asked you about Paris, so don't worry for missing that non-existing trip" I told Alice.

She shouted, "How in the hell can you know when Tom bought his car?"

"The Audi dealer in Tom's home town told me. He happens to be an acquaintance of mine."

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