I work for one of those multinational consulting companies as an accountant in a Scandinavian county capital. Most people think that to be an accountant is a terrible boring job but I must say they're wrong. I met a lovely girl during a job and got engaged to her. When this story begins I was a single guy at the age of 26, friend with many girls but had not met "the one and only" yet.
During a reconstruction job of a plastic factory in economic crisis I had to spend a lot of time at the District head office of one of most important banks in the country. My contact person at the bank was a young lovely girl by name Erica. We worked well together and it was a great pleasure for me every time I had some errand to the bank so I could see her.
One day she suggested me to join her for lunch. I was flattered and as the lunch was very pleasant, I took a chance and invited her for dinner at the Saturday evening, which she to my great pleasure accepted. I knew a small Italian restaurant where we had a very romantic dinner. Next Saturday she invited me for dinner, with breakfast included, at her place and thereafter one can say we were beginning our relationship.
My apartment is much larger than hers so we spent much of our time together at my place and after some months she rented out her own apartment and moved her things to mine. Most young people are living together many years before they get married, if they ever do that. But her mother, who is a real dragon with old fashion ideas, always pushed Erica to get married. I wanted to wait some years but gave up when even Erica agreed with her mother and was for marriage. We got engaged during a romantic weekend trip to Paris and Erica and her mother began to plan for a big wedding, which her parents promised to pay.
I was in love with Erica and in my opinion our sex-life was great and she always told me how much she wanted me in her. She never made any suggestions that she wanted it different in some way or complained about how it was. At least not until at the last weeks when I noted first some minor and then increasing changes in her behavior in the bed. Sometimes I got a feeling that she began to do our lovemaking more as a duty than a desire, which never happened before.
We are a "gambling gang" at my job and use to stay at a pub every Thursday after work for talk about our betting for the Saturday horse race. One Thursday Erica called me at my job and told me she had promised to baby sit for a fellow-worker who together with her boyfriend wanted to see a movie and go to pub for some beer afterwards. Erica told me she would be gone away when I came home from my gambling and she could be late. Of course, I had no objections to that.
When I came home I went for a shower and afterwards when I took my towel I found a small plastic bag on the floor. When I opened the garbage pail to put it in there I noted something in there. It was colorful packing for expensive looking sexy stay up stockings with a wide black lace. In the bag I found a receipt, which shoved that she had bought them the same day, after her job. She usually wore jeans after work, which ought to be much better for babysitting than these expensive sexy laced stockings.
Can't deny I got curious. I decided not to ask her about the stockings and wait and see if she gave me any explanation to this unusual babysitting outfit. I pretended to wake up when she came home at one a clock. She had a sexy red silk top, a short black skirt with a slit and black high heels. The most sexy babysitter I ever seen, indeed. I gave her a hug and a kiss and felt some scent of wine. She told me, "Don't try anything foolish tonight, the baby kept me busy the whole evening so I want to sleep at once."
She undressed in the bathroom, took a quick shower, went to bed and got sleeping within a few minutes. When I was sure she was in deep sleep, I went in to the bathroom and found her sexy laced panties in the laundry basket. I examined the crotch and found it was soiled and had a scent of semen. I hided them in my bowling bag. Thereafter I sat down in the living room and opened the bottle of my best 21 ears old single malt whisky, which I had planned to share with my best friends after the wedding. But now I knew that the wedding was only a dream from which I had awakened in chock. I filled my glass and in some strange way I was happy for I had found out Erica's sluttish behavior before the wedding and was able to save myself from making a terrible mistake to marry her. Most of all I was very sorry for my once in time so lovely Erica was same kind of a cheap slut as most of her fellow-workers at the bank whose divorce level was sky high above the average 50% in the country.
At the next morning she didn't mention anything about the evening and I didn't ask. Her only comment was that she had promised to baby-sit even the next Thursday if I didn't have any objections. I had no intention to stop her fucking around because I didn't care what she did from now on. At the evening after work she told me that she wanted to invite three of her fellow workers with their spouses for dinner at the Saturday evening the next week because she wanted to introduce me to them. I agreed because it suited perfect to what I had in my mind to do.
I noted that Erica searched for her panties, but she didn't ask me about them. At last she gave up and thought she had forgotten them where she was fucking. One of my fellow workers, Sebastian, had been in almost equal situation than me with a cheating wife and I remembered him talking about a test kit for semen he bought on mail order. He still had the kit and when we tested Erica's panties they were positive. No doubt she had cheated me and planned to do that again the next Thursday. Sebastian had even bought some electronic spy equipment when he collected evidence against his ex-wife. He offered me to borrow the briefcase with it or help me to use it I needed some help. I accepted and told him that Erica will be out next Thursday and I would appreciate if he could help me get some evidence of her cheating.
Erica went to her parents for the weekend. I hacked in to her E-mailbox and found terrible evidence for her whoring. She had a "lover boy" by name Fredric at one of her bank's suburban offices. Most of the mail was nonsense about how much and in which way they wanted to fuck each other. But I found even more serious matters. She told him that she was lucky to have two such a nice men. She loved me as a good faithful guy and was sure I was the best possible man to be married to in all matters except hot nasty sex and love. Therefore she wanted him to knock her up as close as possible to the wedding so she got his child as a memory of their great love story. When he got his divorce, Erica promised to marry him and it wasn't any disadvantage in her mind that I had to pay alimony for their love child.
What a terrible crap. I was prepared for nasty reading but that was much worse than expected. How in the hell could this once so lovely girl turn to such an ice-cold calculating bitch? What had I done to be treated in such a cruel way? She was already planning for her second marriage before her first wedding. We didn't fuck at all during the next week and I think she was happy for that.
Of course, I told my friends that it was over between Erica and me and I only wanted some further evidence for her cheating in case that her parents raised hell when I dumped her. My friends and I made plans for her "babysitting" at Thursday evening. We did a quick gambling and I went home early before she had left. She was dressed in the same skirt, heels and stockings as the last week but had a black top. I told her, "The baby must be very lucky guy for getting such a sexy sitter"
She blushed at little but didn't reply. Just said "They want to be out for a good time so I might be late"
Then she went out with two of my friends following her in separate cars. And one minute after she left a girlfriend to one of my friends came up to my apartment with some theater equipment. I got a wig, a beard, light colored glasses and some of her husband's old clothes. To my great surprise, I was a total different guy. I left a note at the kitchen table "Out with friends"
