This is a story about a guy who loves his wife and works hard for saving his marriage. Many thanks to Angel Love for editing this story.
This story began on a Wednesday evening at the International Airport in Newark, New Jersey, where I, Gregory Holmsten, "Greg" for my friends, was standing in the check in line for my flight with SAS home to Scandinavia. The flight was over booked and I was asked to take a later flight. After some negotiation I had my tourist class ticket replaced with a ticket in business class the next day. It was a real bargain for me, one more party night in New York and a much more comfortable flight home.
It had been a very short stay in New York, only three days visiting a friend, who had promised me a really good time when I got to The Big Apple. The only reason for the short stay there was my cheap ticket, which I had bought for a real bargain from a guy who couldn't use it at all. It was not possible to change the departure time on that cheap ticket. That's why the extra night in New York was a real gift for me.
The next pleasant surprise appeared on the flight home. Seated next to me was a girl with the sweetest smile I ever saw. She told me that some small talk during the flight was OK for her and after about an hour our chat had turned to a rather serious talk about relations. We found out that both of us had recently split up from a long-lasting relationship.
My ex-girlfriend had won a fair amount on Lotto and left for a backpack trip with one of her female friends to Asia and Australia for at least six months. We agreed that it was an advantage for both of us to be free during such a long time away from each other. To be honest, I didn't care very much because I had become rather fed up with her.
After explaining that my mother had admired an American actor by the name of Gregory Peck whom she named me after. I told her my friends call me "Greg." My new acquaintance Elisabeth told me that her friends called her "Lisa." Then she told me a classic cheating story. During a party she had simply found her boyfriend in the backseat of his car between the legs of a blonde with big boobs. In her anger Lisa had thrown a stone trough the glass in the back door and dumped the boyfriend.
Then we talked about what we expected of a new relationship, if we got into any in the future. Both of us were surprised when we found out that our expectations were almost equal. We joked about the possibilities for a happy marriage but her very expensive outlook told me that she would hardly care about an average guy as me. I had told her the truth about what I did for a living and even why I was sitting next to her in the business class with a ticket for which I had paid less than 10% of the price of hers.
Back home she did not have her car at the airport. I had mine and to my pleasure she accepted my offer to give her a lift home. At her apartment in a nice part of the city she really surprised me with a promise to invite me for dinner for the money she otherwise would have paid for a taxi from the airport.
She kept her word and the dinner at a small romantic Italian restaurant was a success and I had not any objections when she suggested a nightcap at her place. We didn't get any nightcap, but I had no reason to complain about that because after some necking in the taxi both of us were so horny that the only possible thing to do was going straight to her bed.
We began undressing each other already at the front door and when we had reached the bedroom both of us were naked. The sex was intensive but tender. She was great. I had never felt so much for a woman before in my life, which resulted in getting me hard four times until we were totally exhausted. It was an unforgettable night for me and obviously even for her, at least that's what I really did hope.
At breakfast, after a good morning fuck, she asked me if I was proud for getting a night with a spoiled brat to brag about to my friends or if I was interested to have a serious talk about a continuing relation. I was and after we had found out that what was said during the flight was still valid, we decided to give a relation an honest attempt. Of course, two nights, one in an aircraft and one in the bed are a very short time for beginning a new relation, but we agreed to borrow our motto from a famous British organization, "Who dares win."
We dared to do the right thing and our problems were fewer than expected for two people with such different backgrounds. I was a hard working self-employed small town boy and Lisa a well-educated city girl with a high paid top job and very rich parents. One advantage was that Lisa's parents accepted me as her boyfriend. Her mother and I got on good terms almost immediately when she noted how happy Lisa was since we met. Her father was at least correct from the beginning until he asked me if it was OK for Lisa's best friend Carina who was a lawyer take a closer look on me and my background. She did and came to Lisa's apartment one evening and had a long talk with me in Lisa's presence. I had no "corpses in my wardrobe" so I told her everything she wanted to know.
Obviously Carina had given a positive report because Lisa's father told me that he had no objections if I wanted to marry his daughter. We had a long private talk during which I told him that Lisa's best friend Carina had promised to write us a premarital agreement, which didn't give me nothing at all of Lisa's assets if we split up. Thereafter even he accepted me. I suggested a small wedding at some romantic place with only our parents and a few friends, but Lisa's mother demanded a very big one. I didn't care. After all, she was their only daughter and the old custom that it is the parents of the bride who fix the wedding is not completely forgotten yet.
Lisa and I had good times after the wedding. Lisa bought a house in a nice area, and Carina persuaded Lisa to let me rent it for low price so she couldn't throw me out immediately during a quarrel about something unimportant. Lisa's mother expected grandchildren but got disappointed every time she checked Lisa's belly, which hadn't begun to grow. We traveled a lot and tried many exiting outdoor sports; often together with Lisa's best friend Carina and her husband. Lisa got some promotions at her job and my business was so successful that I had to hire a well-qualified assistant.
Then several of her friends, Carina included, got hooked on the "baby boom" and a short time thereafter even we were into it, which made her mother very happy. But it meant a total new lifestyle for us. After much calculating and negotiating I agreed to let Lisa continue with her career against the top I accepted to be a "home daddy" and only 18 months after our son was born we got our daughter.
Lisa stayed at home during six months with both children for breast-feeding and thereafter it was my duty to take care of the most domestic matters. Lisa's mother helped me a lot so I could spend a few hours a day at my job. Then when we got our children into day care I had more time for the job though I was a real "soccer dad." Lisa's and mine relation went on without any major problems. Our quarrels were few and usually about rather unimportant matters. Never about money or shouting about being fed up with each other. Because some of our friends had already split up their marriages is why Lisa and I felt so lucky to have such a happy marriage and celebrated our 10th anniversary with a big party.
But sooner or later there is a snake in every paradise. The snake in our paradise was a fellow worker to Lisa by the name Allan Peterson. He came from a top job at one of their competitors and brought several customers with him. He got a top job almost at the same level as Lisa. Peterson might be a very clever stockbroker but as a human being he behaved as a real asshole and got unpopular among his fellow workers; Lisa included. She used to tell me in the evenings how nasty this Peterson had been during the day and his stupid comments to her. She was really mad at him, no doubt about that. But after about two months I began to note a slight difference in her comments about his doings and remembered what my friend Dan had told me about successful seducing of "difficult targets" and understood that we could get problems, probably really bad problems in the near future for our marriage.
I had never suspected Lisa for any kind of cheating and never neither been curious about what she did nor controlled her when she was out with her friends or on business trips. I had always trusted her and she had trusted me. But now I got a strange feeling about this Peterson.
Dan, who had been a very successful pussy hound before he did a total turnaround after meeting his dream girl, used to claim that an experienced seducer could seduce 80% of the married female fellow workers if he took his time and had enough social and or economic qualifications, at least equal to the selected prey. He even complained that psychopaths had big advantages because they never cared what happened to their victims afterwards. I used my new connections and got useful information about Peterson's past. He wasn't a good guy, far from that with heavy debts and crushed marriages in his personal record. I feared that Peterson was a psychopath whose goal was to get to Lisa's bank accounts via her pussy.
When Lisa hadn't complained about Peterson for a while, I asked her what's going on there and she got hissing with rage, "Behaviors can change. Nobody is genuinely bad."
"And now that a genuine bad boy has turned to a genuine good boy and your favorite at the job?"
She didn't bother replying, but I understood that my suspicion wasn't without substance.
Then we had a nice summer and Lisa's summer holidays lasted the whole July when the family had good times together without me giving Peterson a single though.
But in August I got back the strange feeling about Peterson and collected some further information about him from available public sources. He wasn't a genuine good boy.
