Cheating wives always leave visible clues for their men

Scandinavian countries have very high tax levels and therefore I was attending this two-day’s conference about some new taxes and the legal ways to avoid them. It was held at a nice conference hotel famous for the rumors about the wild nightlife. The first day had been interesting and useful. After the usual conference dinner we were three guys who had found our seats around a small round table at the crowded hotel bar. We soon found out that the three of us, Dennis, Jens and me had in many ways both equal interests about tax matters and almost equal experiences of women.

Though most people in the bar probably had a wife or husband at home many of the guests acted as desperate singles during the wild hunting for a bedmate for the night, which happened around us. Even all three of us got some suggestions and to my great surprise both of my friends refused even the prettiest ladies with a polite “No thanks” and they were as surprised to hear me act in equal way.

After some drinks and chat we found out that all three of us had been cheated by our wives and it was only minor accidental occurrences, which made us to find it out. We decided to tell our stories and I began with mine. (You can read all about it in my story “Absent Friend”) The short version is: During a girl’s night out at a hotel bar my wife had accepted a toy-boy’s invitation to go with him to a room at the hotel. Before she left the bar with him her female fellow-worker had given her a three pack of condoms. She and the toy-boy had used one of them and she had been too stingy to throw away the two leftovers. My wife can’t take pills because she gets very ill of them and therefore we used condoms during our lovemakings. I use to buy them in twelve-packs and keep them in a drawer in my bedside table. She had put her two leftovers in my drawer among the others but without thinking that her two were of a different make than the others. I noted that and could jump into them and clear out the whole matter next time they had a date. I got a fair compensation and didn’t divorce my wife. She knew the rumors about this hotel and begged me not to do anything stupid which I promised her. I always keep my promises.

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Though our sex life had had decreased both in quality and quantity I never suspected her for cheating. She worked part-time, 70%, as receptionist for a dentist and therefore had an extra half-days off now and then. Some of those extra half-days she went to see her retired parents, which are living in a village about 60 km from the town where we live. We had only one car, a Toyota Avensis, which she uses during the daytime to her job, shopping and for her home trips. As my job is much closer to our house than hers, I use to take my bike to my job when the weather is OK.

I had used the car during the evening at the day before she was going see her parents and had promised her to fill gas tank, which I forgot. During the evening she rang me and told me that she had got away very late and therefore stayed overnight at her parents. When she came back early in the morning she was angry as a bee and nagged a lot for the forgotten gas. It was heavy rain at the mornings so I took the car and promised came home later and take her to her job. I took the car and noted a crumpled up paper on the floor why I took it up and intended to put it into the small wastebasket we had under the driver seat when I happened to see the text. It was a receipt from a gas station dated the same morning and the time was 06.10, some forty minutes before she came home. But to my great surprise it was from the gas station at the Motel about 40 kilometers in the opposite direction to her parent’s home. No doubt that she had spent the night at the Motel. Hardly not alone, because this Motel was the only one in the neighborhood and therefore preferred much better for cheating than the hotels.

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