Her husband finds out

A few days later, the Mr. Sigvard Karlsson sat behind his desk with a newly opened letter in his hand. The letter was from a certain Patrik Stark. Judging from the tone and handwriting, the sender was a young well-off man, probably living in the more dainty parts of Stockholm.

Anger made Sigvard shake as the contents hit him, further spurred by the arrogant wording troughout the letter. He wanted to crumble it and throw it, followed by a chair and possibly his most expensive table, into the wall. But through all the anger an inner voice managed to make itself heard: "And how innocent are you, Mr Karlsson?".

Images of a girl with fair skin and curly hair, kneeling with his cock deep in her mouth, appeared. Another of him "punishing" her with both palms and a thin rod, and later fucking her as a reward when she's proven her obedience. For two months Sigvard had enjoyed his very own ****, a young not-so-innocent lamb to do what he wanted with. And if he was honest with himself he would'nt have given up on this new found pleasure when Mary returned.

Alas, he had no right to be angry. Any sin she might have committed, he was equally guilty of.

But still he was angry.

Someone knocked on the door. "Mrs. Karlsson is here, sir," said Lisa and curtsied. Sigvard dropped the letter on the table and perused his new maid. He thought Sara was a wonderful young girl, with all that entailed. In any village or lesser town, she would be hailed as the great beauty. But Lisa was more than just beautiful or cute. She dazzled every room she stepped into. She had a doll-sweet face with smooth, porcelain-like features, sun-golden hair and bright eyes. Her body was well turned, the hips just wide enough to described as curvy, and she had started to fill out those dresses a bit more during her time here – slowly making up for what previously been missing as a child growing up in a poor family. And her breasts ... even through the fabric of her dress, he could still make out the beautiful forms – firm and as made to be fondled and squeezed.

In ancient times, a great war had been fought between the united city-states of Greece and Troy, just for one woman. Sigvard imagined that Helene might have approached Lisa's beauty. To have such a revelation in front of him ... lying on her back, naked, with the legs parted, hunger burning in those innocent eyes of her...

Sigvard realized he was not only staring, but also building an erection while so doing. He **** his thoughts back to the present. His plans for Lisa was in motion, but now he had to focus on the present.

"Tell her to meet me up here, if you would my dear."

"Yes, Mr. Karlsson." The girl curtsied again – slightly overcompensating - and left. Sigvard reached for the letter and read the words one last time before Maja walked in the room. She could most likely feel something in the air, because she stopped at the doorstep and looked at the letter still in his hand. "I suppose that must have just arrived?"

"Hello, darling."

He's voice must have been cold, despite his attempts of light-hearted flippancy, as she just lowered her gaze and sighed. "Patrik?"

"Yes." He stared at his wife, waiting for an answer. She truly was beautiful. He was almost surprised at how much her betrayal hurt him. Once you had lived with one person long enough, it was easy to forget what those feelings you've taken for granted truly meant. Easy to forget what love really was. But when he pictured her with another mans cock in her mouth... his gorgeous wife satisfying some spoiled city brat with that beautiful, mellow body of hers... that's when he remembered how much she truly meant for him. And the shame towards his own recent decisions multiplied.

"I was ... confused," Maja said. "He ... I was not strong enough." Her voice was colored by shame and she fiddled with a curly lock as she spoke, her eyes lowered to the floor.

"So you fucked him?"

She seemed shocked by his language, but nodded.

"Come here," said Sigvard.

Hesitantly she crossed the distance between them, until she stood just a few feet from him. He looked at her. She was not old, but her youth was behind her. And the journey had made her blossom. The curly hair framed a mature but wrinkle-free face, with full lips and usually playful eyes, like a kitten sneaking up on its master, intent on slaying his wicked fingers. He touched her cheek. "Do you love Patrik?"

She opened her eyes. "No. Never. You're my one love. Truly."

"But yet you let him fuck you? Several times?"

She nodded with a lowered gaze.

"How many times?"

She drew in her breath. "Every night for a month."

Sigvard felt himself stiffen. Every night? How long had it been since they used to fuck every night??

His hand moved downwards while the battle between jealousy and anger raged in his mind. Was he not guilty of that exact same crime? Had he not fucked another girl practically every night during this same month? And just "fucking" wouldn't be enough to describe it.

"Something is wrong between us," he whispered. "It's been for a long time now."

She raised her eyes hesitantly "What do you mean?"

"What you've done ... and what I've done ... it's symptoms."

"What have you done?"

"We have both sinned ... against God and one another."

She frowned in confusion for a second before her face shifted. "Oh." She was silent for a moment. "Who?"

Sigvard thought. Their infidelity was a symptom of something ... But maybe it did not have to be a disease ... Maybe it could be something good? He decided to put all the cards on the table.

"Sara!" he called.

Maja turned confusedly towards the door when the young maid cautiously stepped in and curtsied. "Yes, sir?"

With her hair braided in two cute pigtails, the feet bare on the cold floor, and that slim dress she looked ridicously cute.

"Her?" Maja asked.

Sigvard took his wife by the hand and whispered softly. "We can turn this around. Let me show you." He kissed her cheek and neck before raising his voice towards his yound ****. "Sara, explain to my wife what we have done in her absence."

Sara blushed and nervously clasped her hands in front of dress. She stammered, "Everything, sir?"

"All of it."

"Mr. Karlsson has taught me to be an obedient girl. He has taught me to suck his cock and take it deep in my throat. He has taught me how to best satisfy him when we fuck. If I am obedient, he rewards me with his warm seed, and if I disobey, he will punish me."

Maja looked with wide eyes at the girl who spoke so frankly. Sara's face turned redder.

"How did he punish you?" Maja whispered.

"By whipping my ass or pussy."

"He whipped you ... between the legs?"

Sara nodded, her face red as wine.

"Do you want me to show you?" whispered Sigvard in Maja's ear. His wife stood still for a moment and while staring at the girl, but her breathing was heavy and a cute blush was spreading on her cheeks.