44 comments/ 80162 views/ 10 favorites Red Wine On Her Yellow Dress By: Winterfrog Many thanks to snowbear for the editing of this story. * ROBIN'S STORY It was a bad day. It really was a very bad day for me, indeed. I had lost my job and I had lost my apartment. Though none of these matters were my fault, they happened with the worst possible timing. Only one week ago my girlfriend of one and a half years and I had agreed that we were not mature enough for a long lasting and faithful relationship and parted without any hard feelings by saying, without really meaning it, "It would be nice to see you again in a year or two." And now all my plans about happy single life had turned to crap. Of course it wasn't my fault that fewer people bought their homes at the estate broker company where I worked and the company rule for such a situation was "Last in - first out" and "Last in" was me. Neither was it my fault that the guy who owned the apartment where I was living decided to quit his UN job in Kenya after only six months, instead the three years he had planned to stay there. I couldn't blame him that he had written such a condition in our contract, which I had accepted. What should I do? I, Robin Swensson, did just the same thing as many other single 25 year old Scandinavian guys would have done; I invited three of my best friends to my place for a dinner before going out for a fun Friday evening. The dinner was with take away food from a nearby Thai restaurant and good supply of well-chilled booze. About eleven o'clock in the evening we once again discovered that boys are boys and we need some pussy to be happy. We went to the best place in town where such pleasures might be found. One of the hotels in our town had a dance band in their bar that evening and somehow we managed to bribe our way past the bouncer at the entrance door and got inside. As soon as we entered I saw two nice girls sitting at a table sharing a bottle of red wine. One of them was a real "dream girl" in my opinion. She was tall, blond with her hair nicely done and dressed in a yellow dress. Of course, I wanted to dance with her. But something happened as I walked towards her. I lost my balance and fell over their table, which almost fell on the blond. As her wine spilled in her lap, she began screaming. Only a few seconds later I found myself thrown out and sitting on the pavement outside the hotel bar. Some further seconds later I found a furious blonde with a soiled short yellow dress standing besides me and shouting, "You damn bastard, look what you did. You know that you have to pay for it." I remained sitting, doing my best to calm her down and replied, "Yes, of course, no problems. I'm sorry and will fix it, please no hard feelings?" "Nothing harder than I wish you burning slowly in the hell." "I'm sorry, yes I'm very sorry, indeed." She had very nice legs and sitting down I even tried to see under her dress when she was standing close to me. Her legs were really nice so I could not resist the temptation to say, "Damn nice legs." She teased me by remaining standing close to me and said, "Shut up and be serious. Show me an ID." I decided to make some kind of attempt to get acquainted with her and gave her my driver's license and business card as ID and said. "Choose a mall and I'll drive you there tomorrow and I will pay for a dress, lunch and everything." "Are you insane? You can't drive tomorrow, but I'll keep your license until you have paid for the damages and we are even." "Would you like to drive my car tomorrow then, please do?" She said, "I'll think about it and be sure that I'll call you for a solution. By the way, what car?" "Audi A4" "Okay or junk?" "One year old." A taxi arrived and she opened a door and shouted, "I call you tomorrow morning" She called promptly at eight thirty in the morning and asked me, "Are you ready within a half hour?" I found out that I had a terrible hangover, but I did remember the reason why an unknown girl asked me if I was ready. I asked, "You are the beauty in the yellow dress, are you?" "Not really, I'm wearing blue jeans, but you soiled my yellow dress yesterday." "I'm sorry and yes, I will be ready in thirty minutes." After an ice cold shower and two aspirin as breakfast, I was standing on the street outside my home just as the blond girl arrived on a bike. She said, "You look better than expected." "You look great too. By the way, do you have a driver's license? "Yes, of course. My name is Emmelie Landgren, if that was your reason to see it? Obviously she was a clever girl and we went away. She was a good driver and I could take it easy and relax along the way. I looked at Emmelie and found out that she was a very handsome girl even in bright daylight. Once again she read my mind and asked, "Am I okay?" "I'm sorry, it wasn't my intention to offend you. Yes you are a very handsome girl, indeed." "You said it even yesterday when you sat on the pavement and tried to look under my skirt." "You teased me by standing so close that I couldn't resist the great view. I'm sorry if that offended you." Now she gave me a smile and she said, "You are forgiven for that, but is it your common behavior on the weekend to be as boozed as you were yesterday?" "No, of course not but please show some mercy to a poor sinner who has lost his girlfriend, job and apartment all within two weeks. I do agree that consulting 'Doctor Bottle' caused me new problems instead of solving any of my old problems. But I will never regret that I called you a handsome girl." "It wasn't my intention to offend you and of course I was flattered by your kind comments." I understood that she would do her shopping in a city about 60 kilometers from home and during the remaining driving time we talked about ourselves. Emmelie had recently dumped a boyfriend after she had found him cheating. She was 24 years old and worked as teacher and had got a job in my hometown. Both her parents were teachers and living in a town about 40 kilometers away. The simple reason why I hadn't seen her before was that she had spent most of her spare time in her old hometown. But only a month ago she had rented a nice three-room apartment in our town and she intended to spend more weekends in our town now that she was single. I had always regarded shopping together with my ex to be rather boring but somehow it was quite different with Emmelie. To my great surprise I found out that it was amusing and we had fun together. After some searching in several stores, she found a very nice brown dress, which I paid for without any complaints though it was quite expensive. After a lunch at a nice place, Emmelie asked me if I would mind if she tried to find nice shoes for her new dress. I accepted and only two hours later she had found both nice shoes and stockings. I suggested that she join me for dinner at a popular Italian restaurant that evening but Emmelie suggested that we cook a dinner at her place instead, but only if I accepted her condition about "No intentions or attempts to have sex nor even talk about sex during the evening". What could I do? I wasn't very happy about that condition but accepted it without any complaints. After some shopping for our dinner at a supermarket I drove Emmelie to her apartment. She gave me a quick kiss before she left the car with her bags. So far my day had been much better than expected because I had really enjoyed my time together with Emmelie. She was a lovely girl and obviously she had no hard feelings left against me after I paid my debts to her. We had agreed about seven o'clock for the dinner and "on the dot " I rang Emmelie's doorbell. She opened her door dressed in a nice black top and a knee length red skirt. I gave her a bunch of red roses and a bottle of wine and got a quick kiss. Her apartment was in good order with rather expensive furniture. After looking around for a while she took me to the kitchen where she gave me a hug and said, "I didn't dare to tease you with a shorter skirt." What could I say? I said, "Thank you." "You're welcome and now it's time for us to cook the dinner." She took two pink frilled aprons with a pattern of red flowers, gave me one and put one on herself and said, "Put it on!" "I can't" "Why not?" "Because my ancestors were fearsome Vikings and they would turn in their graves if they saw me dressed as a sissy." "Don't be silly, my ex used it." "You dumped him." "Yes I did, but it was for a quite different reason. Your choice is to wear the apron or go home." I couldn't stop thinking that this apron was some kind of a silly wimp-test and replied, "So, in your opinion is my refusing to wear a sissy apron equal to cheating? You are a lovely girl Emmelie and many thanks for the pleasant time you gave me today." I began to go towards the door but Emmelie ran past me and stood between me and the door saying, "Please Robin, don't be stupid." "What can I do? I have already agreed to be as a monk during this date with the loveliest girl I ever met and I had intended to keep my promise to be a good guy." I gave her a bright smile and continued, "One thing is for sure, you can't dump me for cheating." Even Emmelie smiled now when she replied, "No, I can't dump you for anything until we have some kind of a relation. Is sex the only reason for you to be together with a girl?" "No, of course not. You are a very lovely girl and I really enjoyed our time together today and had no intentions to offend you with any sex attempts tonight. I will never be a saint but I do keep my promises." She hugged me and whispered in my ear, "Please come back to the kitchen and help me with the dinner. No apron and no need to be a monk, but I have my period so sex will be out of question anyway." I followed her to the kitchen, where I used a towel instead of her apron. We worked well together and cooked a delicious dinner, which we ate by candlelight with soft music on the stereo. It was a very romantic dinner and afterwards we ended up necking on the sofa. Due to wine during our dinner I couldn't drive home and Emmelie offered to let me stay overnight. Jokingly she asked me, "In the guest room or sharing my bed with me?" As a sane man my choice was limited to one alternative and I followed her to the bedroom where she took off everything except her panties. Though the light was dimmed down to almost darkness, there was no doubt that she had very nice breasts. I quickly undressed myself and got into her bed with only my small black underwear on me. Emmelie didn't say anything about "no sex" and she had no objections when I tenderly caressed her nice breasts and began to suck and kiss the hard nipples. When she felt how hard I was, she began to take off my underwear and when I was naked she moved down and began kissing my hard cock. Only a few seconds later she had taken it in her mouth and began slowly sucking more and more of it into her mouth, which was a new sensation for me because my ex had never taken more than the head during the few times she had sucked. Now I got the best blowjob of my life and it was a great feeling. I told her when I was about to come but she kept sucking the whole way. Then she went to the bathroom to spit it out and brush her teeth. She had given me a completely unexpected pleasure, which got me thinking about how she could be such an experienced cocksucker. She had obviously read my mind because when she was back in the bed she asked, "Do you regard me as a whore after what I did to you during our first date?" "No, both of us are dancing the same tango." "I did it because I already love you so much. My ex had to wait two months before he got any sex and much longer for a blowjob. You are special and I really wanted to reward you and hope that I haven't scared you away." "I love you too. You are my dream girl." We slept well that night and Emmelie had a breakfast ready when I woke up in the morning. After she had accepted my invitation for lunch I went home to clean up my apartment just in case she wanted to see it. Though my expected wild single days seemed to have come to an end on the first Friday I went out as a single, I was happy, very happy to have met Emmelie. Of course I feared that she had only used me for revenge against her cheating ex. However, we had pleasant Sunday with a meal at a popular inn outside the town and a long walk on a path around a lake before we ended up in my apartment. Emmelie stayed the night with me and once again she gave me great head as she had done the evening before. When I drove her back to her own apartment in the morning, she, to my great surprise and pleasure, said something about, "Living together in the future would be an advantage." I agreed and though we had only been together for two days I began to hope that she was as serious about our relation as I was. We found out that at least one of us had already planned to do something every evening during the next week so we couldn't see each other before Friday evening. We had agreed to send discrete text messages instead of phone calls. As the week went on, the messages got hotter and hotter. But Thursday evening Emmelie rang me and invited me for dinner at her place Friday evening and asked if she could have my car on Saturday because her cousin had been involved in an car accident and she wanted to see her at the hospital on Saturday. Later in the evening there would be a family dinner. Emmelie suspected that even her ex would be invited so she didn't want to stay longer than necessary and listen to his begging to be forgiven. Of course I had no objections to let her have the car and really looked forward to her dinner on Friday evening. I knew that this Friday would be one of the most important days in my life because whatever people say about sex, it is an important matter in a relation and that evening would be the first chance for Emmelie and me to make love. I had to be as good as Emmelie expected me to be. Whether she intended to or not, she would compare me with her ex. Emmelie had made a great impression on me with her good sucking skills and now it would be time for me to pay back, hopefully with interest. I began to feel some performance anxiety already on Friday morning. However, at Friday evening I rang her doorbell and gave her a big bunch of red roses and a nice cake from the bakery. A sexy looking Emmelie in a short red dress opened the door greeted me with a hug and a warm kiss. Once again we had a romantic dinner and I could almost feel how the tension between us increased until both of us felt that it was time for action. We went into her almost dark bedroom where I slowly took off her red dress and bra before I laid her down on the bed. Then I took off her pantyhose but let her panties remain while I quickly undressed myself. Lying down beside her I kissed my way down to her panties. I noted the she lifted up her bottom to make it easier for me to take off her panties. When she was naked I could feel that she had shaved her pussy. I kissed in several ways before I began a tender licking of her clit with my tongue, which got her wriggling forth and back groaning. Rather soon she began begging me, "Come Robin, come in me darling in, in." I did as she suggested and she had a wet but rather tight pussy. To my great relief I managed to keep my load until she had an intense orgasm. Only seconds after she had calmed down, I let it go and the feeling was so intense that I think that I saw stars. It was the fuck of my life and even Emmelie felt the same because she began to cry from happiness. About one hour later we did it again and even that time was great. Early in the morning Emmelie left for her hometown and promised to come to my place when she was back in town again. To my great surprise she was back already at half past nine in the evening and we had a great night again. Everything went fast after that great weekend. I moved into Emmelie's apartment and everything went fine between us. But to my great surprise Emmelie's parents, especially her mom didn't like me at all. She told me that she had preferred Emmelie's ex much better than me and even let me know that if I expected her to pay for a big wedding, it would be better for me to forget that. The only thing I cared to do was to tell her that I appreciated her being honest in the matter. Though Emmelie's mother disliked me, Emmelie and I got married one year after we had met and our son Emil, who was one of the reasons for our marriage, was born seven months after the romantic wedding at a small chapel witnessed only by our best friends. Our daughter Lisa was born fourteen months after Emil. Emmelie's ex found a new girl and married her but Emmelie's mother didn't change her opinion about me and made no secret about not liking me or my children, which caused the relation between Emmelie and her mom to be rather chilly. I had not been unemployed very long, but made good money in my new job and we bought a house in a nice area. Emmelie and I had a happy family life and I'm sure that both of us were satisfied with our marriage. But all of our friends weren't as happy as we. Emmelie was sorry for a long time when Elise, who was one of her fellow teachers and best friends, with kids the same age as ours, got involved in a messy divorce. The cheating husband had forgotten his cell phone in the charger when he had gone out bowling and when the wife had heard the signal of an incoming message she had been curious and read it. It had been a sex message from one of the husband's married female fellow workers who wanted to repeat a great sex session. Two divorces gained as a result of a horny cheating wife's text message to a cell phone forgotten in a charger. Even cheap cell phones can be expensive in the end. Elise's divorce caused Emmelie to have a long talk with me about faith in a marriage and we agreed that if we got problems, we should talk about it and do our best to fix it within the marriage. If that would be impossible, we should file for divorce before dating any new lover. When we were at home we used to keep our phones in a cupboard in the kitchen and I don't think Emmelie ever investigated mine for secret sex messages, nor did I investigate hers. We shared a PC at home but I had never read her mail nor did I think she read mine though we had our passwords written down and hidden at the same place just in case that we would forget any of them, which I usually did. Elise rather soon met a good guy, a police officer named Tony, and married him. Rather soon Tony and I were pals and did many things together. The rumors say that the seventh year is the most risky year in a marriage, but I had never suspected that any such problems would happen for Emmelie and me. But it did, and it hit me as hard as if I had been hit with a lightning bolt from a clear blue sky. It was Emmelie who acted as the lightning. I can still remember it as though it had just happened. I had sold an expensive house, made a good commission and, on my way home, bought a nice cake covered with whipped cream. At home neither Emmelie nor the kids where in the kitchen so I took the cake from the box and laid it on the kitchen table and shouted, "I'm home." A strange looking, teary eyed Emmelie came out from our bedroom, saw the cake on the table, took it and threw it in my face and shouted, "You damn bastard." After the first surprise I shouted back, "What the hell are you doing, are you drunk or drugged?" Now she threw a plate at me and shouted, "You damn bastard, are you happy now?" I understood that something serious had happened and gripped her arms and shouted at her, "Where are the children? What have you done to them? Where are they?" Red Wine On Her Yellow Dress Then I heard my friend Tony's voice from the entrance door shouting, "Calm down! Calm down! Elise is taking care of them for the night." I asked him, "What's going on here?" He replied, "Emmelie says that you are cheating on her." I opened my grip off Emmelie's arms and shouted at her, "Who in the hell has told you such damn lies and why have you believed that rat. Trust me, I have never cheated you." Emmelie sobbed, "Why that cake?" "Because I made a good sale today." Emmelie began to cry and sobbed, "I don't believe a word of what you say. You are going out of this house this very evening. Start packing and get out from my sight." I asked Tony, "Do you know anything about this silly mess?" He replied, "Nothing more than Emmelie came to us with your children and asked if we could take care of them during the evening while she would throw you out of the house." "I'm not going anywhere from this house without a court order because I haven't done anything wrong. Tony, could you try to find out what's wrong with Emmelie and who has got her so close to destroying our marriage with such false rumors." He shook his head, "I've already tried hard but Emmelie refuses to tell me anything about it. Didn't she tell you anything before I was here?" "I don't know anything at all. I came home with a nice cake for celebrating a good sale and she threw it in my face." "It could have been a good comedy but I don't have any problems to skip laughing. You have never cheated her, have you?" "No, of course not. I thought that Emmelie and I had a good marriage. Please stay here so you can testify that I'm not doing her any kind of harm." We went into the bedroom where Emmelie was sitting on the bed crying. I tried to be calm and asked her, "Could you please tell me the reason why you behave as you do?" She looked at me for a while before she replied, "Don't pretend to be innocent. You are a cheater and you shall leave the house this very evening. Do you understand?" "No, I don't and two things are for sure. I have never cheated on you and I'm not leaving this house. You can go to your mother or to our spare room but I'll stay in this bedroom and you will not." Tony asked Emmelie to follow him to the kitchen to talk. She accepted and they left me alone in the bedroom. I had many thoughts circling in my head but the only thing I knew for sure was that I had somehow been involved in some strange matters and whatever was going on, it was out of my control. Not funny at all. Thirty minutes later Tony knocked on the door and said that there was coffee in the kitchen. Emmelie had obviously calmed down a lot and could talk without shouting when she told me that she accepted to sleep in the spare room until we had cleared up our problems and our children would be back home the next day. Tony left for home but Emmelie remained sitting at the kitchen table. She refused to tell me any further information about why she had caused us our serious problems. After a while she told me that everything between us could be back to normal again if I immediately accepted one single condition. I got curious and asked, "Depends on what you want me to do?" "Confess your cheating and swear to never do it again." "I've never cheated you and therefore it is impossible for me to confess anything I never done." To my surprise she didn't began shouting again, only said with a low voice, "So you prefer the hard way, do you?" "No, in this matter I prefer the true way. I will be honest with you and expect you to tell me the truth about what the hell is going on here?" "In that case, please be honest and confess." I looked her straight in her eyes and said, "It's too many open questions in this mess. Let's go to the very beginning, you ought to agree that it is high time for me to know with whom, how, when and where the stone began rolling. Could you please tell me who hates me so much that he or she has created this mess and how in the hell has this monster got you to act as a puppet on a string to destroy your own marriage and have your children grow up with step parents." The phone began ringing and saved Emmelie from further arguing. Obviously it was Elise and our children who called her and they talked for more than one hour but not much about the present problem. Next week was a strange time in our marriage. Our children were back home again and both of us did our best to pretend to behave as normal as possible when they were present. There was no yelling and shouting between Emmelie and me. Our talking was limited to the necessary minimum and both of us did our best to be polite and correct, which must have sounded weird if anybody had listened. Somehow Emmelie and I were able to share the cooking exactly as we used to do. Gossip spreads very fast and within a few days our problems were known among most of our friends and acquaintances. But it was the headmaster at Emmelie's school who took Emmelie into his office for a private talk. He told her that it was well visible that she didn't feel well and suggested a simple solution, which might help her. His old mother had won the first prize, a holiday week for two at Gran Canaria, in some "Best Flower competition" some time ago. The problem was that the tickets were valid for a limited time only and there was not much time left. His mother didn't dare to fly and he himself didn't have time to go there. Of course, the prize was only the flight and a week in an apartment in a quiet area, not any of the top hotels. He told her that it would be a perfect place for fixing marriage problems and she would get it for a low price. Emmelie told me that she was willing to go but didn't promise any results from the trip. I accepted because we could find romantic things to do and find some solution for our problems. The name of the apartment hotel, Agustino Beach, didn't tell me anything and I didn't care to do any further investigation about it. Elise and Tony offered to have our kids, who preferred that solution much better than staying at my parents. Emmelie's parents would never agree to have them for a week. Off we went. I felt that Emmelie and I were back to a rather good relation with friendly small talk during both the 3-hour drive to the airport and the 5-hour flight. The apartment was in San Agustin, a holiday resort at the south coast of Gran Canaria. It was as expected, a small apartment hotel with a lawn and pool on the front side, surrounded by a high wall against the street. I got the impression that the apartment was privately owned and rented out to the travel agency when the owners didn't use it themselves. There was not much nightlife in San Agustin but it was only five kilometers to Playa de Ingles where most of the action goes on. However, I didn't care about nightlife because we had much more important matters to deal with. We had arrived there loaded with hope and expectation to fix the marriage problems once for all and I expected to have a good time with my lovely wife. But how wrong I was, because the shit hit the fan at breakfast during our first morning there. Our apartment was at the ground floor with a terrace outside a wide the sliding door, which was our only door. On the terrace there was a table with two chairs and two sun-beds. It was divided from the next apartment by some one and a half meter high bushes with red flowers. While eating our breakfast we heard two voices speaking French and slightly thereafter there were two longhaired obviously non-European men, one darker than the other looking at us over the bush. Emmelie, who has been six months as au-pair girl in France greeted them in French and after a while they had a lively talk over the bush. Neither Emmelie nor any of the men took any notice about me. I tried to ask if they spoke English, but they pretended not to hear me though I repeated it with a loud voice. Emmelie continued her chatting with them for a long time and obviously they had some fun because all of them began laughing. When they had left I asked Emmelie, "What did those damn frog-eaters say that was so funny?" "You wouldn't understand their French jokes. They are French and the names are Pierre and Jacques." "I really doubt that and I'll prefer to call them "Friday" and "Asterix". Friday because I, like Robinson Crusoe, found a naive dark native on an island. Asterix because it is the only French comic character I ever heard about. Those names fit perfect." "They are our neighbors and I like them because speaking French with them will help me freshen up the language again." "I've noted that." Emmelie hated racism and I avoided further comments about her new friends and their roots in some French colony. I'm careful with the sun but Emmelie took her sun-bed to the pool and within a few minutes the darkest of our neighbors was beside her with his sun-bed. I didn't care about that and took a book and a chair with me and sat down in the shadow under a palm. Obviously Emmelie's new admirer was a funny guy, because she had many loud laughs. The main reason why the Spanish Canary Islands in the Atlantic Ocean have been popular holiday resorts for us from the north is the pleasant climate. Thanks to the Gulf stream, it never get as hot and unpleasant as at the Mediterranean islands during the summer. Emmelie understood to be careful even with the Canaria sun during our first day there and when her French admirer left her, she wanted to go for lunch at the nearby shopping center and as there was no restaurant or café at the hotel, we had to shop for the next morning's breakfast. To my disappointment I noted that now that she was together with me she was far from the jolly giggling girl than she had been at the pool with Friday. After lunch she suggested that we go to the beach and of course, the first people we saw there were her French-speaking friends. There happened to be two available sun-beds beside theirs and Emmelie took off her bikini top, sat down on the empty sun-bed next to Friday and turned into a jolly girl again. Emmelie and I never wore any valuables with us to the playa (beach) I have a small watertight box in a string where we use to have some money and the keycard or key to our hotel. After chatting and giggling for a while Friday said something to Emmelie, who put on her bikini top and told me, "Stay here and look after their belongings" Before I had a chance to say anything all three of them rushed to the sea. I went towards the sea too, but kept some distance to the side of them, just close enough that I could see what they did. They seemed to have fun splashing water on each other. While I was swimming outwards and back Emmelie and her friends had moved toward the spot where I had gone into the sea. It was she who first saw me and shouted, "Robin, what in the hell are you doing here?" I saw her panicked friends running back to their sun-beds and replied, "Swimming. Haven't you been in the water yourself?" She kept shouting, "Didn't I tell you to watch the valuables?" I showed her my watertight box, "Don't worry, they are here." "My friends' belongings? Don't you care?" "No, not a shit." When we came back to our sun-beds obviously no valuables had been stolen but Friday began to shout something at me in French, which I didn't understand and I shouted back very loudly in my own language, "You damn frog-eating son of a raped scabby whore, go to hell and don't try to fuck my silly slut wife." Friday didn't understand a word of what I shouted but many other people around us did. Our Scandinavian languages are so close to each other and as Swedish even is the official second language in Finland, my message to Friday was understood by people from four countries. Emmelie, who was the only one of us who had understood both what Friday shouted at me and what I shouted back to him, refused the request of translation from both him and me. To my pleasure I had noted that Friday had taken a few steps back when I shouted at him, which ought to mean that he somehow felt guilty and feared me. Though I was a tall well built man, I had never been a fighter of any kind and not been involved in any fight since a memorable tennis game at the age of twelve. I did my army service as medic and spent a lot of the time as trainee at a hospital having a pleasant time with girls from the nurse school instead of training fighting. However, I had no intentions to fight Emmelie's admirers at a public beach and spend two years in a Spanish jail waiting for trial. But now I knew for sure that I was able to take care of the matters if those fellows would attack me or go too far in their teasing of me. But for the time being I had much worse problems than Friday and Asterix. Emmelie was red in her face from anger and shouted at me, "Don't you understand how much you have humiliated me with your stupid shouting among all people here at the playa?" "What about yourself? Haven't you neglected and humiliated me since you met those damn frog bolters? Have you ever said a single word to me when those creeps have been close to us?" "It's impolite if we speak a language they don't understand." Now I shouted again, "What about any respect for me? Don't they have any kind of education in that country? Do you believe that I can understand their frog croaking?" Her friend's said something in French and left. Emmelie and I went to the shopping center to read Scandinavian newspapers online at an internet-café and shop for the next morning's breakfast. We walked in silence and not much was said during the shopping. But back at the apartment she began barking again, "How would you feel if somebody had stolen my friend's valuables at the playa. "Very well, I presume." She was mad again, "You must be insane." Now I got angry, "What the hell are you talking about? Is it really my fault that those two arrogant bastards run away from their belongings? Did you hear me agree to look after their things? Why are you humiliating me by pretending that I don't exist when they are near us? What the hell have you told them about me? Have you told them that I'm a coward wimp who will allow them to fuck you?" I continued, "What do you want? Why are we here if you want a divorce?" She didn't have to reply because Elise rang her and she talked with our children and to my great surprise she told Elise that everything was fine with us. Talking with our children put me in a better mood, but I asked her, "Everything is fine, is that really true." "Please calm down because it could have been much worse and it will be better, hopefully much better." I decided to let it be because we were on talking terms, at least as long as we were alone and I wanted to go out for dinner without any arguing. When it was time to go, Emmelie insisted that we find a restaurant that her friends had recommended as one of the best in the neighborhood. I suspected what was to come but didn't want to leave her alone, so I followed her in there. Only five minutes later her friends were there and had booked a table for four. Emmelie went to their table and sat down next to Friday and Asterix opposite her. I followed after her. Friday gave her several hugs before he began to tell her some kind of a long story that obviously was funny because she and Asterix giggled several times. I asked her, though I knew her reply, "What did he say?" She pretended not to hear me, so I asked again with a much louder voice, "What did he say?" Now she noted people looking at us so she didn't dare to ignore me any longer and replied with, "Nothing you can understand." "Those damn frog bolters are really impolite bastards." Asterix said something to her, that obviously was a request for translation of my comment because immediately after her reply, both her friends began squeaking, "Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack." Even a peaceful man can have enough. I rose up from my chair and told Emmelie with a loud voice, "If you don't leave this place with me, the fight will begin when I have counted to six." I stared at her and began counting, "One.... Two.... Three.... Four." There were two Scandinavian couples sitting a few tables from us and one of the men rose up from his chair and shouted at me, "Right my friend, don't let those bastards humiliate you, we will assist if necessary." Emmelie understood that her game had gone too far and caused danger for her now very silent and frightened friends so she stood up at five and followed me out to the street without saying a word. We found another, obviously much better, restaurant and had our dinner in a chilly mood but without any further arguing. Even going with me to a bar show with an "Elvis look-alike" was okay for her. The next day we were booked for a whole day "around the island coach tour". That didn't begin very well for Emmelie. Some "all inclusive" hotels have chilled sparkling white wine available at the breakfast and a couple sitting a few seats behind us had obviously not missed that opportunity. After a while we heard the woman ask her spouse with a loud voice, "Isn't the girl in the yellow T-shirt the silly whore who wanted to fuck some Arab at the playa yesterday and her poor wimp husband has not dumped her yet." Emmelie got red as a tomato in her face when people began to stare at us. At the first stop the tipsy woman came to Emmelie and said she was very sorry for her stupid comments. But an elderly woman, slightly boozed, came to us and asked Emmelie, "Did you really dare to fuck an Arab at the playa in broad daylight?" Emmelie was so surprised that she made a big mistake by beginning her reply with, "He is French and..." People around us began to laugh and the boozed woman shouted, "What's the difference? Was he big and good?" I told her, "My wife has never done anything at the playa and it's better for you to shut up." There were no further stupid questions during the day but Emmelie was really ashamed during the whole tour around the island. Our guide at the tour mentioned that one of the big hotels at Playa de Ingles had a good dance band that evening and Emmelie wanted to go there, which was okay for me. We went there and as soon Emmelie had seen Friday and Asterix sitting there sharing a table with two other men, she told me, "I'll stop here for a while, go get me a drink" and went to their table where they immediately fixed a chair for her. I decided that I did not care a shit about Emmelie, went to the bar and got a whisky and began to chat with a pretty English girl standing next to me. She wanted to dance and was good at that, so we remained a rather long time on the dance floor before we found two empty chairs at a table where we could rest and have a drink. Her name was Stephanie and she was living at that hotel with her husband, who was grounded in their room with belly problems. It was he who had persuaded her to go to the dance. I expected her to be in her late twenties but didn't care to ask a pretty lady about her age. I told her my story about a wife who for some reason humiliated me with two French guys who even were here tonight and, together with two others, took turns dancing with her. Stephanie suggested that wee try to tease the silly bitch and the next slow tune we noted that Emmelie and her friends remained seated, so we danced very close when Emmelie and her friends could see us from their table. I had only eyes for Stephanie, who told me that all five of them had stared at us. It was my turn to have a good time. After some time I noted that Emmelie's French admirers had left their table and that a young couple had taken the seats. I didn't care try to dance with her. Red Wine On Her Yellow Dress She wasn't a happy wife when she came to Stephanie and me and said, "I've had enough of this place and I'm going home now." I introduced the ladies and told Stephanie that my wife wanted to go home and thanked her for a pleasant evening. Stephanie thanked me for the pleasant evening, said that it was high time to see her husband and told Emmelie, "You have a great husband, be proud of him." I didn't hear any reply. We walked home in silence and went to bed in silence. I suspected that the evening hadn't been what Emmelie had expected it to be. Emmelie paid back with interest next morning after breakfast. Her French friends were already at the pool when she took her sun-bed and placed it between theirs. Then she took off her bikini top to put suntan-lotion on her breasts and belly. After that she gave the lotion bottle to Friday and lay down on her belly. After a nervous look at me and when he noted that I didn't rise up from my chair, Friday began to massage lotion on her back. I decided to stop caring about what she did and didn't interfere. Friday continued with her arms, sides and I think he even touched her breasts before he lifted up the band of her bikini bottoms and put his hand slightly inside. Then he worked on her legs and even then I had no intentions of interfering, but I took my cell phone with camera and went closer for good pictures of Friday's dark hands on her tights and to see if he fingered her pussy. Asterix saw me and warned the others. Emmelie shouted, "Robin don't do anything stupid?" "Only taking holiday pictures for your friends and family, don't let that disturb your pleasures." Pictures with dark hands caressing Emmelie's tights were obviously not her favorite souvenirs from Grand Canaria because she sat up and screamed, "Don't do that!!" My next picture was a good one with Emmelie sitting topless close to her dark skinned friend. Then my cell phone rang and I regarded the call to be more important than taking more photos of Emmelie with my camera because I doubted that she would dare to let him continue with the "massage" while I stood there, so I went inside to take the call. It was Tony who asked if everything was fine between Emmelie and me again. I told him that it was worse than ever and only a miracle would prevent our divorce now because Emmelie was lying topless at the pool between her French admirers and she had no objections when her dark skinned friend caressed her breasts and bottoms and probably even her pussy after I had left them . I promised to send him some pictures via MMS. I continued, telling him that I had interfered several times when she had gone too far with the French but didn't care to do it any longer because I had found out why Emmelie had turned into a nasty bitch and accused me of cheating and had humiliated me the whole time here by totally ignoring me in favor for her dark skinned French friend. The answer could only be that she had met and fell in love with somebody at home and she wanted to get rid of me. Tony had some doubts when I said that Emmelie didn't wanted to destroy her high morale reputation by dumping me for a lover so she did her best to harass me into dumping her so that nobody could blame her finding a new man. I told Tony that I would pack her suitcase and throw it to her French friends apartment. I myself would go for windsurfing training during the days and partying at Playa de Ingles at nights. Our divorce would be as sure as amen in a church. When looking out to the pool again via a quick stop at the WC, I noted that she had moved her sun-bed five meters from Friday and stood on the other side of the pool talking on her cell phone, now with her bikini top on. Obviously my pictures had calmed down Emmelie's hot feelings for her French friends and got her to move away. Or had Friday been too rough with the suntan lotion massage after I had gone into the apartment? But that wasn't my problem and why should I care. I went in again, laid Emmelie's suitcase on her bed and started packing. My intention was to throw it into the French guys room and tell Emmelie that she could stay there and do whatever she wanted to do. But I was interrupted by a scream from Emmelie who had come in and gave me a hug and said "Oh My God, What are you doing Robin, I'm a silly bitch, please forgive me?" "Packing your suitcase so you can move into your lover-boys' apartment. I don't want you stay here any longer and I promise to file for divorce as soon as we are at home." "Oh my God, please stop it Robin, it is not what you think. Please Robin, please let me explain." "Isn't that just what all cheating sluts say?" "I don't object if you call me slut because I have acted just like a slut but I have never cheated you and I've been a silly stupid girl who thought that you cheated on me. I was totally wrong. Please let me explain before you throw me out." Then I heard that somebody came into the living room and said "Emmelie" and to my great surprise I could see that it was Asterix. When he saw me, he said in very good English, "I'm sorry but I must know that Emmelie is okay, is she?" I lifted my hands and shouted back in English, "Piss off damn asshole before I strangle you." He rushed out and I told Emmelie to get out and tell her slimy creep friends that I will never hurt her but they ought to stay away or I might hurt them." She went out so they could see her and shouted, now in English, that she was okay. She was back a few seconds later saying, "Dear Robin, please calm down and let me explain. Everything is not their fault." "No, of course not, as always, act like assholes to a husband when they want to seduce and fuck his wife. It is only their normal behavior, which impressed you, no fault of theirs. Please try to understand that I can't take any more crap because I've already had more than enough. Enough is enough and you can feel free to do whatever you want. If you prefer that worm Friday better than me, then take your suitcase and go, I don't intend to stop you." She began to cry and then she sobbed, "Please listen to me before you kick me out. I'm ashamed of my nasty behavior against you. The fault is mine only mine because I have been an idiot and trusted somebody I thought was a real friend. It hurts to understand how naive I've been and how badly I must have hurt the man I love so much with all my heart." I told her, "Okay, I'll listen to what you have to say but the only thing I can promise you is that I never will neither use nor threaten you with any kind of violence, doesn't matter what you are going to say here and now, just go on." I remained silent while she told her story. She skipped all parts where her story was almost equal to mine. I must agree that I was surprised about some parts of it and decided that we have serious problems to solve. Emmelie ended her explanation with, "Please start packing your own suitcase and come with me to a comfortable big hotel for our remaining days here." Only a half hour later a lovely girl dressed in our tour agency's uniform knocked on our door and asked if we were ready. We were and left the apartment. I didn't see Friday and Asterix during our remaining stay in San Agustin and I had to believe Emmelie when she told me that they had no pone calls or sent any messages. I had promised to tell Stephanie how it ended and sent her a text message that we were had moved away from the apartment. I called Tony and told him that divorce was out of the question but many problems remained back home. We had a pleasant and comfortable stay at a big hotel and did our best to behave without arguing too much about what had happened. Instead we tried to find solutions for the future. In my opinion the whole trip was a fiasco but Emmelie was happy because we were closer now than when we left home. Emmelie didn't complain that I had lost my interest in sex with her for the time being. After a pleasant dinner at one of the restaurants at the hotel we agreed to write a story about our love and problems. It was decided that I would write from our first meeting when I spoiled her dress and my version of our serious problems until that very dinner. It was up to Emmelie to write her version of our problems and end the story with everything that happened after coming back home. Going back to happiness or going towards a divorce? EMMELIE'S STORY I will never forget how easy a happy marriage can turn to a living hell and how it can be done with very limited efforts. My problems began when Marianne Axelsson, one of my very best childhood friends rang me and said that she was in my present hometown and wanted to see me in an important matter. I accepted to see her immediately after my job and invited her to my home. She came, told me that she was in a hurry, and went straight to her errand: Marianne's sister Johanna had felt terrible remorse after cheating her husband on two occasions that she had confessed to Marianne. One of the occasions had been at a hotel in our town with a real estate broker by named Robin Swenson. Marianne said that she had doubted it at first but Johanna had told her things about this Robin that she could hardly know if she didn't know him very well. Johanna had even promised to show some photos of them together as soon as she would get them from the processing company. Now I made a common mistake and acted the easiest way. Marianne had been very convincing and I felt threatened and angry, so I acted the easiest way and began planning to do terrible things to Robin. But to my great luck I calmed down a little and used at least a few percent of my common sense when I took that, in my opinion, unexpected strange decision to give my marriage a chance. Though I have a reputation as a cheater hating Mrs. Prudish, it felt a quite different matter when it was my own husband who had not been able to resist the temptation. Robin is a good father and a good husband so one fling could probably be forgiven after keeping him in quarantine for a few weeks once he confessed everything and swore never to do it again. My best friend Elise had serious doubts about Robin's cheating but promised to keep our children overnight and I was ready for a serious talk with Robin. But when he came home in a jolly mood with nice cake I got the impression that the cake was a compensation for his remorse. I forgot all intention of polite behavior, got frantic and threw the cake in his face. Then Tony came and succeeded to give me some sane thoughts. But, because he insisted that Robin was innocent, I refused to tell him any further information. That was my big mistake, because, with advise from Tony, we would have been able to solve the whole mess in a couple of hours. A bargain holiday week sounded like a good idea but turned into a mess the first morning at the Grand Canaria when I met our French-speaking neighbors and persuaded them to help me punish Robin for his cheating. They were from French Guyana but now in France for some education for their job as technicians for a French company. The one with the darkest skin, Pierre told me that he was gay so he would not have any intentions to seduce me. Pierre agreed to help me humiliate Robin by flirting with me during the whole day and I planned to forgive him at a romantic dinner in the evening. My co-operation with Pierre and Jacques went fine until Robin and I met my French friends at the beach where Robin didn't do as I told him and shouted in loud voice so a large number of Scandinavian people there could hear that I was slut who had an affair with Pierre. I had never seen Robin so angry before and I noted that Pierre got scared. I decided it wasn't the right time for a romantic dinner. Instead I agreed with Pierre to punish Robin for his behavior at the beach with a dinner where the three of us ignored him by only speaking French. Even that dinner went wrong when my French friends began teasing Robin, who threatened to begin a fight if I didn't immediately leave the restaurant with him. I did it because I didn't want my French friends hurt by my fault. The coach tour around the island the next day was a real pain because a woman, drunken already early in the morning, shouted so the whole couch could hear that I was a slut wife who had cheated my husband at the beach with an Arab. I felt ashamed when several of our co-travelers stared at us and I had a terrible day. During a stop I had a long talk with our tour guide and she made arrangements for us to move to a big comfortable four-star hotel the next day for our remaining stay on the island. But that would be a surprise for Robin until he was forgiven. The guide even told me about a good dance band at one of the big hotels in Playa de Ingles. I had promised myself to forgive Robin for his cheating that very evening but not before he was paid for my shame during the coach tour. Robin and I went to the hotel, had dinner at one of their restaurants and thereafter went to the dance. But Robin didn't know that my French friends and I had exchanged text messages during the day and they had agreed to see me at the dance so I could tease Robin for a short time by dancing only with them. I saw my friends sitting at a round table together with two other men. Pierre fixed me a chair and I told Robin to fix me a drink, which he didn't do. Instead he remained at the bar talking with a beautiful woman and fixed her a fancy drink. My simple plan had been to remain only a short time with my friends and dance a few tunes with them before I joined Robin, had a pleasant evening with him, forgiving him for his cheating and ending it with great sex. To my disappointment Robin didn't care a shit about me, he ignored me at the dance floor, where he danced closer and closer with that beautiful woman or chatted with her at a table in a darkest parts of dance hall. Of course all intentions of forgiving him that night were out of my mind though it was me who had acted as a silly cow against him. Sometime after midnight I had enough and went to Robin and told him that I would go home. He walked with me back to our apartment but sex was a forgotten pleasure for both of us. All my attempts to forgive Robin for his cheating had ended in a fiasco and though the fault was mine, I always accused him of creating the mess, even for my fiasco at the dance. My intentions had been to forgive Robin on Monday evening and now on Wednesday morning it still remained undone. Robin had not begged me to forgive him and I had used Pierre for assisting me in acting as a bitch against Robin even though I loved him with all my heart. I had paid for a better accommodation for us so Robin did not have to see my French friends during our remaining stay at the island. I intended to tell Robin that at noon and that he was forgiven without any conditions and I would be his loving wife again. But until then there still were a few hours left to give Robin a last reminder of how bad it felt to have been cheated. My French friends had suggested how to do it and I had agreed. Pierre and Jacques had laid their sun-beds at the pool with a two-meter gap between them. Immediately after our early breakfast I took my sun-bed and laid it between theirs, took off my bikini top and began to spread suntan-lotion on my breasts and belly before lying down and asking Pierre to put suntan oil on my back When he began to do it on my thighs Jacques warned us noted Robin standing beside us taking photos with his cell phone from close distance so I immediately told Pierre to stop. Then Robin's phone rang and he went into the apartment to take the call but he didn't close the sliding door. Thanks to the thick sun protecting curtains he couldn't see me when I stood listening outside the door. Robin was angry and spoke in a loud voice so I could hear him tell somebody back home that he would send MMS pictures of me necking topless at the pool with a dark skinned man from some French colony for teasing him to divorce me so I could be together with my lover back home, which had obviously been my goal the whole time since I began acting as a silly bitch against him. Robin continued his phone call by saying that he intended to pack my suitcase and throw me out of the apartment. I was shocked about what Robin thought and said about me and rushed to my sun-bed to catch my things and told Pierre that our game had turned to a terrible disaster for me. While moving my sun-bed several meters from Pierre, my cell phone rang. It was an angry Elise who asked, "What the hell are you doing? Robin told Tony that you are sitting topless at a pool and necking with a black French man. Have you gone totally mad?" "It is not what Robin thinks. Pierre is gay. He is light brown, not black, from French Guyana and I've only used him to tease Robin for his cheating and most of it has gone wrong. I've decided to forgive Robin today at noon when I've arranged for us to move away from my French friends and this apartment into a big comfortable four star hotel." Elise sounded very worried, "Have you told Robin that yet? It is better you ask Robin to forgive you because he thinks you have an affair here at home and you are forcing him to divorce you because you don't want to destroy your reputation as Mrs. High Morale. Please hurry because in this very moment he is packing your suitcase to throw you out." I got really worried, "I'm having affair? That's completely weird." "In my opinion that it is as weird as you accusing Robin of cheating because both Tony and I are convinced that he is innocent. We are sure about that, so both of us dare to bet one month salary on his innocence." "My old childhood friend Marianne told me that her sister Johanna had confessed an affair with Robin and she would show me pictures within a week or two." Now Elise sounded even more worried, "But you haven't checked out anything by yourself or seen any pictures, have you?" "No, not yet." "But you prefer to believe people you hardly know rather than your husband. My dear friend, if I were in your panties, I would beg Robin to forgive me before it will be too late. Can't you understand that you are crushing your marriage. For heavens sake, beg Robin to forgive you and do it now!!" I ran to the apartment where Robin was packing my suitcase, surprised him by giving him a hug, told him that I regretted being a stupid bitch and begged him to forgive me. After some arguing Robin agreed to listen to my story, which he did without saying a word to me during my whole confession. However, to my great pleasure he agreed to come with me to the four star hotel I had booked. Now we at least were on speaking terms again though Robin's interest in sex with me for the time being was down to zero. Back home again, the first thing I did was to go to Elise to get the children. Elise was far from her best mood when she told me, or better to say screamed at me, what a stupid bitch I was by doing what I had done to Robin. Then Tony had a long talk with me about what to do and how to do it to find out the real truth about Robin's cheating. Neither Tony nor Elise believed that Robin had done that and they said that their offer about a month salaries remained. I took the next day off from my job and the first thing in the morning I went to see Marianne and Johanna's parents who told me where to find Johanna. She worked at a small furniture factory's office. I went straight in and found her sitting behind a desk in a small room. After the usual greetings I told her that Marianne had told me about her cheating with my husband Robin. Johanna replied with a smile, "Marianne told you that and so what?" "So what? Yes indeed, there's a lot. Robin fights the divorce so my lawyer demands me to collect evidence. I want to know when and where you did it and who paid the hotel?"