1 comments/ 7599 views/ 0 favorites Isle of Capri By: Fiction Story Teller I don't know why I'm here. The Isle of Capri had such a lovely ring to it and Italy has always been of interest. It's been so many years since I had a vacation and so much has happened to me I knew that I had to do something. I thought maybe a few weeks in the hot sun would do me good. I woke up today and realized that it was a most incredible day and that if nothing else, I should go down to the water and see what happens in the Isle of Capri. I don my bikini and put a dress over top of it and go down to the hotel dining room. The local paper isn't helping me with any decisions and so I start to look around the room. Across the room I see a man sitting alone reading a paper and I feel my knees go weak. I am sitting by the window and the sun is pouring in very brightly so I know that he cannot see that I am staring at him. Still, he feels my stare and looks up. He has the most incredible hazel eyes I have ever seen. I find his boyish charm very titillating. He looks around the room nervously trying to determine why he can't keep focused on his newspaper. I chuckle to myself as I have lusty thoughts about what I would do to him if I ever had him alone. Maybe this is why I came here. Maybe I needed to go somewhere to find all the lustful thoughts that had been long forgotten. I finish my coffee and leave for the beach. A lovely swim and my lustful thoughts and the warm sun make me feel tingly all over. As I lay my towel out I look over and there he is again. The beautiful man from the dining room is sitting on the beach looking out over the water. I re-position my towel so that I can watch him. Lying on my stomach, I undo the back of my bikini top. Oh my God, he is looking over in my direction, I quickly close my eyes. When I open them again, he is smiling at me. I'm sure my face is going a dozen different shades of red, but I smile back and without thinking, I roll over on my back. Startled, I remember that my top isn't fastened and I have just exposed my breasts to a total stranger. I struggle to grab my top and cover myself as quickly as I can all the while trying to be very nonchalant about it. I am so embarrassed I just can't seem to get it all back together but finally I succeed. When I look over, he is laughing and I blush again. What is this man doing to my mind? I haven't so much as thought about a man in many years and now all of a sudden, I would give my life to feel his touch. Get a hold of yourself girl. I bring out my novel and start to read. I am looking at the words but am not comprehending anything at all - they are just a bunch of words on a page. I can't get this man out of my mind. "Excuse me lovely lady but do you have the time?" The most beautiful English accent. I look up and it is him. Suddenly I feel like I've just wet myself. I wonder if he has any idea whatsoever what he is doing to my mind. His swim trunks show a distinct outline of what appears to be a semi-erect penis. I struggle with my bag trying to find my watch but it isn't there. "I'm sorry, I don't seem to have my watch with me but it must be around 1:00 PM." "Oh, that seems about right. I was just about to go and grab a bite to eat. Would you care to join me?" I can't believe my ears. "Oh yes, a bite would be wonderful." If only he knew what I would like to bite. I have to control myself. I've never had these feelings before in my life. All of a sudden I am feeling like a total vixen and my mind is racing in a dozen different directions of what I want to do to with this man. I don't understand the feelings at all, but it just doesn't matter. They are there and what am I going to do about it. We walk to an outdoor café and find a table overlooking the water. Without asking, he orders a bottle of white wine. How could he know that I love wine. "My name is Tom McDowell" he says as he offers his hand. He has a lovely, firm grip and it is like jolts of electricity pulsing through my body as I take his hand. "Hi Tom, my name is Teresa McIntosh." "Well, Teresa McIntosh, you have a delightful accent. Where are you from?" I laugh nervously. "I'm guessing that you would never have heard of it. I come from a small town called Lunnenburg which is in Nova Scotia, Canada." "Well, I've certainly heard of Nova Scotia and Canada. Is your Lunnenburg anywhere near Halifax? I've heard lots of great things about the City of Halifax." He has a wonderful smile and his eyes are making me putty in his hands. "Yes, very close. It is a nice city but I prefer to be out of the city. Where are you from Tom?" I really don't care where he is from. All I care about is where I would like him to be right now. "I agree, living away from the big city is the ultimate. I come from a very small seaside community in Southern England." The waitress arrives to take our order and once again, he takes over. "I think we'd like a tray of King Crab Legs." This is uncanny, how could he know that is my ultimate favorite food. It is so decadent to be ordering it in the middle of the day. My insides are trembling so bad I am sure I am about to orgasm. I don't remember the last time I had an orgasm the usual way and I've certainly NEVER had one sitting in a public place with a total stranger. Our meal arrives and I struggle trying to open a claw. "Here, let me help you." He very adeptly opens the claw and plunges it into the melted butter and feeds it to me. I can't take my eyes off him. The butter runs down my chin and he laughs as he reaches for a napkin and dabs it on me. Everything about this man reeks of sex and I am going crazy with lust. We finish our lunch and are both very lightheaded from the warmth of the sun, the wine and such a lovely meal. It seems we just arrived and now the waitress is telling us it is closing time and we have to leave. "Fancy a walk on the beach?" he says light heartedly. We leave and as we approach the beach he takes my hand in his. I can't help myself, I reach over my other arm and put my hand on his upper arm. The sun is setting and the beach is ever so romantic. As we walk, all I can think about is how much I want this man. Suddenly, I trip and he grabs me in his wonderful arms. "Are you alright?" He is holding me to his chest and I can feel his penis against my stomach. Without thinking I put my arms around his neck and draw his lips into mine. It is a beautiful and lingering kiss. "I'm sorry to be so forward but you are just the most incredible person I have ever met and I feel that I have known you all my life." I am breathless. His hands gently run down my back, "Oh Teresa, where have you been all my life...." We continue down the beach with our arms around each other and it is just the most natural thing in the world. "Let's go for a swim" he says quickly. We run into the water hand in hand. We are like a couple of teenagers running and splashing. We are laughing so hard and acting like we are the only two people in the whole world. We are about chest deep in the water when he approaches me and takes me into his arms again. I immediately wrap my legs around his waist pushing my pussy into his massive erection. We are like animals as we push aside our swim suits and free each other. He buries his penis deep inside of me and I am in ecstasy. All too quickly it is over. We both realize it was pure lust and are not bothered by anything. My mind is racing, I don't want to spoil this moment. Does he think me forward, does he think I am too easy. Right now, I don't know and truthfully, I don't care. Every core of my body wants to be with this man. We reach a secluded area and sit to watch the rest of the sunset. I don't understand what has come over me but I just have to reach over and touch his penis. He groans. "Oh my God, your touch is amazing. But we can't. Not here, it's too risky." I have lost all contact with the reality of where we are. I am not moving from this place until I can feel his penis inside me again. Slowly I start to massage his penis and it grows with every movement. It is now pushing on his trunks just begging to be released. I can't stop myself. I reach his waistband and pull it down freeing his manhood. I cannot believe how big it is and it just throbbing. I take it both of my hands and find his sensitive spots so quickly. A quick look around tells me that there are no other people around. Lord knows this is all a first for me but instinct kicks in very quickly and I bend over and take the head of his penis into my mouth. It is delicious. Slowly I flick my tongue over the head of this wonderful specimen. We are still too excited and when he begins thrusting, I remove him from my mouth. I take his penis in my hand and very gently start to stroke him to slow him down. His groans are so audible and he is obviously really enjoying the experience. I manage to get him under control. He feels so wonderful in my hands. Gently he pushes me back and goes to remove my bikini bottoms. All of a sudden we hear laughter from down the beach and look up to see a group of people are out for an evening stroll. Getting our composure back together, we leave out little love nest. "Teresa, I just cannot believe that you are real. I have been dreaming about you all my life and thought you would never get here. I feel like we have always been together and it is just so wonderful, there are no words to express." Funny how I have the same feelings. Is this what soulmates are all about? "So, do you fancy a Hot Tub?" We are staying in a lovely hotel and the pool and tub are available 24 hours a day. The Hot Tub is wonderful as it is very private. We are shown to the tub and Tom orders another bottle of wine. The waiter is very discreet and when he delivers the wine he closes the door behind him. The lighting is very soft and sensual and we take up where we left off on the beach. "Teresa, what if someone comes in - we shouldn't be doing this." "You know what Tom, right now I don't care". Inside I do care and I am very fearful that we will get caught but the animal in me is overriding common sense. He reaches over and cups my breasts. I reach down and remove his swim trunks and once again take his penis into my hands. He reaches over and removes my bikini bottoms. He is so gentle but obviously very experienced. He knows exactly what to do. I am so turned on I just know that I am going to orgasm right here in the Hot Tub. He finds my sweet spot and gently massages it. I have no control, I cannot hold back and I have a raging orgasm. "Oh my God Teresa, inside your body is just twitching and it is the most amazing feeling I've ever felt. Will you stay with me for the night?" "I honestly don't know where I would rather be than in your arms all night long" I reply. He gently rolls me onto my back supporting my shoulders. "Here, try this" as he gently pushes my pussy towards one of the water jets. The sensation is so intense I muffle a scream as the water gushes into me. My second orgasm is twice as good as my first and I am totally mesmerized by the feelings that have been awakened in me. "We had better get out of this pool and find some privacy" Tom says. We giggle a lot because his erection is so obvious when he puts his trunks on and we still have to walk through the hotel lobby. I pass him my towel to wrap around his waist and that helps a bit. Giddily we run through the lobby and up to his room. Front and centre is a huge king sized bed inviting us. Again, like animals in heat, we strip our clothes and land on the bed. Now Tom takes over and wants to slow me down. I am like a crazed woman and just cannot get enough of this luscious man. "Let me show you something" he says. We sit on the bed facing each other so close that he can touch my breast. "I want you to watch me masturbate and if you are comfortable, then you can join right in. It can be very erotic and if we do this now, it will allow us many more hours of pleasure for the rest of the night". Slowly he takes his penis in his hand. The expression on his face while I watch him stroke is amazing. It's almost like I'm not in the room and yet he makes sure that I am very aware of every movement he makes. I have never seen this done before and I just stare. Very soon, I realize how erotic and romantic it is and I must join in. Having never used my hands, I really don't know what to do. All I know is that I am compelled to touch myself and do whatever I can. I am so turned on. I reach down and find my clit. It is already swollen and very sensitive. Just touching it awakens an inner feeling that I have given myself. The look on his face matches mine as we are both fascinated watching each other. Our fascination turns more urgent and pressing to the matter at hand. I am feeling an orgasm coming and judging by Tom's pace, he is also getting close. I did not know that I would be able to pleasure myself to orgasm so the high is twice what I expected. Simultaneously we both reach very strong climaxes and his cum lands on my chest. There is a roll of toilet paper on the side table and Tom wipes up his cum from my breasts. We lay in each others arms and have a quick nap. An hour later, he is not only awake but very aroused. We decide to have a bubble bath to freshen up. I draw the bath and we climb in. We play a little bit just because we are both very curious about the other. This man knows no bounds. How can he have another erection so soon? He very gently starts to wash my body. He begins to caress my arms, breasts, stomach and down my legs. He massages my feet and I feel like a Queen. Then I take the soap and washcloth and start to wash him. What a wonderful way to freshen up. Neither one of us has any idea what time it is and we don't care. After drying off, we enter the bed. He is so gentle with his touches of my skin and gentle kisses on my neck. He stops at one of my nipples and teases it with is tongue. He continues down my body very slowly and deliberately till he reaches my pussy. Again, he finds the right spot and starts to tease my clit. As before, it jumps to attention. The sensations are indescribable as he probes with his fingers. I am trying so hard to hold back but it is like pressure on me to orgasm again. He returns to my face and with a long and lingering kiss, he lowers himself into me. He fills me to the rim. It seems like it's been hours and I am in heaven. Then he surprises me and lifts my legs up around his neck and this gives even deeper penetration. Finally with very loud screams of joy we both climax and fall to each other totally sated and exhausted. And so ends a perfect day in the lives of Tom and Teresa. What could possibly be in store for the rest of our vacation? Isle Of Capri I'm Peter Anderson, an in many ways average 33 years old Scandinavian guy, one of four partners in a successful plumbing business. When this story begins I'm married to Sandra (32) almost regarded as a trophy wife and working as secretary for the owner of the local Volvo dealership. Our daughter Ella is eight years old. We own a house in a nice area of our town and a summerhouse at a popular island at the Baltic Sea. Sandra and I met for the first time when I was installing the town's new central heating system at her parent's house. She was still living at home and was in a very bad mood because she had recently broken her engagement with a brat by the nickname Souvenir of the simple reason that an angry husband had shot him with a salt-load from a shotgun at his bare bottoms while the Souvenir was having sex with the shooter's wife. This Souvenir was a funny guy. His mother had been au-pair girl in California and was four moths pregnant when she came back, why her child used to be called "California-Souvenir" and later shortened to "Souvenir". She gave him the name Jefferson because the girl thought her handsome lover had called himself for that, probably as his first name. Souvenir's mom somehow met Anders Lindh, her old classmate, a poor shy guy in school, where she never cared a shit about him but now when she needed a father to her souvenir, she married him after living together with him for a short time. Anders didn't care about her bringing a souvenir with her because he regarded it as a cheap price for marrying a pretty girl that he otherwise only could dream about. Anders adopted her baby and to everybody's surprise they went well together, got two daughters and built up Anders' small computer shop to a chain of twelve big stores, which they sold to a huge multinational company for fair price and bought a big mansion at the countryside where Anders, his wife and daughters began raising horses. Anders spoiled his stepson to a real brat who got everything he never was able to get himself in his own younger days. As Souvenir was a handsome rich guy he became very successful with girls, at least until he met Sandra and fell in real love with her. But to his disappointment she had no intentions about sex before her wedding night. Of course, that was a slight problem for Souvenir because he had simple solutions for that matter. Sandra was really in very sad mood after Souvenir's cheating, why I wanted to cheer her up and asked for a date that she accepted. We had a wonderful evening, which ended up in my apartment where she told me that she had decided to change her lifestyle and from now on do everything as her friends did. To my great surprise and pride she, after an intensive tender necking, allowed me to enter her virgin pussy. Probably as a revenge for Souvenir for his cheating because I, though several serious attempts didn't get any further date with her. Instead there began to be rumors about Sandra as a rather wild party girl with many short relations, even with some of Souvenir's friends. Souvenir had no interest of living quite country life at his parent's mansion why he left town for studies at a university where he continued to work on his reputation as a very successful womanizer. Though his many successful seductions he could never accept and forget that Sandra during her wild days had fucked with several of his friends but had denied him to have sex with her while they were engaged with rings and talking about great plans for the future. About a year after my successful date with Sandra I met her at a party and we began dating again. She promised me that her wild life was history why we had good times together. Rather soon we were regarded as a couple and married after three years when she got pregnant with Ella. A few months after the wedding I did a plumber job for one of Souvenir's old friends, who teased me by telling that Souvenir had swore to fuck Sandra in all her openings and show evidence about that to the whole town. The friend said that as far as he knew, Souvenir had never failed in his attempts to seduce a married woman when he really had wanted her and did his very best to get her. Not very happy news for a newlywed, which I told Sandra who promised that never give him any chance to be alone with her and be able to perform his nasty intentions. Of course, I was extra careful about any clues for a while but just as expected, nothing at all happened and after some years I heard that Souvenir had married some wealthy English girl and was living in England. Sandra and I had a rather average marriage with its ups and downs. Therefore Souvenir's threatening was forgotten during many years until it hit me as an unexpected lightening from a clear blue sky. I can still remember that awful Wednesday evening just as it had been yesterday. Sandra and I were sitting in our living room watching the weather girl in the TV telling us good news for the coming weekend when she got a serious look in her face and told me, "My dear Peter, please listen to me because I have something very important to tell you." "Yes, go on. Something that happened you today?" "No, not at all. In fact it's an old story, which began before you and I met. Do you remember that I was engaged to a handsome guy by name Jeff Lindh?" "Oh yes, I remember that creepy "Souvenir" because he was shot in his ass with a salt-load from a shotgun when he fucked somebody's wife. There are still some rumors about this guy. He says to still be a real asshole, indeed. What about him? Is he shot again?" Sandra had turned pale of some reason when she replied, "No, of course not. He is living in England but was here at some old friend's wedding where Gabriella Ericsson, you know her, met him and they got acquainted. When he found out that she knew me, he was very curious and asked a lot about me why she gave him my cell-phone number." I could still remember what this Jeff Lindh, better known under his nickname "Souvenir" had promised to do with Sandra why I understood that there was some crap to come. The warning bells rang in my ears when I asked, "Did he call you?" "Yes he did and we have talked a few times about good old times." "Good old times? It is almost ten years ago you two were together for a few months. He cheated and you dumped him. Not much for any good old times." "You don't understand. We had so many dreams about the future we want to talk about." "Isn't that future with the Souvenir behind you? Or what's the problem?" "He would like to see me." "Of course he wants to see you. You know very well that he has promised to cum in all your three openings and show evidence to his friends. It would be a bit difficult to do that by phone." Sandra was ashen gray when she replied, "Don't see ghosts in daylight when I'm trying to have a serious talk with you. He wants to see me as a friend and nothing else." Now I was sure about problems to come and said, "See you as a friend? No problem, you can invite him and his family to come and see us during a weekend? Okay for me as long as the English wife is with him." "No, he's not coming here because he have won a bonus week at a five star hotel at Capri and invited me to go there with him because his wife neither have time to go nor dare to fly. She thrust him and doesn't have any objections if he wants to see and talk about old times with an old friend." I shouted, "But I have objections, very serious objections, indeed. Have you lost your commons sense and got insane? You ought see a therapist as soon as possible. That's for sure." "Please calm down and listen to me. I have already accepted to go and I intend to go because it is a 'once in a lifetime' offer. You and I can never afford to spend a week at such hotel at Capri, at least not for the time being when we have so much expenses at the summerhouse." She was right about that because the romantic island of Capri is the most expensive of all Italian holiday resorts and therefore popular among rich and famous people. I continued shouting, "Do you still love that damn fucking creep?" Sandra had turned pale when she replied, "No, of course not. I love you and you ought to know that you are my only love." "Isn't it a strange way to show your so called love for me by going to Capri for having sex orgies with that damn horny Souvenir creep?" "No, no, no, of course not. Have I said a word about sex with him? He has not demanded anything from me and I have not promised him anything. The truth is that that I have no intentions of cheating you." I couldn't take much more of her bullshit and yelled, "No sex and not cheating me? Why in the hell do you think he will take the expenses and bring a slut with him to that expensive exotic place? Doesn't matter if he has conned some sucker to pay the bill. If you don't think that he is going to fuck you hard, fuck you often and fill all your openings with his cum just as he has bragged to do, you must be incredible naïve. That's the simple and disgusting truth and I can bet a lot that his evidences will be visible on the web." She was obviously surprised about my objections and sobbed, "Do you really regard me as a whore because Jeff have earned a bonus week at Capri and offered me to go with him because his wife can't do that. I've had been crazy if I hadn't accepted Jeff's kind offer for having such a great holiday for free." "Did his wife said that to you? Yes I regard you as a whore. No doubt about that and please remember 'once a whore - always whore' in the peoples opinion. You can never wash away that reputation when you are back home." Obviously she hadn't expected such comments because she continued sobbing and said; "You'll see that everything will be fine when I'm back because nothing nasty will happen there at Capri and nobody but you will know I'm going there with Jeff." "I know and don't see any reason to keep your madness as a secret, especially not when the whole town will soon be able to see your whoring and my terrible humiliation on the web." Now she began to fear that the price for her free trip would be much higher that expected and told me, "Please don't do that to me and to us. I promise to keep you well rewarded when coming back home." "There's only one thing you can do if you want matters remain fine between you and me; Take your phone, call the damn Souvenir and cancel the trip. DO IT NOW!" "I'm sorry but I can't do that." Those words from Sandra were the last straw on my back that broke my marriage why any further arguing for saving it felt meaningless. "In that case I can only say 'have a nice trip' though I hate what you are doing." To my great surprise I could feel some kind of relief when I went to the living room and poured up a large glass of my best single malt whisky. Neither Sandra nor I had any further comments about her trip. If our problems had been limited to her trip, I'm sure there been ways to get her cancel it but the main reason for my relief was that now I would get rid off our expensive summerhouse, which had been a real pain in my ass. Several of Sandra's friends had summerhouses at a popular island at Baltic Sea, why she had forced me to have us to buy a house there for a sky-high price. I had refused as much as I could but gave in when Sandra began talking about separation. She didn't understand that some of her friends had inherited their houses, other shared houses with their parents or had bought them long time ago at a quite different price level. We bough ours at a top of boom, which almost got us ruined. Though we had sold most of our shares we even had taken a big loan with huge payments for interest. The house itself wasn't enough for her, she even demanded me to work with the maintenance all summer weekends and my whole summer holidays, which created serious quarrels and got me feel as a slave when working with that in most cases complete unnecessary maintenance. Of course, Sandra had promised to assist me but she never did because her friends and she had always something going on. Hiring people for doing all the jobs was out of question for economic reasons. I saw no end of Sandra's demands and suggestions for maintenance. Sandra always found new ideas in her magazines and I had seriously begun to regret that I didn't choose the separation. Sandra's latest craziness was planning and demanding me making Japanese garden on a nice lawn during the next summer. I suspected that nowadays she regarded me as a wimp after her victory in our first summerhouse quarrel and thought that 'once a wimp - always wimp' would mean me even accept her Capri trip after some nagging. But the last straw on the poor camel's back was one straw too much. Not much was said during the evening and the next morning she was in good mood again, gave me a bright smile and jokingly asked, "Do you still think you are married to a whore?" "Have you cancelled your fucking trip?" "No and I can't do that because I don't have any intentions going for such trip." "You asked about my opinion and it still remains as, 'yes I'm married to a whore'." Her bright smile faded away when she shouted, "Who cares about your opinion?" Nothing further was aid during the breakfast. My first thing at the job was to call Anne Broland at her job. She sounded surprised but accepted my invitation for lunch. Anne is a lovely woman living four houses from us and she is mother to my daughter's best friend Wilma. Anne dumped her cheating creep to husband about five months ago. She is quite different from Sandra and I must confess that I've admired her very much during a long time. Though she is not such a trophy wife as Sandra, Anne must be regarded as rather handsome. After some small talk at our lunch I told Anne that I would tell her a secret if she promised to keep it and even offer her a fair gift. Anne got surprised but promised to keep my secret and I told her that Sandra would be going to Capri with her old boyfriend the Souvenir and I would file for divorce. The gift was that I offered Anne and her daughter come with my daughter Ella and me to Euro Disney in Paris with all their expenses paid. She suspected some hidden crap and asked, "What are the conditions for that trip?" "There are no conditions. Not before the trip, not during the trip and not after the trip. The only matter is if that it would be easier for me and funnier for Ella to be there with a friend." "Can you tell me a few more details about your plans for that trip? Please remember that I neither can nor want to replace Sandra in any ways." "No need for that. I don't have any plan because if you'll say yes, we'll plan everything together. Think about it and give me a call when you can say yes or no." Thereafter Anne asked me several questions about my divorce and I told her the truth about Sandra's trip to Capri with her ex boyfriend. Only one hour after the lunch she called me and after a few questions she said "Yes". Already the same evening Anne had fixed baby sitter for her daughter and we met at my job for talking about our trip. We had no problems to agree about all details. I had expected her to want two separate rooms in Paris but she suggested that a family room would be more fun for our daughters. I had no objections. Thereafter Anne and I had almost daily phone calls at our jobs, and everything went fine for our trip. We booked flights to Paris, rented a car and booked room at a hotel near the Euro Disney. Sandra and I didn't have any further quarrel about her trip. The only difference was that I had lost my interest for sex with her but obviously she didn't care much about that, at least not during the first week after our quarrel. I used the time for taking small steps against my divorce but had to be very careful for keeping Sandra out of my plans. One day when I was away to a gas station for washing her car, I found that she had forgotten some papers in the glove compartment, obviously printed out from a computer at her job. It was color prints from the Capri Hotel's homepage and a mail from Souvenir about the their flight time and about the boat to Capri. It indeed was a great gift for me, almost as she was teasing me by purpose. Sandra had probably cancelled her trip if I had given her the ultimatum; stay at home or divorce. But I didn't see any reason to give her that last chance to save her marriage and the damn summerhouse because in my opinion she had already cheated me when she said yes to Souvenir's invitation to her fucking Capri trip and she must had understood that a infamous womanizer as Souvenir didn't invited her to an expensive holiday for only talking about old times. Sandra knew what he expected from her and she had accepted to give it to him. Of course, I was in almost similar situation because my trip with Anne and the promise to her not having any conditions for our trip. But our trip was a quite different matter because Anne was single and I had signed my divorce papers when we left for our trip. What could happen between Anne and me after the trip would be a different question. Sandra had no objections when I told her that Ella and I would going to Euro Disney in Paris while she was at Capri and didn't question about any details. Both Sandra and I, probably for different reasons, had lost our interest for sex until the last evening before her departure. She had some packing to do why I went to bed before her but to my great surprise she woke me up by coming stark naked to my bed. Due to the long time since our last sex I immediately got a real hard on, spread her legs, pushed it in her in one hard stroke and fucked her hard without caring a shit about her feelings. After cumming I went immediately to the bathroom for cleaning up. Back in the bedroom she was sitting on her own bed sobbing. I told her "Good night" and lay down in my own bed wit my back against her. Sandra sobbed, "Why did you do that to me?" "Did what? You offered me a fuck and I took it." She continued sobbing, "But you threatened me as a whore, why did you do that to me, your own wife?" "Because in my humble opinion you are a whore." She shouted, "Oh My God, we have to talk." "Yes, we'll talk when we are back from our trips." She left early in the morning for the airport and I when I knew they were on the boat to Capri, I rang Souvenir's wife and had a serious talk with her. She got angry as a bee and told me that her dear Jefferson had gone far too far this time. It had been a rather easy game to find her. A phone call to Sandra's friend Gabriella at her had told me where in England Souvenir was living with his family. People with unusual names are usually easy to find why there hadn't been any problems finding phone number to the Lindh family's home phone. Then I wrote letter to Sandra: "Dear Sandra, Your old and new boyfriend Souvenir seems be a bad liar because his wife told me that she was working as airhostess when meeting her husband and it had been a great pleasure for her having a week vacation at Capri. You ought to have talked with her instead of believing everything that the horny Souvenir told you. However, she promised come to Capri as soon as possible for a serious talk with your lover and you. Enclosed please find copies of the divorce papers the court received today, why you from now on can feel free to do whatever you want to do without caring a shit about me. Of course, you didn't care much about me earlier either, otherwise you hadn't been at Capri reading this letter. Peter, your soon to be ex-husband." I called their hotel reception where they promised give my fax to Sandra when Souvenir and she checked in to the hotel. Then I faxed the letter and the divorce papers to the hotel. Isle Of Capri Both the home phone and my cell phone began to ring several times as soon as soon as Sandra was expected to have checked in to the hotel. I didn't take any voice calls but read her text messages. One hour after the first, she sent me this, "I'm coming back home tomorrow so we can clear up this misunderstanding." I replied, "You are not sharing a hotel room with the damn Souvenir by any misunderstanding. You went there by purpose and now you have to pay the consequences. No reason to complain. Ella and I will be abroad for a few days. I don't care a shit about where you are." Later that evening I even got a call from Abbey Lindh who told me that she was already in Napoli and had demanded Jeff to immediately throw Sandra out from their hotel room. Jeff had called her back fifteen minutes later and promised that that Sandra had now left the hotel, which meant her leaving it less than one hour after coming there. Abbey doubted that Sandra and Jeff had been in the mood for any love after her phone calls with Jeff and Sandra trying to call me after receiving her divorce papers. Abbey said she would take a jet boat to Capri after the breakfast. Anne, the girls and I left for our trip the next morning. We flew with Air France to Orly, where we got the Renault Megane we had booked to rent. Most GPS units sold here have maps for the whole Western Europe and as mine was rather newly updated, it was almost a "piece of cake" to find our hotel. The girls were happy about having each other on the trip and Anne and I got very well together why it wasn't any problems in our family room except that the two double beds were what the French call "grand lit" which means a slight wider single bed. Anne and me looked at each other, burst in laugh and that problem was solved. I didn't care much about Sandra, though she was back home already the next day after she had left. Because I didn't take any phone calls, she sent me a lot of text messages and tried to explain that she had not cheated me and spent her only night at Capri alone at another hotel. I replied she cheated me already when she said yes to Souvenir's invitation to spend a week with him and she had left him only because he threw her out from their hotel-room when he got cold feet after talking with his wife. Of course I didn't knew for sure but probably very good guess. Anne didn't take any part in those text messages from and to Sandra. We spent two intensive and pleasant days at the Euro Disney and all four of us had a real good time. Our third day in France we spent in Paris with shopping, visiting the Eiffel tower, Versailles and a boat trip on Seine. When our girls had fallen in sleep during our last night at the hotel, Anne said that she wanted to give me a gift and told me to remain silent. Then she slowly went down under the comforter, took off my boxer shorts and to my great pleasure began kissing and sucking my cock stone hard when she rolled a condom on it. After that she took off her nightgown and slowly climbed on my hard cock. She was rather tight and felt well lubricated when she began fucking me slowly. When she whispered in my ear, "Peter, I love you" I replied, "I love you Anne". Though our sex was both slow and silent for not waking up the sleeping girls, it was very good and memorable for both of us because we knew that it was the beginning for a new time in our lives. Afterwards when we were close together in the bed Anne asked me if I would love her even back home and I promised her that real love isn't depending of where we are. She replied with hot kisses but we had no more sex during that night. Anne wanted to know my plans for the future and I told her that of several reasons it was out of question for me to cancel my divorce and the first thing for me to do was to find somewhere to live. She immediately replied, "You can be my lodger and get a loving hostess." What could I say? Only ask, "Are you serious?" "Yes I'm. If you told me the truth about your love for me, Ella and you are welcome living with Wilma and me." "I love you and accept your kind offer." Both of us understood that it had been a very fast decision to move into her house after only four days together when both of us had probably only shown the best of us but before we fell in sleep we agreed about that "one must dare to win". Sandra wasn't any loving wife when she found out what was going on between Anne and me. She cried hysterically when I began moving out my personal belongings to Anne's house and she begged me to stay with her but the only thing I could do was to tell her that "she burnt her bridges behind her" when she refused to skip her trip to Capri for entertaining her Souvenir there. My first night at Anne's house was unforgettable with tender sex during several hours. Her husband must been a real jackass who cheated such a lovely woman. Of course, nobody can be perfect in all possible matters neither she nor me. But I was sure we could find solutions when we got problems. Anne's and mine first fidelity came already after living together for only one month when somebody tried create serious problems between us. I got a private mail without sender to my job. In the letter and enclosed picture written with a low quality inkjet color printer I could read that it was well known among her friends that even Anne Broland had fucked Jeff Lindh and I ought to know what she had done at the conference she attended two weeks ago. The color print showed Anne standing on a bar desk with her knickers down at her ankles and her hands held up her short skirt. I ought to been furious and done something stupid but I didn't, because something in my mind told me that something must be wrong. After calmed down for a few minutes I took a closer look at the picture and noted a few incorrect details on it. Though the low printing quality it was obvious that her watch wasn't the same she had been using since I met her and her hair was slight shorter than it really was. Back home I gave the letter and picture to Anne and asked for her comments. She replied that she thought Jeff had fucked her or more probably raped her when she was heavy boozed during a wild midsummer night party in their schooldays but he had always denied to done that. Then she burst in laugh when she saw the picture of her dancing on a bar desk, gave me an album and shoved her own pictures from a funny game at a Christmas party held by the company she worked for. One could see the date and time on her pictures. In Anne's pictures she and several girls in line at a dance floor doing the same thing and she said that it was a competition about walking fastest over the floor with panties at their ankles and it wasn't their own panties. Anne and I had agreed about having a life before we met, why I didn't have any reason to care what she had done or not done in her schooldays. Our problem was to find out who had faked pictures from that old Christmas party, was skilled enough to do that rather well done modification of a picture with a Photo Shop program and obviously hated Anne or me or both of us enough to do that. We never found out the sender but never received any more faked pictures after Anne had showed it to several people at her job and promised a reward for finding out who had done it because a biker friend of mine had promised to have a serious talk with that creep. Anne's and mine love grew stronger after that we knew some people envied us very much. Epilog. Sandra and I sold our summerhouse and she used her part of the money and her parents paid the rest so she could afford to buy my share of our house. We agreed about shared custody for Ella, who use to spend plenty time with us even during Sandra's weeks to have her. Anne says that it is okay for her because our girls now are as sisters. Abbey and I still use to keep some connection via e-mails, why I know that she and Souvenir split up about two months after their holiday at Capri. The simple reason is that he had forgot his cell phone at her parent's house after their weekend visit there and her curious dad investigated the phone and found several sex messages too and from a mistress. That was too much for Abbey, who had swore "never again" when she had forgiven him for his attempts with Sandra at Capri. Sandra was in rather bad shape during the first weeks after I left her but is back now as a gorgeous single woman. Both Sandra and Souvenir lost their interest for further talking about memories of 'their good old times' after paying a high price for their first failed attempt. They accused each other for all problems and can hardly be regarded as loving friends any longer. Sandra has been dating several men and is already involved in her second longer relation. Her first guy was an awkward fellow, why it only lasted one month. Ella says that mom's new boyfriend is very much better in many ways than the first. His only problem seems to be that even he is newly divorced and his wife cleaned him rather well before dumping him. Anne and I are planning for our wedding and everything is going well between the girls and between us. During my first days at her house we spent a lot of time talking about how we wanted to have our future together. Of course we might have different opinions in many matters but with a giving and taking from booth sides there are always a solution. Our sex is on a very good level and we have agreed to have a baby and are working hard to get one. Even our daughters are looking forward to a little baby brother or baby sister.