Many thanks to techsan for editing this story. * As you remember from the previous part of this story, I - Fredrick Ohlson, 'The Moose´ among my friends - was visiting an old friend and customer, Michael Norrlin, for both social and business reasons when he said, "Do you know that Ronny Hedman has joined that theater gang and he says he has been flirting w...
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...
I met my old friend Michael Albertson at a party. He asked me if I had published any of my stories on the web as I had told him the last time we met. When I said yes, he told me that if I wanted to write the story about him and his common-law wife Sarah and publish it on the net I was welcome to see him at his place an evening. I went there and here is his s...
Many thanks to techsan for editing this story. It is suggested you read the two previous chapters before reading this chapter. * As you remember from Chapter 2, my wife Emma left me on a Saturday evening to go to what she thought was an innocent dinner with Rolf Ericsson and his friends at the Old Colonel's Mansion. After the dinner she would be introduc...
Many thanks to Angel Love for editing this story. * My wife Helene had a nightmare. She started wriggling back and forth in our bed before she began sobbing, "No David, no, no, not in my ass. No David, not in the ass. No never, not even my husband is allowed to do that. No, no. In the pussy, yes, yes, oh yes. Take me to the clouds. Yes, you are so big and...
This is a story about a guy who loves his wife and works hard for saving his marriage. Many thanks to Angel Love for editing this story. This story began on a Wednesday evening at the International Airport in Newark, New Jersey, where I, Gregory Holmsten, "Greg" for my friends, was standing in the check in line for my flight with SAS home to Scandinavia. Th...
Many thanks to Angel Love for editing this story. Magdalena Boman was a very beautiful girl and most young men in our small town in Scandinavia regarded her as "belle de town." Even she knew that very well and didn't show much interest to those many local "trophy hunters" who did their more or less clever attempts to get into her panties. There was a rumor...
Many Thanks to Dennis for editing this story. * It was a sad day for me when my best friend in our area of a small Scandinavian town, Jerry Bergman and his wife Christine hosted a goodbye party in his house. Both Jerry and his wife had got new and better paid jobs in a larger town about 350 kilometers away. Of course we were happy for them and knew that w...
Many thanks to Renee and Kent for their editing of this story. * I'm Glen Caballo. I live in a small Scandinavian town and when this story begins, I had a good job as production engineer at a local branch of a big international company. Caballo is Spanish for horse. It was my great grandfather who took that name while he was an actor and found out that his...
Many thanks to snowbear for editing this story. * The cruel truth is that shit can happen where and when you least expect it. I got to know that simple truth the hard way. I thought that I, Alexander Ericsson, a 43 year old Scandinavian guy, had a perfect life with two great kids, a beautiful, loving wife, good health, nice home, good job, helpful parent...