Many thanks to Techsan for editing this story.
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An old saying says, "Some engagements end happy and others with marriage." For eight years after my marriage I was convinced that I was a lucky guy who had succeeded in finding the perfect combination of happiness and marriage. Then I had serious doubts.
My wife Ellinore and I were a couple with quite different backgrounds but few cared about such things in our small Scandinavian town. She was the only child to a local businessman usually operating in the gray zone between legal and illegal investments, which now and then sent him to some "necessary vacations" at government ruled places. Living in a nice big house, Ellinore was a popular party girl during her time in our local high school and she held wild parties, especially when her father was away a few weeks enjoying the hospitality of the government. I never attended any of her parties and I can't remember that I was ever invited to any of them either.
I am David Hamilton, without any connection to the famous noble Hamilton family in this country. I joined the biker club as soon as I turned 16 years old, gained my motorcycle driving license and used all my savings from summer jobs and birthday gifts to buy a used 125 cm Kawasaki (here one must be 18 for bigger bikes), which didn't make my parents happy at all. Of course we bikers, even we juniors, had our own, rather wild, parties so I never cared about the brats and their parties.
Though the local biker club had no connection to any of the famous international biker clubs, even we somehow got a rather bad reputation, an advantage in some matters and a problem in other matters.
I continued my economic education after the local high school and ended up as accountant at one the long named international accounting companies and made fair money there. My only problem was that I had still not met "Miss Right" when I celebrated my 27th birthday. Several "Miss Half Right" had passed by my life but that wasn't good enough for me.
Ellinore was a bright minded girl and through her intensive partying she had succeeded in studying to teacher and got a job in our hometown. Then she made an unexpected discovery. Though she had been very popular at school and always surrounded by her admiring brat friends, now when they were interested about girlfriends for serious relationships, none of her old upper class admirers had any interest in a serious relationship with a party girl like her. Of course, her old brat friends wanted to date her but only behind their pretty girlfriends' backs and for one single reason, which she refused to accept.
She found some serious admirers, none of them real bingo but the longest lasting of them had resulted in a distant relationship for three years before both of them found out that it was only a waste of time.
After an "Inner Wheel" meeting some of the girls had gone out for more gossip at the pub and after a good supply of wine one of them had said, "It's a pity that three pretty members are still singles. Can't we do something?"
The others had agreed that they could and a simple plan was created and decided. One week later two other singles and I, all of us members in "Round Table", got an invitation to three blind dates. All of us accepted the simple conditions of dating three girls and one more date with each girl who wanted a second date and thereafter it was up to ourselves to fix dates. Only a few days later we went out for our first dates.
My first date wasn't a big hit. I did my best to be polite during the evening and felt a great relief when I said good night to the rather beautiful but obviously stupid girl who had talked about her clothes most of the time, no matter how I tried to get other topics into the conversation.
A few days later I had my second blind date. The girl was Ellinore, "the party bitch". She recognized me from school and greeted me with, "Hi, tobacco. Nice to see you. What a great surprise."
Her reason for naming me "tobacco" was that one Count Hamilton was famous for his tobacco and Ellinore obviously didn't remember my first name.
I couldn't deny that it was a surprise to meet the most courted party girl from our school days at a blind date fixed by her friends. It must have been a bit embracing for her to date a guy whom she totally ignored at school so I said, "I don't care a shit about what we did during the past. The present time is much more interesting, in my humble opinion."
Ellinore agreed and to my great surprise she was a bright minded and easygoing girl and I can't deny we had a pleasant date.
The third blind date was almost as pleasant as with Ellinore. She was a newly divorced very cute girl with a bright smile. I didn't asked about the reason for her divorce and she didn't mention anything about her marriage.
Two of the girls, Ellinore and the divorcee wanted a second date with me. I didn't say "no thanks" to two great dates. The date with Ellinore went very well and we decided to date again. Even the other date was okay and we exchanged phone numbers.
At my third date with Ellinore we went to see a new film and after that ended up in my apartment for tea or something. I can't remember because as soon as we had closed the door both of us got the same idea and began intensive open mouth kissing while we took the few steps to my bedroom. Within less than a minute we were naked in my bed. She was wet, very wet, indeed and whispered in my ear "come to me". I did and though she was surprisingly tight in her pussy I had no problem pushing my stone hard cock into her well-lubricated pussy. I did it slowly, which got her exited and begging for more. Obviously she was satisfied with the size because when almost everything was in her, she began to moan, "Enough, enough, I can't take more."
Everything had happened so fast that I had forgot to put on a condom. When I made slight attempts to interrupt our tender lovemaking she held me in a hard grip. I knew that was like some kind of gambling with unknown odds but after a while the pleasure was much stronger than the senses and I didn't care about the consequences. We let it go to intensive orgasms for both of us, she first and I a few seconds later.
Afterwards it was time to think about the risks. She comforted me by saying that her period ended only two days ago and in this country we have free abortion. The risk for HIV in hetero intercourses among average people was still rather limited in those days.
Three months after our first date I had found out that Ellinore was the "Miss Right" I've been looking for and we were living together in a rented three room apartment. Two years later we bought a house, married and she got pregnant. Our first child was a boy and eighteen months after him we had a girl.
The Inner Wheel ladies dating service was a real bingo with new spouses for all three of their single members.
We had ten good years together before I began to see small signs of problems. Though each of them was negligible, together they created a pattern. Of course, I asked Ellinore if something had turned wrong in our marriage, which she denied.
I did my best to find out her problem but failed to find any clue. No family quarrels or different opinions in important matters, all of us were in good health. Both Ellinore and I had good jobs and fair economy.
Before beginning to fear the worst, I told her that I suspected that she had some kind of problems and asked if it had any connection to what she had done in the past. I told her that whatever it might be, I wouldn't care a shit about things that happened before we met.
Obviously it wasn't anything from the past because she became furious and shouted that I had turned crazy and began to see ghosts in the daylight.
Crazy or not crazy, I wasn't so stupid that the answer wasn't clear and I understood I had problems in my marriage. I didn't know what problems or what would happen, but now I was hundred percent sure that sooner or later something would happen that would bring our problems up to the surface.
