Well, my Prince felt better after a few hours of going through pain because of rotten oysters. Our children didn’t sleep until his pain stopped and they were incredibly happy when they could join their tata in the bed. We let them sleep with us but we took them to their beds after some time because we didn’t have enough space for us. You should see them hugging him and crawling all over him producing various happy and content sounds. We missed our evening jogging, and exercise and my luvs didn’t have their martial arts training. But we didn’t miss having sex. It was wonderful as always.

The next day, my luvs came to my office and my Fran had to tease my Prince saying:

- It’s good you came, Prince. I just ordered some fresh oysters for Eva and myself from the kitchen.

My Ivy didn’t like his joke for she knows how much my Prince suffered in pain and she sharply said:

- Fran!!! One more word about oysters and I will make you eat my fists.

Fran: I’m just joking, you blond savage.

Ivy: You know how unpleasant is to have stomach cramps, Fran. It’s not nice to joke about it.

Fran: All right, my apologies, Prince.

My Prince told him that all is fine but that he agrees with my Ivy. He said that he personally never made a joke about someone’s suffering and he never teased people for being in pain. That’s true, my Prince is like that. One example: unlike the great majority of people who would laugh seeing somebody slipping and falling on wet or icy ground, he never laughed. He rushed to help people to get on their feet being very considerable if they were hurt. My Ivy was one in the majority until recently. She learned that lesson from my Prince.

One more piece of news. Ten more days until Silvano’s and Malicija’s wedding. He is pretty nervous and we often have to calm him down. I mean, mostly my Prince. No, he doesn’t doubt if he is doing the right thing or if Malicija is the right person. He is sure of both, but he is nervous because he wants everything to go well. On the last rehearsal for his wedding, my Ivy couldn’t control her lust for the hot brunette singer, and before starting to sing and play the wedding song again, she grabbed her for her head and deep kissed her.

Prince (angrily): Ivy!!! What the fuck are you doing?

Ivy: Uh, I’m sorry. (To the girl): My apologies. I don’t know what got into me.

Prince: Control yourself or you may leave!

The singer: It’s OK. (to Ivy): Just don’t do it again.

Prince: She won’t if she wants to stay in the band!

But the singer asked my Ivy to talk to her in private when the rehearsal was over. She said that she loved her kiss very much and that she reacted negatively to it because of the others. As for her, she would like to smooch with her and maybe have some cuddling and sex because no girl ever made her feel butterflies in her stomach. My Ivy told her that although she would love to smooch and have sex with her, it will not be possible because we pledged we won’t have sex outside our marriage and that it is forbidden by Hotel rules. Since the singer was very interested in our love triangle, my Ivy took her to the Hotel bar and told her everything about it starting from the beginning. The singer was very thrilled about it and since that moment, they became friends. Damn, it’s too bad we won’t fuck her, for she expressed a desire to have sex with the three of us. It’s something very new to her, but my Ivy’s kiss caused the uncontrollable desire to do it. Well, girl, we want you too, but the rules are rules and there is no exception in this case no matter how hard we would like to break them.