The weekend went quite well regardless of the incident on Sunday, during the coffee and cake time which I will tell you about in a minute.

The five of us were my Fran’s and Stipe’s guests for lunch on Saturday. Before we arrived at their place, we stopped by the gift shop and bought them presents. They cooked and even made the (walnuts) cake my Prince couldn’t eat because of too much margarine. He hates margarine in the cakes. (They didn’t know that). My Ivy and I had only a small piece of it because it was too sweet for us. The children loved it but we didn’t let them have much of it for we care about their teeth and weight. Anyway, we had a great time talking about their marriage and our long-running friendship. We expressed our mutual appreciation for being best friends for life.

Now, Sunday was an ordinary day and we had family lunch at dad Boss and Zdenka’s house. When our children went to nap, dad Boss and Zdenka said to let them sleep and go home and prepare for Damir and Irena whom we invited for a coffee and cake. They would bring the children to our place later, after supper. We went home and prepared cakes, coffee, and beverages for them. When Damir and Irena arrived, we started very well and commended Damir’s change. Namely, he stopped being jealous of my Prince and he started to be positive about him when talking to the others. But something was happening between him and Irena. They had a marital crisis. Nothing serious like they would divorce, but they stopped to appreciate and respect each other. Anyway, they constantly interrupted each other when talking or got offended when the other side said something that they didn’t like. In one moment, Damir was very frustrated and he jumped on his feet wanting to hit her, when my luvs reacted promptly. My Prince stepped in front of him and grabbed him for his shoulders while Ivy stepped in front of her to protect her.

Prince: Whoa, whoa, Damir! You will not touch her not here, not anywhere else or I will break your arms.

Damir (angrily): Fucking bitch provokes me!

My Prince slapped him and said: You will not talk to her or about her like that in my house. Show her some respect! Regardless of what you think of her, she is still your wife.

Damir knows how dangerous my Prince is and he didn’t even think to fight him. He returned to his chair and sighed deeply a few times. My Prince went quickly to the bedroom and changed clothes while my Ivy watched Damir. My Prince returned and said to him they would go out and talk about it. He drove him to our café and they returned after an hour and so. My Ivy and talked to her. She and Damir entered a phase in their marriage in which they stopped respecting and appreciating each other. We told her a few tips we thought would help her to restore it. She was very grateful and our counseling ended with a good FFF sex in our bedroom. When my Prince and Damir returned, they were in a good mood. They laughed because they were telling jokes to each other. The very touching moment was when Damir and Irena hugged, kissed, and apologized to each other. When they left home, they had reconciliation sex. She called me later and told me that among a few other things she started to apply from our conversation. When we asked my Prince what did he say to Damir, he made us laugh by saying:

- Oh, nothing special ... I gave him some very direct and concrete pieces of advice about how a husband should treat his wife, I told him that if he wants to grow old with all parts of his body, he should listen to me.

We showered him with kisses and had quick sex before dad Boss and mom Zdenka arrived with our children.