It's Not Cheating

by Mithras, Laran

  They were leaned together, but not obscenely so, just comfortable.

  I said, "Wow."

  "What?"

  "That's really Dieter's wife?"

  "Mm hmm. He really misses her."

  "And Rolf did her on her wedding night?"

  "So I understand."

  "She looks so normal." I imagined the woman in the picture moaning and clutching Rolf's shoulders – his butt humping between her legs. I opened my mouth in a silent pant.

  He swiveled his chair to look at me. "You mean, sort of like all the couples I showed you on the net?"

  That made me stop, knowing I had reverted to my previous disbelief. "He must really miss his wife."

  "His citizenship will be another few months, if I recall. He's anxious to bring Heidi over."

  "What about Rolf?"

  "I don't know, I never asked."

  "Poor Dieter."

  He touched my arm. "He's very lonely."

  He's such a nice man. Why couldn't immigration to America be easier?

  ~ ~ ~

  Saturday, Dieter came over again.

  I was happy to see him. I gave him a hug at the door. "I saw Heidi. She's beautiful."

  His face softened. "Ja, I miss my lovely."

  I pulled him in. "So we're drinking and tubbing again?"

  "Only if you sit with me again. If no, I fly back to Germany."

  I giggled. "I promise."

  He gave me a gentle and brief hug. "You are a special woman, Elizabeth."

  Derek was grumbling. "You just came over to feel up my wife." His look was amused.

  "Ach, no! Am I fired again?" He clapped both of Derek's shoulders.

  I coughed and said to my husband, "Don't be mean to him."

  Derek grinned. "You should see what he pulls at work. What a jokester."

  Dieter was nodding. "Well, so, maybe I behave more in the house."

  ~ ~ ~

  After dinner, I came out to the tub in my bathing suit.

  Dieter was looking me in the face. "So beautiful. So very lovely."

  I blushed. "Stop it."

  "I would not lie."

  "Thank you."

  Derek came out with the tray and set out drinks. We had already had three.

  I was feeling numb and very happy.

  Dieter beckoned.

  I stepped down into the water and sat in between his legs. I leaned back as his arms encircled me and I sighed.

  "Mmm? You like sitting with me?"

  "It's nice."

  "How do you do now with your feelings?"

  "About all the things you told me?"

  "Ja."

  "Much better, I think."

  "Good, good. Such a beautiful face should not carry so much worry and fear." One of his hands came up and stroked back my hair. It felt good and I closed my eyes. I felt him lightly kissing the top of my head. Tingles of warmth spiraled through me, raising the hair on my arms despite the bubbling heated water.

  I felt myself drift as Derek and Dieter talked about some customer of theirs.

  He's so nice. He holds me and kisses my head. He strokes my hair… Ben never did those things. Not like this. Not with tenderness. Ben had been considerate, but not attentive. Almost as if he was as nice as he needed to be to kiss me.

  Though the barrier was gone and hadn't returned, something new clicked in me at the thought. Something deeper and more meaningful. I had gotten so much enjoyment out of Ben because why? The kissing was nice. Had it been that I knew the kissing could lead to more? And that skirting my fine line of cheating was the fun in it all? The teasing of my own inhibitions?

  My eyes popped open. I'm drunk. I'm sure this won't make sense tomorrow. But the idea stuck with me. Had I been tempting myself? And then torturing myself with all the guilt and restrictions as some sort of masochism?

  I reached over and grabbed my drink. No, I wasn't drunk, just happy. If I can grab my glass, I'm not drunk.

  Dieter said into my ear. "Elizabeth."

  A shiver ran down my spine at the sublime tenderness with which he called my name.

  "Hmm?" I swallowed the gulp I had taken and set my glass down.

  His German accent was soft. "May I kiss you?"

  I twisted to look at him with searching eyes. Not searching with suspicion, but with surprise. "Well, yes."

  "You would like?"

  I smiled slowly and it grew wider until it showed my happiness. "Yes, I think I would."

  He shifted to the side and twisted to face me better. His eyes searched mine as he moved his head closer.

  Our lips met. His kiss was different than Ben's. More full in the lips, his mouth met mine softly. Sound receded in my ears as I closed my eyes and felt the delicate exploration of his tongue.

  His hand stroked my hair back and caressed the side of my head. He broke the kiss. "So very lovely."

  I smiled. Did he really think so? I wanted to hear more. Or kiss more.

  His eyes twinkled that striking blue. "Another?"

  Derek was smiling and raised his glass.

  "I thought you'd never ask." I moved out from the bench and climbed onto his lap, facing him, straddling his waist.

  His smile brightened.

  I put my arms around his neck and we kissed again. It wasn't like any of the super-charged kisses Ben and I had shared at the end. No, this was nice. I felt so very comfortable sitting in his lap.

  His hand drifted lazily up and down my back, as if stroking a cat. I loved it.

  When we broke the kiss, I didn't get off. I just laid my head on his shoulder, my face turned into his neck. We hugged each other like that for a long time.

  "Elizabeth?"

  I mumbled something and lifted my head.

  "Elizabeth?" It was Derek.

  "Hmm?"

  "You fell asleep. We're getting ready to get out."

  "Oh, sorry."

  Dieter chuckled. His speech was slurred. "Seems so long since I had such a beautiful woman sleeping in my arms."

  My husband helped me up. He said to Dieter, "Take the guest bedroom. We have a fully stocked bathroom in there. If you need to go home early, you can slip out. No big deal."

  "Home? Empty. Maybe in a few months."

  "Stay the night then. Don't go out driving."

  "I can drive fine."

  Derek's voice grew more serious. "I'm not kidding. Stay. If the police pull you over and smell the alcohol, you might throw off your immigration."

  "Ach. Fine. Are the polizei really that bad here?"

  "With drunk drivers, yes. It can be a felony."

  "Scheisse. Ja. Fine."

  I went into the house, still reeling from being mostly asleep. I had been so comfortable on his lap.

  In bed, Derek joined me. "That was nice of you to kiss him."

  I hummed. "Poor guy. He deserved a good one."

  Derek leaned over and kissed me. "Thank you, that was very nice of you."

  I smiled. "I guess I fell asleep."

  He chuckled. "I got a picture of it."

  "What? Why?" I sat up a little.

  "Not just for me. He asked me."

  "What? Really?"

  "Yes, he's going to send it to Heidi."

  "Oh my god. No."

  "What's wrong?"

  I clutched at the sheet. "I don't want her thinking I'm trying to steal him or anything."

  Derek laughed. "Calm down, ma'am."

  "What?"

  "She knows all about you."

  "She does?"

  "Yep. He sent her a picture I had given him and they've shared emails about you."

  "About me?"

  "Yes, you."

  "Oh. And she was okay with whatever he said?"

  "I don't know. I suppose so. You'd have to ask him. He said she thought you were beautiful."

  Thoughts of Rolf fucking Heidi in her wedding dress flashed in my mind. Had that really happened? Dieter had seemed so serious when he said it did. They think I'm pretty? And he loves
his wife and even shared her on her wedding night? What planet did I grow up on? Am I really the backwards one here?

  Derek touched me. "Elizabeth."

  "Huh?"

  "He's lonely in there. Why not go give him a nice kiss and hug goodnight?"

  "Me?"

  "Well, I'm not going in there."

  I wanted to laugh, but fear kept it back. "What if he gets mad and throws me out?"

  He shook his head. "Why are you afraid? He held you for almost two hours, stroking your hair and face."

  It made me want to cry. "He did?"

  He nodded slowly. "The entire time."

  "Are you trying to suggest I do things?"

  He lifted up on an elbow. "You don't have to do anything. I suggested a hug and kiss. Go try it. Do what feels right."

  "Are you sure?"

  He chuckled. "Go."

  CHAPTER 13

  I gently pushed open the door to the guest bedroom.

  The light from the alarm clock lit a scene that will stick in my memory forever.

  Dieter was lying in bed, his legs flung out, and stroking his cock.

  My mouth dropped open.

  Whereas Derek and Ben had wonderful cocks I considered large, Dieter's erection was impressive.

  I approached the bed.

  He realized I was there and stopped stroking, though he continued to grip it. "Hmm?"

  I was staring at his cock. It was a smooth shaft maybe nine inches long and thicker than anything I was used to. The bulbous helmet was well-formed and slightly larger than the shaft. "I, uh, came in to see if you wanted another kiss. And maybe a hug?"

  His smile showed blue in the alarm clock light. "Ja, lovely. That would be wunderbar."

  I took that as a yes.

  He scooted aside, giving me space to climb in.

  I got in bed next to him and leaned to him. Our mouths touched and opened.

  We kissed and I felt his hand moving on his cock again.

  I broke the kiss. "Would you like help with that?"

  "Ahh… ja, that would be so good."

  I hesitated a second, but then gripped his shaft. It was very hot. I slowly stroked it for him and leaned back in for another kiss. Our lips met and he was just as gentle as before.

  My pulse pounded in my ears and our breathing melted together. His shaft flexed in my grip and he moaned softly.

  I leaned back up and watched my hand on him. "Do you like that?"

  "So better than my hand, ja."

  I giggled.

  He said, "Is this what you would do with the Ben?"

  "Not exactly. It was a little more teasing, I think."

  "Ah? Like how?"

  Should I show him? "Well, it was a lot of kissing and we were both naked." I was wearing panties and t-shirt.

  "Ja, lucky man."

  "Did you really tell Heidi about me?"

  "Hmm? Ja. She thinks you are beautiful. She wants to meet you when she gets here."

  "And you really let Rolf have her on your wedding night?"

  "Ja, both of us."

  "You liked that?"

  He shrugged on the bed. "Ja. It is one of my best memories."

  I was still stroking him. His cock felt good. "So you really want to see how I teased Ben?"

  He chuckled. "As long as I do not have to close my eyes."

  I giggled. Making up my mind, I removed my panties and stripped off the t-shirt.

  Hi sighed, watching me. "So beautiful."

  "Oh, stop it."

  "I go to sleep alone every night. Only email pictures and memories of my wife. This is special to me."

  I felt good, knowing he thought I was special. I climbed over him and laid down on his chest up high. My legs were spread on either side of his. His cock pointed up between my thighs. I scooted back until I felt the upper side of his shaft touch my pussy. I closed my legs.

  He sighed long and loud. "Ja, lovely. Ja…"

  Clamping his cock between my thighs and against my pussy, I began to move my hips up and down. I lowered my mouth to meet his and we kissed.

  I wasn't prepared for the immediate sensations that rode through me. With Ben, there had been the lust of need and forbiddance. This was totally different. Gone were the forbidden feelings and thus some of the desperation. Instead, there was an ease that relaxed me. The ease included comfort and a form of familiarity that went along with a mutual respect. It was almost as if we weren't two separate people, but a team.

  He moaned happily underneath me and his shaft flexed and swelled against my pussy.

  I climbed up and got off.

  "Done so soon?" He sounded sad.

  I giggled. "No, change of positions." I reversed around on him, straddling his chest and facing his cock.

  "Ah, ja." He stroked my pussy with his fingers.

  I gripped his erection and began working my mouth down over it. There was no way I was going to get it all in. I stroked the shaft while sucking. I felt his tongue begin licking my pussy.

  A flash lit the room.

  I blinked, blinded.

  Derek was there, holding the camera.

  I said, "Uh…"

  Dieter chuckled. "Let him. I need to send some pictures to Heidi."

  "Of this?"

  "Ja, she will want to see."

  "She'll like it?"

  "Ah, ja. She will fuck Rolf like an insane woman."

  "She'll be okay with me being married?"

  "Of course, as long as Herr Monroe agrees."

  Derek growled, "Derek."

  Dieter chuckled.

  I went back to sucking his cock. I moaned to the touch of his tongue; it was very different from Ben's method.

  I realized then that I felt none of the tension that caused so much worry. I felt the sexual tension that coiled within me, but at a nice, leisurely pace. No, gone was the tension of worry about what was proper.

  I was free to enjoy the differences between Ben and Dieter.

  Whereas Ben had fingered me with one hand, Dieter gripped my hips over his face with both. He guided my hips in little movements on his tongue.

  His shaft was different, too. It was smooth to the touch, but veiny. Ben's had been smooth like my husband's.

  Dieter had a big, throbbing, veiny cock. If my husband thought I could do anything with it, he was going to be disappointed. Not only could I not get my mouth down even halfway, there would be no way it would ever fit inside me if he had wanted to see the crime.

  No, I need to stop thinking of sex as a crime.

  The German moaned beneath me, the vibration of his sound tingling through my clit.

  Wow.

  The coils of sexual tension in me finally had me squirming - these were slow compared to Ben. He might have been faster for me than Dieter to get me there, but I was totally relaxed and enjoying it with Dieter. With Ben, I was always worried – the corners of my mind laying out the boundaries and off-limits areas.

  I sucked hard on the head. It was huge in my mouth, and felt like I had stuffed a bowling ball in there. Okay, obviously not that big, but, know what I mean? It felt big. I jacked his shaft and hummed happily, still feeling a little sloshed from all the Scotch.

  I got up. There was an ache in me that twisted and turned and drove tendrils of need throughout my body. I flopped down and opened my legs. "So, Dieter, what do you do to naked women?"

  His grin brightened noticeably.

  He moved up and then down between my legs.

  I spread them open, wide.

  He didn't do what I expected.

  He inserted two fingers into me and slowly moved them in and out.

  I moaned softly, feeling the pleasure spread like a slow stain. I moved my hips up and down with his finger movements.

  He said, "Wunderbar."

  A few minutes later, after he had fingered and stroked my clit, his mouth came down on me and enveloped my pussy. His tongue immediately stabbed into my lips.

  I moaned, squirming on the bed.
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br />   Flashes of light lit the room again.

  Dieter drove me nuts. His tongue stabbed into me four or five times, and then licked slowly up my clit. He repeated it.

  I felt the slow, twisting build of that tension within me. This wasn't fast like Ben. But it was masterful and perfect.

  I was sighing. I said, "Wow, you could lick me forever."

  The German chuckled down there. "Ja?"

  I said, "Ja."

  I felt him leave my pussy. I opened my eyes as he climbed over me. He was between my legs, his face coming closer to mine and his enormous cock coming closer to my pussy. I knew what was coming. He'd try, but I knew it wasn't going to fit.

  My legs spread wider on the bed.

  Lights flashed.

  Yes, my love, take pictures. I'll want to see them, too.

  Dieter slowly lowered himself onto me. His muscular frame felt good. But it was the immediate contact and pressure of his helmet against my pussy that drew my focus.

  Wider than Ben and Derek both, Dieter's cock pushed and then rested at my opening. It was as if he knew he would have to go slow.

  That made me want to cry. I gripped him around the neck and pulled his head down for a kiss. I loved kissing and Dieter gave me tender kisses that weren't rife with his own greedy need.

  Our tongues explored each other's mouths and I felt the coils of tension in me increase. My warmth radiated from my body in waves.

  I felt the pressure on my pussy increase.

  I lifted my knees up and tilted my hips.

  My husband sighed. His whisper was shaking. "Oh, yeah."

  My pussy lips parted and the wondrous pressure against my opening spread through me with tense waves of expectation.

  I felt no stress from worries. There was no time limitation. There were no barriers and inhibitions to my enjoyment. With Ben, pleasure had come suddenly and evaporated fast. With Dieter, pleasure built in an ever-increasing slow build of relaxation. I almost seemed to get more excited by being excited slower.

  The pressure against my opening lessened. The attention to the kissing increased. One of his hands caressed the side of my head. I loved it.

  The pressure slowly increased on my pussy. I felt his helmet like a solid soft pole against my opening.

  I didn't think it was ever going to work.

  He gasped, having broken the kiss. "Ja, lovely. So beautiful."

  I felt the pressure against my pussy increase. He wants to be in me! I thrilled to the thought that he thought of me worth having, but wondered if it could ever happen.