Heroine: The Husband's Cologne (20 page)

   We were invited at Ingvar’s one summer afternoon. We were standing in the garden of his house that was much bigger than ours. By now I knew that Shane was an alcoholic. After a few drinks she would disappear and, as I learned from Daniel a bit later, she would fall asleep in her own room.

“It’s not easy with her for Ingvar,” my husband had enlightened me already weeks ago.

“The two of them hate one another like the black plague. They only pretend to be the loving couple, to the outside. Ingvar would love to file for divorce. But then he would be bankrupt. She would suck the life out of him. So they have come to an agreement to live together in the house but to sleep in separate rooms. They have enough space.” That I could see from the outside. The house was really impressive and I understood that some managers of computer companies earn quite a lot of money. Daniel was not one of them.

“Not yet”, he explained to me many times at the right moments. But he would like to have a career and then rake in the big
moola.

I was standing in the garden with my drink in a shadowy spot and looked to the porch. There Bruce and Ingvar stood together and talked in subdued voices. My husband’s Swedish boss glanced at me from time to time. I looked at Bruce because he reminded me of Tom and I
asked myself whatever had happened to him. Whether he had ever belonged to Horst and Igor’s clique? Surely, he had joined them by chance.

“Do you like him?” Daniel had stepped behind me and gave me a hug while he touched my breasts under my T-shirt. I shivered.

“Not here”, I whispered in his ear. “Whom should I like?”

“Ingvar. Do you like Ingvar? You’ve been looking at him with great interest for a while.”

“No, to be honest. Here you are the only one I like.” I turned around and gave him a kiss.

“But he really fancies you; he would like to go to bed with you”.

“For once, how do you know that, and then: why is he interested in me since he does know that I am married with you?”

“He keeps on asking me how you are. And he’s mentioned a few times to me how he envies me to have such a sexy wife. He pretty much raves about you.”

“Now, what does this have to do with us? That is his problem, isn’t it! Do you think I should try avoiding him from now on?”

“No, on the contrary.
I want you to seduce him”, Daniel grinned at me.

“Come again?!” I was astounded and didn’t understand what was going down right now.

“Do you remember our talks that you and I had during the last few weeks?” I briefly thought about it then I believed to grasp what Daniel was talking about.

“Me telling you stories how Norman was in bed?” He wanted to know every detail and got so excited with my descriptions that he could hardly hold back. And I enjoyed that. But up to now I believed that it should stay at that level and it was simple verbal eroticism.

“Do you really want me to go to bed with your boss?” I inquired aghast. Daniel gave me a long French kiss.

“You know that it turns me on when I can watch you. Please, do it for me. I’m sure it brings new life into our relationship.” He gently caressed me again.

“Please Daniel”, I whispered in desperation because his hands on my breast aroused me.

“I am afraid I might lose you because you become jealous when I do things like that.”

“No worries, you will not lose me. On the contrary, this will enrich our marriage. Please, do it for me.”

Doubtfully I looked to the porch. Surely, Ingvar was an attractive man but not at all my type.
If he had only offered Bruce, at least. Then I had an idea. After all, there was still some score to be settled between me and my husband.

“Alright, I agree but only under one condition. After that I may also do it with Bruce …“

Daniel looked at me in disbelief and kept silent for a while.

“I didn’t think that you would fall for him.
But if you insist. So we agree on the following: I must be able to play peeping Tom or, if that is not possible, you subsequently tell me every detail about it. OK?”

“OK. When should I rape your boss”, I asked.

“Now. His wife is gone and everybody else here seems to be pre-occupied. That is a good time. When you go into a room please leave the door open a gap.”

I felt taken by surprise but was willing to play the game. Since Daniel has gotten me all horny already it was his fault that I would go down on somebody else.

“Then let’s go to the porch, I will drag Bruce away from Ingvar.”

On the porch Daniel took his black friend by the arm and pulled him along.

“Bruce, you’ve nerved Ingvar long enough with your technology shit. Come. Now let’s have a beer together.”

I stood alone with Ingvar and looked him straight in his eyes. My nipples were still probing through my blouse from Daniel’s touches since I didn’t wear a bra. Ingvar’s face turned crimson red and he swallowed a couple of times. I decided to make it easy for him and said to him:

“You have a beautiful home here. Shane had promised me to give me a tour of it. But now I can’t find her anywhere. Perhaps you want to show it?” Ingvar only nodded but still couldn’t utter a word. I grabbed his arm and asked:

“Where do we start?” He set off clumsily like a bear. First he led me through the first floor and showed me all
rooms with a kinda hoarse voice. Then he guided me to the second floor up the stairs.

“Here are our guest rooms. Shane sleeps in this room. She didn’t feel alright therefore she retreated.” I nodded understandingly but kept my arm attached to his. We reached a door at the end of the corridor.

“This is my bedroom.” Ingvar opened the door.

“So, you do sleep separated?” I asked with an innocent look.

“Yes, for quite a while. We have drifted apart somehow.” He pushed me gently into the room in which there was not only a large bed and wardrobe but also a desk. He closed the door behind him with his foot.

“You’re also working in here?” I pretended that I hadn’t noticed.

“Yes, often I bring some paperwork with me from the company. I go through it when Shane is already asleep. Then I don’t disturb her”, I heard his voice behind me. I just stood still and didn’t say anything.

Suddenly I felt that he pressed himself against me from behind. His warm hands caressed me and they found their way to my breasts without hesitation. Then he started to massage my boobs. His head leaned against my neck. I threw my head back and gave a loud groan.

“That feels good. I’m loving it. Go on.” I turned around and kissed him long and searchingly. He lifted me up. Just now I realized how strong and muscular he was. Then he put me gently onto the bed.

“I want you. Even when I saw you for the first time I could hardly hold back. I must have you”, he whispered into my ear.

“Ingvar, I want you too and I want you now. First give me a bit of time I must go to the bathroom urgently. You get your clothes off now so the guests don’t need to wait for us for too long. Nobody will suspect anything.”

Outside I glanced to the side and saw Daniel at the end of the corridor. First I was flustered but then I winked at him. When I returned from the bathroom opposite of Ingvar’s room I left the door cracked open. As a dutiful wife I knew what I had to do.

I stepped up to the bed and pulled down my panties and my shirt. Ingvar’s eyes seemed to explode when he glanced at me.

“Wow, you are beautiful. Damn, come to me and let me fuck you.” I shook my head and waved my index finger at him.

“Slow down, one after the other. I shoved him back gently. Then I made sure that Daniel could observer everything. It turned out to be only a short excitement.

“Sorry, but I haven’t had sex for a long time. There was no holding back.” Ingvar pulled me down on him and embraced me vehemently.

“That is OK, I felt that you needed that and I wanted it too. Next time we’ll take some more time”, I whispered in his ear.

“Daniel”,
I pondered in my thoughts,
“don’t try to find an excuse if he wants more than you’re ready to give. Ingvar and I have an affair now. He will not let go for quite some time.”
Because Ingvar wept. My shoulder was wet.

After a while I got up and moved down from him.

“I’ll go into the bathroom and freshen up. Then we’ll go downstairs, darling.” I had decided to play the game to the end. Ingvar nodded and gave me another hug. I crawled from the bed so that Daniel had another close look of my pussy that was still filled with the sperms of another man. Naked I walked through the door and met with my husband who stood there with eyes wide open. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and disappeared in the bathroom. When I returned from it freshly showered Ingvar stood all dressed in the corridor.

“Thank you, that was wonderful. When can we do that again?”

“When is your next grill party?” I asked back.

We logged arms, went downstairs and Ingvar announced to the guests shortly thereafter that he intended to host significantly more grill parties in his garden in the future.

I started to look for Bruce because he was my target. I would have more fun with him – I just sensed that. Ingvar was somebody I had to take care of. He needed a nanny. Or perhaps rather a mama. Daniel shouldn’t have arranged that affair because it will be difficult to get rid of Ingvar.

   I grabbed some orange juice and looked around. Daniel and Bruce stood together in one corner with Bruce talking about something related to baseball. Surely a subject, which I will never understand.

  
Fucking Ingvar left me totally unsatisfied just because I really wasn’t in the mood for having sex with him. In my imagination I only saw Daniel’s eyes. That he didn’t want to drag me into a corner now for an intimate exchange somehow bothered me.

  
Why didn’t he pursue me into the bathroom? Well, I understood that Ingvar was his boss and Daniel probably had feared to encounter Ingvar in the corridor. Raphael passed by with a bottle of whiskey in his hand.

“Hi Julie, would you like a drink?” he grinned slightly swaying. Apparently he had already fueled up quite a bit. And I just remembered what the gynecologist in Cologne had said to me after I had told him about the drugs that the pimp had given me.

‘That stuff switches on genes in you that cause you to completely lose all inhibitions. Alcohol is one of those drugs. This Respihydrol aka RSD changes the methyl groups in your DNA so it changes your perception. Already a small amount of drugs are enough to drive you nuts. Even pain can then be a sensual experience and victims can’t get enough of that stuff until they are exhausted. Waking up from this psychosis is just like a hangover. It can reach from tiredness to severe pain. But what is the worst part of it: your genes have been altered permanently. We don’t know of any medication that might reverse the effect of RSD. You need to live in total abstinence if you don’t want to feel horny all the time.’

I thanked Raphael for his friendly offer, parted as fast as I could and positioned myself in the small group opposite of Bruce. That’s all I needed now that I would attack the guys here and rape them. But Bruce interested me since he reminded me of Tom. I had my first experience with him when we had the orgy – even before I took the drugs. It was great to feel him. These thoughts made me dreamy. Daniel looked slightly bewildered but when I winked at him. He shrugged his shoulders briefly, as if he wanted to say:
“Do you really have to do that?”
Then he asked Ben to come along to talk with him about an idea for a new process. He’d like to discuss that with him in private.

I stood alone with Bruce and he reacted like most men in such a situation. He glanced alternately at me and then somewhat embarrassed to the floor. First I had intended to ask him directly if we could meet once in privacy. But looking into his eyes told me that this would have been too much for him. Therefore I approached the whole thing more carefully and started talking about a different subject. At the same time I tried everything to lower my hormone level.
Because I noticed some sadness in the corner of his eyes.

“I was really glad to see you again. Did I actually thank you for the warm reception you had ready for me then in
LA?” I asked carefully.

“Oh, that. I was happy to help Daniel out of a jam. Don’t mention it.”

He seemed to feel relieved that I didn’t jump all over him because his shoulders lowered more relaxed.

“Don’t mention it? Without you I’d still be sitting at the airport or I would roam the city like a homeless person.” He smiled.

“A person like you would not get lost for a long time. Surely somebody would have asked you soon if you needed some help. But in LA that could also spell trouble.” His face darkened somewhat. I looked at him a bit terrified.

“Did I say something wrong?”

“I am sorry about that. But as you know I am a journalist and therefore I see a lot of unpleasant things. Somehow a case flashed before my eyes that had happened only a few months ago. It was my fault to remember that right at this moment.”

I insisted that he would tell me about it but he stubbornly refused and mentioned that it would only spoil the beautiful afternoon. He was sorry to have brought it up in the first place.

“Rather tell me about yourself”, he said. “Daniel mentioned that you’re studying psychology and that you had to evacuate your home because of a stalker.”

“Yes, unfortunately that’s about true”, I said a bit sad. Something inside me still wanted to go back home to
Cologne though I liked my new place here very much.

“I had to give up my apartment because some bastard had moved in who wanted to get to me. The police couldn’t prove anything because he insisted that I wanted to seduce him, not the other way around.” I was not entirely comfortable with this lie. The way I felt, Bruce was not the type I wanted to lie to.

“Otherwise I’ve lived quite a tranquil life so far. I find it quite exciting that you work as a journalist. What exactly are you doing in your job?”

“In LA I wrote about criminal cases. I had good connections to the police and so I could accompany them to the crime scenes. Once in a while they fed me information that I could publish in papers. Sometimes they intended such publication to put the squeeze on fugitive criminals. Because I am a rather private person and always concerned not to compromise any information, the cops really trusted me. For that reason I had a rather good business going for myself.”

“Did you work for TV? Or for a newspaper?” I found it really exciting how he spoke about it, not only the contents but also how he referred to it.

“Both. I work independently. In that way I can avoid the stress in the editorial office. During the day I write my articles and at night I’m on my way. So far, the editors love my writing.” He smiled. I briefly weighed whether I should keep grilling him with my questions or whether he might feel bothered by it.

“I must know much more about that. Why don’t you swing by my house occasionally and tell me more. Now I’m really curious.” Bruce hesitated.

“When Daniel returns from work I am mostly already on my way doing some research out there.
So that hardly fits my schedule. And on weekends he and I often go together to some sports events. So, time-wise that will be difficult.”

That suited me just fine. I thought about it for a moment. Irene had canceled her appointment for next Tuesday; she needs to accompany her husband.

“Why don’t you stop by in the mornings? I make us some good coffee and we sit down and relax. Please, please do it for me, or I’m bursting with curiosity,” I insisted when I saw his skeptical face. “Tuesdays I have the time, OK?”

Bruce thought about it for a while. Then he relaxed and nodded.

“Tuesday is fine. Is 11 a.m. OK?”

“Great, then I also prepare lunch for us!” Bruce’s facial expression turned skeptical again.

“C’mon, dude, in Europe we like doing it that way. We are not used going out to eat all the time. I like cooking. Really!” He relaxed again. Phew!

Soon the party came to an end and we said good bye to the owners with kisses. The good bye with Ingvar was a bit more intense since he hugged me and didn’t want to let go of me.

“You’ve started something ‘nice’ for me,” I growled at Daniel when we drove back.

“Ingvar is totally crazy about me. I won’t be able to get rid of him any time soon. I’m afraid he will stick to me like glue over the next few months.”

“Don’t panic. I know him. He is on fire very fast. But thanks to his fucked up marriage he’s become cautious. More than one affair is probably too much for him.” The traffic light in front of us had turned red. Daniel bent over towards me and gave me a long kiss. I felt how I just melted away on the inside.

“Thank you, by the way. That was great. I’ll thank you a bit more appropriately later on.” My husband winked at me and I was grateful about his praise. I think I even blushed.

“May Ingvar know that I do all that with your approval?” I checked with him, just in case.

“No, not at all!
Let him believe you do that out of love for him.”

Come Tuesday morning I carefully picked my clothes I wanted to wear for Bruce’s visit. I decided to wear some boring white underwear, a high-neck dress that covered my knees and flat shoes. After all, I didn’t want to make it too obvious. I had the impression that he wouldn’t like it too much if I’d come on too strong.

He arrived a bit later than intended but I was happy to see him again. We sat down at the table with our coffee. I started posing some questions again and he slowly relaxed. For an hour he told me about some cases that he had worked on. That was so exciting that I completely forgot to prepare something to eat. So it was about 2 p. m. when I started cooking. Bruce stayed for another coffee and then said good bye with a big hug.

“Next Tuesday again, same time,” I reminded him of our agreement. “Then we’ll have muffins with our coffee.” I winked at him and he laughed. Some time in the afternoon he had revealed his love for muffins. When he drove away I had a strange feeling in my belly.

The next week he came to our rendezvous right on time, carrying a bunch of flowers when I welcomed him. We had some small talk and laughed, drank coffee and he ate the muffins I had gotten for him from a store right around the corner. It puzzled me how he could devour lunch as well after all those muffins. But, in his defense, lunch was only a steak and salad.

“How did you get to know Daniel?” I asked him later. Bruce somehow hesitated a bit.

“Well, a year ago I left LA. I had to leave. Then I moved into the Valley here since I have relatives here. But I didn’t mean to bother them every weekend so I spent most of my weekends alone. One evening I met your husband in a sports bar. We talked for a little while and had some drinks. Since we liked one another we started to meet on a regular basis on weekends and also some evenings.

When he heard that I am a journalist he arranged to
meet with Ingvar. Ingvar was looking for somebody who would write his press reports, and eventually I got the job. That is all technology stuff but it brings in money. Simple as that. Daniel is a first class guy. Without him I would still be chasing after some work.”

“I thought you have such good relations to the press?” I insisted.

“I had them when I was still living in LA. But here I had to start all over again.”

“Why then did you leave LA? It is a beautiful city after all, isn’t it?”

“Beautiful and brutal. That’s right. Why did I leave? How do I describe this best? Well, perhaps I just tell you the true story. My wife had thrown me out. She claimed that I had an affair with another woman and her lawyer made me move out. It was fine with me because I had enough of her anyways.”

“So you must pay a lot now?” I asked, feeling some pity for him.

“Not at all,” he grinned. “She was stupid enough to bring her new boyfriend to the negotiations with my lawyer. She didn’t bring her own lawyer along because she wanted to save money. My attorney suspected something and he put some pressure on her. Then she confessed that she and her boyfriend had an affair for more than a year. So we came to an agreement. I didn’t have to pay anything and she was allowed to keep my car. That was it.”

I felt sorry for him. I got up, told him that and gave him a big hug. I didn’t forget to remind him of our next rendezvous because I had begun to like him very much. Not as much as being in love but it was a good feeling when he was here. He was gentle and radiated some peace and quiet.

Bruce had come to my house twice so far and I decided to change my tactics and be less reserved. He called me a few days later and asked me to postpone our next rendezvous. He had a job to do and wanted to leave for a few days to research the case. I was
kinda sad but we managed to arrange a meeting for the next Friday. In that way I could also keep my appointment with Irene that I had to cancel the last time.

On Friday morning I stripped my jeans and sweatshirt as soon as Daniel had left. Then I dug up some short, very tight fitting pants from my suitcase, threw my bra into the wash and changed my white underpants into some tight panties. Then I slipped into a T-shirt that had some spots on it. Actually not the first choice if you wanted to seduce a man.

Again Bruce brought some flowers along when he knocked on the door in the morning. I opened and noticed that he did like my outfit – his eyes grew bigger.

“I am sorry to welcome you in that outfit but I had to clean up the bathroom and couldn’t finish before you arrived. Otherwise I would have changed.”

“I like it. You don’t have to change because of me”, Bruce smiled. Apparently he was much more approachable.

“Please tell me about your trip and what came of it”, I directed the subject to him.

“Well, I’m not done with it. I’ve been investigating a case where rare computer components where shifted around. That is all rather secret stuff; it looks like it might be a case of espionage.”

“Great! It sounds like James Bond?”

“No, no. Much more boring. Only questioning people. Searching connections, a bit of palm grease here, a bit of pressure there.”

With coffee and muffins he relaxed even more and we laughed a lot about his stories. After lunch I decided to mount my attack.

“I still have to finish something in the bathroom. Then I’d like to take a short shower to wash the grime off me. Could you help me please? Something has fallen behind the washing machine and I can’t get to it.”