The Resurgence of a Weary Man Pt. 03

When we returned to the apartment, we each had a drink and before I left we made another dinner date for the coming Friday night.

Later that evening, it was a different smooth pussy lowered onto my face. Janet had shaved herself smooth, whether for me or not, I didn't ask. I merely enjoyed the benefit. I know I made the comparison to Tammy but there wasn't any really. Janet is hands down the best fuck of all in my book, even better than Helen when we were in our youthful prime. Of course, those are things you don't share with another woman if you like to have them continue.

We lay there snuggling afterward and she rolled over and nibbled on my ear.

"I have a confession of sorts to make." She said.

"I did scratch an itch a couple weeks ago."

"You don't have to tell me this." I replied.

"I know but I want you to know. Maybe I even like telling you about it." She grinned as she said it.

"I was discreet. I went to the Meritage over in Napa with an old beefcake friend of Pam's. Her type, muscled, blond, young, big dick but not much brain power behind it. He was a scratching post and nothing more."

I burst out in laughter. I then confessed my foray with the two English chicks without going into details. She wanted me to while stroking my cock but I held fast. A gentleman never tells. We did fuck again that night, hard.

I told her about my date with Helen in the morning. Surprisingly she was subdued about it.

"You know, Tom, that woman loves you. She is ferocious about it. If she ever wins back any of your affections, I'm not sure she would be happy at all with what we have here. How are you going to feel about that?"

"Janet, until I fucked the two English chicks, I had been a completely monogamous man. You were the only woman I had been with other than Helen since before we married. I've never had the urges some men have to be a pussy hound all their lives. One woman has been all the desire I thought I could handle.

Did I enjoy the two girls, Jesus H, yes. I don't know how we ever got any sleep. But, that's not a relationship and we were a continent away with our own special arrangement. Isn't that what you said your cousin Pam called it? The Arrangement?"

"Yeah, that was Pam's thing with her first husband, Bob."

"Janet, I didn't feel guilty doing it and I don't feel guilty now but to be honest, if those two girls were free tonight, there is no way in hell I'd fuck either one of them. I'm here with you. That's how I'm made. It's the same the other way. I would not want to watch some other guy fuck you and I wouldn't want you to run off and give him your pussy when you know I'm here for you.

I guess I'm not really answering your question though, am I?"

"Tom, no, you aren't but let me tell you something. I talk with Helen a good bit. We've become friends. I don't know if that bothers you or not. If it does you need to tell me. She knows we fuck. She knows we are a couple but she also knows I'm not going to marry you for the same reasons we have already talked about.

Oh fuck it, I just need to say it. She is so god damn horny for getting laid she is going crazy and the only person she will go to bed with is you."

She had straddled me now and was nibbling on my ear and whispering to me.

"Tom, Helen knows I'm not in a competition with her. We have a good thing with or without her in the picture so if I ask, will you?"

I knew what she was asking and I didn't commit to anything. I didn't have any idea if I would ever fuck Helen again. She may want it again but did I? I knew I was jealous when I saw the real estate man there but enough to get into another relationship with her? And where would it go? What would it lead to? I knew I was being set up. All three women, Helen, Janet and Ann, were conspiring to hook me.

When I showed up to pick up Helen that Friday evening, I knew the treble hook had been set. Ann was there and all smiles. The two of them had been shopping and had hair and nails done and whatever else women do when they get together like that. There was nothing subdued about Helen's attire. I had seen that dress somewhere before and since Janet and Helen were about the same size, the conspiracy was confirmed for sure.

It was a bit awkward for a while. I knew the game and I was scared of the outcome. We went to a small intimate Italian eatery in San Rafael rather than drive up country. For the most part, we picked up pretty much where we left off although this time I kept thinking of Janet when I should not have been. I had taken that same dress off her shoulders before and that was unsettling to me.

When we finished dinner, we went to a nice jazz bar a short walk away and settled into a corner table. Helen was beautiful in the intimate lighting and she was playing up the sensuality of the setting. It didn't hurt that her movements would open the dress slightly to expose much of her breasts. There was no bra to keep them in place. The design of the fabric did that. The treble hook was pulling hard at that point.

When we left, we strolled among the storefronts and paused at a crystal gift shop. It wasn't open at that hour but the window displays gave us a good view of its contents. I pointed out a familiar piece. It was a set actually, a collection of grazing deer around a crystal pond. We had one just like it or similar. I should say I have it. Helen left it in the case when she did what she did.

"Helen, you can have that back if you want. I have it at my condo."

"Tom, I might like that." There was a tear on her cheek when she turned away. Turning back, she asked.

"Can we go to get it now, this evening?"

OK, I'm not usually a dummy but I nodded and said yes. As soon as the word was out of my mouth I knew I had made a commitment. It would be too late to drive her back to San Rafael from Sonoma so she would stay with me, I would be talking her home.

I kicked through the gears on the drive up country and the Carrera hugged the roadway. Helen was lost in whatever pleasant thoughts she was having as I worked the vehicle up the hill and into the garage. When we entered, I hit the switch and the gas fireplace lit up along with dimmed lighting. Jesus, I thought to myself. There was a bottle of chilled wine and two stems on the counter and I didn't put them there.

Well, I poured each of us a glass and we settled down for about two minutes.

"Tom, I'm not waiting any longer. You've brought me home. Now take in there and make love to me."

With that, she stood up and unzipped the back of the dress and stepped out of it. Before me stood my former wife dressed in nothing but a pair of lavender French cut panties and dark blue heels along with a strand of pearls around her neck and those matching earrings again. She walked over to the counter with her wine stem and grabbed the bottle before walking toward my bedroom and looking over her shoulder.

I have to be honest with myself. I didn't fuck Helen. I wanted to. I wanted to just throw her down, have her stick that ass in the air and just nail her like a wet slut. I didn't do any of that.

Instead, I made love to Helen. It was intimate, as personal as two people can get. I tasted her gently. I entered her in the same fashion and it was not until lust caught up with both of us that it became unbridled. Even then, it was making love and not fucking.

We also didn't fuck all through the night. We made love to each other once and then drifted off to sleep until morning. The sun was steaming through the window blinds when I awoke. Helen was already up and I could smell the breakfast being prepared. I showered and cleaned up before dressing and wandering to the kitchen.

"Good morning, Tom. I hope you like what I'm fixing. It's pretty much what you had in the fridge."

I nodded and made chit chat for a bit. I didn't really know what to say at the moment. It was a bit awkward. Helen prepared plates for us and we sat together and enjoyed the meal and company. When we finished, she spoke first.

"Tom, before you say anything, what you did for me last night was the most wonderful thing anybody has done for me in years. When I told you that you were the only man I would ever love, I meant it. There just can't be anybody else, ever. Now, I know you are in a good relationship with Janet. Hell, she is the one that set this thing up. I guess what I'm trying to say is I'd like to do this again once in a while. Janet's told me the same thing even though for the life of me I can't understand why. She is good for you."

Well, she had laid it all out there. She wanted it. Janet wanted it. But, did I want it? I liked what I had with Janet and didn't want it to end unless we both thought it good to move on. I didn't get any different impression from her. As for a comparison between the two, I fucked Janet, lustfully. We fit each other sexually. With Helen, I made love. I couldn't help it. It was that familiarity. Maybe it was more, I don't know.

"Helen, I'm just going to take this slowly, OK? We did what we did and I make no apologies for it. Hell, I enjoyed it as much as you did. Will we enjoy another evening on the town again? I'm sure we will. I guess, what I'm saying is let's not promise each other anything. Instead, let's enjoy the time we have spent together and go from there.

I have to head back to Germany again in a couple days. You are buying a new place. We both have full plates and neither of us knows what is around the corner."

Helen looked at me with a mix of apprehension and appreciation. I didn't shut her down and I didn't get us back together. Instead we were on an honest amicable basis which is what we needed. We cleaned up after ourselves and I wrapped up the crystal figurine set for Helen before I drove her back down to Ann's. Before I left, I did embrace her and kiss her as I did the previous evening. As expected, she whispered.

"I will always love you, Tom Davis, always."

I didn't make love that night. I fucked the minx instead, in her bed. I hadn't changed the sheets on mine. She wanted details and I offered none. That disappointed her at first but she got over it. Janet was as horny as I could remember her being and it seemed to be the knowledge that I had sex with Helen the night before. She never let up and even in the morning, she lowered her squishy pussy down on my morning wood and fucked me silly. We were a wet, sticky fucking mess when we entered the shower.

"I'm thinking of flying over to Germany. Would you mind?"

That was news, good news actually. I preferred her to the English tarts hands down.

"Not right away mind you, but maybe in a couple three weeks or so. Can you keep it in your pants that long?"

I couldn't help but laugh at the silly faux pout on her lips.

"Of course although I've told you about Mildreid, haven't I?"

"Hell no, who is that?"

"She works for me although she is beautiful little kitten of a woman." I laughed.

That earned me two couch pillows although the thought of Mildreid was a pleasant one.

The next day, I reached out to Jason and Ann to discuss the status and reporting for Softech and set up a meeting for that afternoon at Omega. They both showed up on time and we took one of the conference rooms.

The past three months had seen a quick growth spurt in orders with the success of the product line. I thought it was far too early for suitors to be shopping but there were two potential parties that had expressed interest in the company. It had been up and running for well over two years now with a strong order book and a stronger balance sheet. The ownership was split evenly between the three of us and the bylaws that my brother Carl had originally created, with our approval, required a 2/3 approval to enter any ownership negotiations.

On paper, the valuation was in the $3 Million range, not bad at all for a young two year old. However, the potential was far more than that and I told the both of them that.

"Listen kids, I know that it looks like a lot of money and it is, especially at this stage of the game. But, I need you to keep this in mind. You have a very successful product mix, an excellent business plan and the growing resources needed to take this to the next level.

If you sell, if both of you decide to cash out, I'll bless it and walk away. Heck, I'd have no choice" I quipped.

"However, I am going to recommend you pass on the offers and continue building this company. That is not a guarantee but it is a reasonable expectation given your talents and capabilities."

The two of them hemmed and hawed about it for a while but eventually agreed. I had an ulterior motive that I had not shared. I wanted them to become successful entrepreneurs and that took patience. I also knew of several companies that would have significant interest in a medium size company with an established longer term track record. Patience and strategy were the keys.

I arrived back in Germany a couple days later after making the same arrangements I had on the first trip. This time I had a pearl white S65 sitting in the parking garage waiting for an impatient American driver. I think I could have made that trip to Heidelberg four times and not blinked an eye. It was gorgeous.

As with the last time, Helga was waiting for me at the apartment, this time with wiener schnitzel, pomme frites and gravy along with a fresh case of Weißbier. I think I loved that woman! Mildreid rang the buzzer shortly after and the three of us enjoyed the meal.

I had developed a personal comfort with Mildreid. I could talk in confidence about anything in the office or company and just about anything else. She had heard about my escapade with the English tarts from a couple of the regulars there and the knowledge gave her a relaxed sense of familiarity around me. I had never really asked her about her personal life although I found it hard to believe she wasn't married or hooked up because of any lack of suitors. She was truly beautiful.

The next couple of weeks went by quickly. We seemed to have developed a lunch clutch, Mildreid, Ingrid and me. It was almost always a light fare, salad, with a glass of wine and usually in one of 3 or 4 spots nearby. On one particular Friday we ended up leaving later than usual and ended up at the tavern beneath Mildreid's place. Well, it was not long after we arrived when it became clear we were not going back to the office.

The three of us and another couple Mildreid knew started doing shots of tequila. It's not a big drink in Germany except among some of the college kids. Mildreid knew it from her UVA days and Ingrid had been to Cancun a few times. I'm just not a heavy drinker at all.

I was starting to feel it good when I felt her hand on my shoulder. Ingrid was getting sauced and flirty. I knew a girl like that when I was in college. She was just as proper as could be when she was sober but after a few drinks she was more than ready to fuck the night away. Mildreid just had a knowing smile on her face. I guess I reacted like any healthy man. I started growing wood and poured another round of shots. We were all getting wasted.

Now it had been a long time since I could remember tying one on so bad (or good) that I couldn't remember much. This was one of them. I have a vague memory of climbing a set of stairs with a woman on each arm and I swear I was seeing double sets of breasts in my face but I don't remember much after that.

I woke in the morning, completely naked, in somebody else's bed with one fully naked woman lying across me, drooling on my belly. Another woman wearing nothing but a tee shirt had her leg cocked across my head with her naked pussy open, right at face level. I think I just stayed like that for the longest time just looking at it. It was beautiful with nearly jet black, neatly trimmed hair surrounding an engorged vulva and clitoris. I just wanted to pull it to my face. Then I realized who the women were. I also realized I already had her taste in my mouth.

As if that was not bad enough, I started getting a morning erection. It might have been due to having a woman's hand resting directly on my prick. There wasn't anything I could do about it. It felt too good. A few moments later I felt that hand encircle my cock and with just the slightest movement, it happened. Her wet, very warm mouth enveloped the head and pushed down slowly taking all of it in and she began slowly sucking the full length of it in and out of her mouth. That mouth was as hot as pussy and it was all I could do to hold back. After about 10 minutes, I groaned an orgasm into her mouth and she consumed every drop of moisture from my prick. She kept it in her mouth until I softened and she then licked it clean before kissing it and turning up to look at me.

"Guten Tag, Herr Tom." Ingrid smiled seductively.

"That was a wonderful night." She sighed.

I could only reply with a grin after being the recipient of that unsolicited blowjob. Mildreid was stirring to life and as expected when she moved, she palmed her naked pussy right onto my face before beginning to stretch. When she realized what she was doing, it was rather comical.

"Oh mein Gott!" as she swung her leg and her sex away from my head. "Ich kann nicht glauben, dass ich verdammt einfach tat."

"Oh yes you can fucking believe it." I replied with a boisterous laugh.

"You can explain it to me later but for now, let's get cleaned up and have something to eat. I'm starved."

Somehow we extricated ourselves from the tangle and I stood there completely naked in front on one woman who had just given me a morning blowjob and another woman who probably had given me something a bit more intimate earlier and both of them worked for me. We would need to have a conversation later in the morning.

We were in Mildreid's apartment and I found my way to the shower. I had not been in long when Mildreid joined me.

"I'm sorry, Tom. I'm not sure how we ended up doing what we did. I didn't plan it."

"Mildreid, don't worry about it. We are all adults."

I kissed the top of her head and began washing her back. When we were finished, Ingrid took a shower and later we all sat down in the kitchen.

"Ladies, I don't remember much but bits and pieces are coming back. I'm pretty sure we all had sex."

They just looked at each other and laughed out loud.

"Jaaaaaaa" was said in unison.

"OK, so as for the office and work, can we agree that nothing will be said? I mean, this could be bad." I said.

"Tom, don't be so worried. Ingrid and I are discreet. In Europe, we are a bit different than you Americans. It's not unheard of for office dalliances. Nonetheless, what is the right word? Mum? Besides, several of the regulars knew we were taking you upstairs. You will be quite the hero when you return."

Both ladies rose and kissed me on the cheek and I accompanied both of them downstairs for a hero's bite to eat.

True to their word, all was 'mum' about our antics. If anybody at the office knew, nobody so much as smirked about it. The only thing I ever noticed was that tiny little half smile Margarete made my way one morning when somebody mentioned stopping off at the same tavern.

Three weeks later, Janet called me, at 3AM

"Hey, baby, how are you doing?" She asked.

"Janet, I'm doing great. I was just finishing a round of golf! Do you know what time it is?"

"Yeah, it's 9AM 'cuz it's 6PM here, right?"

"Er ... Nope. I'm 9 hours ahead of you, not behind. That means it is 3AM."

She laughed at that.

"You aren't mad at me are you?"

I told her I wasn't which was true. It was actually nice to hear her voice. She had called to let me know she was flying over in a couple of days. I just told her to send me her flight details and I'd figure it out. When I saw her arrival time in Frankfort, I had a conflict at the office so I had Mildreid pick her up when she flew in.