The Resurgence of a Weary Man Pt. 03

Mildreid knew about Janet and about "The Arrangement" we had when we were apart. She always referred to that as very European of me. After our drunken episode of lust which I still remembered very little of, she offered an opportunity to do it again but this time without being three sheets to the wind. She wanted it, for that matter. She wanted to make love with me knowing and being much more participatory. So, we did about a week before Janet called in the wee hour. It was everything I expected and more. I was a bit concerned when Janet called but Mildreid suggested that we just keep it discreet and part of that arrangement. So that is what we did.

Mildreid had left to pick up Janet around 3PM our time and I was in intense meetings with one of our clients that was seriously running over our allotted time. As a result, we took a break and rescheduled to start back up again over dinner. Ingrid made the reservations and we set off around 6PM. I had called Mildreid earlier to let her know but she had just arrived at the airport. In any event, she told me not to worry, that she would "entertain your woman" as she put it.

Ingrid and I did the dinner, concluded a deal and called it a night. I dropped her off at her place and she was insistent that I come in for a quick drink. Well, I knew where that would end up and as much as I would have loved to experience that again, this was not the night for it. I begged off and she understood. I had company arriving.

I motored home and parked the coup and when I walked in upstairs, there was a note on the table telling me they were down at the tavern and to join them when I got back no matter the hour. I took a shower, changed into a pair of jeans and a pullover, ran the razor over the face and headed down the stairs.

It was a boisterous night at the Tavern. I could hear the festivities before I rounded the corner. Exams had let out at the University and the bars were full this week. I walked into a full house and it looked like a sorority was holding a keg party and a frat house had received the invitation. I didn't see my party immediately so I grabbed a very fortunate seat at the end of the bar by the doorway. It was a great view. The kids were getting seriously doused in beer and good cheer. There would be some lucky fellows that evening.

Then I saw the long booth at the far end. It seats about 12 people if you cram in. Mildreid was planted between two young college age guys and the same with Janet, a young fellow on each side of her. The surprise for me was seeing Helen sandwiched in between two of her own suitors. More to the point, they were having a grand old time. Each of the women had a couple arms around them on each side and they were doing shots. That should be interesting. Helen never does shots or at least never did to my recollection. Now, there she was bottoming up what looked like two ounces of something hard.

The guys were being pretty familiar with the women. One fellow had his palm resting on one of Janet's breasts, at least through the blouse. That was no consolation. I know how aroused those nipples become when they are rubbed with a bit of alcohol in the blood. Whatever the case, she seemed to be enjoying the attention. Helen, on the other hand, was getting hammered and I don't think she knew about the hand on her inner thigh or the other hand under her blouse.

I decided to let it go on for a while longer just to see what would happen. That's when one of the fellows planted a tongue right in Helen's mouth. I could see the expression of shock on her face when she realized what had happened but she didn't move away. She was too drunk. They were definitely taking liberties with her and Mildreid was unable to stop them. Janet was just giggling from the shots.

I motioned toward the bartender whom I had gotten to know quite well during my stay. Besides I was a local hero and the two of us walked over to the booth. Mildreid was the only one who recognized me and she just had a shit eating grin on her face.

Janet looked at me a bit cross eyed with the fellow's hand still squeezing those delectable breasts. Helen was just laid back in the seat with one hand in her panties and another on bare tit, neither of them being her hands.

All of a sudden, Janet's eyes shot open when recognition struck her. My barkeep friend spoke in harsh German to the fellows around the women and they reluctantly began getting up and moving away from the table. Hans the door man, a bull of a man, stood at the ready. It wasn't necessary.

These were academic students, not muscled athletes. They wanted pussy, not a brawl. When the table was cleared, I thanked my friend, gave him 20 Euros and slid in next to Helen, across from Janet and Mildreid.

She had not yet recognized me but she knew I was familiar. Janet kept telling me how sorry she was. I believed her. I know what liquor does to women. I just winked at Mildreid and she kept that shit eating grin pasted to her face. Helen looked closely at me and with heavily slurred speech said.

"You need to have a drink with me, K? I know you... jesus tom. You got me drunk as a skunk."

With that she started sliding down in the seat and on her way under the table. I grabbed hold of her and lifted her up and back onto the seat.

"OK, Mildreid, what do we do now?"

"I say we dump them off upstairs and we go back to your place, Herr Tom."

She giggled foolishly but she was the sober of the three. She probably meant it too.

I was able to pick Helen up and carry her in my arms. Mildreid helped Janet and the four of us proceeded out the Tavern to the cheers of the drunken revelers.

"I'll be down in the morning, Hans, to square everything up." I said to him as we went out the door and headed around the corner.

Helen was clinging with her arms around my neck and Janet was beginning to come out of her drunkenness with the chill of the night air. The four of us climbed the stairs to the apartment and stumbled inside. I carried Helen to one of the rooms and laid her down on the bed. I even removed all of her clothes and tucked her in. She was completely out before I left the room.

Mildreid was sitting at the table nursing a coke while Janet, without a shred of modesty, stripped out of her clothing and walked naked back to my bedroom before returning wearing a tee shirt and panties. She sat across from me with a coke in her hand.

"Jesus, Tom, what the fuck happened?"

I just laughed at her comment.

"You were doing shots, several shots, of Bullenschluck with a table of horny German students. It's like German moonshine. I'd guess you all were about two or three more shots away from getting laid in a big way."

"Jesus Christ, that is awful."

Mildreid still had that shit eating grin. It wouldn't go away.

"I've got to crash bad." Janet said and she stumbled off to the other spare bedroom.

Mildreid got up, came over and sat in my lap.

"Mr. Tom, you didn't tell me you had two women in America."

"I didn't know they were both coming here."

"That's OK, as far as tonight is concerned, they still aren't here."

She nodded toward my bedroom and got up off my lap, taking my hand as she did.

She stood at the doorway to my room, crooked her finger and shed the rest of her clothing. With that, she turned and left the door open behind her.

I stood there for a moment and contemplated going back in the other direction toward my snoring former wife or my now near comatose lover before shedding my own clothes and climbing into my own bed next to a naked and beautiful German woman with the biggest shit eating grin on her face that I have ever seen.