It's Not Cheating by Laran Mithras Page A

show you."
    I got out of his chair, feeling a worm coiling in me
thinking about the second video. "That was the best man?"
    "In the second? Yeah." He was typing, changing
screens to his business email.
    "It looked like the wife was gone." The memory of
her moans as the best man drove his cock into her echoed through my head.
    He grinned up at me. "Yeah, she had a lot of fun in
that. I think she likes the best man." His email came up and he clicked a
folder, then an email. He clicked the attachment. "There she is. Rolf,
too."
    Heidi and Rolf were leaning up against a railing – trees in
the distance behind them. The sun shone in their faces. Both were waving. Heidi
was almost white in the hair, but the blonde-white. The laugh lines were deep.
Her eyes were squinted in the sun.
    Rolf was not as handsome as Dieter. He had a half smile on
his face, but his brows were drawn down – as if he was worried the person
taking the picture was doing it right.
    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?