Romance A Christmas Romance

[Lollobionda]

Boxing Day - In Marilyn's flat ...


When Marilyn woke up, the bed next to her was already empty. So Robert was already up. Almost startled, she looked at the clock: 9.00 am. She hadn't slept that long in a long time. She was suddenly afraid that Robert might already have made breakfast. Surely a guilty conscience would have come over her then. She jumped out of bed, dressed quickly, but when she came into the hall there was no smell of coffee.

If this had been under normal circumstances, she might have been disappointed that Robert couldn't have taken over even at Christmas. But now she was almost relieved. As she passed the living room door, she heard noises that sounded like a television.

She paid no further attention, went into the kitchen and prepared breakfast. When the table was set and the coffee machine was making its last bubbling sounds, she went into the living room to get her husband.

"Good morning, are you coming for breakfast?"

Wordlessly, Robert turned off the television with the remote control and rolled out of the armchair.

Silently they then sat opposite each other for a few minutes over breakfast, although Marilyn could tell Robert was thinking about something. Even the rolls Robert got himself from the basket this time, which he usually asked her to do.

Finally, however, he looked at his wife: "Where were you last night? It must have been very late, at least I didn't hear you."

"I just went for a walk. I just wanted to get out."

"And where were you?"

"First in the church, then in the arcades, and then just across town."

This was almost true.

"I see, in the church then..."

But Marilyn could tell from the expression on Robert's face that he didn't quite believe her. But he didn't ask any more questions. He probably knew that he wouldn't get an honest answer anyway if she had actually met with another man.

The rest of the morning went as expected: silence in the house. There was hardly a word exchanged between the two of them on this Boxing Day.

And so Marilyn was rather relieved when, shortly after lunch, Robert told her that he was now going to the cellar to tidy up a bit. Obviously this was a way for her husband to escape the situation.

Finally, she was sitting alone on the couch on Boxing Day! As she thought about what she could do now, she remembered the note in her jacket pocket. Hopefully Robert hadn't gone through her pockets, otherwise she would really be in need of an explanation now. But then he would surely have asked her about it right away. As if struck by lightning, she stood up and almost ran down the hall to the cloakroom.

"Thank God," the note was still in her jacket pocket. Then she held it in her hands. Should she?

It wasn't long before Martin picked up.

"Hello, this is Christmas acquaintance!" she announced, "slept in yet?"

"Tired again! Have you forgotten that I have a son who wants his breakfast at eight? And how are you?"

Marilyn was about to say something else when she heard Martin continue, "But I'm so glad you called!"

In one fell swoop, all the frustration with Robert was forgotten. A pleasant feeling immediately seized her body, the tension and her tiredness were blown away. But then she suddenly didn't know what she wanted to say to him. She had simply called him. Maybe because she just needed someone to talk to, or maybe because she had been looking forward to hearing his voice.


"Yes, but actually I don't have anything in particular, I just wanted to get in touch," she admitted honestly.

Then she did tell Martin about the difficult situation with her and that she couldn't come to the church square today. However, they arranged to meet the day after next. Robert would be going to the sports club for a meeting right after work and would not be home until late. They arranged to meet in the afternoon at a coffee shop near the church.

When she hung up, she was alone again. But the thought of this man revived feelings in her that she had not known for a long time. Like on her first dates, whole swarms of butterflies seemed to flutter around in her stomach and she would have liked to start counting the hours now until she would meet Martin. She lay back on the couch and enjoyed the butterflies, which caused a veritable mumbo-jumbo in her stomach area, and this pleasant feeling of being in love. But her husband Robert played no part in it.

She imagined what it would be like now to have Martin next to her on the couch.
Almost auNormanatically, Marilyn began to caress herself. She let her hands slide over her body, imagining they were Martin's hands. 
As they gently slid over her breasts, a shiver ran through her body. What she wouldn't have given now for these not to have been her hands! Gently she let her palms slide over the fabric of her blouse and felt her nipples stand up. 
She could now feel her nipples rubbing against her bra, but at the same time she was stroking her breasts so gently that she could also feel the tips of her nipples with her hands. 
She enjoyed how the arousal rose in her and her breathing deepened. She just let herself drift, enjoying how the arousal, starting from these touches, spread further and further in her body, how it began to tingle in her belly and in her pelvis and how she became wet between her legs.

She closed her eyes and began to knead her breasts. Her body became restless and then she began to roll slowly on the couch as she surrendered to the little twitches and arousal. 
But she also wanted more now. 
Her right hand came away from her breast and slid tenderly down her body, lifting her dress so that finally her hand came to rest on her sex. 
She was not surprised to feel the wetness of her panties. She pressed her thighs together so that her hand was now pressed firmly against her sex. Slowly, she now began to rub her pussy against that hand, trying to touch her clit in particular.
Little sighs escaped her mouth and it wasn't long before she could sense her first climax. Her hand pressed harder against her sex, her pelvis rubbed even harder against her hand and when she finally climaxed, she literally reared up. Groaning loudly, her other hand tightened so tightly on her breasts that it was almost painful. 
But she could no longer control herself. Again and again, small and larger waves rolled through her body. But when the arousal slowly subsided and she came to again, the tingling and the desire in her body had not yet found an end.

Without thinking any further about whether her husband might surprise her, she stood up and pulled her panties down over her feet. Then she lay down on the couch with her legs spread wide, resting one foot on the back of the couch while she placed the other foot on the floor.

Immediately afterwards, her hand slid over her mons veneris between her thighs again. When her fingers reached her clit, she gasped. It was almost too sensitive now. So she just stroked very gently around her pleasure button and enjoyed the little flashes that the touches sent shooting through her body. 
Again and again her fingers circled carefully around her pleasure button, she heard the smacking sounds caused by her wetness between her legs and then imagined Martin could watch her now. Before her eyes she now saw Martin sitting on the other side of the couch, to whom she was now presenting her pussy and bottom. 

She imagined how Martin's trousers would make a bulge and she could see his arousal. And she wanted to show him her arousal, her lust, her desire. But she also wanted more. She wanted to be filled. She wanted to feel something in her pussy too.

And so she let her hand wander further down. As her fingers parted her labia, she felt a sudden chill on her sex as the air met her wetness. The fact that by now her juices were running down between her buttocks and onto the couch was noticed, but she didn't care now.

Then she found her entrance and without resistance first two, then three fingers dived into her cave. While she began to play with her fingers inside, she now also tried to rub her clit against her palm, which succeeded to some extent. 
But the most exciting thing for her now was the idea that she was masturbating for Martin, that she wanted to show him her sex and her, yes, horniness. 
And when she finally began to thrust her pussy with her fingers herself, with now loud smacking noises, the next waves of her arousal were already rolling over her.

The leg on the backrest twitched and dropped down, while the other leg pressed firmly against the couch as if to keep her hand firmly in her sex.
Finally she lay on the couch breathing heavily and exhausted. When she finally took her fingers out of her pussy, the skin of her hand and fingers had already become a little wrinkled from her wetness. 
For a moment, however, she just lay there, just to catch her breath. But then she looked around and found her panties lying on the floor, just to wipe her hand on them.

Her knees were still shaking when she then went to fetch a kitchen towel to at least mostly remove the wet stain on the couch. As she did so, she passed the mirror on the hallway coat rack. 
Though she only glanced fleetingly in the mirror, she would soon have burst out laughing. She had never believed that sex could be so obvious to a woman. Her hair still hung in her face, which was still clearly red. She was also completely sweaty.

Almost amused, she stopped and looked at herself in the mirror for a while: "You look vulgar!" she whispered to her reflection, still surprised, "and what would Martin say if he saw you like this Marilyn?"

She gave herself the answer, "He would have had his fun!" 

Then she blew a kiss towards the mirror. But then suddenly her mind changed. No, not only would he have had his fun with it, no, she now wanted Martin to see her like that! She wanted to give him this facial expression, this world of feeling inside her! 
She wanted to share this longing, this release, this relief after the caresses with him. And at that moment she made the decision to sleep with Martin at the next opportunity. She wanted to feel him, she wanted to show him how much she enjoyed the caresses and the sex and she wanted to share this feeling with him. 
She would cheat on her husband with Martin!

When Robert came out of the cellar half an hour later, all traces had been removed.


Martin's heart had leapt when Marilyn had phoned him. It was good that he had been given leave for the week after Christmas because of his son. But exactly what was he doing with Norman, his son? He had slept at the two night meetings and already then he had had a guilty conscience. 
But now they were meeting in the afternoon! In any case, he didn't want to take him with him. 
Not that he would have stood in his way, but he didn't want to present another woman to his son so easily. He certainly wouldn't understand. But then he dialled another number, that of his in-laws.

In contrast to many stories he knew of other men, he had always got on very well with his mother-in-law. She was also the calming influence in their marriage, although she could be incredibly shrewd and also funny. 
Although he wouldn't tell her about another woman yet, he pretended that a friend needed him for moving work. 
And five minutes later it was agreed that Norman could go to grandma's the day after next.

Even though he loved his son more than anything, loved playing with him and keeping him busy, he could hardly concentrate on playing with him the next day. 
The anticipation of tomorrow's meeting kept his thoughts circling into other spheres. 
Even in the evening, Martin went to bed early because he could hardly wait for the next day. 
He would have found it difficult to spend the evening alone in his living room.

And so he could hardly wait for the next day...

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