Romance A Christmas Romance

[Lollobionda]

Hello friends,


to end the year (2021), here's a short erotic read to enjoy....

The story happened years ago, not word for word but some passages are true events. 
The rest, however, is fantasy...

Names and places have been changed !

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I wish you all a blessed and happy new year.

Lollobionda

[Lollobionda]

Martin bent down and gave Norman, his 7-year-old son, a kiss on the forehead. 
The cot squeaked slightly as the 34-year-old leaned forward, supporting himself on the edge of the bed. Norman had already closed his eyes and his father didn't know if he had already fallen asleep or if he was just too tired to react.

When Martin slowly sat up again, he looked at his son in the light of the small bedside lamp. 
He loved him. 
It was his everything and on some days, like Christmas now, he couldn't help but indulge in sentimental feelings. Martin just sat and looked at Norman. He should go back to the hairdresser after the holidays, it went through Martin's mind as he looked at a long strand hanging down Norman's forehead. Finally, his son's breaths were even and deep and Martin was sure he was now asleep.

It was the first Christmas they had to spend alone now, after Norman's mother had died in a car accident exactly one year ago, on Christmas Eve. Like a film, the images reappeared before Martin's eyes. The images when the doorbell rang at noon and he saw the two security officermen standing there. He had immediately guessed that something must have happened to Ashley, his wife. But the first thoughts that she would probably have to stay in hospital for a while and that everything would be fine again had then been quickly dispelled by the two security officermen in the living room. She would not have had a chance, they said. An oncoming truck had overtaken her. She had probably braked and in doing so had skidded and crashed directly into the truck. The driver who had caused the accident, however, was a fugitive. 

The security officer searched for a chrysler for several weeks, but were unable to find it. The lorry driver had not seen the number plate again. At first, it was said that it would not be difficult to find the car, as the chrysler had still collided with Ashley's car at the right rear and therefore there must have been a little damage to the rear wing. When the car came in for repair, at the latest, they would know. At first, this kept Martin busy for a while, but later only emptiness remained in his life.

It was hard for both of them at first and Martin had often asked himself why some couples got divorced only to be as alone as he had often felt since the death of his wife. Ashley had been his childhood sweetheart and he couldn't have found a better wife. He had loved Ashley more than anything and it had taken him a few months to slowly pick himself up mentally. For a long time he had felt as if he had fallen into a hole from which there could be no way out.
But now it was all catching up with him again. Christmas, a festival of joy? Perhaps, but also a festival of remembrance and thoughts! He felt that he still hadn't got over her death.
Quietly he got up and left Norman's room. After closing the children's room door quietly, he listened at the door again to see if Norman was really asleep. But even at that moment Martin could not have said whether he was just listening out of concern for his son to see if he had really fallen asleep, or whether he was simply looking to be close to this, his, no, their child.

Finally, he almost had to jerk himself away from the door and go back into the living room. The electric candles were still burning on the Christmas tree and only now, when Martin entered the room, did he notice that the toys he had given Norman were all scattered on the floor. The little train set as well as the pirate ship made of Lego bricks.
More out of habit and to dispel the silence, he knelt on the floor, put the toys together and only then dropped down on the couch. His gaze fixed on the electric candles and he remembered how he had bought the candles and some other ornaments at a Christmas market with Ashley a few years ago. It had been a small, almost dingy stall and they had felt kind of sorry for the old woman standing in the stall, thickly muffled up and wearing old, worn and probably home-knitted gloves. Actually, they hadn't wanted to buy anything, but in the end they had a big box to lug home.

Martin felt himself getting melancholic and a tear came loose and rolled down his cheek. No, that was the last thing he wanted now: to sit in the living room and mourn his wife again. She was dead, he had to deal with that. There was another life too.But this damned tree and these candles...

[Lollobionda]

Finally, he gave himself a push, stood up and looked for a piece of paper:

"Out for a walk!" he wrote in big letters. If Norman really woke up, he should know where he was. His mobile phone number was permanently stored in the house phone so that his offspring could always reach him.

Then he put on his warm winter boots, a thick jumper and a coat. A fur hat and a scarf completed his outfit and so he stepped into the cold night.

It was a Christmas straight out of a picture book. The night was clear and icy. He estimated the temperature to be about 11 degrees below freezing and as he took his first steps on the pavement, he heard the crunch of snow under his feet. At first he just walked aimlessly through the area. But the shadowiness in the darker alleys made him uneasy and so he turned towards the city centre, where soon the street lights became brighter and the Christmas carols from the loudspeakers of the commercial buildings more frequent.

Finally he reached the town square. Stars and garlands hung everywhere, turning the whole square into a bright hall. A light wind made the garlands sway and dance, so that a funny back and forth of shadows took place on the pavement. 
Finally, his gaze turned to the town church, which was lit up with powerful spotlights and literally illuminated the entire square. Organ music could be heard from inside.

He glanced at the clock. It was now 10 p.m. past. The Christmas mass had begun. He briefly considered going to church, but he still wanted to be alone. He would manage without this distraction.

As he was about to move on, his eyes fell on a bench that had been cleared of snow and looked dry. Obviously, someone had sat on the bench and therefore cleared it of snow beforehand. Perhaps churchgoers who had been to church a little earlier? He had never noticed this bench before, although he had lived here for years. But since he didn't know exactly what he wanted, he just sat down on the bench and let the images surround him: the snow-covered square, the lights, the organ playing from the church...

[Lollobionda]

Christmas Eve - same time on the other side of town ...

Marilyn was running out of time. Actually, she only wanted to prepare something simple for dinner this year. But Robert, her husband insisted on the traditional duck. He just loved hearty food. And looked like it too! When she had married him, he had a great athletic figure. 

He did a lot of sport and she loved that body. Through Robert, she had also started to exercise regularly. 

But while her husband suddenly felt too old from his 30s onwards and from one day to the next drew a line under any sporting activity, she herself had noticed how good the exercise did her and now jogged every week at least once, sometimes more often, along the local fitness trail. The fact that she also kept her slim figure made her somehow proud. Robert, on the other hand, had not minded at all that one could almost watch him coming apart like a yeast dough. 
When he finally weighed over 95 kg, he also adopted a great saying: "A man under 95 kg is an empty pair of trousers!"
The first time Marilyn heard the saying was when she was trying to gently break it to him that she wasn't actually that into squishy rescue tyres, but was more attracted to more muscular men. Marilyn only thought her piece of it. What else could she do?

But even so, Robert developed more and more into a pasha, although he had been a very attentive, tender husband at the beginning of the marriage. But Marilyn took it for granted over time and assumed that this was how things would be when first love was over and one had been married for some time. And so the love affairs became less and less and there was only something going on in bed every fortnight. And that was not safe. Here Robert had grumbled a few times that he didn't get any more action, but Marilyn had only denied it. Although she actually liked sex and was certainly willing to experiment, she simply turned off the fullness of her husband's body. Positions that would have required a bit of fitness were no longer possible anyway and the riding position alone was not only boring in the long run, but she found it simply abhorrent when 20 kilograms of fatty tissue rocked back and forth with every movement she made. She had even considered going to a swingers' club with him to have real sex again. Robert might even have liked that, but she would have been ashamed of her husband, so she had dropped the idea.

But even so, she had no real desire to go to bed with her husband. There was hardly any other tenderness any more anyway, and she didn't find it very exciting just to spread her legs when her husband had another hard-on.

Why she hadn't told him more clearly that she hated his slippery astral body and didn't feel desired by him any more, she didn't know herself. It probably wouldn't have done any good anyway, except for a fight, and she wanted to avoid that at all costs. She hated quarrels, and because of the bed even more.

On the other hand, she had everything she needed. Robert earned reasonably well. So they had been able to afford this little house and didn't have to turn over every cent twice. They had also remained childless, as Robert preferred to have his peace and quiet, so that an undisturbed life could have been possible. He also took care of everything to do with the house or the cars. Actually, she had a carefree life.

"Marilyn, have you finished the salad yet?" she heard Robert's voice coming from the living room.

"No, but if you could help a little, it might go faster!" she called over.

"I'd love to, but you know I can't cook!" it came back.

"You're not supposed to cook either, just help a bit!"

"Nice try, but not a chance!"

"Asshole!" thought Marilyn, but only uttered it softly so that Robert couldn't hear.

While she was finally, completely sweaty, cutting up the duck and putting the potato dumplings on the serving plate, she suddenly remembered that she hadn't even wrapped Robert's present yet!
She would try to persuade Robert to clear the table after the meal. That might just be doable - at least at Christmas. In the meantime, she would quickly wrap his package in wrapping paper.

"Dinner ready!" she called across to the living room.

Immediately a head popped up between the doorframe.

"Smells good!"

A compliment at least!

Soon they sat together at the table and ate the fowl. Robert seemed satisfied and Marilyn also tasted her cooked.

"Robert, could you clear the table after dinner, I want to put on something else?"

He looked at her in surprise, but then twisted his face into a friendly smile, "Yes, darling, I'd love to!"

"Honey? I'd love to?" He must have been thinking of something else when he heard the word dressed than she was!
Marilyn smirked to herself. 

He would realise he was barking up the wrong tree. She had decorated the Christmas tree in the morning, then quickly whipped up something for lunch. When she thought she could afford another hour on the couch, he insisted that she should have coffee with him and now she had been standing alone in the kitchen for over two hours while her pasha enjoyed the couch.

No, she would maybe have a glass of wine tonight, maybe two, and then let Christmas be what it really was for her: the end of a stressful day!

When they had finished eating, Marilyn stood up.

"And are you doing...?"

"Sure!"

Marilyn quickly disappeared into the bedroom. She took out the small box of tie pin she had hidden under her underwear and wrapped it in paper. She had come up with the idea at this year's association meeting. An association representative had been invited to the meeting, who palavered about all sorts of things completely uninteresting to her and was wearing a tie pin. Robert had stared at it for some time and then thought that this pin was an interesting thing. 

Robert did not often wear a tie. But what else could one give as a present?

She then quickly changed into something else. For one thing, the skirt and blouse smelled like roast meat, and for another, she had told Robert that she would wear something else (although Robert had certainly thought more of the underwear underneath!).

When she came back downstairs, the table had indeed been cleared, although not wiped down. Also, although the plates and cutlery had disappeared into the dishwasher, why couldn't he just put the pots and other cookware into the machine either? 

"Men!" was all she could think of to say.

He had already made the living room festive for that. The candles on the tree were burning while the room lights were dimmed. He had even placed a real candle on the table and lit it. The scent of wax was in the air and Robert knew Marilyn loved that smell.

"Merry Christmas!" Marilyn crooned as she handed the small package to her husband.

"You too!" he said, a smile on his face as he pulled out what looked like an envelope wrapped in Christmas paper.

Marilyn simply tore the paper open with her fingers. Robert had given her a voucher for a trial course at the local fitness club. Although Marilyn had also read the advertisement for the special offer, she was pleased that Robert had tried to give her something that would also interest her.

She now looked eagerly at her husband, who was just taking the small lid off the box. Marilyn had even put some of her savings on top of it so that she could get a very nice piece for Robert.

"What's that? A tie pin?"

His expression was one of surprise rather than joy. Marilyn felt disappointment welling up inside her. She was sure that he would be pleased. But this was obviously not the case.

"Yes, don't you like it?"

"Yes, I do, but..."

"But what...?"

"When do you want me to use it?"

"Well, every now and then even you wear a tie. Then you can put the needle on."

"Yeah, but what do my mates say when I show up with a tie pin like that? They think I'm totally out of touch!"

"What do you mean...?" Marilyn was now not only disappointed, but surprised.

"The pins are only for people who have to show that they have lots of money. I'll just make a fool of myself if I show up with a tie pin like that!"

"Are you crazy!" it just slipped out of Marilyn's mouth and she was already sorry when she said it, but now it was already out.

Robert looked at her angrily.

"Marilyn, I know you meant well. But you were exaggerating. I'm not going out on the street with something like that!"

"Marilyn, you're sweet but you're too stupid to buy anything for me!" it hammered in her head and then she couldn't stop herself.

Probably all the stress of the day and now this disappointment made the barrel overflow. She began to tremble, tried to keep herself under control, but she couldn't.

Thick tears ran down her face as she hissed at her husband:

"What do you think you're doing? Playing the pasha, not getting your belly into gear and then playing the sensitive little thing to your friends. Fuck you!"

Enraged, she threw the envelope she was still holding onto the table, turned around and ran out of the living room. She only wanted one thing: to get away, to get away from this man and this house! Everything in her trembled, she felt a heat in her head as if she had a fever, as she left the living room beside herself. At that moment, everything that had been building up inside her over the last few months had been unloaded. The neglect, the feeling of being taken advantage of, her loneliness!

When Robert came out of the living room, Marilyn had already thrown on her jacket and stormed out of the front door into the open air. Robert only heard the bang of the door, then he was alone.

Marilyn just ran along the path. She was angry, disappointed and beside herself. She was still shaking and had trouble concentrating on the path. She just ran along the path. She paid no attention to where she was going, whether she met anyone or whether the path she was taking was cleared of snow or not. As if auNormanatically, her feet sought their way without her knowing where she was actually going. It was only after a while that she caught her breath and was able to calm down again. Exhausted, drained, she simply stopped and leaned against a house wall. She fought tears, not knowing if they were tears of sadness or just anger that ran down her cheeks and caused the lump in her throat.

She considered going back home, but quickly realised that she shouldn't do that now. Perhaps she had indeed overreacted, but so much had built up inside her over the last weeks and months that had now suddenly vented itself that she even now felt genuinely relieved. Even if she felt a little ashamed of her outburst, Robert should at least realise that he was not entirely innocent of it. When she remembered that she had addressed his "paunch", she could no longer hold back a smirk. And she even felt proud to have finally brought it up.

She looked around. She was now standing in the church square. She could hear music coming from the church, so Matins must have already started. She remembered that in the autumn, before it had become even cold, the congregation had put up a small bench in front of the church. It was cold, but perhaps she could sit there for a while and calm herself further in the proximity of the church and in the sound of the songs that could be heard from the church. Softly the snow crunched under her steps, which now led her quickly to the bench....

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[Lollobionda]

Christmas Eve - At the church ...


Martin didn't know how long he had been sitting on the bench. It must have been a few minutes before he heard the soft crunching of snow, which quickly grew louder. Obviously someone was approaching. Perhaps someone had missed the mead. 

But he didn't care. He just wanted to sit here and look at the lights.

Suddenly the crunching had stopped and now Martin looked in the direction from which he had heard the footsteps earlier. A woman stood in front of him, wrapped in a thick winter quilted jacket. She wore a headscarf that somehow did not match the jacket at all. A dress was also peeking out from under the jacket. The whole thing looked somehow thrown together and just didn't fit. 
It occurred to Martin that the woman might not be right in the head and he looked at her more closely.
But then he could not believe his eyes ...

Large blue eyes peeped out from under the headscarf. One could see that they looked teary. Surely they marked an otherwise funny, happy face, because on her cheeks he could see some small but clearly visible freckles. Fine eyebrows ran across their eyes. The nose was medium sized, but prominent. The face was slender, with slightly protruding cheekbones, but conveyed an otherwise soft, feminine complexion. A few tufts of brunette hair peeked out almost cheekily from under her headscarf.
He stared at her as if she were from another star and just barely managed to stifle himself from calling out the name; Ashley!

In front of him stood a woman who could have been the twin sister of his Ashley. He eyed her up and down. Even though her figure was difficult to judge under the thick jacket, she was also probably very similar in appearance to his late wife. This woman also seemed to be very athletic and slim. In any case, muscular, firm ankles peeked out from under the dress, which were strangely hidden in moon boots and did not want to match the dress that was sticking out from under the jacket either.

Martin noticed that he was literally staring at the woman in front of him, but he simply could not take his eyes off her.
It was only when the woman looked down at herself, probably only now realising that she was dressed somewhat unconventionally, that she thought she recognised the reason for his gaze:
"I know the composition probably doesn't quite fit," she said in a strange, melancholy voice, "but..." She paused slightly, 

"I was in a bit of a hurry to leave the house."

The expression on her face, the mood she conveyed and what she said gave only one conclusion for Martin: marital strife!

"Excuse me," Martin said kindly, "I didn't mean to stare at you like that. And your outfit wasn't the reason I stared at you like that either. But you reminded me of someone."

"Someone very close to me," he then added.

"Stand?" Marilyn inquired cautiously, "your wife left you?"

And then she would have bitten her lips in a moment. Why was she so curious, it wasn't really any of her business.

"No, my wife died in a car accident exactly one year ago today."

"Ohh, I'm sorry to hear that." Marilyn was almost embarrassed now, "I didn't mean to, I mean."

"No, that's all right. I was just staring at them. They just look a lot like my wife. I almost thought she had a twin sister I hadn't known about."

"And I'm afraid I can't come up with a twin sister either!"

Norman had to grin. And Marilyn couldn't help but smile back either. All at once Robert was forgotten.

"And her? If I'm honest, it looks like Christmas stress in the family."

Marilyn nodded and almost instantly the pain returned. 
The smile disappeared and her expression darkened abruptly.

Norman noticed her reaction, "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend."

"No," the woman agreed, "that's fine with me too."

Wordlessly they looked at each other for a while. 

Martin was still surprised by the resemblance and somehow also excited, while Marilyn found this man in front of her on the bench interesting. She liked him. Both his appearance and the way he spoke to her. 
Also because of the wintry clothes, his stature was hard to judge, but he certainly didn't have a bullet in front of him and the face made an honest impression.

"If you want, you are welcome to sit down," Norman finally made an offer. He wanted to be friendly with this too, but at the same time he was especially interested in this woman whom he had never seen before, although she was obviously also from this place.

"Gladly," she accepted the offer. In a strange way, she too was interested in learning more about this man.

"So may I ask what drives a woman into town alone on a bench in front of the church at this time on Christmas?"

She eyed him. Somehow she really felt like getting all the frustration off her chest, but she didn't know this man at all. So why should she tell him, of all people, everything.

"If you also tell me later why such an attractive..." she bit her lips. 

Why had she let herself get carried away? Still, she liked the grateful smile she now had on the man's face. "...I mean, why they're sitting alone on the bench in front of the church at this time of night."

When Martin nodded in agreement, she began to narrate. She confined herself, however, only to the incident with the tie pin and her disappointment about it.
But Norman knew, of course, that there must be more to it. Still, he held back from asking more.

And so later they talked about his wife, how much he had loved her, and about his son. Even when the mass finally ended and people streamed out of the church, the two of them still sat on the pew and talked. Norman kind of liked this woman. She seemed to be very similar not only in appearance to his wife, but also in her nature to his Ashley. And it seemed as if he was also interested in this woman, even if she was married. But at the moment they were not doing anything that seemed offensive.

Even when the lights of the fairy lights went out, they still chatted with each other and it seemed as if all sorrow and anger had disappeared. They joked, made jokes and it was as if they had known each other forever.
Then at some point Marilyn, which was how she had imagined Norman, said that he was getting cold to her and that it was time to come home anyway, before her husband would actually come looking for her. While she was sure he would never do that and would probably be asleep for a long time instead, it was a good reason to end the conversation now. Besides, she was now 
the fatigue of the long day. On the other hand, she felt inside her the fascination this man had for her. Not only did she feel perfectly comfortable around him, she even felt very attracted to him in a very pleasant way.

And then something happened that was somehow auNormanatic. She didn't want it to and didn't think about it for long. It just happened.

Before Marilyn rose to make her way home, she leaned forward and her lips met Norman's mouth. While this was surprising to him as well, the woman's warm, soft lips on his felt excellent. He enjoyed the feeling and was almost disappointed when they moved away again after a few seconds. Only now did the thought occur to him why he had not taken this woman in his arms now. Had he missed a chance now?

But Marilyn was just as surprised at what she had just done. Why had she now kissed this man who was still a complete stranger to her? Almost embarrassed, she almost jumped up from the bench.

"Thank you for the evening," she whispered to him. 

Then she had already disappeared between the houses.

Norman sat transfixed on the bench for a few more minutes. What had just happened? He had met a woman who had touched him inside, whose closeness he had enjoyed very much, not only because of her resemblance to Ashley. And then that kiss. He wasn't pushy, he wasn't demanding, he was just...
 
What was he actually? A thank you?

Norman still thought he felt her lips on his and he hoped he could keep that feeling for a long time. Then he too got up and went home. But even in bed he could not fall asleep for a long time, the encounter with Marilyn had stirred him up too much. For the first time in a year he felt an almost consuming longing for a woman again...

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[Lollobionda]

Christmas Day - At Martin's home


While Martin was preparing breakfast for himself and his son, he was in a better mood than he had been for a long time. All at once the veil of his sadness had lifted, like the fog that dissipates with the warmth of the sun and eventually disappears altogether. No, he hadn't forgotten Ashley, but somehow he felt he could finally let go.

He didn't know the woman from last night, but he had finally felt like a man again and had realised that he could approach other people, and especially women, and open up again. Maybe he would never see this woman again, he could not describe his feelings for her either, but she had triggered something in him that he had no longer expected. But what he knew was that now a new life would begin. A life in which Ashley was what she was: a life with the memory of a woman he had loved very much, but also a life in which he now knew that it would continue. Even without Ashley!

Almost unconsciously, he whistled one Christmas carol after another as he placed the plates, cups and cutlery on the table. Sometimes it was Chingle Bell, sometimes Silent Night. It didn't even matter to him that he couldn't whistle the whole carols, but only the well-known pieces from them. 

It was only his son who brought him back into the world: "Dad, you can whistle?!"

Surprised, Martin looked towards the door, where his little Filius was standing on the doorpost, staring at him with wide-open eyes. Martin's gaze fell on his pyjama trousers, which had slipped down a little and Norman was now standing with his heels on the waistband.

"Sure I can whistle," Martin said, not knowing which to smile more about. 

Of the surprised look and the question of his offspring, or of the picture Norman gave standing in the doorway.

"Come on, breakfast!"

"But Dad, I'm not allowed in my pyjamas..."

"You are today, it's Christmas!"

Norman looked at his father in wonder. 
Something was wrong with him. He hadn't seen his dad in such a good mood for a long time, and he had never dreamed that he would be allowed to have breakfast in his pyjamas.

Almost a little uncertainly, he crept up to his father, who had sat down on the chair in front of the table. As if he didn't quite trust the peace yet, he stopped once more in front of
in front of Martin and looked at him questioningly.

But immediately the two of them sat at the breakfast table and while Martin smeared the bread with lots of Nutella for his son, his son's mouth was already adorned with a wide strip of the cocoa that Martin had already placed on the table.

While he passed the bread over to his son's plate, he was already wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his pyjamas. Martin would dispose of the pyjamas in the washing machine later.

Hungrily, Norman reached for the bread, but before he took a bite, he put it back again, "Dad?"

"Yes?"

"I had a dream about Mum today."

Martin looked over at his son. For a moment he thought he would be overcome by grief again, but then all that remained was a quiet but pleasant thought of remembrance and gratitude.

"So, what did you dream about her?"

"Mum was in my bedroom saying that she was looking after us and that she knew we still loved her very much."

"She's probably right about that!"

"Yes, but then she said that I shouldn't be sad any more because otherwise she's sad too and that she'd rather we were really great fun too. Then she's happy too. And that daddy is sure to find me a very dear mummy again soon. "

Norman looked at his father uncertainly and a small tear ran down his cheek before it silently fell onto the fabric of his pyjamas.

Martin looked at his son questioningly. All of a sudden everything was different again. All of a sudden there was that lump in his throat again and he himself had trouble holding back his tears. He knew there was a fairy tale in which the dead mother asks her child not to cry any more. Had Norman heard it somewhere? 

He couldn't remember anyone telling Norman this fairy tale. But then where had he got this idea from? Had he really dreamt it so easily?

But then he remembered the woman from last night. Im felt as if he too had met his wife as if in a dream.

"Norman!" Martin's voice was low and sounded uncertain now.

"I think I even met mum last night. She even gave me a kiss!"

Norman's eyes widened, "Really?!" 
His body trembled slightly and Martin saw the boy becoming restless.

"Come here, I think my lips are even warm!"

Slowly Norman slid wordlessly from his chair and slowly came around the table until he was standing in front of his father.

Martin took his son's small hand, took his index finger and placed it on his lips. Norman looked at him, puzzled and uncertain. Surely he didn't know what to make of all this, but he trusted his father, as children must trust their parents.


But then it seemed as if Norman actually felt something, because he let his finger slide slowly over his father's lips. Carefully, as if he didn't want to wipe away the warmth he thought he felt, he went back and forth without taking his finger from his father's lips.

But then it seemed to overwhelm the boy. He wrapped his arms around his father's neck and pressed himself tightly against his chest.

"But how...I mean...how can you meet mummy?" he whispered in his father's ear.

"Norman. It's Christmas and Christmas is a lot of things!"

Martin almost believed it himself. Something had happened that neither he nor his son could comprehend.

It took some time for the two of them to calm down. Afterwards, Martin cleared the dishes from the table and the two began to play with the toys that the Christ Child had brought. Norman was particularly fond of the pirate ship and boarded an old shoe box at least five times, on which he had painted a colourful flag to represent the treasure ship.

Only when Martin had to prepare lunch did he leave the boy alone again. 

While he began to let off steam in the kitchen, he remembered the woman's encounter and his boy's dream. Martin had absolutely nothing to do with esotericism or the supernatural, but could it all be coincidence? He tried to suppress it, but could not.

And when he had put Norman back to bed in the evening, his decision was made to visit the bench in front of the church again. He found the idea of waiting on a bench in the cold for a woman he had met there by chance the day before and who was also married completely idiotic and abstruse.
But what did he have to lose?

When he arrived, everything was quiet. The lamps cast their light on the path as they had the day before, making the snow glisten, while the lights on the garlands made their shadows flit dimly across the paths as they moved. He wondered if he shouldn't leave right away. He would surely be cold soon and catching a cold just because of a fantasy was a bit too stupid for him. The thought of having to explain to his doctor where he had caught the flu made him smile.

But then he settled down on the bench and decided to wait until exactly 11 p.m....

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[Lollobionda]

First Christmas Day - In Marilyn's flat ...


Marilyn couldn't get the man she had met the day before out of her mind. She had felt drawn to this man in a way she had not experienced for a long time. Yet she had only known him for a short time.

And then she had even kissed him! Why had she done that? Something like that had never happened to her before, but somehow it had come over her and afterwards she was quite embarrassed. And yet: even when she had come home, she thought she could still feel the warmth of his lips on hers, even though it had only been a brief kiss.

Maybe it was just because she had been able to talk to a man again for a long time. Not about work or the household, that was still possible with Robert, her husband. No, it was as if she could talk about her feelings, just about everything, in his presence. And it had done her so much good to be able to talk so openly and honestly with someone again and to be taken seriously, even if it was a stranger! But why had she only kissed him? Maybe they could have talked some more? But everything seemed so familiar, so close. She closed her eyes and brought the moment of the kiss back into her thoughts once more. She felt the tingling in her body and knew: she had fallen in love!

But that was not allowed to be! She was married and had no intention of cheating on her husband. Even though she had already thought about separation several times in the last few months. Actually, she was alone, alone with her household, her worries and her feelings. Robert didn't care much about that any more. For him, it was important to have his hearty meal on the table in the evening and to spend a lot of time with his football buddies. But maybe she could meet this man again? I wonder if he was at the church again today? Maybe she should just go to that pew again? But wasn't that playing with fire?

Robert would certainly not suspect anything if she went for another walk. He didn't care anyway. She looked at her watch. It was half past nine. If she hurried, she could make it in 15 minutes. It would be the same time as yesterday.

She felt nervousness rising inside her. She knew, no, she felt more, that she was beginning to play with fire. And even though she tried to tell herself now that she just wanted to talk to this man, she secretly knew that she didn't just want to meet this man, she wanted to be near him.

She looked over at her husband who was sitting next to her on the couch, staring at the TV picture without paying any attention to her.

"I'm going to get some fresh air," she said to her husband, who only managed an inarticulate "mmh" without taking his eyes off the screen.

"I'm going to get some fresh air," she said to her husband, who only managed an inarticulate "mmh" without taking his eyes off the screen...

* * * * *

Shortly before 11.00 p.m. in the church square ...

Slowly but surely the cold crept under Martin's jacket. He felt the cold against his body and it made him uncomfortable. He looked at the church clock: 10:45 pm. Another 15 minutes he would wait. And all at once disappointment spread. How could he be so naïve as to believe that he could meet this woman here again today? Why should she get involved with him? Just because he had happened to sit here and talk to her last night.

Martin wondered if he shouldn't go straight home and have some hot tea. It would certainly do him good. Besides, it would certainly be more sensible than catching a cold here on the cold bench. And yet, what are 5 minutes, he weighed and decided to wait those few minutes.

But when the clock tower struck 11 p.m., it was silent. No one was to be seen or heard. Once again Martin looked around, stood up and looked in the direction from which the woman had come the night before, as if expecting another miracle.
But why should there be two miracles this Christmas. He had already seen it as a miracle that he was allowed to meet this woman who was so similar to his Ashley. He didn't want to hope for a second miracle.

When Martin could see no one, he took another deep breath and blew the air hissing through his mouth into the cold night. Instantly, a mist of steam formed right in front of his face, as if a steam engine was blowing its vapour into the air. Then he turned and walked across to the footpath alongside the shops, where the displays were all still brightly lit.

He looked almost wistfully at the various stars and angels, turkeys and Santas decorating the displays as he slowly strolled along the path alone in the night. He wished once again that he had this woman with him now. Almost wistfully, he imagined them hooked together, strolling past the shops together, looking at the things on display. And most of all, he would enjoy feeling her warmth beside him.

As quickly as she could, Marilyn pulled on her warm boots, threw on her coat and left the house. Almost frantically, she looked at her wristwatch. She had to hold her hand at a slight angle so that the lantern light could illuminate the dial. 

Ten minutes to go, she had to hurry! As quickly as she could, she walked up the path to the town. Again and again, walking turned into a short run until she finally reached the town square, already completely out of breath. Just as she turned into the square, she heard the bells chime. It was only a few more minutes, then she would know if this man was waiting for her or if it would only remain a pipe dream for her.

Finally, she could already make out the church entrance and she would only have to walk a few more steps before she could see the pew. She felt herself getting nervous and unsure. Although it was deep frost, her hands were sweating. When was the last time she had felt like this about a man? She didn't know, it had been too long.

Then finally she could see the bench and stopped abruptly: the bench was empty. She didn't know which feelings were predominant at that moment: Anger at herself for having been so naïve as to believe that this man was waiting for her again, or disappointment that he really wasn't here.

She felt that annoying lump in her throat and she couldn't stop her eyes from filling with tears. Hopefully, no acquaintance would meet her now. What was she going to tell him about why she was crying?

Without thinking any further, however, she continued walking. She didn't know why, but at least she wanted to get to that bench. Maybe she could at least dream a little bit about this man?

Finally she stood in front of the bench. She had regained control of her emotional life and the tears she had finally wiped away with her sleeve were no longer there. Lost in thought, she used her foot to push apart small piles of snow that had left footprints in the fresh snow.


"Would have been too good," she whispered to herself. 

When she had levelled all the footsteps around the bench, she traced the prints in the snow with her gaze. They led over to the shops. But what struck her now was that they must still be new. When she had left the house, it had still been snowing. But these prints were still barely covered with fresh snow! Wasn't he supposed to...?

She began to tremble slightly again from excitement and without thinking further she decided to follow the footsteps. The footsteps kept piling up in front of one shop window or another. Obviously, this person had not been in a hurry, but had always stayed just outside one shop or another. Perhaps she would catch up with this stranger after all and then she could see if her wish was still fulfilled. And with that thought, her steps quickened again.

Further ahead, however, the path would lead into the arcades. There, however, the tracks would probably be lost. But it was still worth a try. She almost hurried the last few metres along the pavement, then turned right around the corner of the building and entered the arcades. Then she stopped...

Her heart began to race when she saw him. HE was standing in front of a jewellery shop, looking at the goods on display. So HE was at the bank and she would soon have missed him. But now...

Slowly she walked towards him. Though her footsteps crunched softly on the pavement and echoed between the walls, he seemed to take no notice. Only when she stood directly behind him did he seem to notice her. He lifted his head and Marilyn could see his face in the reflection of the shop window. Almost jerkily he turned and looked at her with a surprised, then smiling face.

"Merry Christmas!" whispered Marilyn, partly because she couldn't think of anything better to say now, while not taking her eyes off him.

Even though she knew him only slightly, there was no denying his joy in his face. As he smiled at her, little wrinkles formed at the corners of his eyes and she could see little dimples in his cheeks.

"Merry Christmas!"

She didn't know how long they stood there like that, just looking at each other and enjoying the happiness inside them. Maybe it was just a minute, maybe it was 10, neither of them could have told later. In any case, he seemed to feel exactly the same as they did!

Finally, Martin slowly pushed his hand forward until he felt the warmth of her fingers. Still Marilyn hesitated to give him his hand. The situation was too new, too confusing. But as his hand tightened around hers, she gave in to his request and soon their hands were clasped.
"Thank you for the kiss last night," Norman finally said, "even though it came as a surprise, but I enjoyed it very much. I hadn't had a kiss in a long time, at least not from a woman. And especially not one as soulful."

Then he grinned mischievously: "Little children's kisses are sometimes a bit wet!"


They both laughed.

"No, I want to thank you," Marilyn returned, "it was a wonderful evening!"

Then they said nothing for a while, just held hands and looked into each other's eyes. It was clear to both of them what had happened: they had fallen in love on that bench. In love like two teenagers who were now also aware that another person, Marilyn's husband, was also involved - at least that would not be left out.

At some point Norman offered his arm to Marilyn, who hooked it as a matter of course, and so they strolled through the arcades together. Since it was already late and hardly anyone was still in the streets, it was also very unlikely that they would be observed at their first meeting.

They talked about their lives, their deeds and misdeeds, about everything that people talk about when they have just met and want to get to know each other. Time flew by and slowly the cold crept through their jackets and especially Marilyn's feet felt like icicles.

"Warming up a bit wouldn't be bad now," Norman finally suggested when he noticed that his new acquaintance was freezing.

"I don't think," Marilyn said with a sly smile, "that we're going to get anything anywhere this time of night!"

Norman wondered if he should ask her that, but then decided, "If you want, I'll buy you another coffee at my place. And really just a coffee. Afterwards I can take you home."

He knew that this game was often just an attempt to get the lady of the heart into one's own den, but he hoped that Marilyn would believe that he really only wanted to offer her a coffee to warm up. But he simply had a great desire to have this woman near him for longer.

Accordingly, Marilyn thought long and hard about whether she should really accept the offer. Besides, she didn't want to show up at a man's flat right at the beginning. But somehow she had found trust in this man and besides, she was actually terribly cold, but at home she didn't want to make herself any tea or coffee either. If Robert had woken up, she would have had a problem explaining her long evening walk to him. This way he would surely be asleep by now and wouldn't know tomorrow what time she had got home.

"All right I'll come with you, but just for a coffee!"

"Promise!" Norman felt like he was in seventh heaven.

A short time later he unlocked the front door to his flat and let Marilyn enter. He took her jacket from her and escorted her into the living room.

"Make yourself comfortable, I'll make some coffee quickly, or would you prefer some tea?"

"Coffee would be good!" and soon the gurgle of the coffee machine could be heard in the flat and the smell of freshly brewed coffee drifted through the
flat.

As the two feasted on the warm drink, they continued to chat and after the many months, laughter could now be heard again in Norman's flat. Norman was a little afraid that his son might wake up, but he was already sleeping too soundly.

Around 2.00 a.m. Marilyn then said that she slowly had to go home. She still needed a few hours sleep and asked Norman if he could take her home, which he gladly agreed to. Shortly afterwards, the two of them were in Norman's car and on their way to Marilyn's house. As a precaution, he parked a few metres in front of her garden and when Marilyn wanted to get out, he held her back for a moment.

"Here, I've got something for you!"

As he looked at Marilyn questioningly, he handed her a piece of paper with a landline and a mobile phone number on it. Marilyn looked at the note for a short time while she considered whether she should really take it, but then she put it in her jacket pocket.

"Thanks again for a lovely evening" she whispered to him, "and thanks for really just staying for coffee!"

She looked around for a moment, as if to make sure that there was indeed no one to be seen, then leaned over to Norman and gave him another tender kiss.

Then she got out and a short time later had disappeared into her house...

* * * * *

[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...

* * * * * 

[Lollobionda]

A little party-time friends ...


I am going to a party with some friends now, so I will post the remaining part of the story the next day.

In this sense ...

A healthy new year to you all 
(hopefully WITHOUT Corona!)

Lollobionda

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Nice one ....... hats up ..........

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[Lollobionda]

28.12. Back in Martin's flat ...


He had got up long before Norman, showered and then had breakfast with his son. Immediately afterwards the house bell went. When Martin led his mother-in-law into the kitchen, where Norman was already waiting for his grandmother with his things, she eyed him very strangely at first.

"You're already showered?"

"Yes, why not?"

"I thought you had to work first?"

"Yes, but that's why I can't go there as a stinker!"
She grimaced smugly, then leaned over and whispered in his ear, "If you go to help move with that look on your face, you'll have to become a mover!"

Then she started laughing heartily, while Martin somehow stood beside her, completely dazed. Did this woman and this new happiness already show on his face? Even as she packed up the things for her grandson, she was still grinning up to her ears.

And when she finally pushed Norman out the door, she turned around once more.

"I wish you every success. You can't stay alone forever!" Then she disappeared through the door.

"I wish you that too!"

Martin was sitting in the restaurant almost a quarter of an hour before the appointed time. He simply couldn't wait any longer. Though he now had the problem of stalling the waitress until Marilyn arrived, it was doable.
Finally he saw her come in. Somehow he was excited, like on a first date.

His stomach began to tingle and his hands started to sweat.
Gallantly, he stood up, helped her take off her jacket, adjusted her chair and then took the jacket to the cloakroom. 

When he returned, she smiled at him, "Thank you!"

"You're welcome!" Marilyn found herself flattered but a little unsure. 

She wondered if Robert had ever been tempted to make this gesture before, but couldn't remember. And somehow the question was on the tip of her tongue whether Martin always behaved like this towards women, or whether it was just new love.

In the end, however, she didn't think about it any further, although she was still very flattered by the gesture.
They both ordered coffee and began to talk. Martin was now mainly interested in her relationship with her husband, while Marilyn wanted to know a few things about his late wife and son.

When the coffee came and they both reached for the sugar bowl, their fingers happened to touch. Both looked into each other's eyes, almost startled, but did not withdraw their hands.

Instead, a wordless game of the two hands began. While they looked at each other, their fingers, their hands, played with each other, caressed each other, gently ran over each other's hand and fingers and soaked up the warmth.

At some point Marilyn said she would like to use the sugar bowl after all, because otherwise the coffee would get cold and the sugar would be wasted anyway. Both of them had to laugh so loudly that they were afraid of attracting attention and indeed some of the guests looked at their table. But even after everyone had taken the sugar for their coffee, their hands met again on the table, gently and carefully touching and caressing each other.

Finally Martin paid the bill: "If you want, I'd be happy to invite you to my place. We'd have a free house, so to speak!"

Marilyn leaned over to Martin with a grin, "I hope you don't have a stamp collection!"

"And even if I did, there's no way I'd show it to you today!"

„Schade! Dann werden wir uns wohl mit etwas anderem die Zeit vertreiben müssen.“
„Ich denke, mir wird da schon was einfallen.“

„Das hoffe ich doch!“

Damit hatten sie es plötzlich sehr eilig, das Kaffee zu verlassen. Martin half Marilyn erneut in ihre Winterjacke und dieses Mal schlenderten sie nicht gemütlich durch die Stadt, sondern gingen nun sehr flott zu Martin Haus.

Als Marilyn eintrat, sah sie sich um. Als sie am Weihnachtsfeiertag zu diesem Kaffee in der Wohnung war, hatte sie eigentlich auf die Wohnung kaum geachtet.

Die Wohnung schien ordentlich und aufgeräumt. Kurz kam ihr wieder Robert in den Sinn. Sie war sich sicher, dass ihr Mann eine Wohnung nie würde so in Ordnung halten können.

Martin nahm ihr die Jacke ab, hängte sie in die Garderobe, daneben die seine. Dann führte er Marilyn ins Wohnzimmer: „Gefällt es Dir?“

„Ja“, gab sie zurück, „Dein Geschmack gefällt mir. Du hast die Wohnung ganz toll eingerichtet. Letztes Mal hab ich mich nur auf den warmen Kaffee gefreut und kaum auf die Wohnung geachtet, aber ich finde, dass es hier ziemlich gemütlich ist.“

Sie fühlte Martin Hände auf ihren Schultern, fühlte wie die Hände sie herumdrehten, worauf sie sich gerne einließ.

Dann sahen sie sich in die Augen.

„Klar hab ich einen guten Geschmack“, er lächelte sie an, „sonst hätte ich auch nicht dich hier hergebracht!“

„Schmeichler!“
Sie wollte noch etwas sagen, kam aber nicht mehr dazu, weil sich Martin Lippen auf die ihren gelegt hatten.

Zunächst sanft, dann immer fordernder begannen sie sich zu küssen. Bald trafen sich ihre Zungen und beide genossen die Berührungen, den Kontakt der anderen Lippen und das manchmal sanfte, dann wieder heftigere Ringen ihrer Zungen.

Aber auch allein die Nähe des anderen, das Gefühl den anderen an sich zu spüren, ließ beiden einen wohligen Schauer durch e Körper gleiten.
Die Hände gingen auf Wanderschaft, streichelten zart, dann fester über den Rücken des jeweils anderen, strichen dann wieder zart über den Kopf und die Haare, streichelten zart über die Backen und die Ohren um dann wieder den anderen Körper zu erforschen.

Martin spürte, wie die Erregung in ihm stieg und es in seiner Hose immer enger wurde. Er hatte nun seit einem Jahr keinen Sex mehr mit einer Frau gehabt und so intensiv war nun das Verlangen danach. Aber war es nicht zu früh? Würde er jetzt nicht vielleicht vieles zerstören, wenn er jetzt zu aufdringlich wäre?

Marilyn spürte das Verlangen in ihr. Sie erinnerte sich wieder an ihr Spiel auf der Couch und zwischen ihren Beinen begann es heftig zu kribbeln. Ja, sie hatte jetzt Lust auf Sex, Sex mit diesem Mann, den sie erst ein paar Tage kannte.

Aber was würde er von ihr denken, wenn sie ihn jetzt schon mit ihm in die Kiste steigen würde? Sie glaubte zwar nicht, dass sie dann eine von vielen wäre, aber was würde Martin von ihr denken, wenn sie sich ihm schon so bald hingab?
Auch wenn sie nun große Lust hatte mit diesem Mann ins Bett zu gehen, so blieb doch eine gewisse Angst davor, nun etwas falsch zu machen.

Doch dann fühlte sie etwas, was hart gegen ihren Bauch drückte. Sie drängte sich etwas fester dagegen, rieb ihre Scham daran und genoss die Berührung, die zwar auf der einen Seite die Glut in ihr weiter anfachte, auf der anderen Seite auch eine gewisse Genugtuung brachte. Und vor allem konnte sie sehen, wie Martin reagierte.

Martin, of course, felt Marilyn pressing up against him and pushing her belly against his erect piston. 
At first he was tempted to push his pelvis backwards to avoid embarrassment, but the rubbing excited him and it was like a desire to savour the sensation further. 

Moreover, he was slowly coming to the realisation that her rubbing was not accidental but probably quite deliberate. 
She didn't push her body against him insistently, but the pressure against his bulge remained constant and she could have easily avoided it.

Finally Martin could no longer hold back. While he kept his mouth on hers and they continued to cuddle, his hands reached between their bodies, his fingers found the buttons of her dress and one button after another came undone. 

Marilyn gladly let him do it and with each button that opened, with each little inch that the dress gaped wider, her arousal grew. 
When he finally opened all the buttons and slowly slid the dress over her shoulders, she would have liked to eat him right here on the carpet.

"I think you're still wearing too much!" she teased him. Martin smiled at her and then began to undress herself while Marilyn herself undid her bra and let it fall to the floor as well as her panties afterwards. 
Martin could not take his eyes off this woman.

As he removed his clothes, his gaze lingered on her breasts. 
They were firm, although they were a considerable size. Her nipples also impressed him. They stood out steeply and darkly coloured from her breasts and he was already looking forward to feeling them later and taking them in his mouth.

Her body was exactly as he had imagined: although she had a womanly figure, her skin was smooth and firm. 

It was obvious that she exercised regularly. Between her legs, which she had spread slightly, a few dark curls peeked out, as did the beginnings of her labia. Finally, Martin had also undressed completely and now stood naked opposite this woman.

At first they looked at each other curiously until Marilyn then approached Martin. When she stood in front of him, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed herself against him and began to kiss him passionately again. 
She felt the hard, erect penis against her belly and pubic area and began to gently rub her belly against it in a circular motion.

Martin now in turn embraced the woman standing in front of him and pressed her against his chest at the same time. He felt her nipples pressing against his skin, felt her soft breasts, warm to the touch, while at the same time his cock was gently massaged against her belly.

As they kissed, surrendering to the pleasant, arousing feeling of closeness to each other, they also allowed their sexual tension to continue to rise, but also at the same time to allow a kind of soothing sense of well-being of affection to arise within them.

But then Martin let go of Marilyn and took a step back, grasping Marilyn's hands that had slipped off his shoulder. 

He looked her in the eye: "Do you really want it? I mean, you are bound. If you said no right now, I'd understand."
Marilyn spoke softly and visibly agitated, "No, I want it. I even desire it!"

Martin gave Marilyn some more time, but then opened his hand and let Marilyn's hand slide out of his with it, then gently stroked her flushed cheeks. 

Then his hand slowly and tenderly slid further down. It touched her neck, then gently stroked her breasts in circles, gently rubbed her erect nipples and then slid further down over her belly until it reached her pubic area.

When Martin slid a finger between her thighs and reached the front of her sex, Marilyn winced with arousal. Her heart began to pound and she felt a heat in her head as if she had a strong fever.

Not taking her eyes off him, she opened her legs a little wider to give Martin better access to her sex. They both heard the soft smacking sound as Martin's fingers parted the wet lips and immediately afterwards Marilyn moaned briefly as the tip of his finger reached her clit.

Martin kept his finger on her clit and with gentle circular motions began to tease this woman's sensitive spot. Marilyn responded immediately. 

She felt the arousal emanating from her crotch, from these careful touches, her breath deepened and finally came only intermittently, while she was already quickly feeling the tingling and pulling she knew so well. 

But then it came over her surprisingly quickly. Her legs slumped and she almost lost her footing as she came with a long yelp. Normally she was quiet, gasping and maybe moaning a little when she reached a climax, but now the gasp had turned into a loud cry, more of a groan that surprised herself.

Martin felt her legs begin to tremble, her labia suddenly fill up and just as Marilyn moaned out her orgasm with a loud "UUaahhhh", his finger and hand were covered in a gush of liquid.

Only slowly did Marilyn regain her composure and then looked into his eyes with a sweaty but still aroused face. While he was watching her, he then suddenly felt something close around his cock and now also began to slowly massage his spear. 
This treatment automatically triggered a rapid increase in Martin's arousal as well. 

He too now began to breathe irregularly and heavily, visibly enjoying the treatment on his sex, while at the same time making an effort to continue pleasuring Marilyn with his finger.

But then he could hold back no longer. His hand continued forward and his finger plunged into Marilyn's hot, soft and above all wet sex. 

When his fingers found her entrance, Marilyn stopped massaging his cock for a moment and concentrated on his fingers, which now sought their way into her cavity and then began to thrust into her as far as the position would allow.

"I want more! Martin, I want....." she moaned into Martin's ear.

And Martin wanted more now too. His cock was stretched to bursting and he wanted nothing more now than to sink that cock into the warmth of Marilyn and feel her heat and tightness. 

The desire to be united with this woman was almost like a longing. 
But on the other hand, he was afraid that he would probably climax very quickly. He had been deprived of love for too long and everything in his body was now all the more tense, even overstimulated.

But he didn't want to go as far as the bedroom. He took Marilyn by the hand and pulled her towards a chair that stood at the edge of the room. 

Before he sat down, he hugged Marilyn again, pulled her close to him, enjoyed the contact of her breasts with his chest and his sex against her belly, and kissed her tenderly on her mouth.

Then Martin sat down on the chair with a quivering heart. His cock stood up like a mast, now awaiting the cavern that would rise over it.

Marilyn understood She spread her legs even wider, and then stood over Martin's cock. 

Then she lowered her pelvis and directed her love cleft directly over Martin's spearhead. When she felt his cock against her sex, she reached between her legs, guided the tip of the cock directly to her portal, and then slowly lowered herself onto it.

The plump glans parted her labia and plunged unresistingly into her hot grotto. She felt her vagina stretch and Martin` piston drive deep into her belly, stretching and filling her in a pleasant, delightful way. 

And just as she felt the tip of his cock touch her womb deep inside her, she had sucked his cock all the way up her cavity.

Martin's hands settled on her hips as if to hold her in place, while Marilyn leaned forward and the two pressed against each other for another kiss. 

While Marilyn enjoyed the kisses, but most of all Martin's cock in her grotto, she again wrapped her hands around his neck, pressing herself even closer to him. 

She didn't just want to feel him inside her, no, she wanted to feel his warmth, his lips, his whole body and his affection for her...

[Lollobionda]

Their kisses were only occasionally interrupted by looking into each other's eyes like teenagers in love, almost absorbing each other with their gazes, only to immediately fall back into a long, tender kiss.

Marilyn could not remember feeling a penis in her pussy so intensely. It wasn't just a simple horniness that gripped her body, no, she felt an immensely pleasant sense of connection and tenderness and she wished she could hold on to this moment, this feeling, forever.

Above all, she felt a pleasant body pressing against her, not a flabby belly that made it almost impossible for her to ride her husband.

But she wanted more. She wanted to savour the feeling of having sex with this man even more intensely and so she began to gently stimulate herself with her pelvis on Martin's shaft with circular movements. 

Sometimes she let her pelvis circle on his piston, and then again she gently rocked her pussy back and forth against his belly. 

At the same time, she pressed herself against Martin so that her clit found the friction it so urgently needed and immediately reacted to the touch with small flashes in her body.

But then it was Marilyn again who could no longer hold her back. Her movements became more and more frantic and her breath only came in deep, irregular puffs that were more like gasps or moans. 

She leaned back now, pressed her lap as hard as she could on Martin's lap and just let herself drift in her excitement that was now flooding her whole body.

So she felt it almost as if in a kind of distance that warm lips were enveloping her nipples, sucking on them, giving her further lust. She heard a gasp and a moan and couldn't tell whether it came from Martin or from herself. But she could definitely identify the smacking sounds of her completely soaked pussy.

And then she felt this pulling in her sex and her body, this trembling and cramping, the approach of her next climax. And as she felt the first contractions, she also heard a groan from Martin. 

She could feel his cock enlarge even more in her grotto, which held him tightly, and then begin to pulsate. She felt his seed being flung against her womb mouth and found it arousing, beautiful and satisfying.

Again and again, with each wave of pleasure that raced through her body, she gasped, she moaned, just letting herself drift, while Martin breathed heavily in rhythm with his contractions.

Only slowly did the tension ease and, completely exhausted, Marilyn finally slumped forward, leaned against Martin's chest and then rested her head on his shoulder. 

When she felt Martin's arms pulling her against him, she felt accepted and desired, feelings she hadn't had for a long time, but still often sorely missed. 
She wanted to tell him now as much as she felt that she had enjoyed it and had no regrets. 
Maybe even that she had fallen in love with him, but she was afraid of ruining the situation and so she kept silent.

Martin felt the same way. Everything in him was still in turmoil. He was in love, there was no doubt about that, but he was afraid at the same time. His new girlfriend was married. 
Apart from the fact that he had some remorse, of course, the sword of Damocles always hung over him, that in case of doubt she would return to her husband and leave him again.

But he didn't want to think about that now. He wanted to enjoy the moment, feel her warmth, her body and absorb her scent deeply.

Only when they began to freeze did they detach themselves from each other and stand up. 
A light mass came away from their sex and flowed viscously down their thighs. Some also dripped onto Martin's feet.

"Come on, let's get cleaned up!" said Martin, standing up and pulling Marilyn into the bathroom with him.

They got into the shower together and started soaping each other up. They were fooling around again like young teenagers in love. 

Without any shyness, they soaped themselves all over, caressed each other, and then showed their affection for each other again with little nudges on the tip of their noses or other little teasing.

When they finally got out of the shower, it was already dark outside. 

They helped each other dry off and then got dressed.

"Another coffee. So to speak, the coffee afterwards?"

"Sure!"

Martin turned on the coffee machine and a short time later they were sitting opposite each other at the kitchen table. They didn't speak much now, partly because they didn't need to. 

But their eyes kept meeting, saying "Hey, you're great! And what we just did was unique". 
And so only a few words fell and they both just hung on their thoughts.

"What are you doing New Year's Eve?" finally asked Marilyn.

"I haven't put anything out yet. My in-laws, or rather ex- in-laws, asked me if I wanted to come over. But I haven't 
but I haven't said yes yet. Why? Are you alone too?"

"No, my husband wants to go to the New Year's Eve ball at the town hall." She paused for a moment. 

"But he doesn't like dancing at all. We'll probably just have some food, then watch others dance and then go home rather bored right around midnight!"

"Ohh!" Martin was surprised.

"And you think I should turn up there as your dance partner?"

"Would be an idea, wouldn't it?"

"Sounds good to me! For Norman, I think I'll go back to pestering my in-laws."

Martin was sure his mother-in-law would not refuse.

Then Marilyn looked at her watch and said she had to leave slowly now.

Martin fetched her jacket from the cloakroom. Somehow it was probably right that she should go home now and leave him alone. 
Still, he wanted nothing more now than to be close to her. 
He dreaded now again the emptiness, the silence in the flat when she would close the front door behind her, even if they would see each other again in a few days.

He accompanied Marilyn to the front door. But before she left the house, she turned briefly, "Bye! I'll be in touch!"

She turned and pushed the knob down.

"Marilyn!"
"Yes?" She turned to Martin again without letting go of the knob.

Not knowing himself what he was getting into now, Martin also didn't think twice as he now let his feelings run wild, "Do you want to sleep with me tonight? I mean, I don't want to sleep with you... I just want to feel you, not lie in bed alone."

Marilyn looked at him, aghast. At first she just stood still. Suddenly they both realised that their relationship could only have gone in one direction, that direction. They would have been naïve if they had thought that their meetings could only ever run on some kind of friendly basis and sometimes a bit of "popping". 

They had just both felt that they loved and desired each other. 

And just as abruptly, they now became aware again that there was also a third player, one who didn't even know yet that he had become a teammate. 
But now the situation seemed to have overwhelmed them both. 
Although it had been the most obvious problem, they had both simply blanked it out.

Slowly, she approached him again. She could understand him, also because she would have been only too happy to accept this offer. But she also knew that she would not have been able to explain to her husband where she had stayed the night, and this was all still too new for this discussion. 

Yet! 

She would only explain the game to Robert when it was probably already lost for him. Or he would never know that he was involved in this game.

She stopped just before Martin.

"I would like to accept the offer," she finally said, "but I think that would be too difficult for me now. Can you understand that?"

Martin nodded. It was clear to him that he was asking too much of her now.

But then Marilyn once again put her arm around his neck, pulled him to her and gently placed her lips on his. 

But the gentle kiss slowly turned into more, their tongues found each other again and it seemed as if they didn't want to stop kissing. Their hands caressed the other and it was only when Martin began to gently nip at her earlobes too that Marilyn gently pushed him back.

"We have to stop now," she said, "or I'll change my mind!"

"How can I reach you?"

She thought for a moment, "I'll be in touch. I promise!"

With that she turned again, but now firmly, and went out into the cold.

No sooner had Marilyn left the house than Martin dialled his in-laws' phone number.

"Hello Martin!" his late wife's mother answered, "alone again? Won't have been a flop, will it?!" 
Her voice almost sounded a little disappointed.

When Martin didn't immediately know what to say, he heard the voice continue from the receiver: "Hello Martin, now tell me. You know women are extremely curious in this area!"

"Yes, I know that," Martin replied, "but also very ratted up!"

"Oh Martin, now don't be like that. Just your name, appearance, age, hair colour, profession, hobbies and place of residence. That's all I need to know. If you already know whether she's a good cook and where she prefers to go on holiday, then you can tell me that too."

"What colour hair," Martin now countered, "top or bottom?"

Now a loud laugh echoed through the receiver.

"Both, actually, but up will do for now! But I'm more interested in why you didn't spend an enjoyable evening. Norman can stay with us overnight too."

"No, thank you very much for the offer, but today, well, you don't have to get into bed with a woman right away!" he evaded the question of why Marilyn had left him now. 

Besides, they had already preferred the night anyway, but ex-mother-in-law didn't need to know that.

"Oh, gentleman like!"

"Maybe, but I'd like to take you up on that offer for another day when I could leave Norman with you overnight."

"Yes, when are you going on the attack again?"

The woman was incorrigible.

"I would have thought New Year's Eve!"

Again Martin heard the woman's laughter through the receiver.

"James!" He heard the mother-in-law calling her husband through the earpiece, "I won the bet. Hand over the champagne. Norman's spending New Year's Eve with us!"

Then the voice was clearer again.

"If you want, Norman can stay with us until New Year's Eve. We'll then go to the indoor swimming pool tomorrow. I'm sure Norman will like that!"

With that, everything was settled.

But it was only the 28th and there were still a few days until New Year's Eve. 

And what particularly distressed him was that he had to wait until Marilyn herself got in touch. 

He understood that she was afraid he might accidentally get her husband on the phone, but the wait would probably drive him crazy...

* * * * *

[Lollobionda]

29.12.


The next morning, too, he only walked around the flat sullenly. 

On the one hand, it was good that Norman was not at home now. 

He certainly wouldn't have understood his father's mood, but on the other hand he could have distracted him a little.

It wasn't until the afternoon that the phone snapped Martin out of his brooding.

"Hello, it's Marilyn!"

"Hello, I'm glad to hear from you."

"I'm afraid I don't have much time. Robert has surprisingly taken leave until New Year's Eve. He says it's old residual leave, but maybe he doesn't like my walks. In any case, I won't be able to meet with you until New Year's Eve. It's a shame though, I really enjoyed yesterday afternoon. If I'm honest, I would have liked to have had a second helping."

She paused for a moment, "...But before I call it a day, I dropped something in your mailbox today. Bye..."

She had simply hung up. Had the teammate noticed that he had got into a difficult game?

Curious, Martin went to his letterbox. He took an envelope out of the tin box, turned it around and read: To a dear man!

Martin was happy about this "address" and enjoyed the feeling of being desired by a woman, by this woman. 

Then he briefly stumbled. He had actually forgotten Ashley. In fact, he had hardly thought about her in the last few days. He was beginning to live again!

When he was back in the living room, he opened the envelope and took out a note and a ticket for the New Year's Eve event. 
He would have taken care of the ticket today and now he was almost a little ashamed that his new girlfriend had already done it for him. 

But then he read what she had written on the note:
"Got the tickets for my husband and me. Since there was a lot of traffic and I didn't know when you would get them, I wanted to be on the safe side and bought one for you as well. I hope you won't be angry with me for that. Besides, you can reserve seats and I took the liberty of reserving a place for you at our table."

"I'm really looking forward to it, Marilyn."

"Me too!" whispered Martin, putting the note and card in a drawer in the living room.

The time until the agreed meeting was difficult for Martin. He would have loved to go outside for once, to stretch his feet or just get some fresh air. But he was afraid of missing a call from Marilyn. 

So he spent most of his time at home. Only once did he go out shopping. On that occasion, he also passed Ashley's grave. 

He cleared the snow from the stones and then stopped, deep in thought. His son's dream came back to him and the coincidence that he had met a new woman at the same time. Wasn't Ashley supposed to be...?

"Nonsense," it flashed through his mind, "Ashley is dead and I'm not going to talk myself into the nonsense that Ashley had a hand in this."

But when he looked at the picture of his wife on the headstone, he thought he saw a mischievous grin. He shook his head until he saw the picture again as he knew it. 

Obviously Marilyn was messing with his head. 

Yes, it was strange how quickly, and especially how intensely, he had fallen in love with this woman. 

Sure, she had a very strong resemblance to his late wife, that was itself a reason for this great affection. But yet, she was Marilyn, not Ashley!

Before turning away from the grave, he whispered softly, "I won't forget you, but I think a new life is beginning again now. I'm sure you're okay with that." 

Then he trudged back to his car in the snow....

* * * * * 

[Lollobionda]

"New year's eve''


But then it was finally New Year's Eve and Martin now almost couldn't wait to see Marilyn again, even though the situation might be difficult. Somehow he now even found the idea ludicrous. 

His girlfriend, with her husband and her boyfriend at the same table. 

But somehow he was also curious about this man. And maybe he would even learn something more about Marilyn, maybe there was another side to her that he didn't know about yet. Maybe he could even talk to her husband about her and find out what she was like in everyday life.

He showered, put on his elegant suit and set off for the town hall with the ticket. 

At first he wanted to walk, but with the loafers he had put on to dance with Marilyn it would probably be a bit cold, so he ended up driving the few hundred metres. 
But this almost turned out to be a mistake, because probably all the visitors to the New Year's Eve ball had the same idea, so that finding a parking space turned out to be extremely difficult. 

And he almost overlooked the last parking space in the back row of the multi-storey car park. Now it was also a bit of a walk, but at least he didn't have to trudge around in the snow with his shoes on. He quickly got through the ticket check and then went in search of the reserved space.

But from a distance he saw Marilyn sitting at the table. She had really set it up cleverly. It was a small table in an alcove with 4 chairs at it. Presumably this was meant for 2 couples, but whether the 4 chair was also "booked" was probably rather unlikely. 

Sitting with his back to him was a man, probably Marilyn's husband. 
When Marilyn noticed him approaching her table, she flinched briefly, but then pretended not to know him.

"Excuse me," Martin said as he stood in front of the table, "I hope you don't mind if I join you. I've reserved this one seat here."

"Sure, gladly!" It was Marilyn's husband who now turned to him and eyed him. 

But then his face contorted ...

"Man I'm going crazy! Martin! Martin Jackson!" He literally jumped up from the chair and pushed his hand towards him.

Martin looked at the man and wondered how he knew him. And then he recognised him too: "Robert! I'm going crazy! Long time no see!"

Uncertainly, he squinted over at Marilyn, who looked just as surprised as he now feared. Robert turned to his wife: 
"Marilyn, this is Martin Jackson. Arguably the best arithmetic student ever to come out of the main school in this town. And I bet he's going to tell us now that he studied maths or some shit like that. Martin and I were pretty good mates until he said that the Gymi was the better choice for him. And looking at him, I guess it was!"

Then he turned to Martin again: 
"Come and sit down! And tell me! Where do you hang out? What are you doing anyway? It's a small world, isn't it? Of all places, this is where we have to meet again."

Robert was completely beside himself. He was so happy to have met his old schoolmate. 
But it didn't make things any easier for Martin and Marilyn. 
But Martin elegantly held out his hand to Marilyn as if he were actually meeting her for the first time...

"Your husband has already introduced me," he said, addressing Marilyn. 
Then he turned to Robert: "And this charming woman is not your wife, is she?"

"Yes she is. I'm sorry I didn't introduce you to her. This is Marilyn, my wife." While Robert was now introducing his wife, Martin and Marilyn's hands had been holding each other and despite the new situation Martin would have preferred not to let go of her. 

However, Martin was not really feeling well now and Marilyn was also visibly nervous. 

But Robert didn't notice his wife's restlessness in the least and chatted about the old times and what had happened in the meantime. If Martin had met his old school friend somewhere else today, his stories would certainly have been interesting. 

But under these circumstances, he couldn't even concentrate on what Robert was telling him. Instead, his thoughts circled intensely around the woman at their table. 
Occasionally he tried to steer the conversation so that he could include Marilyn and talk to her. 
But Robert was so busy reciting his life story that there was no chance of interrupting him. 

But Martin did notice one thing. Somehow Robert seemed nervous, his voice was sometimes a bit shaky and it seemed as if he didn't want to give him time to think about anything, anyway Robert was chattering almost continuously and hardly let him or Marilyn get a word in edgewise. 
Martin noticed from the expression on Marilyn's face that she was also very surprised at her husband's talkativeness.

When the band began to play, he simply asked into Robert's narration if he could take his wife for a dance.

"But I'd love to, at least then I can spare my little legs a little. You know," he said, "I'm not much of a dancer." 

Martin nodded in understanding, even though he couldn't have imagined it any other way.

"Thanks for the rescue!" whispered Marilyn in his ear as they walked onto the dance floor.

As they faced each other on the dance floor, Martin said with a mischievous smile, "You're welcome!" and took her in his arms. 

And immediately they were spinning to the beat of the music. Marilyn snuggled close to Martin, while Martin pressed his girlfriend against him as inconspicuously as possible, which she gladly put up with. 

At first without speaking to each other, they just turned to the rhythm of the music, but Martin absorbed the scent of her hair and her soft perfume deeply with a pleasant feeling.

He loved the smell of hair, even more so when it was the smell of a woman he desired. A glance at Robert showed them that he did not suspect anything. 
He sat with his back to the dance floor and made no move to turn around or watch them. And so Martin couldn't help himself when the band took their first break and gave Marilyn a gentle kiss on the forehead.

Surprised, she first looked at Martin, then almost fearfully turned her gaze to her husband. 
But when she saw that he hadn't taken any notice of them and hadn't noticed the kiss, she smiled at Martin and said she was happy about the kiss, but they should be careful. 

There might also be neighbours or acquaintances here and she didn't want to be the subject of gossip. 
Martin understood and assured her that he would hold back, even though it might be very difficult for him.

Just as they returned to the table, the waitress brought the drinks and took the food. While Marilyn and Martin sipped their water, half the glass of Robert's beer was empty after the first draught.

"Poaahh!" he said, "I'm so thirsty. It's warm in that room, too."

The conversation died down and when the menu was finally served, everyone ate quietly and thought about their own thoughts. 

Martin thought about what it would have been like if he had been here alone with Marilyn, and the looks Marilyn gave him suggested that she was thinking about the same thing. 

Robert, on the other hand, seemed to simply enjoy his food, and especially his drink. 
When he was full and pushed his plate aside, he emptied his second glass of beer. Martin was glad when the band started playing again.

"I need something for my digestion!" he said to Robert and then turned to Marilyn: "Would you like to help me?"

Immediately afterwards, their bodies swayed again to the beat of the music. Obviously, several couples had the same idea now, because the dance floor was slowly filling up. 

Normally Martin didn't like it very much when a dance floor was crowded and you had to be careful not to step on anyone's feet. 

But now he was almost inwardly rejoicing, because now he had a reason to pull Marilyn closer to him and feel her body. 
And Marilyn also let herself be carried away for a little moment to lean her head against his shoulder.

However, they were both then surprised when they returned to the table at the next break in the chapel and there were 2 empty shot glasses in front of Robert. You could also see from Marilyn's looks that this surprised her. 

When Robert noticed her questioning looks directed at the empty shot glasses, he said they had done something on the dance floor for digestion, he would just do that part with liquid fruit. 

Then he laughed a little too loudly for their taste. It was obvious that Robert was already a little over the limit.

But that was not to change in the course of the evening. 

While Marilyn and Martin took every opportunity to be close to each other on the dance floor, Robert chugged one beer after another. 

In between there was always "liquid fruit" and not even before eleven o'clock, his slurring was hardly to be understandable.

Finally, Marilyn and Martin decided to take Robert home. 
He was just too drunk to wait here with him for the turn of the year. Marilyn was visibly embarrassed by this. 
She apologised for her husband several times. 

But Martin denied it. Secretly, the whole thing was actually very convenient for him. 

On the one hand, Robert had scored an own goal in his game, of which he knew nothing, and on the other hand, he could now possibly celebrate the New Year alone with Marilyn. 
A situation that Martin was quite enthusiastic about.

When they paid their bill, the waitress looked at them both with a pitying look. 

"Don't be too hard on him," she then said sympathetically, "there'll be a few more who give up before midnight or don't get to see the New Year."

Then Marilyn and Martin hooked Robert left and right and walked him to the car. Martin had offered to drive himself. 

While Marilyn then held the passenger door open, Martin manoeuvred the drunk into the passenger seat, then bent over Robert and fastened his seat belt. 

Marilyn then climbed into the rear while Martin then steered the car out of the parking garage to the couple's flat. 

At the beginning of the drive, Robert had occasionally slurred something unintelligible before he sailed over with a regular snore.

While getting into the car had been relatively easy, getting out of the car was extremely difficult for Robert. 

Again and again he nodded off and it took a while until Martin kept him awake enough for Robert to get out of the car. 

Again, Martin and Marilyn supported the swaying man and eventually they managed to get Robert into bed. 
No sooner had he fallen into the mattress than his sonorous snoring could be heard again. 
Marilyn took off his shoes, put a bucket next to the bed and then they left Robert alone.

"Thanks," Marilyn said, "it would have been a bit difficult for me on my own now."

"Does Robert often... I mean, does he often get drunk like that?" Martin wanted to know. 

"No, not really," replied Marilyn, but Martin wasn't sure if this was true or if she was just trying to protect her husband.

Marilyn looked at the clock and when Martin followed her gaze, he saw that it was close to midnight. 

"Would you like to toast with me?" asked Marilyn. 

Of course Martin wanted nothing more than that and so Marilyn disappeared, only to return a minute later with a champagne bottle and 2 glasses. 

"I'm afraid I don't have anything at home to nibble on," Marilyn stated somewhat disappointedly, while Martin carefully removed the cork from the bottle. 

He managed it just in time and with a loud "pop" the cork bounced to the floor. 

When the two heard the church bells, they stood wordlessly facing each other with their filled glasses. 

Each of them could probably have said many things now, perhaps would have liked to say one thing or another to the other, but they just stopped, looked into each other's eyes and tried to read in them.

"I wish you a ..." Martin thought for a moment about what to wish Marilyn as she completed the sentence, "...healthy, prosperous year. And that everything will happen as you wish!" 
She paused slightly, but not taking her eyes off him, "And that you find your wife for life! I wish it for you with all my heart!"

They clinked their glasses and each took a small sip. 

Martin then put his champagne glass on the table, took Marilyn's from her hand and put it beside it, "I know it's not right, but I think I've already got the woman for life..."

That was as far as Martin got, because Marilyn's finger had come to rest on his lips, "Shh!" she went. 

But her finger remained on his lips and Martin breathed a kiss on it. And immediately they were in each other's arms, their lips met in a heartfelt, liberating kiss and soon their tongues were playing the same game of love. 

They could no longer let go of each other. 

Robert had long since faded out, it was just the two of them alone. Martin's hand went into her hair, wanted to feel it, stroked the back of her neck, soaked up her warmth there, then gently stroked her head again.

Time did not matter, nor did the place they were in. 
They had completely ignored the danger, even if it was small, that Robert would suddenly stand in the doorway. When they could finally let go of each other, it was already shortly before one o'clock. 

Satisfied, Martin leaned against the table, picked up his glass and, completely out of breath, toasted Marilyn again: "Here's to you!" Marilyn also picked up her glass again, "And to you!"

"Would you like to stay here?" asked Marilyn. And in her eyes there was clearly her desire about Martin accepting the offer.

"I don't know if that's a good idea?" Slowly, a sense of reality returned.

"I'll tell Robert we had another drink and I didn't let you drive home. What's he going to say? You can sleep here on the couch. But I'd like to have breakfast with you tomorrow."

The offer of breakfast together was attractive, however, and Martin agreed. They then sat on the couch for a while, chatting about this and that, holding hands as if in love. 

Finally, however, Marilyn brought another blanket and wished them a good night, without forgetting the kiss that went with it. 

Martin took off his shoes, lay down on the couch and pulled the blanket over his body. 

Marilyn had already turned off the light on her way out. A pleasant warmth enveloped his body and Martin fell asleep immediately.

Then something had woken Martin up. It was as if someone was in the room. 

He tried to make out something in the darkness. 
But it was only when the person was standing right in front of his couch that he could tell that someone was standing in front of him. From the stature, it couldn't possibly be Robert, had Marilyn forgotten something else?

Still sleepy, he turned around to get a better look at the person in front of him. But almost at the same time, the person next to him bent down, lifted his blanket and slipped under it.

Surprised and still a little sleepy, he wanted to ask what was wrong, but he didn't get the chance because Marilyn's lips were on his. Automatically his arm went around her to hold her tightly and met only bare skin! 

As he slid his hand further down her back, he felt nothing but Marilyn's nakedness here too. 
And when his hand finally stroked Marilyn's buttocks, here too he could feel nothing that could have indicated a piece of clothing. 

Finally his fingers could feel the cleft of her buttocks: Marilyn had crept up to Martin stark naked and was now snuggling against him like this under his blanket.

Martin was instantly wide awake again. 
All tiredness seemed to be wiped away, as did the thought of the possible danger that Robert might suddenly wake up and look for his wife...

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He didn't think about the fact that he was just cheating on a husband who was sleeping just a few rooms away, but simply let the feeling of the soft breasts pressing against him, feeling soft and desirable, take hold of him. 

And in the end, anyway, everything in this world was forgotten in those moments when he was allowed to hold this woman in his arms. He was in love! Head over heels in love!

And while they continued to kiss intimately, Marilyn began to fiddle with his clothes, undoing his buttons, and piece after piece of his clothing soon lay on the floor, until he too was finally lying naked next to her on the couch. 

The blanket had also slipped to the floor in the meantime. Actually, Martin had never been a fan of sex in the dark. He wanted to see the woman, wanted to see her breasts, her sex, but also her face and her facial expressions. 

But now it was different. He didn't need a light, he didn't need to see Marilyn properly now, it was enough to recognise the shadowy appearance of this woman in the diffuse light produced by the small lamps of the various electrical appliances. Much more important to him now was feeling, smelling. 

He had never caressed a woman in the dark before, but now it was tremendously arousing for him. They were now kneeling opposite each other on the couch, their faces turned towards each other. His hands stroked her breasts, caressing the soft flesh and when his palm touched her erect nipples, he couldn't remember ever feeling them so intensely. 

The tips felt almost like little graters, rough and hard. For the first time he also became aware of how uneven a woman's areola was. 

Now, as he carefully ran his hands over it, he could clearly feel those little dots. Even as his hands stroked over her belly, he felt every little bump, every little hair. 

For him, this feeling, this sensing of another person was completely new and yet exciting. Because at the same time Marilyn's hands were also running over his body, stroking and feeling. And when she then gently stroked his nipples, he felt little flashes of pleasure flow through his body. This too, that he was reacting sensitively here, was new for Martin.

And then one of his hands moved further down Marilyn's body. 
He felt the slight bulge of her mons veneris, felt the first tender hairs and was glad that she was not shaved. 

Martin liked the frizzy hair between a woman's legs. Sure, everyone had their own taste, but why now suddenly many women almost compulsively shaved their pussy, he did not understand. 

But this was not important now. His hand continued between Marilyn's legs and soon he felt the base of her sex and felt the wet, plump labia. 
Gently he stroked them, whereupon they opened almost of their own accord, embracing his fingers with warmth and a surprising wetness. 

He felt the plump button he quickly found between them. He heard Marilyn suck in the air loudly and her breathing immediately deepened as he continued to stroke her clit.

But Marilyn did not remain idle during this time either. Her hand too had first felt and probed his body and then moved down to his sceptre. 

She too had liked what she could feel. 

Martin's body was not hard and muscular like that of a bodybuilder, she had also noticed a slight belly bulge, but overall she found this body interesting, and she would have liked to snuggle up to him and this body again. 

But she wanted to continue this game, she wanted to feel more of him and give herself and him the time to feel each other completely and in the dark to give herself only to feeling and touching. 

But when Martin then found her clit, she too put her hand around his cock, which by now stood hard and steep from his body. Marilyn had never been particularly interested in what a man's penis felt like. 
Now, however, she was almost surprised at how she could feel the veins, indeed how many she could feel at all, and that she could even press lightly against them. 
Its tip also felt different somehow. If the skin on the shaft was rather rough, the tip seemed smooth and slippery. 

She wondered about herself now. She was already of mature age and had never looked at the fine differences so closely, or rather felt them. And it was also surprising to her how arousing it was to explore a man's sex in this way.

And right after Martin lay with his back on the couch, Marilyn crawled over him. Martin reached between Marilyn's legs and placed his cock directly under her pussy. But as Marilyn was about to settle on it, and could just feel the tip of his cock between her labia, Martin pushed his cock forward through her labia until he touched her clit with it.

Perhaps because it also came as a surprise, but also because the touch of the cock on her clit immediately sent a thousand little lightning bolts shooting through her pelvis, 
Marilyn gasped out. 
Martin continued to tease her by sliding his cock through her furrow again and again, but making sure that he also hit her pleasure button again and again and let his cock seem to play with it. 

And with every contact on her pleasure button, Marilyn let out a sigh, the stimulus that the touch triggered in her was too strong. Marilyn would much rather have felt Martin's sex in hers, but she still enjoyed these games on her pussy. Never would Robert have thought of such a thing. 

Robert would never have knelt on the couch opposite her and stroked her or let himself be stroked. No, for Robert there was only lying down, being ridden and squirting into her grotto. 

There was never anything more, which might have been difficult for him because he always sailed away into the land of dreams immediately after his climax anyway. 

How often had she lain next to him, sometimes really still aroused, and still wanted to have sex with her husband? How often had she disappointedly done it to herself afterwards? And how often had she imagined things and games like she was doing now, knowing full well that it would never happen; at least not with Robert. 

And now all that seemed to be changing. Just the knowledge that she was allowed to dream again and could have hope that one or the other fantasy could become reality made her somehow proud, happy and ... greedy for the man beneath her!

And so she took the opportunity when Martin's cock was again right under her opening and let her pelvis drop down. 
Instantly the hard, hot tube, which she had previously been able to feel in detail with her hand, plunged into her cavity, widening it, filling it. For a moment she just sat still, enjoying Martin's sex in her grotto and listening to the breathing of her new friend. 

Then she began to gleefully circle her pelvis on Martin, feeling the rubbing inside her, being filled. Martin seemed to like this too, as his breathing became deeper, louder. Finally she leaned forward and until their lips met. She lifted her pelvis a little as she did so, which Martin took advantage of to take her deep and hard now. 

With a loud clap, he slammed his pelvis against her bottom, driving his cock deep into her wet cave each time.

Their gasps finally turned into moans and then she felt the pulsing in her grotto and the semen that Martin was now pumping into her pussy in several spurts. Martin was too aroused to hold back for long. 

But now everything would have been over with her husband again, so she pushed Martin off her, laid her next to her and began to suck gently on her breasts and let his tongue circle over her nipples, while his hand was between her legs again and continued to play on her clit. 

And it wasn't a minute before she too felt the contractions inside her and let the waves of pleasure wash over her. And only when her body relaxed again, only then did Martin let himself fall back onto the couch, exhausted. 

At first they just lay next to each other breathing heavily. But after a while Marilyn snuggled close to him. 
She wrapped one leg over his waist and let her head rest on his shoulders. She couldn't say when she had last felt so content and good and then Martin felt hot tears dripping onto his shoulders.

Almost startled, he turned his head to Marilyn, whose face was now very close to his:

"Is something wrong, have what....?" he asked uncertainly.

"No, no," Marilyn almost couldn't bring herself to say it because a thick lump had lodged in her throat, "I'm just so... so incredibly happy!" and then she just howled. 

She just couldn't control herself anymore and a torrent of tears ran down her cheeks and flooded Martin's shoulders, who had put his hand on her head and was gently stroking her, trying to comfort her.

But at that moment, all the frustration, all the disappointment and all the misery she felt had released like an erupting volcano and at the same time released all the pressure inside her. 

She couldn't describe the feeling herself, but she couldn't stop crying either...

And yet, it was like a release, a liberation for her. 

It took a few minutes to finally calm down again. With her eyes still wet, she propped her head on her arm and looked at Martin. 

She tried to make out as much of him as possible in the almost darkness. But there was just enough light for her to see that he was also looking in her direction and still his hand was caressing her head. 

At that moment she could have screamed with happiness and contentment. 

But when she noticed how tears of joy began to run down her cheeks again, she felt she had to go back to Robert. Suddenly she felt a sense of fear, though she couldn't even have said from what. Something inside her, however, now made her take flight, though she herself did not know why.

In the dark, she crawled over him onto the floor, groping her way to the door. 

As she opened the door, she switched on the light: "So you can find your things. Robert doesn't need to see that you were naked here on the couch."

Then she was gone...

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Hi friends,


I hope you have enjoyed what you have read so far.
I will post the rest of the section (which is already written) tomorrow, during the day,

Until then, I wish you all the best and a lot of fun...

Lollobionda

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Everything was spinning in Martin's head. What had just happened here? 
What was happening to him? 
He had found a woman, no he had found the woman for himself. But was he really allowed to possess her, to claim her for himself? 
She was married, of all things, to a man he knew only too well! Dammit! 
Sure, the marriage probably wasn't exactly the one he'd had with Ashley, but was that a reason to break into it? 

No, it certainly wasn't. But what did Marilyn want? Was she perhaps going to break up with Robert anyway? 
But then surely Robert would have reacted differently. 
Or was he blind? Was he a man whose wife packed her bags one morning and he didn't know why? 
While he was getting dressed again, he thought back and forth, but came to no real conclusion. 

He couldn't bring himself to do the sensible thing, which was to pack his things and leave, but everything else had to go in the direction that was the least sensible. 
He decided to talk to Marilyn about it as soon as he could. 

There was probably no point in continuing this relationship, if one could speak of it at all, like this. Eventually he fell asleep again over the thought.

"Hello sleepyhead, coming for breakfast?"

Sleepily Martin opened his eyes and looked into the eyes of an angel! 

Marilyn had bent over him. 
Briefly she looked to the side, as if to make sure no one saw her, and then gave him a kiss on the mouth, "To make getting up work better!" she said with a mischievous grin.

If Martin had racked his brains a few hours ago about whether he shouldn't leave the house after all, that kiss had suddenly spirited all those thoughts away again and all he could think of was looking forward to having breakfast with Marilyn at the same table. 

Even if he would certainly have a guilty conscience towards Robert. 
But this fear quickly subsided when Marilyn told him that her husband was still feeling lousy and would probably not look up until lunchtime.

So the two of them had breakfast alone...

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But the togetherness was abundantly exploited. Their eyes met again and again, their hands, and although not many words were spoken, both knew what the other was thinking. 

But then Martin's sense of reality came to the fore again. 

He put his hand on hers: 
"Marilyn," ... he began in an uncertain voice, "I think we should have a talk about which way we are going. You know I love being with you. I haven't often said this to a woman, but with you I can say it easily and safely: I've fallen in love with you, yes I love you. But you are married. I just let my feelings get the better of me. But I thought about it on the couch today, and I had even considered leaving right away and not being here this morning."

He had expected Marilyn to now look at him with wide eyes and start crying. But she remained calm. Only her happy expression changed to a thoughtful one.

"Yes Martin, I too have fallen in love with you. I would have loved to stay on the couch with you tonight. And if I'm honest, I actually didn't sleep at all tonight because I was thinking about the same thing. And I was also obeying if you weren't leaving because I was actually afraid of that too. However..." she smiled again, "I would now be standing in front of your door with fresh cake and these home-baked rolls!"

Now it was up to Martin to laugh out loud. "I think I've come across an incorrigible woman there!"

"Yes maybe," then she became serious again, "but tonight, when I just couldn't hold back any more and cried without restraint, I realised what I've been missing over the last few years. Sure, Robert is a fine guy in his own way, but he's not a man for me. I realised today what I'm missing out on, what this relationship is costing me in strength. Maybe these are just feelings born out of the situation, but I don't think so. Tonight I experienced what two people can give each other, what closeness and togetherness can really mean. And I don't want to do without it any more. We are two grown-up people. We know that we hardly know each other now and maybe in a few months many things would be different. But somewhere there is the man who gives me what I long for. However, and I would like to say this now: I have also fallen in love. In love with a lonely man who sat abandoned on a bench in the middle of winter and who looked at me with wide eyes as if I were a Christmas miracle and who gave me more in one week than my husband had given me in many years..."

The two now sat silently opposite each other. Breakfast tasted nowhere near as good as it had in the beginning. 
But neither wanted to call an end to it now, or do or say anything that might mean that. 

Only when they had finished breakfast and were clearing the cutlery together did Marilyn look at Martin: 
"Can you give me a few days, maybe until the weekend? By then I'm sure I can tell you what I'm going to do."

"I think that's a good idea," Martin agreed, though it was now up to him to ignore the lump in his throat.

Marilyn snuggled up to him once more. Her arms went around his neck and then she looked up at him. 

His eyes were wet now: "I love you!" she whispered.

"Me too!" he whispered back and then went to the front door.

But just as Martin was about to close the door, he heard Marilyn still calling, he turned again, "Yes?"

"Can you please help me. Robert picked up another laundry basket full of old things from his parents yesterday, which I want to take away tomorrow. But the boot lid won't hold. All you have to do is hold this stupid lid, is that still possible?"

Martin nodded, even though he realised that this would only be an excuse to keep him near her for a few more minutes. 

But why shouldn't he do her this favour. For him, too, every minute with her was still precious, no matter what would happen after this week. 
She threw on another jacket and then came running with the garage key.

Soon the garage door swung upwards with a loud squeak. 
And if the discussion with Marilyn and his thoughts about their relationship had not been enough, there was now a Chrysler in the garage.

Even though it was not blue but white, the memories of the accident came flooding back...

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But why should this coincidence bother him now, there were many of these cars. 

Martin held up the tailgate for her while she took out the basket, which was perhaps half full.

But when he let go, the lid actually crashed down and latched with a clanging sound. 
But when Martin checked to make sure the tailgate was fully closed, he noticed that the gap between the tailgate and the wing did not match. Curious, he went to the front and looked at the wing against the light. 
He didn't really think about it, it was more of an intuition.

"Is something wrong?" asked Marilyn anxiously.

"I don't know, probably just a figment of my imagination," was all he said, but it was clear to see that the rear wing had not exactly been expertly spackled and repainted.

"Did you have an accident there?" he asked now, although he did feel rather stupid now.

"Yes," Marilyn said rather curiously about why Martin was asking, 
"last Christmas of all years. Robert told me that he had taken a street post. He was quite upset about it because he had given the car a blue colour with a foil like that only a fortnight before. He had liked it better. After the accident, it was pretty tattered on the wing and he had a football buddy take it off over Christmas and he repaired the rest. Why, is something wrong?"

Everything seemed to be spinning in Martin's head. 

He heard his son's words again: 
"Yes, but then she said that I shouldn't be sad any more, because otherwise she's sad too, and that she'd prefer it if we were really great fun too. Then she's happy too. And that I'm sure daddy will soon find me another mummy who will love me very much."

"Are you all right?" He heard Marilyn's voice only from a distance and although the floor was freezing cold, he just sat down. 

His legs had started to shake so badly he couldn't have stood. 
He could hear the blood rushing in his head. 
The next thing he noticed was the worried look on Marilyn's face as she knelt down in front of him, clearly worried about him.

Marilyn was confused. What had happened here. That Martin's change was related to her car was obvious. 
But what did this car have to do with this man. And most importantly, what in the world made someone get so scared?

Marilyn had to watch Martin's gaze now constantly bouncing between this repaired wing, her and the sky. 

And right away she didn't understand at all what he was saying to her when he seemed to slowly come to himself again: 
"Marilyn," he said, "I think we've been thinking too much tonight. Even if you think I'm crazy now..." He paused... "No, this is too stupid, it can't be, but..." 
Martin looked up at the sky again. "How do you know, Kate, how..."

Then he stood up, pulled Marilyn to him, hugged her and gave her a kiss on the mouth.

Completely perplexed, Marilyn stood before him. It occurred to her what would happen if a neighbour had seen this and she carefully pushed him away from her.
But then Martin pulled out his mobile phone. 

Marilyn stopped, curious.

"Yes, good morning," Martin began the conversation, "I'm Martin Jackson, you may remember. I'm the man whose wife was killed in a car accident at Christmas 1 year ago. - Oh, you were one of the security officer officers who were with me at the time? Well, I think I found the car! - How did I find it? I don't think I can explain that to you, because otherwise you'd lock me up. But I can tell you one thing: My wife has taken terrible revenge! - Yes, my wife, you heard right!"

"Revenge?" asked Marilyn uncertainly.

"Yes, revenge. Because not only will her death get Robert into a lot of trouble with the security officer and the prosecution, she also took his wife!"

Slowly, Marilyn began to understand what had just happened. However, she still didn't know what made him think that his deceased wife was behind it. Only a quarter of an hour later, a security officer patrol arrived. 

When they got Robert out of bed, they didn't need to ask him. 
He knew immediately why they were standing in front of his bed on New Year's Day.
When he had seen Martin, the memory had immediately caught up with him.

He had read in the newspaper what had happened and he had also known who the woman was who had died because of him. And that was also the reason why he had gone all out at the New Year's Eve ball. 

He wanted to get rid of the memory! And so it was almost an irony of fate that he had brought about the situation himself through his drunken stupor, that Martin had spent the night in his flat.

And now, when the security officer were standing in front of him, he immediately admitted everything. He did not yet know, with his alcohol-soaked brain, where Martin had learned that he was the cause of the accident, but this was unimportant to him for the time being.

"And it's all because I wanted to be near you for a little while longer," Marilyn said to Martin when the security officer had taken her husband to the security officer station for questioning, "actually, we have a little stick outside that we can spread in."

Martin looked at her. He didn't know if he was allowed to say what he wanted to tell her. But then he just said: 
"First of all, I've seen the stick. I had one of those in my old car, too. And secondly: I'm sure it would have come up like that otherwise. I think someone else had a hand in it!"

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