Stefan and Irmghard had made no date. Of course, both knew that they could meet each other as 'regulars' in Liesl's café.
Stefan was sorely tempted to go the next evening but desisted. Wednesday night, however, he could no longer resist. Settled down on the Stammtisch well before ten, with a beer and one of Liesl's famous sandwiches, Stefan wondered what it would feel like if Irmgard did not show.
But, almost on the dot at ten, she breezed in. Seeing him made her smile as she made for the back and a showy, enthusiastic hugging of Liesl. Grinning down over Liesl's shoulder at Stefan, Irmgard said: -
"Here you are. We missed you yesterday. Left us girls alone to gossip. That is dangerous, you know."
Before sitting down almost on his lap, Irmgard cradled his head and pressed his face into her boobs. Liesl smiled knowingly; there were no secrets between those two. The way she joined in the going banter showed that Liesl obviously approved. Stefan had learned that Liesl was divorced and, like Irmgard, apparently fancy-free. She liked him. He wondered if she would also have fancied a one-off adventure like Irmgard?
Stefan left the questioning of Irmgard until they were in a hug leaning against Irmgard's car. He asked her if she planned to revisit him, or if -- last time - had been for her a one-night adventure? The question made Irmgard's mouth fastened on his with a wide-open, hot-breath kiss. She pressed and sexily wriggled her body against his before she whispered: -
"I thought you'd never ask! ... Yes, yes! I'll come tomorrow night! ... And every other night you want to make love to me like last time."
Stefan again prepared a mini-feast with champagne. Besides, he bought candles and flowers and, most importantly, a decorative bed-spread. Tonight, they were going to feast, with the bed ready for them. When Irmgard rang his apartment's bell down at the entrance, Stefan lit the candles, turned off the lights. Now the room's mood matched his. It felt like Christmas did a long time ago as a child. He wanted to show Irmgard that she, in her beauty and the generosity of her sensuality and desires, was for him a wonderful gift.
When Irmgard stepped into the room, she reacted the way Stefan had hoped. She looked around and fell silent. The smile spreading slowly over her expressive face meant Irmgard was not only surprised but touched. She turned towards him. Putting her arms around Stefan's neck, she said very quietly: -
"This is lovely. Now I know how much you wanted me ... to come again. ... And I can tell you, that I could think of nothing else but of coming back."
Sitting on their love-ready bed in the soft candle-light, they settled down for a leisurely meal. Unlike on Monday, with the certainties now established, both of them were in a relaxed mood. Irmgard, dressed in a wine-red blouse and black trousers, exuded a natural elegance and unforced sensuousness. When Stefan learned more about Irmgard's life and background, he realised how extraordinary these qualities were in somebody like her.
During their leisurely meal, Irmgard wanted to clear-up some of the questions arising from their affair, which Stefan would have hesitated to bring up. Irmgard opened her confession in her usual, direct manner: -
"You may find it hard to believe, but this is my first love-affair. Except for my husband, you Stefan, are the only other man I have slept with."
Having braved her opening, she grinned, leant over and gave Stefan a kiss. Then Irmgard raised her glass and asked: -
"Don't you think, Stefan, this required a toast?"
Taking a hearty sip, Irmgard continued. She told him that she and her husband Robert grew up as neighbourhood-children. He, two years older, paid her little attention until she was sixteen and nicely filling out. Robert became her first boyfriend. They did the usual secretive snogging, but no heavy petting. Both of them were good kids from respectable families: Catholic, church-going and - as in their village, everybody knew everybody - always closely watched.
When Irmgard was nineteen and Robert twenty-one, they married. He was a qualified printer with a good income, and both their families supported their marriage. Two years later, they had a son. Their life was good. They had a circle of friends in the village, were members of the local football club and Robert was in the voluntary fire-brigade. They also joined the local Skat-club.
On mentioning this, Irmgard's face lit-up. She discovered that she had an exceptional talent for this card-game. Within four years of joining the club, she progressed to winning the local, then the regional, to win the Saarland Skat-Championship. She had since competed twice in West-Germany's national championship. Next year, Irmgard grinned, she was going to win!
Robert and Irmgard had been married for twelve years when his brain-cancer was diagnosed. Robert had always been nervy, and for the previous two years had often suffered from, what they thought, were migraines. He died within six months of the cancer being diagnosed.
At this point in her story, Irmgard stopped, but there was no sign of grief.
When she continued, she gave Stefan a sober reflecting on her sexual relationship with her husband. She said that Robert had always been more inhibited about sexual matters than she was. Even as teenagers, Robert's restraint in their petting - here Irmgard grinned -- was stronger than her resistance would have been. Once they were married and sex was allowed, Robert thought that the past's shy petting was behind them.
Irmgard sounded suddenly harsh: -
"Early in our marriage, we had regular sex but soon, less and less often. ... And always in the dark, silent, without ever kissing. We just fucked, always quickly! ... Robert seemed no longer keen to touch me, the way he did before we married. Or, for that matter, how some of our male friends tried to grope me as they slunk past!"
Irmgard readily admitted that she had always been somewhat interested in sex. She enjoyed the way she looked and that men found her attractive. But her buying a slightly revealing dress or wearing a bikini, upset her husband. Irmgard shrugged her shoulder: -
"I was a bit naughty, not the ideal wife for him. But I was a faithful wife! ... Yes, Robert was boring as a lover, but I did not sleep around. ... I loved Robert ... he was a good, decent man. ... But now I am free! And you are the first man I have met that I've really fancied!"
Stefan could not help it, he had to ask: -
"Why me? Why not someone from your circle of friends. You know, one of the male friends that tried to seduce you with their furtive groping? Now you could give-in to their advances."
Irmgard took Stefan's light-hearted query more seriously than he had intended. She explained that any relationship with a male from her village's friendship group was impossible for her.
