This is the continuation of the story "Unexpected: Fame"
So if you want to know how it all started, you should start there. Enjoy!
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Blackmail
On Saturday morning Gesa and me made love again and this time it took at least half an hour until I came. Afterwards I asked Gesa if she liked to have me lick her pussy. She showed me what she liked, when I should lick her labia with my tongue faster, when not so fast, and how hard I should suck her clit. For the first time I tasted the salty aroma of her wet pussy mixed with my own cum - a very peculiar taste experience.
It took a few long fantastic minutes until she suddenly pushed my head firmly into her lap and pressed her pussy against my mouth. Then an orgasm like a great wave seized her thighs, belly and breasts, her whole body trembling. Finally, she screamed several times so loudly that I was startled. She let go of my head and moved her abdomen as if trying to free herself from non-existent restraints. I watched her, fascinated and aroused. When the first two waves were over, she called out, "Now fuck me, please!"
Sure enough, my cock had become hard again. I knelt between her thighs and guided it into her vagina with my hand. It was a wonderful feeling to enter her this way. She lay in front of me and I slid very slowly in and out of her again and again. Meanwhile we looked into each other's eyes until we both had to laugh.
"I love you," Gesa said, "you are wonderful."
And I loved her too, that it almost hurt.
After breakfast Gesa said, "I have to drive you home soon. This afternoon Georg will be back from Buenos Aires, and I still have to clean up. And buy a bottle of champagne."
At the mention of champagne, she winked conspiratorially. I had completely forgotten that Gesa actually had a boyfriend and that we were "only" having a secret, albeit damn hot affair. Now I suddenly saw myself in the role of a lover hiding in the closet when the husband returns home. No, that didn't feel funny at all. That was the downer of this affair with Gesa: she belonged to someone else.
Once home, I kept running the "movie" over and over again in my head. Not the movie "Fame" of course, but what Gesa and I had done to the soundtrack of this movie and the next morning. To this inner film I masturbated three more times until the evening. Then all my sperm seemed to be used up.
Sunday was the most boring day of my life. I didn't want to see anyone except Gesa, and she was unavailable. My stomach showed clear signs of being strongly in love. Every minute that you don't see the person you're in love with then stretches into an agonizing hour, because all other pursuits seem bland, useless and superfluous. I didn't dare imagine how Gesa was now having sex with her boyfriend Georg. After he had been on the road for a whole week, surely the first thing he wanted to do now was to get into bed with her. I was sad not to be able to be with her myself, but strangely enough I was not jealous.
In the evening I watched "Tatort" (a very popular crime series in Germany), with my mother and my sister Andrea before I went to bed.
On Monday I was earlier than usual at work. I wanted to talk to Gesa before our working hours started, and therefore waited at the edge of the parking lot for her Golf.
Gesa also arrived a few minutes early. She got out of her car and signaled me to follow her behind the building. Once there, we embraced each other and exchanged a passionate French kiss while I let my hands slip into her coat and slide over her breasts above the sweater, and while she groped for the hardness of my member with her hand in my crotch.
"What about Georg? Has he arrived all right?" I asked.
"Yes, but so far he has only slept, probably because of jet lag," Gesa said, clearly disinterested. She changed the subject. "We can't let anything show at work, nothing at all. The friends who were with me on Friday wouldn't say anything, but the others will tear their mouths off if our story gets out. And then sooner or later it will end up with Georg, too."
"What are we supposed to do? I can't just ignore you and wait until Georg is in South America again."
"Maybe we can meet during lunch break. But we got to be very careful. No one must notice anything. Can we meet at your place?" she asked thoughtfully.
"Yes, we can. No one is at our house at noon. My mother and sister are at work until four."
"OK, it's best if you ride your bike home at noon and I'll join you there," Gesa proposed.
"Fine, but we won't have much time then."
"We'll just have to make good use of it," Gesa said, gave me another kiss and disappeared around the corner towards the parking lot again.
I waited for a moment and then walked around the house in the opposite direction, as if I had just come from the bike stand.
That's how we managed it that Monday and for the next two weeks on workdays: at work we avoided each other and spoke only what was necessary. After lunch, the children were taken to a large dormitory for nap time at one o'clock, and all colleagues who were not assigned to supervision could do private stuff during this hour. During the first week, I had simply sat down in the garden and read a book. On this Monday, however, I jumped on my bike at one o'clock sharp and rode the eight minutes home at breakneck speed.
Gesa drove off in her Golf a few minutes later, so she arrived at my house shortly after I was getting there. I left the back door open so that she didn't have to ring the front doorbell but could come straight into the house and into my room on the second floor via the courtyard. We had a good half hour to ourselves. In a few seconds, we had shed our clothes and lay down next to each other on my narrow bed to make love. Gesa's pussy was usually already insanely wet, so that my cock could slide right into her.
In the following two weeks Gesa showed me all the places where my touches gave her pleasure. We tried all the positions that Gesa knew. We laughed a lot together and brought each other to new climaxes every day. In those first two weeks of our affair, I learned more about my and Gesa's bodies and about sex than in the many years that have passed since then.
At a quarter to two we frantically got dressed again, arranged our hair and went back to work. A little out of breath, I was usually back just in time. Since Gesa arrived by car some time before me, no one noticed that we spent our lunch breaks together. Or so we thought.
