What if you fall in love with a dominant girl?
*** JANUARY ***
Back in Germany, it was like I had never left. For the first months, I would be working at headquarters. Then, I would relocate to a customer plant for on-site work.
In Germany, it is not uncommon for large companies to have their headquarters in small villages. A well-known example is a small village called 'Herzogenaurach,' where Adidas and Puma are located.
The company I work for has its headquarters in a small village near 'Osnabrück.' From Eindhoven to 'Osnabrück' is a three-hour drive, which is doable for weekend drives depending on traffic jams.
I stayed with an older landlady. She is also an employee of the same company, living in a big house with spare rooms. The company encourages kids of employees and customers to stay as guests with employees to strengthen bonding. They even have terms for it, 'Mitarbeiter Kinder' (Miki), employee kids, and 'Kunde Kinder' (Kuki), customer kids. Who said Germans don't have a sense of humor? As a previous Kuki, I could still use the arrangement.
Work was challenging, there was a shortage of qualified people, and I needed time to pick up all kinds of specific technology. The company invents and builds industrial automation solutions for manufacturing plants. They have multiple departments, like machine building, electrical engineering, and software engineering. My team, 'Inbetriebnahme,' was responsible for letting all disciplines work together. To make it work, first prefabricated at headquarters and then at the customer job sites.
I rejoined the local gym and was welcomed back by the in-crowd with jokes about my newly gained love handles.
Although I didn't tell anyone about what had happened the past sixteen months, people noticed I was a bit depressed. They invited me to some social gatherings and tried to cheer me up.
*** FEBRUARY ***
Carnival! Carnival in this part of Germany is much the same as in Eindhoven. I was not in the mood for it because of what happened last year. But my co-workers insisted I would join them.
On the Wednesday before Carnival, I visited my co-worker Mike and his girlfriend Katja to pick up an outfit. The outfit itself is too stupid to discuss, with some tropical look. Kurt, another co-worker, was also there with his wife, Gabrielle, to pick up an outfit for Gabrielle. It seemed like Katja and Gabrielle were best friends. Kurt would leave on Thursday for a ski trip to Austria, and Gabrielle would join us for Carnival.
Friday night was women's night, the same as in Eindhoven. Girls and women try to catch a lock of hair or shoelace from a guy. Then he will be her catch, but all in a fun way. Lots of beer flowed, which was a problem for me. Not being used to drinking much alcohol, I got drunk and ended up kissing the cute-looking Dirndl-wearing, very married Gabrielle! I don't even remember how I got back to my room.
The following morning, I had a hangover and a text from Gabrielle, "Could we meet for coffee and talk?" Which was a clever idea. I had no idea how to manage the kissing incident. We met in a local pub, and she grinned when she saw me.
"How are you feeling? You look terrible. Next time, you better not drink so much."
"Thank you for the heads up, but I've figured that out myself already. But some coffee will help."
We had coffee and made some chitchat. Then, Gabrielle took a deep breath.
"Last night was not some mistake but a setup..."
She hesitated before she continued, "Kurt and I have an agreement. Each year, we take a week off from our marriage. He goes skiing, and I'm going to the Carnival. He can pick up girls in Austria, and I can have one or more boyfriends for the week. We don't tell each other what happened like what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas."
She sipped from her coffee, "Some of our close friends like Mike and Katja and others you met yesterday evening know about our arrangement. To prevent gossip, and they help to keep me safe."
Another sip, first staring at her hands, then looking up and staring right at me, "I would like you to become my boyfriend for this week."
Okay, that was unexpected. But the proposal was very tempting, and a rebound like this is what could help me after Denise.
Gabrielle has long, dark, curly brown hair, a beautiful face, and a nice feminine figure. She was the type that attracted a lot of male attention.
"Gabrielle, can I ask some questions first?"
"Sure, what do you want to know?"
"First of all, why me? You can get anyone you want."
She smiled, "I think you're cute, kiss nice, and because you're just temporarily located, you're not a thread of my marriage. I also think you need some fun. We all feel that you're depressed, and I would love to elevate your mood."
"But wouldn't this be awkward later on? I work together with your husband. What will Mike say to him about me?"
"Mike was the one that suggested you to me. He vouched for you and thinks you're a great guy. And I trust you to be discrete and not to rub it in. Kurt is the love of my life, and I don't want him to get hurt."
That's weird, fucking outside your marriage but not wanting your spouse to get hurt, "Can I ask you why you have got this arrangement?"
She replied sharply, "That's something private between Kurt and me and is not something I discuss with someone else. What will it be, yes or no?"
Talking about a complete no-brainer, "Yes, I feel honored and would love to be your boyfriend this week."
Relieved, she petted my arm, "Great, go get some of your stuff. You'll be staying with me."
***
She was a sexual dynamo. Experienced, confident, and fun. We went to the Carnival every day. The group just accepted me like it was the most normal thing. I cut back the alcohol to be able to perform. At her home, we did it as often as possible, like rabbits. She did make me wear condoms. It was part of the arrangement she had with her husband. But we used a lot of them!
She gave me blow jobs to get me hard again. She had no problem deepthroating me at all. When I asked her about it, she gave me a grin.
"Two years ago, my boyfriend for the week taught me how to deepthroat. A few weeks later, Kurt and I had some stupid argument. As makeup sex, I gave him his first deepthroat blow job. He was both happy and angry at the same time, happy having one, angry because he immediately realized how I had learned to deepthroat. He was pissed but had no argument to stay angry.
During the year, whenever we argued, I gave him a blow job to piss him off. At one moment, I realized he started fights to get a blow job.
Last year I found a boyfriend for the week who taught me anal sex."
She glanced at me, "Don't worry, you'll get my ass too."
Laughing out loud, "You should have seen the shock on his face the first time I offered Kurt my ass during makeup sex."
Then she snuggled against me, "Do you happen to have something for me that I can use on Kurt next time?"
It made me think back to all the stuff Denise and I did. What we did in April seemed a bit extreme, but the rope play we did in July in Spain was something I could tell. I explained to Gabrielle how Denise had tied me with rope and made me eat my cum.
Shocked, "Wow, that is so hot. Kurt will get the surprise of his life."
