Helga and Harriet have begun having an affair, a radical change for Helga but other things are changing as well and when the Molotov-Ribbentrop Part is signed in Moscow, Helga overhears some startling news that will soon reverberate across the world as Hitler prepares to invade Poland. When she relays this news to Harriet she knows that soon she will face the ultimate choice, to betray her husband and her country, or to stay with Helmut and lose her one true love. However Helmut has secrets of his own that will forever change Helga.
Author's note: I would like to thank Michael from Germany for the German translation.
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THE BETRAYAL
Helga arched her back as Harriet pushed harder. The rubber dildo had been lubricated with oil and the first time Harriet took it out to show her she'd blushed furiously, but after experiencing sex with the dildo it had become her favoured method of penetration. This was due partly to the fact that it better simulated 'normal' sex and partly because the dildo was so much larger than a penis and unlike a penis, it could be manipulated in ways that were impossible with a penis. When you added a tongue and fingers to the act of penetration, the climax was that much more satisfying and indeed lasted longer. It had also encouraged Helga to take the lead in their intimate encounters over the last two weeks, using the dildo on Harriet felt far more natural. She loved watching it slide in and out while her lover rose and fell in time with her rhythmic probing.
This particular session had been an impromptu one after a light lunch at their favourite French café when they'd gone back to Harriet's hotel room, ostensibly to sip iced tea while Harriet worked on her next article. It was yet another interview with an Egyptian nationalist with links to the Free Officers Group although he had requested his identity be kept secret. However some time later she'd tired of the article and joined Helga on the divan in the main sitting room. Because they were in a place where they could be disturbed at an inopportune time they'd stayed clothed and just lay in each other's arms, but that became too tempting and so Harriet retrieved the dildo from her bedroom and sliding Helga's dress up over her knees, began a slow and luxuriously erotic session that had Helga moaning in ecstasy until finally she went over the edge and climaxed with a series of short, sharp spasms.
"What have I done to you?" Harriet murmured some time later as Helga rearranged herself.
"You have taken me to heaven," Helga ran an appreciative eye over the pale brown dress she'd made for Harriet three days ago. It had a wide collar and buttoned down to the waist where it flared out in a wide skirt. The placket and cuffs on the short sleeves were made of black silk that she'd had found in her leftover basket, the placket covered the ivory buttons on the dress. She traced her finger lazily down the pleat, undoing the buttons as she made her way down to her waist. Harriet followed her progress as she unbuckled the belt and let it fall away. A few moments later Helga moved forward to push Harriet's back against the wall and changing position, spread her legs wide and settled in between them as she prepared herself.
For an instant neither woman moved and then Harriet pulled her panties down to reveal the patch of hair between her legs. Helga's eyes shifted as she moved down and knelt in front of her, the dildo slid inside and Harriet sighed with pleasure as Helga began sliding it in and out, alternating the insertions with a tongue to bathe her genitals. It was something she'd baulked at first but ever since their first encounter two weeks ago she'd been working herself up to it, a process that took all of four days before she finally attempted it. The result was an explosive orgasm that had Harriet crying out for more.
However, Helga was a quick learner and was soon able to take the time to arouse her clitoris and not over stimulate the delicate organ, she'd become almost expert when it came to female genitalia. There were times however when she contemplated the logic behind her love for Harriet. It was an affair that could not be maintained, Harriet had warned her from the start that the Times could recall her to America at any time.
"But until then we will love as if there is no tomorrow."
Harriet's short, sharp breathing alerted her to the coming orgasm and when she let out a long, drawn out sigh, Helga held her in place for a few seconds before withdrawing the dildo and sitting back on her haunches. Harriet left the dress riding high as she contemplated the whirling ceiling fan.
"That was the best ever."
"I am glad," Helga rose and sat down beside her, "I am getting used to this kind of love."
"I have noticed that," Harriet sat forward and proceeded to button her dress, "a natural talent. Most women take some time to get used to licking a woman down there but you seem to have found your rhythm without much help from me."
"What happens now?"
"What do you mean?" Harriet paused in the act of buttoning her dress.
"I mean in the future," she replied, "Helmut has said we will most likely be returning to Germany, probably next month."
"When did he say this?" Harriet fastened the button.
"This morning when I was making a new set of curtains for the spare room, he said it would be a waste of time because we would probably be going back to Germany," she looked at her.
"There is no way we could be like this in Germany and I would not want you to follow me no matter what your heart tells you. Even Nazis trip up over each other in their eagerness to betray each other to Herr Heydrich, so much for the glorious Third Reich. We have become exactly like the Soviet state that we are told to despise," she made to get up but Harriet reached out and grabbed her wrist.
"How badly do you want to leave Helmut?"
"It is bad enough," she leaned back against the wall, "I am living two different lives, sometimes I do not know where I am. The other day I almost called Helmut by your name and only remembered myself at the last moment."
"And that is my fault," Harriet swivelled to face her, "I have let this go on for some time, perhaps I too was hoping for something to happen but let us be honest. If anything is to happen then it must be up to us to make it so."
"What do you mean?"
"You need to leave Helmut and come to America. You said a few weeks ago that your Uncle Erich had wanted you to come to America?"
"Ja, but such things take time," she frowned, "I would have to write him a letter, which would take months to reach him, by then I am in Germany and although I can give my parent's address there is every chance my mother could open the letter and discover my intentions."
"What about a phone call?"
"Calling from home is not an option, he would know soon enough."
"Leave it to me," Harriet reassured her.
"But even if this happens and I have doubts, what happens if I get to America?"
"Leave it to me," Harriet repeated, "now perhaps I should drive you home."
It all sounded very mysterious, like something from a film but Helga let Harriet drive her home and when she farewelled her with a kiss on the cheek, she put a hand on her crotch.
"Tomorrow I will be away from the hotel, and probably the day after too, I will send a message in the usual way when I can see you again."
It almost sounded like a goodbye but Helga was too preoccupied with the momentous decision she had just made, to leave Helmut and try to make a new life in America.
On the face of it the decision looked simple enough, until one peeled away the layers. She would be away from her immediate family and there would be repercussions of an entirely different kind. She would be the divorcee, the woman who had abandoned her husband to pursue her own selfish needs and desires. She had met such women in the past and while sometimes she sympathised with their reasoning, there was still an instinctive desire to push back against it. Marriage vows were meant to be made once and treated as a sacred trust. Granted life was complicated, people became distant and that was without factoring in other things. In this matter however, Helga was definitely not without blame. She was the one who had the affair, she was the unfaithful wife and while she could justify her infidelity, it didn't make it any easier.
Helmut must have sensed something was awry because he actually seemed more attentive to her the next two days, sympathising with her listlessness and when he discovered that she hadn't seen Harriet that day he even offered to drive her to the hotel himself.
"She is good for you."
