She takes the matter in her hand.....

Waltraud caught trickles of sperm from her chin and cheeks with her forefinger, and looking as deliberately wanton as she could, licked it off. Stefan laughed at her naïve cum-play.

"And what did you think of it?" He asked, playfully, rubbing his cock over her face.

"It's not bad at all actually... I think I could get to rather like it..." she mused, taking his softening shaft in her hands, and milking out a tiny final morsel, making him shudder as she licked it off the tip.

Now even Stefan noticed a change in me, though I'm sure any interpretation he made would have been regular girl-talk that made me more relaxed.

Despite the sometimes painful split in my affections, I was altogether happier, and even in bed with Hubbie himself, I perversely became more generous.

Guilt, and a thoroughly awaked libido, I suppose.

We were both surprised, but Stefan the more so, especially when I swallowed without any fuss. I'd been drinking Dieter's cum happily for several days, and now found Stefan's flavour perfectly acceptable.

"You've never done that before," said Stefan in a strange voice, as I lifted my head. I licked my lips involuntarily. The "old" man really didn't taste too bad!

"Maybe I'm changing... maybe I want to try a few things..." I hinted, mysteriously, and left it at that.

Stefan didn't go down on me as I hoped, not that night anyway, but a few days later, as he prepared to mount me in the traditional manner, I gave him an ultimatum.

Either we experimented with sex, preferably to my directions, or I wouldn't suck him off again. Stefan was as shocked as I thought he would be.

I think he felt quite hurt and threatened - he really believed that he had been doing all he needed to satisfy me. If it hadn't been for the lure of regular and fulfilling blowjobs I think there would have been a row, instead of moody silence, followed by a **** acquiescence.

For the first time that night, Stefan and I enjoyed a genuine sixty-nine, bringing each other to lovely orgasms with tongues and fingers. I let him cum in my mouth again, and held his face to my pussy as I came hard, wet, better than I could remember having done with him since our first few years together!

I woke up in the middle of the night, and saw that he was awake, staring into space, thinking hard; trying to figure out what was going on. I would wait for the right moment before I broke it to him that I was having my own affairs....

I decided to let him stew for a while longer - I needed to be properly prepared for the consequences of that bombshell!

His flawed morality was surprisingly old-fashioned, and there was a very strong chance that he would throw me out, or try to. I had to find a way but at the same time, there was no way back to how it had been before, and from our most recent lovemaking, there was more than a seed of hope that Stefan and I could still make it work.

However, the days passed, and nothing happened, except in the shower with my own hands. I wandered around my home in a daze, yearning for Dieter's special call, which never came.

I was terribly disappointed and at the same time part of me was very relieved. The idea of really deceiving my husband, of committing adultery, with all the implications to us, to everything; was a pretty terrifying prospect.

The urge seemed to gradually subside, and with frequent sighs at what might have been, I tried to resume my normal pattern of life. Then one day when I had long given up hope, the call came out of the blue, in the middle of an ordinary afternoon. I picked up the phone casually.

"Hi, its Dieter."