Chapter 1
Krista
Today, without thinking, I ordered my drink in German instead of English. When the barista looked at me in curiosity, a man behind me told the barista what I wanted in English.
“You speak German?” I asked the man in surprise. "Ja, ich spreche Deutsch. Aber nur für sehr hübsche Frauen,” he answered in my native tongue. (Yes I do but only to very pretty women).
Immediately, I was smitten with this ruggedly handsome man from my native country. "Ich würde gerne einen Tisch mit Ihnen teilen", she said (I’d love to share a table).
Over the next two hours, John Smith and I talked in our native tongue. It felt refreshing. Like returning to my roots. Not once in the ten years I have been married to Jack have I ever considered cheating on my husband. But this man had my panties soaking wet by the time I said I should get going.
When John asked if he could have my cell number, I gave it to him without a second thought. “I will call you tomorrow morning and we will have breakfast together,” he told me like a matter of fact. I told him it would have to be after 8am. Because that is when Jack leaves for work.
As I drove back home, I felt a little twist in my stomach that maybe this could be construed as cheating on Jack. But it’s only breakfast right? Then why are my panties soaked through?
My pussy was burning by the time I got home. I raced to the bedroom and pulled up my dress, I yanked my dripping wet panties to the side and masturbated like a schoolgirl with her first crush.
The entire time I was frigging myself, I envisioned John Smith. His 6 foot 3 hunky body and his ruggedly handsome face. I had a bone crushing orgasm. I felt guilty afterward. Did I just cheat on Jack? Yet, I smiled smugly to myself. This was the most aroused I had been in years.
Don’t get me wrong. Jack is a terrific lover and a marvelous husband. But today was something new. Something unexpected. This man was handsome and spoke my native language. It felt like going home to me. A wonderful familiarity that Jack cannot provide.
I called my mother in Germany this afternoon. We spoke Germany during the entire conversation. I did not realize how much I missed home before talking German with John this morning.
Yes, I will have breakfast with John tomorrow. I will spend as much time with him as I can. I masturbated again after talking with mom. Yes, I envisioned John again and had another powerful orgasm.
When Jack got home at a quarter past 5pm, I was dressed only in a see thru nighty and I attacked him. I kissed him furiously and pulled his clothes off right in the middle of the living room.
It felt wonderful when Jack’s fat cucumber size 9-inch cock filled my sexhole. As Jack pounded into me, I fantasied that it was John fucking me.
I felt ravenous while Jack fucked me like a wild man. Evidently, coming home to an almost naked wife really lights his fire.
There are twice that I nearly call out John’s name while my husband is fucking me savagely. I close my eyes and bask in the sensation of Jack’s jizz flooding into me. “Yes Mein Liebling, take me,” I groan thinking of John.
Jack
I got a secret message from the SIA today that there is a German spy working for Russia somewhere in the country named Vaugner Von Braun. He is using an alias, of course. But no one knows what it is just yet.
We have been notified to keep a look out and be on our toes till we figure out who he is and where he is. We also have no clue what his mission is. I studied his photograph just in case by some miracle I might come across him.