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On his way down for dinner, Ben met Gerd in the entrance hall. Gerd, in an overcoat and car keys in his hand, was going out. Although he seemed in a grim mood, he stopped to exchange a few sentences with Ben, shook his hand, wished him Good Luck, and bade him Goodbye. Christine was watching them from behind the glass. Once Gerd had gone, she gave Ben a wave to come into the office.Christine had obviously been angry. She reached into her desk and took out a bottle of Schnapps and held it questioningly in Ben’s direction. When he nodded, she produced two glasses to pour a generous shot. Throwing back her head Christine toasted Ben with an emphatic, “Well, to us and may Gerd go to hell!” She emptied her glass with a gulp.Keeping the bottle out of sight but well in reach, Christine leaned back in her chair and told Ben about her grievance. The hotel was too small to afford a night-porter. The entrance door had an electronic lock and – as Ben had learned – could be opened with a code of numbers. These were given to guests who planned to return late. But there was also an emergency call button for unplanned, late arrivals.The duty of being on-call after 10 o’clock Acıbadem Escort – for admitting a locked-out guest or late arrival, or an in-house emergency – Christine and Gerd were supposed to share. The signal could be directed at either the marital apartment or – from the time before their marriage – to what had been Christine’s separate room situated closer to the reception area. This room she had never surrendered. As her marriage to Gerd from an unpromising beginning progressively deteriorated, Christine had practically moved back into her room.The argument tonight between her and Gerd was triggered by his going out again. As he returned “mostly late and always drunk” -as she put it – the responsibility for the night-vigil at the hotel had more and more fallen on her alone. She shrugged her shoulder and refilled her glass, “I blew up. I just had enough!”Then, with an apologetic smile, Christine changed the subject. She told Ben that she and Erika had looked at the hotel offerings in Munich. They had downloaded the prospectus of the one they had chosen. Christine would download it to Ben’s Pad. Then she grinned Acıbadem Escort Bayan and said, “You can text us if you agree with Erika’s choice of bathroom and my choice of bed for our two nights in Munich.”Ben had gotten up to leave for dinner. In the doorway, Christine stopped him. She had turned serious and added, “Erika seems to think you are worried about us three getting together as lovers. Both of us are looking forward to being with you in Munich. For Erika and me, finding and now loving you after all these years is wonderful! It’s like a breath, no, a gust of fresh air gushing into our stale, settled lives. With you, we are feeling free and young and sexy and desired! Erika and I are not going to let it go to waste by being jealous and prudish shy!”Ben looked at Christine. There was a glint of tears in her eyes. It made him stammer, “Neither will I waste it. You both loving me is the greatest gift! It is so undeserved and unexpected that I still find it hard to believe.”As he could not find the right words, Ben turned and fled.After dinner, Ben returned to his room. He rang his father, not talking at Escort Acıbadem great length. Ben gave him his departure time and thanked him and Helen for coming to see him off. Then Ben settled down to answer, at length, a letter from friends in Australia.A mail arrived on Ben’s Pad at ten o’clock, with no message, just an enclosure. It was the Munich hotel brochure Christine had promised, sent from the hotel’s computer. Ben guessed that it was the last task Christine had done before closing and going to bed.Ben could only applaud the choice made by Erika and Christine on the details that mattered most. The super-king-size bed, discretely lit, looked sinfully inviting. And then the bathroom: besides a large, glassed-in shower with gleaming apertures, it sported a luxurious hot tub. Ben could imagine how Erika had drooled over the picture, with mind and pussy aflame about what such a playroom promised!Ben wanted to show his approval. He posted an immediate reply to Christine and Erika’s Pad:To Christine & Erika: – “Great choice of hotel! Imagine myself already with two sexy-loving sisters on the silky sheets of the bed, in the hot tub, the sinful bed, in the bubbling tub again, etc., etc. Why, oh why can we have ONLY two nights? B.”With Erika at home, Christine retired for the night and, he assumed, their iPad locked away, Ben did not expect a reply. He, therefore, cleared his desk and packed his Pad into the overnight case, ready for departure in the morning.
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