Heroine: The Husband's Cologne (11 page)

  
It was 9 o'clock in the evening, and I heard a succession of cars pulling up on the gravel driveway.  From the sound of it, they were large cars, whose motors boomed in a low bass.  Erich had asked me to wait in the bedroom; he was going to come back later and carry me off naked to the living room to present me to the guests.  Despite the heat in the room, I got goose bumps as the cars drove up to the house.  The time had come.  There was no way back.  I was the victim to be sacrificed on the subterranean altar. Images paraded through my mind: men pitching into me, and me at their utter mercy. 

At this moment I noticed that my excitement was gaining the upper hand. Fear was still present, but it was more from stage fright than anything else.

I sat before a make-up mirror and brushed my hair.  Erich had had the mirror installed a few days previously.  Again, I felt moved by his gestures of consideration for me.

There was a soft knock, and the door opened.  In the mirror I saw the curious faces of Horst and Erich.  They had come to pick me up.  I gave them a lingering look to let them know that I was ready.  Horst came up next to me, took my right hand and silently helped me to my feet.  I was about to go out when my master
,- as I referred to him inwardly,- held me back. 

“We would like to blindfold you, it's more erotic that way, and please don't forget to put on your red high heels.”

His low booming voice made my stomach tingle.  I obeyed him, and without protest I let him put a smooth black velvet cloth over my eyes. 

Horst kissed me on the neck and I quivered.  Then he laid his right hand on my butt, and with his left he led me out.  I was his. 

We slowly made our way down the stairway, whose steps I could glimpse from the slit under the blindfold, until we finally reached the basement.  The door in front of me creaked softly as it opened.  I heard the murmur of conversation, quiet laughter and music, and the tinkling of glasses.  As I entered the room, I felt a wave of warmth wash over me.  The voices hushed and everything went still.  Horst led me up a few steps, and I stood on the platform in the center.  And all at once, applause broke out. 

“She’s wonderful, Erich!  We haven't had such a fine looking woman before!  Marvelous!  I just have to have her!  What a beauty!” and so on.  Countless voices I didn't know reverberated through the room. 

I was bewildered.  Were they serious?  I knew that I had the power to seduce men, but this kind of reception was something I had never experienced.  I relished every moment of it. The heat in the room triggered beads of sweat on my body.  I felt the glow of spotlights on me.  Horst still held my hand.  He gently pulled me in his direction and led me around in a tight circle.  Obviously, he wanted to show me off to all those present.  Judging from the sounds, the sight was making an impression. And that turned me on. 

Abruptly, I was surrounded by several bodies.  I flinched.  Were these the men that Horst had brought with him?  Under the blindfold I tried to catch a glimpse of them. 

Some minutes later somebody removed the blindfold. Looking around, I realized that I was surrounded by an entire room of people who stood or lied watching me. Several strapping young gentlemen were evidently those selected as my lovers for the evening.  They were also the only ones still fully clothed.  All the others were at least partially nude or, like some women, still wearing underwear.

Given the choice, I would have asked some of them to put their clothes right back on: they were anything but nice to look at.  Their faces, on the other hand, I could only vaguely make out, as the glaring spotlight from above bathed me in a full glow, but kept the surrounding parts of the room in twilight.

“Now you can start,” Erich said and nodded to the clothed men surrounding me. 

I already knew Horst, but the others were unfamiliar to me.  I tried to recall the film that Erich had shown me, but I couldn't place any of them.  Since their faces were mostly concealed by the darkness, however, I resigned myself and sank back. 

Apart from Horst, all five of them were dressed identically.  They wore button-down shirts and extremely tight leather pants, which brought into relief the contours of their private parts.  The sight of them alone turned me on again.

But why did I count six men, including Horst?  Hadn't Erich mentioned five?  Irritated, I drew myself up on my elbows. 

“Horst, why are there six men instead of the five that we agreed on?” I asked, uneasy. 

“No reason to panic, there was a last-minute change of
plans.  Tanja couldn't make it tonight, so I asked one of my friends to step in and take her place.”

I made no protest, although that was not really the answer I was expecting; I had wanted Tanja to be present.  In the end, however, what difference did it make whether it was five or six men?  I was shivering and just wanted to finally get along. 

The first man came before me.  Horst said his name.  Tom, or something similar; a wonderfully dark-skinned man who proceeded to squat in front of me.  He had long, well-toned quads, sleek hair that was almost black, and an abdomen whose muscles stood out like rippling waves.  Not an ounce of fat. He’s the one I still like to think of. Of all the men, he seemed to be the most attentive.

There was one man who didn't really fit with the rest. I found his appearance funny, especially his member, and might have almost started giggling. His name was
Achim if I recall.

Another one of the guys, who introduced himself as Igor, now stood before me.  His hair was shaved clean, which gave his face a hard, angular look. He gazed at me with a malicious grin and I shivered under his look.

The other men I don’t remember. Then began what one could call an orgy, I being the center of the attention of the crowd.

Later in the evening I wanted to take a shower, and asked Erich to help me making my way through the group of people.

Only now did I see that there were almost two dozen people in the room.  I was bewildered.  Hadn’t Erich told
me of a maximum of 12 people in total?

A tall, slender woman in red silk lingerie was kissing a younger man in a corner.  She looked familiar.

“Ophelia, may I introduce you to my dear Juliane?”, Erich said.

What an odd first name.  Where did I know this woman from?
  As she swiveled around to face me, I was startled.  In the beautiful and delicately featured face that was now before me was a beak-like nose not unlike that of Erich's.  Only his was not so pronounced, and suited his chiseled features quite handsomely. On her, though, the nose had an incongruous effect.  Without that nose, she would have been beautiful, and she knew it. It was Erich's sister, whom I had already seen briefly at the Montjoie Hotel. If she was so loaded with money, I wondered why she didn't simply have her nose redone.  She was sure to be an instant success with men. 

“Thank you, Anna,” she said in a dusky voice.  The man with whom she had been intimately engaged turned around and gave me an indignant look.

It was a woman.  She was dressed like a man, had short cropped hair and broad shoulders, the latter due to the shoulder pads in her shirt. 

“Ophelia,
Juliane would like to take a shower and I'm sure you would, too.  Would you like to go together?” Erich asked. 

She looked at him derisively and remarked.

“Just so you can watch, you old peeping Tom?  As you like.  I'm taking Anna with me to watch over Juliane, so that you don't pounce on her.”

I could not have made sense of this exchange if I had tried.  Erich winked at me impishly and led us three
women through the narrow corridor toward the shower.  In fact, the corridor was only narrow because there were couples and small groups of people strewn about the place, busily engaged. 

Ophelia's playmate was the only one of us who still had to undress, for which she
needed some time in the changing room. Erich's sister had coming over to me and taking me into her arms.  She gave me a long French kiss.  I resisted for a moment, then gave in. 

“What about Erich?” I asked haltingly.  “Do you intend on having your brother watch?” I asked her, a little annoyed.

She laughed aloud:

“He's been doing that since he was a little kid, haven't you, naughty boy?  We used to have a lot of fun watching each other as kids...”

Anna burst into the room, and as she saw me in Ophelia's arms, she began to panic. I was unsettled by this, but I didn't want to disrupt the occasion for Erich who stood there with eyes wide.  Besides, I was a little intimidated by this powerful woman. The encounter with these women wasn't pleasant. I don't think a minute went by before I had had enough. 

“Erich, I want to go back,” I asked, throwing him a fearful look.

At first he seemed surprised, and then he subtly got me out of the situation.

“Sister, dear, I think it's all a little too much for my
Juliane.  Let's take a break.”

She glared at him, irritated, then nodded and went off with the dour-looking Anna.  I flung my arms around Erich and said:

“Thanks for saving me from that.”

“Tanja told me that you had had so much fun with her last week, that I thought you might want to try some more women,” he explained contritely.

“It's different with Tanja,” I said, as we made our way into the “recreational” room.

“I trust her.” Only later did I ask myself why Erich had spoken to Tanja during that week.

I didn't have time to probe him further, because the music in the room was so loud that we couldn't hear each other anymore. Horst approached us and asked Erich if we should resume the performance.  When Erich nodded, Horst took me by the arm and led me over to the bar, where the other five guys stood in conversation with other men, who looked like they might have liked to get to know them better.  To my surprise, I also recognized a politician, whom Erich had pointed out as the partner of his ex-boyfriend in Bonn.  But before I could ask him about it, Horst had already initiated the next performance.

It now dawned on me how well choreographed the entire affair was, at least to the extent that it was possible to choreograph an orgy.  Only later did I find out that the spectators present had paid good money to be allowed to take part.  More money, in fact, than I could ever imagine having myself...

But for now I listened to the instructions of our director, who in my view was trying his best to help Erich reach his goal. 

“You know what to do,” he calmly said to his friends, whom he had pulled aside, including me. 

“I want you to really take her this time, and work the room, get the mood going.  I want everyone who came here tonight to get their money's worth, if you know what I mean.  Make sure you use lubrication so that she can last.”

She
obviously meant me.  From what I knew of Horst, this was another one of his obnoxious lines.  As a used car salesman, he could simply not come up with anything classier. 

We made our way to the raised platform, that I had originally taken for a boxing ring the first time I had seen it.  The noisy crowd slowly closed in around the platform with cocktail glasses in hand and few, if any, clothes on.  Horst approached me, holding a Champagne flute and intoned loudly in my ear, to override the noise of the crowd:

“What's about to happen now is something that you and I have already tried, and we both had fun with it if you recall.  So enjoy it and think of Erich.”  He gave me a roguish grin.  I felt buoyed by his words and let myself fall into the arms of Tom, and then it began.

Horst later brought me another glass of Champagne, which I finished in a gulp.  This particular Champagne tasted sickeningly sweet and left an odd aftertaste in my mouth.  I chuckled to myself. I would soon dispel that taste with more of what these men had to offer me. The world around me began very subtly to change.  The sounds of the music became more distinct, and behind my tightly shut eyelids I could discern colors and bright halos.  Hot flashes coursed through my veins and I felt as if I was slowly beginning to rise. My belly suffused with warmth; colors and divine music filled my head.

I felt as if my body were dissolving.  I didn't know whether I was really here or merely a dream vision, couldn't tell where I ended or the world began.  I felt at one with these people and their tongues, their hands and their hair, which surrounded me on all sides. They were all touching me, lifting me, flipping me over, filling me up and fondling me. 

How long did this go on?  I honestly can't recall.  At some point I awoke from a deep trance and lay in Erich's arms.  I looked up at him and saw a smile of contentment.  It was then that I knew that I had succeeded.  I cuddled up to him and closed my eyes again.

   I was utterly spent.  At the outset of the evening, I had simply been having fun, enjoying myself.  Then I had been plunged into an all-consuming frenzy.  It went on and on, harder and harder.  It was me, me, and me at the center of attention the entire time. It was all about greed and lust, more, ever more. I had flown, ever higher, until I had reached the scorching heat of the sun.  Breathtaking vistas of color danced before my gaze. Then I remember Erich's eyes.  His orgasm, I had finally made it happen.

At some point I couldn't go on any longer and found myself on the floor in Erich's arms.  My exertions had turned countless hard cocks into small, flaccid, leaking taps.  I recalled later how some of these peckers had begun and remained small and flaccid even when they had finished.  Thinking back on this, I chuckled.

With shaky knees, I made my way to the shower, letting the water run so hot that I almost scalded myself.  Slowly, the heat began to revive my spirits.  When I had finished, I dried off and went out into the other room.  From the large hall in which I had given my performance, I heard boisterous sounds issuing. Groans, screeches, salacious cries were being made.  Someone, obviously, hadn't had enough.

I, on the other hand, had had more than my fair share.  I needed a rest.  My work was done and I was pleased.  Not only Erich, but I, too, had gotten what I wanted.  This latter fact was still sinking in.  It had, indeed, been my day. Everything had revolved around me.  I was slowly realizing that this event had fulfilled my unconscious wishes even more than Erich's.  It was all about me, me,
me… at the center with no bounds. 

But now I found myself wanting to be alone.  My belly was numb inside, the muscles of my vagina and my behind had bravely weathered the storm, not least because of
Tanja's tips.  Only gradually did I sense the feeling in my pussy and my behind returning, and with it a burning sensation in both.  My head was pounding. The bitter aftertaste in my mouth I could probably attribute to the drink that Horst had given me.

That was the price I had had to pay for my lust,
I thought to myself.  Though why hadn't Tanja been there?  I missed her, and I was certain that she would have praised me for applying her advice with such consummate skill.

I wanted to treat myself to a moment of relaxation before going back to Erich, so I descended the dimly lit steps leading to the swimming pool.  I took a blanket out of the nearby closet and lay down on one of the lounges, where only a few days prior I had played the part of Erich's slave; it was a memory that instantly triggered a sense of well-being.  The waves of the pool threw a flickering pattern onto the ceiling, which gradually made me sleepy. 

It must have been only a few minutes when I suddenly bolted awake.  I must have dozed off.  Then I heard a group of bellowing men's voices approaching and sat up quickly, suddenly feeling a little exposed. But nobody appeared. Still somewhat shaken, I looked around the room, but it was empty.  And then I looked up and to my relief saw that the voices had been coming through an air vent in the ceiling.  The vent seemed to lead to the men's room, which was clear from the sporadic sound of water being flushed.  The acoustics in the house were evidently not as well thought out as the rest of the place...

It was the Eastern European guy with the shaved head named Igor and Horst whom I overheard, his throaty voice being unmistakable. 

“She is fine a woman,” Horst's friend remarked in his broken German.  “Where did you get her?  I can use her for my business?” 

“She's not mine,” Horst replied.  “She's Erich's girl.  And believe it or not, she did this out of love for him.”

Resounding laughter broke out.  I cringed. 

“You are serious?  She
fuck for no money?  Good business, you do again,” the other bellowed. 

“Careful, nobody needs to know.  I'm going to whisk that chick right out from under his nose.  Then I'll train her good and make a shitload of dough,” Horst concluded. 

I felt a rising panic. What were they talking about?  Did they mean me?  Or was it somebody else? 

“Erich can't find out about any of this. I want to bring her over to my place, and then I can break her in. Tanja will find a way to lure the bitch over. She wasn't up to it tonight, but I'll let her know what's what,” Horst said with a grunt. Once more a peal of laughter, then the sound of water flushing, and it was quiet again. 

My thoughts were racing, as was my heart.  What in the hell did this mean?  I felt menaced and jittery. It was almost half an hour before I had calmed down.  I had to tell Erich.  I wanted to be able to confide in him.

Or had I imagined it? I had dozed off again and awoke from dreams that were not difficult to interpret; I lay once again on the platform, my legs hoisted up, and feeling the myriad touching, thrusting, moaning, and ejaculations over me once again. I noticed that I was wet from arousal. My belly pulsed. But then I felt the aching pain resurface. After all, I hadn't come through the orgy unscathed. My vagina stung, and the muscles of my rear end ached.  My nipples were numb and raw, causing me discomfort when they rubbed against the bathrobe. No more thoughts of sex. I needed to recover. 

The panic I had felt had subsided and I was no longer sure whether or not I had dreamed the conversation in the men's toilet.  Sluggishly I trudged up the steps and sat down at the bar. The room was almost empty. Horst and Tom stood in a corner chatting.  Ophelia's ‘
man’, or girlfriend rather, suddenly came into view.  She glared at me, her lips clenched.  What did she want from me?  I had no intentions of stealing her lover away from her.  What had happened before was just a little fun that I had agreed to as a favor to Erich.  I looked away. 

Where was Erich anyway?  I could hear voices upstairs, and outside car doors were being shut and the gravel crunched as they drove away.  He was probably saying goodbye to the guests.  I grabbed an open bottle of Champagne and downed a healthy swig, then another. Gray light seeped through the skylight.  The ceiling mirror had been removed, leaving the original glass in its place.  It was light outside.  Had we really had sex all night long? 

Two arms wrapped themselves around me from behind, followed by a warm kiss on my shoulder.  Judging from the fine scent, it was Erich.  I closed my eyes and leaned back. 

“You were miraculous, my angel,” he whispered in my
ear.  “I'm incredibly lucky to be with someone like you.  You made me come not once but twice.  I am very happy.”

I turned around and sank into his strong arms.  He lifted me up and proceeded to carry me up to the bedroom.  There I slept like a log until the early afternoon.  Then Erich woke me and we ate together.  A coffee roused me out of my slumber, and I steered the conversation back towards the events of the previous night, the details of which I had forgotten surprisingly quickly. 

“I can hardly remember what actually happened.  Did your friends give a decent show, and you finally had a climax?”  I inquired, and he smiled suggestively. 

“Good is an understatement for what you did last night.  I had two orgasms, I told you that this morning. What a great show.”

Gradually, the images began to resurface, and I remembered how Horst's team had performed with me.  An incipient arousal blended now with a sense of shame, and I suddenly felt that I had gone too far, and told Erich as much.  There had been too many spectators.  Initially, I had found the idea exciting, but now I recalled Erich's promise that only an intimate circle of friends would be involved. 

“It just happened that way.  Horst had mentioned the event to some others who said that they wanted to be there at all costs.  They are all mutual friends, respectable folks from the area.  You have nothing to feel embarrassed about.  Many years ago we did something similar frequently, and then we let it lie for a long time afterwards, until Horst came into play. Don't worry, all of
those involved were tested for diseases and were obliged to submit a clean bill of health.  It's in their interest as well, that everybody be clean.  As I said, they are all close friends, and they all know each other.  And, might I add, they were very impressed with you, how willingly you gave yourself to them, and how aroused you were. 

“Excuse me? 
All of them?  You mean to say, that I had sex with every man present?  There must have been 16 men or more there last night!”  I was aghast.  It couldn't be true.  When Erich and I initially discussed the event, only the four men from Erich's video were supposed to be involved. Then there were six. Now I remembered counting 12 or more men and just as many women, plus Horst’s guys. 
Did they all...?

“Now don't act as if you don't remember.  You more or less invited them all yourself!  The more men got near you, the more excited you got.  You couldn't get enough around you.  My God, I thought you wanted to be screwed to death.  I've never seen anything like that in my entire life, and neither have my friends apparently.”

Now I began to remember that after the performance with Horst, Tom and the other three, something else had happened.  But for the life of me I could only recapture fragments.  Had I been so drunk that I had lost every last inhibition?  I sighed and looked up at Erich.

“I think I was too drunk to know exactly what was going on.  The main thing is that you got what you were after.  But wait, are you saying none of the men wore condoms and then
they all...?” I suddenly felt sick. 

“If you're afraid that someone might have infected you with something, I can give you the address of a doctor in the area.  He can give you an immediate check-up and see
if there's anything wrong, but as I said, these are the most trustworthy people I know. All were checked in advance.”

Gradually I managed to calm down, and Erich told me how he had reached his orgasms

“Don't you remember any of it?” he asked.  I bit my lower lip and shook my head.  Nothing was left from that night except deep embarrassment. I couldn't recognize myself in what I was hearing.

“Please
Juliane, I don't understand you.  You did this all for me and you did it beautifully!  For years, I've tried everything under the sun to get better.  You made it happen!  I can't thank you enough!”

He was right.  That had been my mission, and I had more or less single-handedly brought him to it. The fact that I might have taken things a little too far in the end didn't change the fact that I had won.  I laid my head on his lap and took a few deep breaths. 

“Come, let's go to the kitchen.  We'll make ourselves a snack with some Champagne.  That'll set us right,” he declared cheerfully. 

After the meal and the fine drink, I felt refreshed.  My guilt and shame had vanished, and now I simply basked in the afterglow of an incredible night.