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They got into Christine’s small Audi. Erika sat next to her in the front, and Ben had the backbench to himself. Christine drove smoothly and fast.Ben had to stretch his head forward between the seats if he wanted to converse with the women without shouting. Very quickly, Erika’s cheek moved close to his, and her hair tickled his neck. Ben held still, only reluctantly pulling back from Erika’s tempting nearness whenever there was a break in their conversation.On bending forward, with their cheeks touching, Ben’s right hand, as if searching for a hold, had found its way across the backrest of Erika’s seat. When his fingers started to caress her shoulder, she turned her head to kiss the corner of Ben’s mouth. And then she drew his hand down onto her breast!By the time they pulled into the parking station in Salzburg, their play of furtive touching had advanced. Ben’s fingers had slipped under Erika’s loose blouse. With Erika leaning closer to the car’s door, his fingertips could caress the perky nipple of one of Erika’s pressed into his hand boobs. Her mouth, half-opening in a silent, approving gasp, had found his a few times, and her hot breath – when she whispered to him – blew in his ear.Erika seemed oblivious to Christine’s nearness in the driver’s seat – or perhaps not! Occasionally, the sisters glanced at each other. Christine grinned and – sometimes – shook her head in momentary disbelief of what she witnessed.As they got out of the car, collected their bags, and Christine pressed the button locking the Audi, she grinned at Ben and said, “You think I’ll be the watcher again like last time? And be a good little girl, and not tell?”She turned to Erika and slapped her on the bottom, “What will you give me this time for not telling?“Christine paused, grinning broadly. Then she winked at Ben and said, “Perhaps, she’d be willing to share now? This time I’ll be old enough!”Both of them broke into laughter. Linking arms, looking mischievously back at Ben, they strolled away.They had agreed to meet for lunch. Christine was busy for most of the day, ordering kaçak iddaa and arranging deliveries for the hotel business. Erika had, she said, come along for some personal shopping.During lunch, after some humming and hawing, Erika asked Ben whether he would like to play husband and help her in choosing what to buy. She wanted to get a dress for the coming carnival season. Putting on a rueful expression, Erika complained that Heinz never took her shopping or told her if he liked what she had bought to wear. Did it turn on the male in him? The sisters shared in a conspiratorial giggle. They had jointly decided to draft him as the judge on Erika’s sexual allure for the coming carnival.Therefore, after lunch, Ben did accompany Erika on her intimate endeavour. As they strolled through the main shopping streets and looked at the displays in the windows, none of them seemed to attract Erika’s interest. Ben had a suspicion that Erika had found where she wanted to go already in the morning.They decided on a break in their so far unsuccessful search in a café. There, Erika completed what she had begun to tell him about her life during her visit to Ben’s room.Regarding the state of her marriage, Erika was pitiless blunt, neither blaming her husband nor seeing herself as a victim. Her husband Heinz, Erika said, has always been a man’s man, mature, a champion in his male circle. She had been young and inexperienced, and it had attracted her too.And he, Erika admitted, had probably fallen for her girlish innocence. Consequently, when it came to sex – Erika smiled at Ben as she said it – he always treated her with gentle consideration. They were, Erika then believed, in love. However, in the years that followed, Heinz had less and less time for her.At fault, if you can call it, was Heinz’ career. His successes and expertise in mountain- and avalanche rescues brought Heinz an international reputation and a rapid promotion in the police service. With it came an ever-increasing demand on his time. Five years ago, he also started to train dogs for avalanche-rescue work.Erika kaçak bahis shrugged her shoulders, “So, we are now rarely together. Heinz is mostly away at emergencies and training, at meetings in Switzerland, Slovenia, Italy, or police headquarters. When he is home, it is for a brief rest. Nowadays, he always brings with him one or two of his favourite avalanche dogs for further training. We have stopped being lovers. Being good friends and partners, switching into the mood for sex has become difficult, almost embarrassing. Now, with our son – he is eighteen – in boarding school, I spend most of my time with Christine working in the hotel.”Erika reached across the table for Ben’s hand. She lowered her eyes and said, “Well, now you know what has become of us: two married sisters -” Erika hesitated before adding, “and both more than a little neglected by their husbands!”She gathered her bag. There was a gleam in her eye as she smiled at Ben, “Let’s go. I’ll need at least an hour to choose my dress and whatever else will go with it.”As he suspected, Erika had known all along where to go. The fashion house had, behind large display windows, a front part with racks of dresses. There Erika made her first choice by holding the dresses she liked against her body. She swayed and paraded it before Ben’s admiring eyes, asking for his judgement. He more than approved her choices. It became clear that Erika had no intention to look like a shy little homemaker at the coming balls. For a moment, he wondered if Heinz would find the time to take her.Eventually, having selected three dresses, Erika, Ben, and the sales lady went to the privacy at the salon’s back. Ben was invited, by the now smiling assistant, to sit down, facing the curtain of the try-on cubicle. After periods of whispering behind it, the curtain would open, and Erika put herself on display. She swayed and turned in the figure-displaying dresses before her admiring husband! Erika hugely enjoyed their deception. Cunningly, she had left the sexiest dress for last.It was a truly sensational ‘little’ black illegal bahis one. It clung, second-skin-like to Erika’s body, revealing and highlighting every svelte contour of her hips, belly, pubes and thighs.As she turned, Ben asked her to stop. Swaying on her high heels, Erika did. She smiled down on him over her shoulder. Now Ben was sure that Erika was braless. The dress had one string around her neck and one across. Erika’s back gleamed naked down to the beginning of the cleft and roundness of her ass.His choice was made, but the show was not over yet. After some more whispering behind the curtain, the saleswoman left. On returning, she carried some delicate items. In passing Ben, she gave him a confidential smile and said, “There is more your wife wants you to see and help her choose.”In what followed, each time the curtain opened, Erika stood there, her arms lifted. And then she slowly turned, once, twice, three times. She looked down on him, her lips moist, eyes gleaming, and, he thought, her cheeks reddening in barely contained arousal.Erika was showing herself off in the sheerest of underwear. As with the dresses, she left the most sensually suggestive, the little that was all in lacy-black for last. And Ben, now in unease in his chair and pants, asked Erika to turn slowly twice more before he delivered his judgement, ”Yes, darling. It has to be this one or nothing!”Later, however, Erika demonstrated to the saleswoman her wifely say when it came to wrapping up the dress. Overruling Ben, she purchased the least revealing she had tried on.Erika, in high spirits, almost skipped out of the salon on his arm. Outside on the street, she pulled Ben down for a long, not at all wifely kiss.Then, her voice hoarse with excitement, she burst out, “Ben, that was fun! Weren’t we naughty! Sorry about the dress. The little black number, I loved it as much as you. But I could never wear it with Heinz or for going out in Gastein. Pity, you and I won’t be going out together anywhere else. I would love to wear it with you!”It was dusk when they joined Christine, as agreed, in a Café next to the car-park-tower. While they had coffee and cake, Christine looked into Erika’s bags. She practised some restraint by admiring the lacy thong and bra out of sight, under the table.
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