Oliver and Sigrid being young healthy adults did not hold back from making love at all. Oliver now looking down at Sigrid whose raven dark hair was now splattered wildly on the mattress, her face painted in a seductive flush and her eyes as if shimmering like morning dew made Oliver stunned for a second. Taking this opportunity Sigrid hugged Oliver who was above her and pulled him in an embrace. When their faces were only centimeters apart Sigrid sensually moved her lithe pale hands to Oliver's face. Her long fingers adorned in black paint traced the contours of her husband's face she found so handsome. Oliver, completely captivated by Sigrid's beauty, inched his face closer making their lips meet in a passionate kiss. Soon the husband and wife started panting in between their deep kisses as their mouths and tongues melted against each other. The breaths grew more ragged as their hearts began beating harder yet in a sync.
Sigrid began to giggle softly in between the kisses and whispered. "Calm down, Oli... Not here"
As if not hearing his wife's soft whispers Oliver continued to attack Sigrid, his hands now roaming her succulent thighs. The feel on Oliver's hand was almost divine as he traced it up her silky pale thighs under her black robe. Sigrid's thick yet fit thighs trembled lightly under his touch.
Sigrid's face flushed even more, feeling Oliver's hot hand nearing her intimate part. "Stop it... Not here..." She stammered slightly, pulling her face away from Oliver.
Oliver, still ignoring her, now went for her jade like neck laying kisses all over it. His kisses and hot breath on her neck caused Sigrid to let out shallow whimpers of pleasure while at the same time Oliver's fingers lightly traced her underwear which were already wet from her excitement.
Oliver knew Sigrid's weak spots and, targeting them, started to gently rub the wet pussy of his wife.
Feeling the pleasure of Oliver's lips on her neck and his fingers softly massaging her moist sex caused Sigrid to raise her voice. "Mhhh... Ahhh, It feels..." Sigrid tried to speak with Oliver while moaning. "Oli, my dear... please stop.. I can't anymore..." Sigrid managed to breathe out as she moved her slender arm to push Oliver's hand away and clamped her thighs making it difficult for Oliver to reach her spot. "Oli, I'm embarrassed because that bastard might hear it..." Sigrid spoke to Oliver in her sweet, yet weak voice as Oliver's fingers lost contact from her womanhood.
As soon as Sigrid finished her sentence Oliver froze for a moment and finally stopped his onslaught on Sigrid's neck by raising his head and then looked straight into her teary emerald eyes. Sigrid, noticing Oliver's hesitation, took the initiative.
"So, Oli... From your reaction it seems like it has to do something with him." Sigrid slightly furrowed her eyebrows. "You want him to hear, right?" Sigrid's eyes widened as a realization struck her. "You want that bastard Jerome to hear me. Or am I wrong?" Sigrid now asked in an inquisitive tone.
Oliver, feeling Sigrid's seriousness and slight discontent etched in her delicate face, felt like he had no choice but to come out clean. "You are right... Even if we did make a temporary agreement in this situation and he acted decently for a moment." Oliver's eyes traveled downward, breaking the eye contact he held with Sigrid. "When we spoke... you know him, he still said some stuff."
"What stuff?" Sigrid curiously asked?
"It's nothing..."
"Come on, say it!"
"This part of you... When I mention something you always get to the end of it. This curiosity of yours is sometimes so annoying" Oliver sighed and spoke in a defeated tone.
Sigrid smiled smugly. "Of course I get curious if it's something interesting. That's normal"
"No, in your case it's not. If I mention something you will have to know all the details, even if I don't want to say it..."
"Because I want to know everything." Sigrid answered, shrugging her shoulders a little bit. "And you're my good husband. So, you just tell me. That's also normal."
"Right, anyway..." Oliver gave up. "How do I put it?" Oliver made a thoughtful expression while still not daring to look at his wife's face directly. "I just noticed, you know..."
"What, Oli?" Sigrid felt her patience being tested.
"Well... I noticed, that he... Jerome was looking at you?"
"Ha? Looking at me? that's it?" Sigrid incredulously asked.