Honesty of Men

Chapter zzzz

We sit at the breakfast table after spending all night long exciting loving and fucking. We need resting, so we drink quietly coffee and read both in the newspapers. I see a column and find one of my favorite topics.

"Here in a column, dear, I can read that all men are lying, and that to an extent that they even deny the obvious facts. What do you think?"

"Oh, why do you say so? I hope that I'm excluded. I'm quite straight forward with everybody."

"Yes dear, at least before me you are not hiding and let be everything obvious. But what about your family?"

"Oh, you certainly mean my wife… She must not know everything. Is that a lie?"

"And if she asks you directly: 'Have you seen 'zz' last weekend?' – What would you answer her?"

"You give me a hard question. I would need to tell her that 'I met you occasionally in town' because someone could have seen us."

"Ah, but that is already a lie, isn't it?"

"It's to prevent a bigger drama, dear."

"Yes, I know her well. But I remember a story in your town which confirms my opinion, that at least many men are notorious lying. This scandal happened in a tennis club. You want to hear it?"

"I like your stories always. So tell me about liars."

"A wealthy guy was meeting regularly his friends and tennis-partners at weekends in the club. But often he shortened his time and games, and moved out for a dating with a girl in a hotel in town. There were the club rumors, and his wife could not believe it. One day she decided to follow this up herself. One weekend she observed the club, and followed him then from far with her car into town. He went straight into a hotel. There he met his girlfriend in a room. His wife waited for 20 Minutes and followed him then. She got the service key from the reception woman."

"Oh, how could she get this key?"

"Well, I guess she bribed the receptionist with a bigger amount of money. However, she went up to the room booked under his name and walked in surprisingly. She got her evidence: Both were already naked, busy on the bed. But she did not fight or shout that moment, she took a photo with her phone and she grabbed all his clothes and shoes. She rushed out again and drove home."

"Haha, that's a joke, isn't it?"

I smile at him and throw him a kiss over the table.

"You my dear lover, you have been lucky. All your life such did not happen to you, because I backed you up!"

He looks deep into my eyes:

"You are the only one who knows everything about me."

"So it went on: The man could not go out easy. His clothes, shoes, money, and car keys were with his wife. He needed the help of his girlfriend then. She organized other clothes for him, a
T-shirt and shorts, flip flops. He had to walk a long way home.

At home he met his upset wife, her brother, her father, and another man who was a lawyer. Before this audience surprisingly he denied everything: It was not him, he was not there. Also as they showed him the picture and his clothes he continued denying: He's not on the picture and that are not his clothes, but yes he lost his purse and his keys. - Can you believe this?"

"Well, it seems strange, but maybe he was a lawyer - in self defense."

"Ha, do you think so? The woman's father even pointed out: 'These are your clothes you wore today in the tennis club, and what you wear now is too small and cheap for you'. Before the lawyer witness then the father and his wife were requesting a divorce from him. But he still answered: 'It was not me, and why then do you make such a drama now'. The wife said, that she doesn't want to live with him any longer. And so it went on for long. But this guy continued denying everything."

"And what happened then?" My lover is eager to know.

"They had the option to go for a divorce and make a law case which would have been a big public scandal in town. Later the father and the unfaithful husband had some talking, and maybe a deal to settle the case in the family. Finally, they are still married."

"Oh, look: Sometimes it's maybe better to deny everything in the beginning, and compromise later for all parties benefit."

"And this comes from you, my straight forward business man!" I throw sparking looks over the table.

"Well, I must admit that this is a strong example for plump lying. But are all men like this?"

"From my women's group experiences I could tell you more like that. I think it's a fact, that men are not able to stand for the truth. And we women must know that."

"And you think women in general are different, not like that?"

"At least if you want to avoid crisis of conscience and remorse, and keep a good sleep you should act accordingly. Most lies pop up some days anyway."

"Yes dear, this is also my life experience. And I feel very happy with you, that we can talk together about anything without hiding, and without shame."

With these words my naked lover moves up and comes around the table to kiss me tenderly while touching my naked body. In deed we are not only naked in skins before each other; we are also not hiding our hearts and souls before each other anymore. It's also like naked to each other, or an open book for each other. We have a long and wonderful open and honest friendship and love liaison. Nothing in each of our life's compares to our woman-man relationship now, so open in minds.

I hold his neck and answer his kisses hot and vehement. Of cause I'm impassioned again to love him on the dinner table if he's strong enough. But I see that he needs more time to recover. I can hold back my lust for fucking him again.

"Just it comes into my mind: How comes that you know this story?" He asks now.

He was also a member of this tennis club.

I smile bright at him: "To be honest, I was the receptionist."

"Oh yes. One of your jobs in town. You are always on the side of women."

He's thoughtful. He's a liar too, to his family. However, I offer him:

"Now you can relax with the newspapers in the bedroom, while I clean up the table and do the kitchen. Then I will provide you a complete body massage with a special massage oil I carry with me this weekend."

He is very pleased. But while I do the little work in the bright sun-illuminated dinner room and in the kitchen he's watching me delightful: How I'm moving around in my naked brown skins, which are beautiful shining in bright sunshine falling through the windows. He can't let his eyes from me, admiring me very much. I feel his eyes on me, his good intentions. I feel myself wet and demanding all this time, ready for him.

Finally, when I had cleaned up, I take his hand and guide him upstairs into the bedroom. Here we have our seldom loving intimae time again. He's my perfect man, honest to me until it hurts. If not divided by skin color, social and cultural origin: We would have been married since long time.