Thanks OldGeezer, now that Gio has gone on holidays, you're the last one to give me some feedback here. I appreciate this very much. Feel kissed, my dear.

I just wanted to relate what happened in the late afternoon: I was just finishing my work and Phillip was reading the Sunday paper - I fact we were sitting cosily in our garden like a seasoned couple, when a car stopped outside the gate and in came Traudl. I had not invited her, but here she was all the same, with her cheeky grin of a teenager, and the next thing she did was pulling her dress over her head and jumping into the pool. She had not been wearing anything underneath.

I looked at Phillip, and I saw what I had expected: he looked as if he had just read in the paper that he had won in the lottery, and he was looking at his prize with pleasure. So we had a guest for dinner, who later asked innocently "if we'd love to do it again, like last time." Phillip inquired if she liked blowjobs and she said "Okay" - she just would not swallow any eeky stuff.

So I watched someone else kneeling between his knees - it was what will happen all next year - if I knew or not. Although I was close, I couldn't see much, though, because her long, blonde hair was like a curtain - but Phillip came pretty soon and all onto my carpet. And then she gave no rest until I had brought her to orgasm again with my tongue while Phillip took me doggy style. Oh - this taste of hers. Oh - madness.

Now both of them have left, and there is a strong wind outside which annouces the next thunderstorm. I will have to talk with Traudl again - we cannot adopt her, and this cannot be a situation to last. Neither with me, not with us both.

When I think that in two short weeks, Phillip will leave me and begin his year as a special correspondent for the Press Group in London. There is one thing which is clear: we will not wait for each other. There is nothing we will not do because it might not be to the other's taste. We will fully live and enjoy our lives without any bad consciences. Phillip can sleep with as many women as he likes without thinking of me. And I - well I don't know, I will see. When we meet next we will see where we are: in autumn, at Christmas, next year ... I have his red phone with his number, though, if there is anything I'd love to tell him, or when I want to hear his voice. I am not so sure if I want to use it.

I had thought I wanted to talk to him about Traudl over dinner ysterday, but I should have known better. He first wanted to have a swim when he arrived, and when I saw him get out of the pool naked, my mind went blank. My emotions made me kneel before him again, kneel and hold tight, and suck, and swallow. And spend the evening and the night in his arms, and feel him in me, the last time this morning before he left for his office. So no word about Traudl.

We have put a table into the shadow of the apple tree. That's where I will work through the texts again for tomorrow's oral exams. I am well aware that how I perform will be part of the students' marks, so I want to do my best. I told Phillip that I won't have time to go to the Editor's yacht today, either, in case he asks. But Phillip will come back to me later and we will spend the evening together.

Traudl embraced me when I welcomed her. In the distance there were gigantic towers of white clouds - the predicted thunderstorm was on its way to my garden. But at noon it was still hot and sticky. Traudl was wearing the same flowery dress like last time (see June 11), but not long - she pulled it over her head and before I could offer her a refreshment, she was already swimming in my pool and beckoned me to come in, too. So I undressed and went in and it was lovely and refreshing.

I noticed well that she was after skin contact with me. She hung herself on my back, or swam through my spread legs. Once she suddenly kissed me on my lips. Later we had some food and cold drinks, but soon we had to move inside bcause the sky was overcast and the first raindrops began to fall.

After talking about this and that I started to ask her questions about her life. Her behaviour during our threesome last weekend had appeared quite strange to me, so I really wondered who she was. She seemed glad to have someone to talk to, and she said she loved talking with me. She asked me if we could not lie on my bed like on Saturday, it had been so wonderful, and I agreed, and so we both undressed and I held her in my arms for a long time, while she told me of herself, to the sound of rolling thunder. Sometimes she laughed, but more often she cried, and it was a tale which I heard of which I don't know if it is really so unusual nowadays. But it is not a happy one.

I have no time to tell you now, but I will as soon as I have. Phillip will arrive in a few minutes and I have to get a few things ready, including myself. Maybe I'll be here at NN again tomorrow morning when he in his office. Enjoy your evening.

The summer's days go on - how wonderful. This morning I have just been wearing some thongs with a wildcat pattern - (Me Jane - you Tarzan?), but now I'll dress and go to town to do my weekend's shopping. I have almost done my work for the finals, and most is ready: on Monday there will be 15 conversations, all will be 15 minutes long, and each one about a different book, and the same again on Tuesday. So there are 30 books now in my mind of which I know all the plots and all the characters. But I love orals: there is nothing more pleasant than speaking with young intelligent people about good books. That's what I am living for.

Yesterday I saw Ruth, my 75-year-old friend. I see her fairly regularly, I don't mention everything here, she and her husband were for example at my choir concert last Sunday. Last night she needed some advice again. Rudi, her oedipal lover, had mentioned to her that if she loved to try, he would like to be with two women once, and if .... I already wanted to flare up and make clear that I would never, under no circumstances, be their third party, when she started to laugh and said Rudi was not thinking of me, but of someone nearer to her age. What I was thinking of that?

I told her of my experiences lately and that she should only do it if she really felt up to it. I advised her to discuss it well with Rudi beforehand and make sure that it was going to be a pleasant experience. I had to laugh to myself because I had done none of the above, but it's always easier to advise others than oneself.

Around noon Traudl will arrive, so I better make sure I'll be back by then.

The rest of the story is quickly told: at midnight Joerg suggested having a skinny dipping good-bye swim in the dark - no-one would see. So we peeled off our swimsuits and went into the water, and Griseldis, who had hesitated, at last released her body from her bikini, too, and came in. It was so dark you could only see the surface of the water glimmer in the starlight, but that was all.

But not for long, because suddenly Joerg put on the pool-lights which means that we could see each other ever so well now. Griseldis gave off something like a yoldel - I guess from shock, but we others didn't react in any way and swam around and made so much noise that I was a little worried we would wake up Frau and Herr Schneider. Griseldis who had put her hands over what she feared most could be seen took them off after some time, too, and took part in the frolicking.

When we got out Joerg took the towels and said that after midnight the rule was drying each other, and this is what we did, and when Griseldis finally came out we were all three standing there and expecting her. And then we towelled her down ever so nicely and made sure no part of her ample body was left out.

Then we drank some more wine sitting near the pool, and as we hadn't put on anything, Griseldis didn't either. And by and by she even laid off her self-consciousness, and she started to move naturally and without any inhibition, and if it hadn't begun to be a little cool outside, who knows how far she would have gone.

Our Pool party was quite nice, but because Elsie had brought along her colleague, there was not as much fun as usual - or only very late. Because we had a guest, we were not naked all the time as we usually are in my garden when it is so warm. I had put on my baggy yellow one-piecer again and Elsie was wearing something similar.

Elsie introduced me to her colleague Griseldis who I had not met before, a woman of her age who she knows from work. She is a little pompous as her name indicates - how could her parents have known when they christened her that she would turn out like this, or did Griseldis just develop according to her name, I asked myself. Elsie is so nice that she invited her to Jacuzzi because she thought it was good for her to be in company, and because of the warm weather we all ended up at my pool.

Griseldis was wearing a fire red, quite tight bikini - which would have been pretty if she had looked any good in it. But because she is never in the sun, her skin looks as white as cheese, and as she eats more sweets as is good for her, she threatens to plop out of the fabic any moment whenever she moves. That's why she was constantly busy adjusting her straps and seams, but in vain.

Joerg was a little grumpy because all was so conventional, but they liked the food and we drank rather more wine than usual. Compared to what we three had on, Griseldis looked fairly nude, and it seemed she enjoyed it, particularly when Joerg kept complimenting her on her sexy looks. You could see she was quite excited about being so physical tonight - the way people always feel when they are never nude and then suddenly feel some evening wind and the eyes of others on their bare skin - they are pleasantly shocked and daringly insecure.

I would have known Joerg badly if I had not sensed that he would try to exploit this situation and have a little fun before the evening ended.

Another Catholic holiday today - the last one until August, and because it's on a Thursday our school has closed down for the weekend again. So there are four free sunny warm days before me, and enough time to prepare for the orals. We could close down today because we had this night walk lately as a compensation.

So I could sleep a little longer this morning and did not have a very early day like on a usual Thursday, and I lay there and let my thoughts roam any way they wanted, and pondered this and that which is about to come up my street. What keeps me thinking most it seems is Traudl Gstöttenmayr coming to see me on Saturday. The Elf. The Ruffled Bird. The Girl like Milk and Honey. "I just hope she did not misunderstand my motivation as to why I have invited her - I just want to know more about her and understand why she is the way she is", I wrote some days ago, and that's the full truth: I want to know who she is.

But supposing, just supposing, there was more than that on her mind? Suppoing that what she had felt with me had been important to her, and she would suffer if she could not feel it again? And: should we mortals really turn down heavenly ambrosia when it is offered to us? What would it make us if nature took this course?

There is no Jacuzzi tonight, it's just too warm. But I have invited them over to my pool - we'll have a barbecue and enjoy the evening, and then later swim when the night comes - because when the pool lights are one, all looks quite enchanted - there is a certain Hollywood touch to my humbe abode which I thoroughly enjoy - and my guests usually can't stop praising it.

The first thing after coming home from the bus on this very hot day was that I undressed and put on a dry new pair of my cotton thongs - that's what I am wearing for the rest of the day. I drank some ice-cold fruit juice, had a swim and was sitting in the sun for some minutes to relax.
Summer has always been my favourite season. It's just such a pity that my complexion is so fair - as soon as I have been in the sun for longer than some minutes, my cheesy skin starts turning pink and then red. Oh how I envy those people who can stay in the sun all day, who develop a wonderful tan and look like an advertisement for permanent holidays at the beach.

The sun has always had a special effect on me, since my puberty in my early teens. As soon as I feel the sunrays touch and warm my skin, I'll react physically and become wet. It's as if the sun is making love to me - and I respond. How often have I gone inside after lying at the pool and having been heated up - to masturbate and get my feet back in the ground. How often have I masturbated at the pool - right there in the sun.

That's why sunny areas are my physical home, while for example England is my mental or spirital home. I could live there last autumn for weeks without any sexual impulses, and I was happy and well-balanced. But when I am in the South of France, after a sunny day, after walking along the beach nude while the sun goes down, to protect my skin, there have been ever so many incidents that beach parties I stumbled on became feasts for the body and the senses, and that I was only able to cool down when also my inner fire had died down.

Yesterday was the hottest day of this year. After my lessons I gladly returned home, undressed and swam in my pool for some time to cool down. Then I opened a big sunshade and lay down in a deck chair and just enjoyed the atmosphere in my garden und the beautiful weather. Next to my premises, a farmer was making hay; I could smell the dry grass which always reminds me of childhood.

In the evening I went, together with some English teachers of our school, to a castle not very far from here. There was an openair performance of a play in English, and it was done phantastically. I love drama so much, and I am really looking forward to next year's big drama production in our school of which I will be partly in charge of. There were almost no guys present because, although our Austrian team didn't qualify for the World Championships, they all seemed to watch football last night.

Tomorrow is Jacuzzi night. A friend of Elsie's will be there, too, so I don't know what it will be like. On Friday I'll meet Ruth, my 75-year-old friend, and on Saturday Traudl. The weekend will belong to Phillip alone and then next week there will be our oral exams which will keep me busy. And the weather will stey fine, which means that in the next few days I will only wear more than some panties when I go out. How I love summer - and I think it loves me.

Thanks for your compliments - I admit I try hard to give my texts a form and a special rhythm, and to find words that please and satisfy me. It's particularly so because I am writing this in a foreign language, which I normally just use for teaching, but not for writing. So I could say that English is reserved for my blog alone - I have a special language for a special event.

I don't have any answers yet to your questions, OldGeezer, but I want to find out myself. I have invited Traudl for next Saturday to lunch and to spend the afternoon with me. I know that Phillip will not come to me before the evening. She gladly accepted. I just hope she did not misunderstand my motivation as to why I have invited her - I just want to know more about her and understand why she is the way she is. (Well, as a second thought: que sera, sera).

After she had left last night, I of course talked with Phillip about what had gone on. And I told him straight into his face that I didn't believe that being with two women was really his deep down innermost fantasy, and that he had only told me this in order to appear a little more reasonable and modest and that it was not too far from ever being realized. His most compelling fantasy is obviously being the Sultan of the "Tales of 1001 Nights" and the master of a harem with many more women, from which he can choose at will and fuck whoever he feels like whenever he feels like. And all is centered on his pleasure and he doesn't really care much about what the girls feel.

After some weak arguments that this is not true, he finally admitted that I am right and that he actually has quite an elaborate fantasy about me being his main wife and consort, who helps him choose from the many girls for the night and looks after them, and who takes part in his pleasures and shares them. My God, men can be so predictable when it comes to sexuality, and Phillip is really a born Pasha who is hopelessly hooked to quantity.

Be it as it may, I had heard the word "wife" from his mouth ever so well - and so I could forgive him for once.