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THE STRINGPOINT GROUP

'I let myself be seduced by my brother-in-law again'

Sunday

Suddenly I turn around. Who is that? It turns out to be my brother-in-law Maarten. He grins. "You look good, Laura. Nice, so even brown.” I step back and ask what he's doing here. “We got back from New York on Friday. Yesterday morning I took the kids to hockey camp and last night I drove here. Where's the rest?”

Hmm, I wonder what my sister thinks about her husband being here all of a sudden. He's probably not waiting for him. She was already talking about a divorce. My brother-in-law is a doctor in a hospital and turned out to have set it up with several colleagues. And I have sometimes accepted his advances. Frederique should never know that, by the way. “I am very tired,” says Maarten. "Where can I sleep for a while?"

I show him my sister's bedroom, because I can't think of anything else. I'm very jealous that he took the trouble to drive to France and my lover Mark didn't. Because of the forest fires, yes. He just didn't want to go camping. I'm actually quite mad at him. He is now putting the flowers outside with his family, while I am sitting alone again.

After an hour my sister shows up. She beams from ear to ear. "I have an appointment with Philippe tomorrow evening," she swoons. "He is so handsome." I tell her to be quiet and tell her that her husband is sleeping in her bed. Frederique is startled. “Did he take the children with him? No? I hate him!” She storms into the bedroom and starts yelling at him. I close my eyes. I'm so tired of other people's marital woes.

Monday

The tension is to cut. Maarten is clearly doing his best to make amends with Frederique, but has had to spend the night on the couch. My sister says she wants a divorce, but I doubt it. She actually still looks very much in love with him. Nevertheless, she still wants to go out with Philippe tonight, but actually she doesn't want Maarten to know that.

"You don't owe him anything," I say. Maarten also cheated, didn't he? Maybe you should just meet up with someone else. Then you're even. And then you forgive each other everything and you live happily ever after. Perhaps humans are not designed to be monogamous at all.” Frederique sniffs. I don't think she completely agrees with me.

At 7 o'clock in the evening Frederique appears on the terrace of the holiday home in a long sexy dress. She just says she has an appointment. Maarten looks surprised. "With whom?" Mama says she doesn't know either and I mumble that I don't want to get involved. "Then I'll take you out to dinner," says Maarten. And so half an hour later we are in the pizza restaurant of the campsite.

The wine flows freely. After an hour Ella starts whining and my mother yawns. "I'll take her home," Mom says. "Then you can eat dessert." Maarten looks at me and winks. I feel uncomfortable. However, as soon as we are alone, he starts talking about the fact that he loves Frederique dearly and is eager to make amends with her.

“But yes, I like women”, says Maarten. “I think women are sweet, nice and fun. I find it exciting to discover a new body. But I wouldn't want to be married to anyone but her. And you do understand that, don't you? You yourself are in a relationship with a married man.” Well, relationship, relationship. Now that he's on vacation with Josien, I hardly hear from Mark. How selfish he is.

After dinner, Maarten proposes to take a walk along the beach. He takes such firm steps that I almost have to run to keep up with him. I look aside. How good does he look. No wonder so many women are after him. When we have walked for fifteen minutes, we arrive at a dune pan and he proposes to sit down for a while. I look at him and suddenly I feel like him. Oh heaven. I let myself be seduced by my brother-in-law again.

As soon as we sit down, he presses his mouth to mine. Our tongues lick each other. He pulls my dress down and with a practiced movement he unbuttons my bra. He buries his face in my cleavage. Then he eagerly starts sucking my nipple. I hear voices, but am so excited that I barely register them. Although? I think it is illegal to have sex on the beach. Soon it will be the police.

I push Maarten aside and sit up straight. But then I see to my horror that it is not the police, but my sister with Philippe. She looks very agitated. Oh my. Could she have seen me messing with her husband?

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bron: de Telegraaf

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