Three Nights in Hamburg

By Airshow

THE PROLOGUE

It was late summer in 1992, in a hot and humid Germany.  My wife and
I had come to Europe on business - specifically to attend a world
aviation conference - but that had ended, and we were now free for
two weeks to relax and vacation.

Janine was in her late 30s and I was in my early 40's.  I was
starting to put on a few pounds but was not terribly out of shape.
Janine on the other hand looked as if she had just graduated from
high school.  She had a few lines around her face, but her 5'7 128
pound body was packed just as tight as the day I met her.  Her 34 B
breasts were fuller, and her nipples over the years became even more
pronounced and harder.  Her greatest features I thought was her
tight ass,  and her nipples.  The first time I had seen her
protruding nipples, I was in love.  Over the years she just got
better.  Maybe its just a man getting on in age, but I thought that
she was twice the woman now at almost 40, than when she had turned
20.

We had travelled by rental car to Hamburg, her thinking I wanted us
to spent time in the great museums, I actually wanting to check out
what I had heard about all my life.  The Rapeerbaun and St. Pauli
street.  These streets are the international equivalent of any of
the best red light and sex show districts in the worlds great
cities.

My wife had not lead the sheltered or cloistered life, but she did
not live on the edge either.  Up until that time, no nude beaches,
no strip poker with friends after having had one to many drinks, or
no sexy dresses to turn the attention of a man to her feminine
charms.  She was always dressed well, looked great, but just never
intentionally dressed to give a man the opportunity to look twice.
I had hoped that somehow the international locale, along with some
just downright in your face sex shows, would loosen her up a bit.

We checked into a hotel (The VIP Hotel) which is on a side street
from the strip, but only about 30 or 40 feet down .  We checked in
by day, and the area looked like any other street in any busy
downtown district.  Janine could tell that it was the entertainment
area, but without the bright flashing neon lights of the night life,
she didn't give it a second thought.

After a local supper, I suggested that we go back to the room,
shower and spend the  evening walking along the local streets.  I
had sex on my mind, she had window shopping. , Prior to leaving for
Europe, I had hidden in my luggage a dress and accessories that I
had hoped I could convince her to wear.  It was a hard sell.  The
dress was not too modest, nor too flashy.  It was white, thin and
stretchy came to mid thigh, had a scooped neck, and a deep plunging
back.  I convinced her that being a hot and humid evening, she would
be very comfortable and that in the dark of the evening, no one
would be able to see through it anyway.  Was I ever wrong.

A bra would    be impossible because of the deep back.  Her French
cut panties were close enough to being thongs that I was one happy
camper.  Our little tour of the area took us into various sex
stores, adult book stores and small bars. I was desperately hoping
that we would not come across a mirror as Janine made quite a site.
Her white dress clung to every curve of her body, the humidity
making it seemed glued into place.  Her nipples stood out like
bullets.  The fit of the dress even highlighted her pubic mound.

The sex show clubs in the area used barkers, enticing the public to
enter their premises.  One approached my wife as we passed, and
engaged her.  Janine was almost speechless as the gentleman, in his
best broken English told her of the various shows and acts that one
could watch.  I gently nudged my wife down the sidewalk, knowing
that this was not her idea of a nights entertainment.  She resisted
just as gently.  My wife asked what performances go on in his club.
The shill at first was quiet.  he looked deep into her eyes and
fumbled with the glossy photos he had in one hand.  One was held up
and he said, 'fucking, lots of fucking madam.'  With that he held
out the glossy.

'33 centimeters' he whispered at her.  Janine looked at it.  There,
much like the glossys you see of strippers in American bars, was a
shot of a young man in a doctors outfit, only with one difference.
Sticking out of the green scrubs was a cock that easily must have
been 11 inches.  Yes, we'll have a look she nervously said.  As my
cock twitched I thought that tonight might not be such a big
disappointment.

Janine and I were seated at a booth off to one side from the stage.
The room was arranged similar to the tiered arrangement that dinner
theatres use in Florida.  Each booth gave a touch of privacy, (but
not too much) and each level was elevated a little higher than the
one before.  We had had a few after dinner drinks earlier, but I
needed to get a few drinks into Janine to keep her attitude going.
Wine would do the trick.

Within 10 minutes the first act started.  The custumeing was a bit
hokey, and the story line   thin, but the idea was to get out of the
clothes and start the sex, not to win an Oscar.

Out of the corner of my eye I would watch to see how Janine would
react to all of this.  Never in her life, or mine for that matter,
had she seen two real people, take off their clothes and start to
have oral sex, within 30 feet of her nose.  After 10 minutes her
chest was starting to get flushed.  Within 15 minutes of starting,
the two young performers, both well built and tanned, started to
fuck in every conceivable position.  Her chest was starting to
heave. The performance was having an effect on her.  Every position
by the performers was designed for maximum exposure.  My Janine's
eyes were riveted to this young man's thrusting cock.  I placed my
hand on her leg.  This is going to be a great evening.


The Men's room, The Alley, and The Hotel

Several more acts came on the next hour.  With every intermission I
ordered another wine and Janine kept asked about the 'guy with the
big cock,' making reference to the glossy she had seen out front.
They're probably saving him for the last performance I conjectured.
Janine was now getting turned on, her breathing was heavy, she
squirmed in the booth, and I had managed pull one of her shoulder
straps off to one side.  Her nipples were now on display through the
material of the dress as the humidity and her slight perspiration
made the dress almost see through.  The dress was clinging to her
like Saran wrap.  I wondered if she would ask to leave if she knew
how much of her breasts one co   uld see.

More acts and more wine.  Janine's dress was starting to rise well
above her thighs because of her movements.  Half way through one
act, she turned, leaned and whispered that she was really wet.

'What do you mean wet', I asked.

'My pussy is wet, I'm horny, what do you think I mean?'

Sitting to her left, meant that the only hand I had to go exploring
with, without being too obvious, was my left.  I turned into her and
started to roam. I found not only dampness, but actual liquid.  Her
panties were soaked.  Never in my life had I felt her that wet.  I
have also never felt her pussy lips that engorged in all of our
years of marriage.  I asked how she could even close her legs with a
swollen pussy like hers.  She relaxed a lit   tle and let her legs
open.  'Where's the big cocked guy?' she whispered.

The beers I had been drinking were having an effect and I excused
myself to go to the can.  The entrance to the men's room was just to
the right of the stage, and entering I found it odd that the door
had been removed.  From the urinals, one could look over ones
shoulder and see the stage with the performers. Washing up, the
other person there was one of the earlier performers.  We struck up
a conversation while washing our hands.  For no reason that I can
think of I asked if they ever have amateur nights?  'Are you
interested in performing' he asked smiling.  No I assured him, 'But
my wife is randy enough that I'm sure that she'd go up'.  We
chuckled and left it at that.  As I returned I could see Janine
running her hand slowly up one leg.  I slid into the booth Janine
pulled out her top.  Her tit was clearly in view.  A appreciative
whistle came from a table of young men.  She looked surprised
thinking only I would have been able to see.

During an intermission the young man that I had met in the men's
room was circulating through the room, and as he passed he
recognized me and stopped at the table.   He slipped into the booth,
on the other side of me, and slid over to Janine.  He looked at me
and said, 'What we were talking about earlier' he said, 'can be
arranged.'  Apologizing that I hadn't introduced my wife, and
wanting to slyly change the subject, I introduced Janine to him.  He
said his name is Gerhardt, but we should call him Gerry.  Over the
next 10 minutes we struck up a conversation and soon chatted like we
were old long lost friends.  He seemed to saddle up next to Janine,
and she did not seem to mind. When Janine asked him about his job,
he said as with most of the performers, he is in university, and is
doing this to make a few dollars.  The lights dimmed, and the next
act started.

The few times that we have watched XXX videos, Janine has always
liked when a young lady uses a dildo.  The act on stage, was three
women all using dildos on each other.  I knew the effect that this
would have on Janine.

I turned slightly away from the two of them, pretending to
concentrate on the show.  Within minutes I could tell that his hand
was on her thigh.  Now and then they would lean into each other and
whisper, probably something about the women on stage.  It wasn't
until I heard Janine let out an audible sigh, that I actually turned
to have a good look.  Gerry's hand had found her pantied cunt. She
was leaning back into him slightly, and had her hands placed in her
lap as if to hide the goings on.  His hand movement gave everything
away.  It looked like he was going to bring this lady to orgasm.  I
don't know if he was outside of her panties, or in, but I'm sure
that the little bit of fabric that covered her crotch, was either
inside of her lips, or well pulled aside.  Janine realized the
situation and leaned forward and whispered that she needed to go to
the ladies.  As she straightened herself, Gerry said I'll show you
the way, I have to go myself.  The ladies was on the other side of
the stage from the men's, and they headed down the side aisle
together.  In the dim light Janine was a sight to behold.  Her
panties , which had hiked into the crack of her ass, were very
visible under her dress.  Outside the men's, as Janine was about to
carry on to the ladies, Gerry grabbed her hand and playfully pulled
as if to get her into the men's.  She was laughing, and a bit of
discussion took place.  I was astounded when I saw her look quickly
around, and follow him into the men's.  I needed to see this.

Waiting a few minutes, I made my way down to the washroom, not
knowing what I might find.  A few other men, who either saw what had
happened, or just needed relief, were on their way as well.  I
slowly turned into the men's.  Instantly my dick grew as I saw
Janine standing behind Gerry at the urinal.  She had her arms around
his waist, her head placed on his back and her hands held onto his
cock.  She was aiming his pee into the urinal.  His arms were behind
him, and had grab her ass as best he could and had slid her dress up
around the top of her ass, and was massaging her naked cheeks.  She
had her eyes closed.  Just standing around a men's room looks
suspicious, but there was nothing anyone could do to pretend to be
busy, so we just watched.

The man in the next urinal took the liberty to reach over and grab a
handf   ul of ass, but Gerry had most of the flesh tied up.  As he
peed, she was slowly stroking his cock, almost lovingly.

Janine helped tuck his cock in, but left his zipper open.  He turned
slowly and kissed her.  It wasn't a romantic kiss, one that you give
your loved one on Valentine's day, but instead was one of hunger,
lust and passion.  His hand roamed her ass, her back, and even got a
shoulder strap down so that one breast was almost visible.  He
slowly moved her back.  He edged her slowly towards one of the
stalls, all while locked in a deep kiss.  As she backed into it, he
was heard to say, 'I thought you had to go too?'  She would never
pee in front of someone else.  Never I thought.  Several of us moved
to a better viewing spot. The swing door could not close properly
because of Gerry's position.  He coaxed Janine down, and as he did
he raised her dress to just under her tits.  As she lowered herself,
she pulled down her panties.  She spread her knees, and most of us
watching saw her big juicy cunt, unleash an evenings worth of
drinking.  She sighed.  Gerry plopped out his cock and held it close
to her nose.  One scent of his manliness and Janine lost no time in
stuffing as much of it as she could in her mouth.  She licked, she
slobbered, she deep throated, she was lost in lust.  Janine has very
seldom brought me off using just her mouth, but this situation might
be different.  Gerry grabbed his cock and started stroking, helping
her to jack him off.  Would she swallow him, or let him spew all
over her body knowing that the clean-up might leave tell tale stains
on the dress.

Gerry's other hand pulled the top of the dress down over her one
tit, pulled on her nipples, all while still jacking off into her
mouth with the other.  Her one hand had found her swollen clit, and
she was frigging herself to an orgasm.  We all watched.  Three guys
in the men's now had thrown all caution to the wind and stepped
closer to watch my wife sitting on a toilet, panties around her
ankles, swollen cunt and cunt lips, tit and nipple on display,
blowing a perfect stranger in the mens room.  They were there to
watch and she was there to let them.  Janine and Gerry both erupted
at about the same time.  Janine didn't bat an eye as he arched
forward to unload.  Her hands found his ass and pulled him in.  Very
little of his cock was visible.  It always amazes me how a woman can
take in so much cock.  You could hear the soft moans emitting from
her throat as she sucked him dry.  I doubt that she even tasted it.

I exited and waited at the table.  She exited, and a minute later
Gerry emerged but headed towards the backstage area.  She had that
glazed well fucked look. Every eye was on her tits or ass as she
made her way through the room.

We saw a few more shows and did stay long enough to see the big
cocked guy. As we we're both tremendously horny, we left to walk
back to the hotel.

The Alley

I cut through the alley behind the main street, to have a pee on the
way back. In passing she alluded to how she wished she could do
that, it would make life easier for a woman.  I said you can, I'll
show you.  Now this was not a dark alley, in a deserted part of town
where the chances of being seen are nil. Janine was anxious about
this but her bladder was more anxious and won the decision.  Along
one wall of a building, was an old steel door that served as a
delivery entrance.  Jutting out into the alley, from the door and on
either side, was a large steel railing.  I brought Janine up to and
facing the railing. Telling her to put her trust in me, I asked her
to lean back into me, and put one leg at a time onto the lower
railing.  I then reached for her dress, and pulled it up to her
waist.

'Spread your legs.'

Having just enough reach, I pulled the crotch of her very wet
panties away from her cunt.  Just as I thought she was about to
protest, the cool night air hit her cunt, and the eroticness of the
moment sunk in, she let loose a stream of pee that would put the men
to shame.  She leaned her head back on my shoulder and said, 'I've
been a naughty girl tonight.'  I reassured her that I knew, and that
it didn't matter.

Two young men had started down the alley from the other end and were
aware of our presence.  I told her to stop peeing.  'Keep your eyes
closed and I'll tell you what is happening.'  Janine stopped peeing,
which is in itself a feat.  As the men approached I asked her to
start relieving herself again.  My cock rose and strained in between
her ass cheeks as she let out another stream.  The young men could
clearly see what was happening.  I took one hand and started rubbing
her tits through the dress.  Her nipples sprang to life.  The men
stopped to watch, and as she finished peeing I pulled one side of
her dress down over her tit.  I rubbed her nipple fiercely.  I
whispered in her ear.  The men are watching you.  They see your cunt
lips, your tit, and your big nipple.

'Let them see' she replied.  I lowered her dress over her pussy,
covered her boob, and she stepped off the railing.  Not yet letting
her go, I reach down and under her dress and pulled off her panties.
I stuck them in my back pocket and we were off once again to the
hotel.  The German young men called 'Danke, Danke' repeatedly as we
left.  My cock was  thanking her too.

The Hotel

The VIP Hotel was a typical small German hotel in that services and
facilities were shut down after 11:00 PM.  I went to the front desk
to ask for our key, and inquired if the sauna room was still open.
I had always wanted to get blown in a sauna and with Janine state of
mind, I was going to take advantage of every situation.

I don't think that any hotel would have a sauna at 1:30 in the
morning, so disappointed we made our way up the stairs to our first
floor room.  Approaching the room I gave her the key knowing that
she hated those old type locks and would have a difficulty in
opening the room.  That gave me time to stand behind her, pull up
her dress, get on my knees and worship her ass.  What if someone
comes she asked.  I told her the only one about to come was me.  I
spent a glorious minute feeling, licking, kissing and kneading her
buns.  She was still wet, still swollen and still very horny.  As
she opened the room I stood in the hallway and said 'Dare me?'

I had my pant button undone and was lowering my fly.  She said
nothing.  I lowered my pants and kicked them into the room.  I
lowered my shorts and hung them on the end of my rigid cock.  I
pulled off my shirt without undoing more than one or two buttons.  I
lay on the floor (German hotels usually have Persian type carpet
down the hall) with my head just inside our room     and asked her
to get on.  Someone walking down the hall would see my stomach, cock
and legs. After not much convincing, she got on her knees and
started to crawl over to my cock.  I told that the horniness of the
situation might make it that I could come in her mouth.  No problem.
See engulfed my member, and immediately deep throated it to the
root.  Struggling with not trying to come, I worked on getting her
dress off.  I nearly came just watching when she stood up, dropped
her dress and walked down the hall to the open stairwell.  She
slowly walked back, pulling her nipples as she went, or came,
depending on your view.  She stood over me, knelt, and sat on my
member.  There we were, fucking like kids in the hallway of a hotel.

Not wanting to waste the moment, we got up, closed the door and
checked out the bed.  Having either a tiny bladder, or just having
too much to drink, I needed relief again.  Janine was lying on the
bed when I re-entered the room, legs spread and two fingers in her
pussy.  I have only seen a pussy swollen this much on very few
occasions, and the thought of this alone was enough to make me come
looking at her.  Needing a little fresh air I opened one of the two
windows.  Three young, loud and very drunk young men were
approaching along the sidewalk.  They look like sailors or navy guys
I mumbled.  Janine got up to see. She stood behind me, using me as a
shield from the view of the street.  As they approached, one looked
up and saw us both.  Being on the first floor, the distance was
not that great, and a lively exchange started.  I was raised in
Germany for a few years and speak a little broken German.  One said
to the others, 'Look, a little freulein'.

Bantering back and forth for a few minutes, one then said,  Let's
have a look little lady.

Janine was immediately behind, holding on to both of my arms and
peeking around my side.  They kept up the pressure.  Finally Janine
stepped a little to the side.  Now one breast was visible to the
street.  Her nipples began to pout. They quieted down, concentrating
on what pleasure they might receive.  I moved to my left, brought my
right arm behind and around Janine, and moved her to the front of
me.  Her upper body was on display.  It was so quiet, you could hear
the traffic lights change.      She leaned back into me, arched her
back and closed her eyes.  I started to play with her swollen
nipples.  Several minutes passed, I moved her forward, pressured her
upper body over the window, she placed her hands on the window
ledge, and her breasts were swinging outside.  I moved forward
against her naked cunt.  Being naked, I could just start to fuck
her.  Would she allow that.  One of the men then asked for more.
They all chimed in.  A little more please.  I don't think she felt
me move away.

In the room were two wooden straight back chairs.  Not much for
comfort, but exactly right for what I needed.  I placed the chair
beside Janine. I moved her over to the side a bit, and placed the
chair, with the back into the room, in front of the window.  All
along she had had her eyes closed, and was massaging her breasts and
nipples.  I slowly turned, asked me to trust me, and told her to
step onto the chair.  She step up and I immediately bent her
forward.  She grabbed the back of the chair.  Her large swollen
pussy was on display.  Her clit was easily the size of her nipples.
I started to play with her cunt  I looked down to see their
reaction.  They were mesmerized.  I inserted two fingers,  Janine
let out a sigh.  I inserted four fingers, the wetness flowed out
from her inner depth.  I managed to get five fingers into her pussy.
I started fist fucking her, knowing that this has never happened in
her life.  It's a wonder no other people came along.  It would have
been quite the show.

Janine leaned back, her new found exhibitionist tendencies wanting
to exploit the opportunity.  Don't fall I cautioned.

'You have to fuck me.'

I pulled away, grabbed the other chair, set it up beside her and
stood tall and proud.  Now I am usually modest, (not because of
size) but this felt strangely right.  I turned her sideways, grabbed
her tits and rammed my prick into her cunt.  It felt like a super
hot sauna.  The heat and the wetness made it all that much more
erotic.  I half expected the men to try to climb up the outside to
get a bit, but they were still in awe, and stood silently and
appreciatively.  I didn't think I would last long in view of the
fact that I was fucking my wife in front of an open window on a
somewhat main street in Hamburg. I pounded her cunt and with each
longer and harder thrust, she cried for more. I slapped her ass.
She cried, 'harder, longer faster, harder, longer, faster.'

She turned and leaned as far was possible towards the ledge and
stared at the young men.  Just loud enough to hear,     she said,
'He's fucking me, he's fucking me.'  Over and over.

I had no control over my wife or the events.  If she had wanted to
invite the young men up, I wouldn't have been able to stop her.
Within 10 minutes I had dumped my load.  When Janine and I are
usually done with sex, the desire leaves. This time she disengaged,
and with come running out of her, turned around and took my cock
into her mouth.  She was not kneeling on the chair, but had her legs
straight, and was bent at the waist.  Her pussy lips again were
peeking out from her thighs.  I honestly did not have much left and
it was more of the show that I think she was after.  She turned to
the men and with a big grin said good night.  We retired well
satisfied.

We spent two more nights in Hamburg.  If there is an interest, I
will contribute those.  I knew that Janine would get turned on after
watching sex at the clubs, so I worked the next two nights events
around the clubs.  The events include:  Janine and I being invited
to an after club closing time party at Gerry's apartment,  Janine
riding in the back seat with me and a young dancer on the way to a
party and getting gasoline, Janine being asked to go on stage with
Gerry,  and an evening spent at a private club where the action is
not on stage.
