
Hamburg Nights II
By Airshow

My first instalment left off on the evening off our first night in
Hamburg.  My wife had surprised me completely by coming out of her
shell and playing the role of a sex starved woman.  We talked about
the events of the previous evening and she did not seem to be
embarrassed, but yet did not want to dwell on it.  She felt that if
she was in that kind of mood, she had no qualms about being a bit of
a tease and exhibitionist. I told her that I approved, and that I
would try be her safety net if I thought that she would go beyond
pre-arranged taboos and barriers.  She felt that her overwhelming
horniness the night before was from watching people having sex in
front of her.  It was both risque and erotic.


The second day in Hamburg was spent sleeping late and mostly just
visiting the harbour (we're both off shore endorsed skippers of
sloop rigged sailing vessels and have a passion for the water).
During a very romantic supper, Janine asked whether I had plans for
the evening. "None at all", I lied.  After a bit of discussion, we
agreed that we hadn't seen all of the night life, and that a visit
to the "strip" would not hurt.

Janine does not have big breasts, but they are firm, and she does
have big nipples.  I wanted to highlight that fact, but didn't want
her to wear a full bra.  Unlike as in the past, I confronted her
with my ideas.  I wanted her to wear a summer weight dress,
spaghetti straps, thigh highs, brief panties, and a shelf or bandeau
type bra.  I didn't think honesty would work.  To my surprise she
agreed, and said we needed to go shopping.  I won't digress, but
gentlemen, if ever in Europe, buy your lady lingerie.  The quality,
the selection, the styles and color, is twice what it is in North
America.

Janine narrowed it down to a sexy blue half-cut bandeau type number,
(no shoulder straps) with matching thong type panties, and a sexy
white see thru style bra with nipple cut-outs and matching
crotchless thong.  One was evening wear, the other was after evening
wear.  As both bra's left her nipples out, I didn't care.  She
bought both.  She also purchased some spectacular French stay-up
nylons.  I do get horny from seeing woman wearing stockings and
garters, and these made just as horny.  The thought of clean fresh
bare thighs exposed above the tops of her stockings thrills me.

That evening she prepared and dressed to please my desire.  She
chose the shelf bra, (I was wrong, I thought her nipples would be
bare, but only half of her aureoles were exposed), the thigh highs,
the matching brief panties, and a short slinky summer dress with the
flip skirt.

Prostitution is not a street problem like it is in most major cities
in America as prostitutes were not to be seen along the avenue of
the "strip".  They mostly stayed in clubs or in store front type
brothels. We went to a small corner bar and ordered a few beers, (I
love German beer) and shooters.  (mostly Schnapps)

Knowing that I would not get a rise out of Janine just from booze, I
consciously scanned the clubs as we made our way to the other end.
We tried a few and were mostly disappointed  at the shows presented.
Janine soon figured out that the clubs that had a higher cover
charge, usually charge less for drinks inside, but also had terrible
acts.

By 10:30. we were feeling no pain, and Janine started hinting about
going back to the other club.  "I wonder if they have different acts
every night?" she would muse.  Only so many ways you can screw I
countered.  She wanted me to suggest going back.  I did.

On the way I asked if she was "puffy and wet?"

"Not like last night, at least not yet"

The club was a strange mixture of atmospheres.  Some parts, like the
men's room without the door, were of the same atmosphere as adult
video booth bookstores in the States, and other parts were much like
a Vegas Revue.  They used liberal amounts of spot lights, smoke
machines and music.  The decor was as much mad scientist as it was
Caligula.  We were seated at a front half round booth which had just
been cleared and cleaned.  I was not impressed as this would surely
inhibit my dear Janine.  There wasn't a booth in front of us like
the previous evening and if I decided to take liberties we would be
more exposed and on display.  She might play it cautious.

The acts themselves are difficult to describe.  What went on, on
stage, went on in most adult videos.  One on one's, two on one's,
one on two, woman on woman, blow jobs, screwing, dildo's, you name
it.  But here it was strange.  The men do not come.  Janine noticed
that the previous evening, and we had asked Gerhardt (Gerry) about
it.   It would be impossible to do several acts a night, 5 days a
week he said if we blew a load every time.  They are over 10 to 15
shows an evening, with some performers repeating their shows twice.

Feeling half cocked, well actually almost all cocked but I was
hiding it well, I let my hand stray to her thigh.  She snuggled back
into the seat, lean a little closer, and ever so slightly parted her
legs.  I could just get past her nylons.  I would see how high I
could get her dress.

Sitting behind the table and the table cloth, patrons walking back
and forth in front could not really see her exposed stocking tops
and thighs.  I kept working my hand up her thighs and with every
drink or food order, the waiter seemed more appreciative.  What does
it say about the male psyche that you can work in a club where
performers screw on stage, but you get turned on by women showing
flesh to the audience.

Several shows into the evening Gerry, the young performer we had met
the night before, spotted Janine and I, came over and slid into the
booth. Janine and he greeted each other warmly, maybe too warmly.
Her eyes and mannerism brightened considerably with his presence.
Gerry immediately noticed her skirt past her stay-ups, and made a
brief comment.  "I was hoping you two would be here tonight."

"I'm in a bit of a bind tonight." he said.  "As you know, every
performer must provide his own girl or partner when signing on with
the club, and mine is a little ill this evening."  "I think I have a
replacement, but I won't know until the performance."  With that he
winked at me and excused himself.  "I wonder what he has in mind," I
asked rhetorically.  I started my quest again for pussy.

I shifted to my right and angled across the seat.  I made a
concerted effort to bare more of my wife's skirt.  The performances
were helping to bring her over the edge.  On stage,  a woman lying
on the stages bed, with her head hanging over the side, was having
her pussy serviced by a handsome young black, while her mouth was
being attended to by the "big dicked guy" of the previous evening.
Janine eyes were glued to the events.  I managed to work my way to
her pussy.  I pretended to care about her modesty, and kept her
skirt low enough to cover my hand. Looking back over the booth one
could see various couples crouched low in their booths.  Janine, not
caring about her modesty, or figuring that no one could see, slid
further down the seat, causing the skirt to move up. and revealed
her pantied pussy in all of it's wet glory.  I swear I could almost
smell the scent of her feminine charms.  The whole room actually
smelled of booze and sex.

Just after midnight, Gerry came on stage.  Bantering a bit with the
audience, he announced that the next act would be extremely special,
as it was a new feature that the club will be offering.  He said
that the management of the club has approved an amateur hour.  With
the audiences approval, a lady from the audience could volunteer to
be the partner of one of the earlier performers. Gerry made gestures
to various ladies in the audience, but his eyes always returned to
Janine.  I whispered that no lady out of the blue would go up there.
Indeed several ladies did raise their hands, some encouraged by
their husbands, some only to tease their husbands and not really
intending to go up.  Gerry worked his way around the room and as he
passed our table, he pointed and said, "What about this young lady,
would you go up?"

Janine got all red.  Ladies and gentlemen, give this lady some
encouragement, and with those words he reached out to her hand.  I
got the biggest lump in my throat, only to be out matched by the
lump in my pants.  Janine hesitated.  Just as I was convinced that
she would back down, she made a slight move towards the aisle. That
was the cue Gerry needed,  and he pulled her to her feet.  "Give a
big hand" he said.  My wife was in the arms of another man, in front
of several hundred people, about to have sexual activities.  Yet my
horniness and the eroticness of the situation gave me conflicting
emotions.

Gerry did not waste any time, either he was ready to perform, or he
did not want Janine to have second thoughts.  He brought her up to
the platform that served as a stage and started to kiss her.  Her
back was turned to us.  The house light dimmed, and a soft red spot
illuminated the two.  His hands roamed her back.  He caressed
downwards, over her ass and down the outside of her back of the
thighs.  Without stooping over, he caressed her thighs and started
to work her dress upwards.  Her pantied ass was showing.  It was
surprising that her wet spot was not as visible as I thought it
might be.  Gerry worked his hands over her bum, and on occasion,
into her panties.  This performance looked like it would cater just
to the voyeur in all of us.

One could just hear his coaching to her.  Her hands moved down from
his back and fumbled with his baggy nylon type stage pants.  Hearing
the velcro tear, Janine managed to drop his pants without any
effort.  His tight G-String like briefs showed off his erection.
Gerry kept Janine with her back to the audience.  Janine had
released his cock and was slowing  stroking it.  For a few minutes
he made an animated show of fucking her by grabbing her ass and
pulling his crotch into hers and rubbing up and down.  He still had
her back to us, and a few people around me were calling to him to
"show her."

Gerry backed onto a bed and slowly sat on it's edge.  As he lowered
his body, his hands firmly at her side, he pulled Janine down to her
knees. A classic position for only one act.  Her head moved forward
and down.

I am reminded now of the videos that I have seen since titled
Streets of New York.  This is where a lady volunteers to take off
her clothes in a public place, and get screwed by the producer of
the show, knowing that her act will be seen by countless men across
America.  And knowing that a passer by could catch them in the act.
My wife was acting the same way only knowing that her act would be
witnessed by the public.  It was obvious from her head movements
that Janine was giving this man a blow job.  This was my wife.
Sucking his cock.  My wife.  On stage.

Gerry leaned forward and raised her skirt again.  The sight almost
made me come.   There peeking out between her thighs, was her
pantied puffy pussy.  Definitely now wet, and most definitely
swollen and engorged. Even though she was on her knees, one was able
to appreciate the length of her legs.  Gerry kept playing with her
ass.  Her movements were more pronounced as she wiggled her ass from
side to side.  She was enjoying it.  Gerry grab the material of her
panties from near the waist band and pulled.  Most of the material
disappeared, as most of her ass appeared. He teased the audience by
pretending to uncover her pussy, but only continuing to rub over the
panties.  With a swift move he grabbed the hem of her dress, slid it
quickly up her body, and slipped it off.  Her mouth only left his
cock for as long as it took for the dress to whip by.

Her stay-ups, panties and the shelf bra were all she wore.

He moved quicker now, and dispensed with the panties.  Her cunt
shocked me.  More than even the previous evening, her pussy lips
were swollen beyond what one would dream as being possible.  Her
large clitoris, engorged by the blood feeding her womanhood, poked
out of the folds of her labia.  Once her pubes were exposed, Gerry
lost no time in leaning over to expose them.  He spread her ass
slightly to heighten the effect.  He inserted several fingers as
best he could and finger fucked her.  The sucking noises from her
wet pussy sounded much like her mouth on his cock.  The bed then
started to rotate.  We could now see clearly what  before we had
only imagined.  Although Gerry was about 8 inches, she was deep
throating this man with gusto.  Like a lollipop, she sucked, licked
and wrapped her tongue around it.  She seemed oblivious to us
watching.

After two or so revolutions, the bed stop rotating giving a good
side view.

Gerry motioned to the side of the stage and a young performer came
out wearing only a small G-string type garment.  He positioned
himself behind Janine, lowered his pants, and moved forward.
Grabbing her hips, he bent forward and thrust his face into her ass.
I admire a man who can appreciate a good tush.  He lost no time a
losing himself in the folds of her pussy.  His tongue lashed at her
pussy lips and drew up towards her ass.  She wriggled back against
his talents.  For several minutes he ate her cunt, and drank her
juices.  Caterering to the audience, he inserted his tongue into her
cunt, and proceeded to fuck her.  She was now beyond the point at
which she would have been able to control the situation.

The man who was pussy lashing her, moved back to drink in the sight.
Although his cock might have only been 7 inches, this man's claim to
fame was surely the thickness of his cock.  He straightened and
moved forward to lodge his royal thickness against her puss.  Janine
battered nary an eyelash and moved her hips back.  The wetness of
her pussy made entry a forgone conclusion.  His dick lunged forward
with such force that Janine shifted forward and engulfed Gerry's
cock so deep that it probably went past her throat.  After 20 years
of monogamy, I was watching a complete stranger enter my wife.  She
paused a moment to look over at the audience.  Her eyes were glazed
and I doubt whether she actually saw any of us watching.  Caught up
in the moment, she returned to her pleasures.  Using her hands
around the base of Gerry's cock, Janine stroked and bobbed for all
it was worth.  The enthusiasm of her actions brought the guy in her
pussy along.  He too quickened his pace. Janine became vocal.  She
demanded that they fuck her harder and faster.  Harder and faster
she repeated.   This was much like the previous evening.

Janine was now out of control.  She managed to say a few words to
Gerry, and like clockwork, the two of them changed positions.  I
think Janine fancied Gerry and wanted to be satisfied by him over
any other.  He took up the challenge.  The one at the head of her
mouth now feeling the full depth of her mouth, rolled his eyes back
and arched forward.

Gerry pounded her cunt.  Seeing that her bra was still on, and
covering her breasts, he reached to her back and removed it.
Without thinking, he tossed it aside towards the edge of the stage
where it disappeared forever.  We never saw that bra again.  Within
minutes Janine had worked her magic, and the young guy was struggle
not to come.  Not caring whether he had a later show to do and did
not want to come, she doubled her pace with her hands.  His cock was
losing the battle.  Within a minute he released a torrent of cum.
His twitching cock slowly collapsed in her hands as Gerry too gave a
final thrust.  He lean to her back and grazed her neck with his
mouth.  Janine gave a loud ooooOOOHHHH.  You might say that they had
all arrived.

A young lady came out after a minute a offered Janine a robe, which
I thought was touching.  Gerry quickly gathered all of Janine
clothes and lead her off stage.  I was close to coming.  Never had I
reached such sexual heights.

Janine returned to the table during the next show and looked
slightly embarrassed.  I asked if she wanted to leave.  She said
that she was alright, just a little nervousness mixed with euphoria.

The drinks of wine and champagne came almost immediately from
appreciative guests in the audience.  Janine looked surprisingly
fresh. Her nipples were still pert and very visible under the thin
material of the dress.

Backstage Gerry had invited Janine to an after-closing party at one
of the entertainers flat  and wanted to know whether we would go.  I
asked if she was up to it, knowing our lack of sleep from the night
before. Yes, I would like to go she offered.  The decision was made.

Next instalment - enroute to the party with Gerry and the "Big
Cocked Guy," and the "Party."
