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."
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."
