Anyone who would have seen Frauke and Paul on their way home would certainly have been happy all evening to have met such a cheerful and upbeat couple. They both had a healthy complexion and a mischievous smile on their lips, which the uninvolved observer would surely have mistaken for pure infatuation. Neither they nor the theoretical encounter realized at that moment that they had embarked on the wildest time of their lives just a few minutes ago.
Nobody would have noticed Frauke's panties, which Paul was holding in his free hand, and the fact that there was still a notable bulge in his trousers would certainly only have been noticed by the most attentive observers. But there was no room in Paul's head for thoughts of neighbours, acquaintances or other villagers. He could only think of the 52 possibilities that his weekly sex wish suddenly opened up to him. How many things he had never dared to ask or talk about for fear that Frauke might reject him or think he was weird? What was his sweetheart planning to do with him during this time? Anything was possible now, but where to start?
A few more minutes, and they would arrive at her front door. Time to make a decision.
"OK, Paul, what'll it be?"
"Um," Paul took a deep breath and said the next sentence as quickly as he could, almost in one word, before his courage failed him. "Can you kneel down in front of me, do me with your mouth, and then I'll squirt my load on your bare tits?"
"Paul, Paul, Paul..." Frauke replied with a dirty smile on her lips. "You little piggy. I didn't know you were into such dirty things."
"Well, I saw it in a porno years ago, and it made me pretty horny back then. But I never dared to ask my sweet, innocent love about something like that. But now that we're at it anyway - do you want to?"
"From now on, let's say: 'I want you to...' and then we'll know straight away that it's a weekly wish. And then: Sure, I want to. I'm not allowed to say no." Frauke winked at him and pulled him by the hand into the living room. She slowly knelt down on the carpet in front of him, looked up at him with a smile and said: "Let's go then."
With that, she undid his belt and trousers and pulled everything down, whereupon Paul's cock, finally freed from its fabric prison, jumped up like a spring and waited there for its turn. Frauke's face came very close to Paul's privates, where he could already feel her breath on his skin. Before she got to work, however, she pulled her top over her head and freed her breasts, weighed them briefly in her hands, twirled her nipples with her thumb and forefinger and then turned back to her lover.