BY WAY OF AN INTODUCTION
I had been working as a musician in a hotel in Hamburg. Not a sleazy joint, but a really nice five star business hotel.
One thing that surprised me about this place was the amount of hookers that frequented the bar. They weren't readily noticeable, but after a couple of days, I had worked out who and what they were. The head barman told me that as long as the girls didn't solicit business, then the hotel could legally allow them to be in the bar.
I used to watch and smile as overweight, ugly business types would offer to buy them a drink. They were opening the door to negotiations. After an hour of chit-chat, the girl and her mark would leave, I assumed, for the executive floor.
Now don't get me wrong. This is not a tale of how I fucked a high class hooker. The previous paragraph was a simple scene setter.
One Friday night, I was finishing up my last set.
It had been a great night. The patrons enjoyed my music and people bought my CD's. I was really happy.
As I was singing my final song, a couple walked in and took a table near to where I becomes playing. I finished the song, bowed to the applause and announced that I would be back the following night.
As I packed my gear away, a waiter brought me a glass of red wine and told me it was from the couple who had walked in during my last song. I felt obliged to say thanks and they offered me to sit with them.
I found out that they were married and in town for a party. The wife did most of the talking and introduced herself as Anja and her husband was called Gerhard.
Anja said that she really liked my singing and was sorry that they hadn't been in earlier. I told her that I was performing again the following night. She replied that they had to go to this party, but if it party wasn't any good, the two of them would be right back to the hotel to listen to me.
I thanked them again and left for my room.
I never gave the matter much thought, but the next night as I was playing my final song, Anja and Gerhard walked into the bar and sat at a table right next to me.
After I had played the last chord, Anja came over and gave me a huge hug, which in retrospect lingered a little more than it should have done. She offered to buy me drink and asked if I could stay and chat. Once more, I obliged.
I asked her if the party was ok but she replied that it wasn't as good as she thought it would be. I asked her where the party was but I think she either misunderstood or misheard my question because what she replied changed the entire course of the evening.
"It was a party for people like us," she replied. "My husband and I like to swing and I am bi sexual."
For the first time I looked at her. I mean really looked and took in every detail.
The night before I had just seen a very attractive and desirable woman who was also someone else's wife. But now, I was looking at her through a completely different pair of eyes. I would guess she mid to late 30's. She had dark hair and stunning chestnut brown eyes, which were separated by a long, slender patrician nose. Her full lips were coated in liquid gloss red lipstick and occasionally she would wet them with her tongue. She wore a white blouse that opened enough to show just enough cleavage. Below she wore a short black skirt which rode up on her thighs when she crossed her legs exposing the tops to her "stay up" stockings.
As we talked I noticed Gerhard was very quiet but Anja explained that he couldn't speak English very well and was embarrassed to try.
Anja also told me, "Gerhardt and I have been out walking in the city for most of the day but all I have been thinking about is you."
She went on to explain that she really didn't want to go to the party because she would have preferred to spend the evening listening and watching me.
But Gerhardt had been looking forward to it so much that she couldn't disappoint him. The whole idea was that once at the party they would split and each would find a partner.
It appeared that whilst Gerhard had been successful in finding another woman to fuck, Anja had not. She told me that she met a woman who thought she might be interested in but the woman developed a bad stomach and had to go home. Anja suspected the woman had developed cold feet. Still, she had hoped that I might be interested.
So here I was sat next to someone else's wife and she was asking if I would be interested in having sex with her. I think the term is "No brainer". But Gerhard was making me nervous.
I asked her if he was taking part in this and her reply was that he would sit and watch.
She excused herself and said she needed to use the toilet. It was complete coincidence that I also needed to pee.
I followed her down the stairs to where the toilets were. She paused by the door to the ladies, turned round and kissed me. Tongues met, lips mashed and saliva was exchanged. My hand found its way under her short skirt and touched the warm, damp gusset of her panties. She moaned in my mouth as I slid a finger under the leg of her panties and into her soaking wet, shaven pussy.
Her hand touched the front of my trousers. My penis was as hard as stone. She pulled away from me, put her hands on my shoulders and marched me backwards into the ladies toilet.
She continued to march me into a cubicle. After she had locked the door she crouched in front of me, opened my fly zipper and pulled my iron hard cock out and proceeded to give me an amazing blow job, whilst rubbing her clitoris through the material of her sodden panties.
