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When Frauke revisited the last few weeks with her Paul, she realised with a satisfied smile that she had already achieved a lot. The innocent guy from the countryside, who recently couldn’t even imagine having sex outside of his own bed, had become someone who presented his girlfriend naked to the parcel carrier without twitching his eye, but with his cock instead. He had obviously already planned ahead with the parcel he had ordered. A speed of development that she could be satisfied with. However, not even close to the end result she wanted to achieve with her education. The next step had to be taken.

For Paul, normal everyday sex with Frauke had now become a thrill all of its own. He never knew when during their week she would utter the magic phrase: ‘I want you to…’, turning their time together into a wild adventure that seemed to constantly increase in intensity. He was also constantly thinking up his own dirty tricks for her. The week was also coming to an end and so the time when something new would happen couldn’t be far off.

‘Paul?’ Frauke approached him at the breakfast table on Saturday morning. ‘We need an audience.’ A statement she made as matter-of-factly as if she had told him that it was raining outside again.

‘What do you mean?’ Paul asked, his heart rate suddenly skyrocketing. He hardly dared to think what was coming next. He felt a slight tingling sensation in his privates that seemed like a premonition.

‘I’d like us to invite my girlfriend Ute round tonight. I want her to watch us fuck.’

Wow! Frauke had actually said what he had somehow hoped for and somehow feared. He had probably provoked her a little with his parcel delivery campaign.

‘Ute, eh?’ Paul tried not to let his excitement show. ‘Why Ute in particular?’ Frauke’s girlfriend with the voluptuous curves and huge breasts. Some simpler men might have called her fat, but for Paul she was just plump and hot in her own special way.

‘Firstly, because she’s my best friend and I can trust her completely,’ Frauke began with a list that she had obviously already worked out in advance. ‘Secondly, because Ute has been single for a year and so there are no complicated entanglements that we have to undo at the end, and thirdly, because I’ve seen for myself that you’re constantly peeking at her cleavage when she visits, and I can be sure that you’ll do your best when she’s the audience.’

Paul had to take a deep breath. He was probably more obvious than he had thought. Well, there was nothing more to be done about it. A wish was a wish and could not be refused. That was the deal the two of them had struck a few weeks ago at Frauke’s request and that was what would happen tonight.

‘How did you imagine that in detail?’ Paul wanted to know. If there was a plan, it might calm his nerves a little.

‘I’m meeting Ute for coffee today anyway, so I’ll just invite her round. When we lived together in the flat share back then, we constantly heard each other through the thin walls with our respective acquaintances. It’s not that far now and she also knows that we have this dirty deal with each other.’

‘You told her that?’

‘Paul, best friends talk to each other about everything and don’t worry, you always come off extremely well in my stories. I think she’ll like the scenario. Once she’s here, we’ll just put an armchair in front of our bed, we’ll both disappear into the bedroom, get going and she’ll join us at some point. What happens then, happens.’

She deliberately held out the carrot that the audience scenario could become something more. She wanted the thought to spread quietly in Paul’s head, because wild thoughts didn’t come naturally to him. She knew that by now.

‘Now go and have a shower, shave and try not to think about it any more. I want you to be presentable and not a shaggy bundle of nerves.’

With that, Frauke got ready for a day in the city with her friend and Paul was alone with his thoughts for the rest of the day. He tried to distract himself with tidying and cleaning. If there were going to be visitors for such an occasion, he at least wanted to have the bedroom in order and put on fresh bed linen. Nevertheless, time passed slowly and it wasn’t even close to evening when he was satisfied with the state of the flat.

Now he had to think strategically and a strategic wank seemed just the thing for him. Cumming once would calm his nerves and keep him in the game for longer afterwards. So Paul made himself comfortable kırşehir escort on the couch – after all, he had already prepared the bed for tonight – opened his trousers, thought about what would happen tonight and put his hands on himself. Not an easy task, because even though the thought of involving Ute in their lovemaking, even if only as a spectator, turned him on. It wouldn’t work like that.

He needed some visual stimulation. Mobile phone out, message to Frauke: ‘Hey, I hope you’re having fun in the city. I know it’s not my turn to make a wish, but I could do with a bit of entertainment. Why don’t you go to the toilet somewhere and send me a sexy picture of yourself, ok?’

‘………’ Frauke wrote, the wait was agonising, then finally redemption. ‘Give me five minutes.’

*Ping* went the mobile phone, a message from Frauke. ‘Have fun with it. We’ll see you later. ;-)’ There she was. His sweetheart was sitting on the toilet seat, T-shirt and bra pulled up with both hands and a winking smile on her face. The picture had obviously been taken by a third person. Ute. So she was in on it. He could work with that.

10 minutes and three paper towels later, he was ready for the arranged shower and shave and then it was soon time for the visitor.

‘Front door has a visitor’ announced the doorbell accordingly an hour later. Paul opened the door to two smiling and giggling women who had apparently already had a glass or two of champagne.

‘Hey, you two?’ He tried to address them in a relaxed manner. However, he was unable to convincingly hide his nervousness. The answer was more giggles. Paul could hardly remember the next hour. They chatted, laughed and exchanged glances. Ute had dressed nicely for the occasion. Either she had already dressed for the meeting with Frauke or she had changed after finding out about the plans for the evening. Her dress emphasised her curves and was particularly low-cut at the front. Frauke had probably told her that Paul liked to look at her cleavage, or she had noticed it herself and wanted to provoke him a little. Either was fine with Paul, because Frauke’s stories about him couldn’t have been as intimate as they were about to get.

Although the mood had lightened considerably over the last hour with the odd glass or two and Paul’s nerves had calmed down a little as a result, no one had yet dared to approach the main attraction of the evening. That changed abruptly when Frauke stood up, took him by the hand and suggested:

‘Let’s get going!’ in a slightly trembling voice. She pulled him towards her, kissed him with slightly parted lips, slipped her tongue into his mouth and pressed her body tightly against him. Paul reflexively put his hand on her behind and squeezed, pulling her even closer to him. Through her thin dress, he could feel her breasts moving under her accelerated breathing. Frauke opened her eyes and looked at Ute. She broke away from her husband, breathed an excited

‘See you soon!’ to her friend and pulled Paul into the bedroom behind her.

‘Are you nervous?’ Frauke wanted to know from Paul.

‘Yes, I am.’

‘Don’t worry, just do what you always do with me, that’s what she wants to see and I want to present us as we are. No unnecessary show. But for now, let’s make sure you’re ready for action.’ Frauke pulled her dress over her head with that fluid movement that obviously only women can do and removed her bra just as quickly. Paul was always mesmerised by the sight of her breasts, which gently fell down a little and then bounced a tiny amount. She wasn’t wearing any panties today.

Frauke grabbed Paul’s crotch and gently pushed him backwards until he plopped down on her bed.

‘Come on, get it out!’ she urged him. She massaged her right and then her left breast with her left hand, twirling her own nipples, which dutifully stood up as Paul removed his trousers.

Frauke knelt between his legs, grabbed his cock and licked her lips as if she had the best dessert in the world in front of her. Obviously she had thought of a few show-elements after all, even if only for her Paul for the time being. She stuck out her tongue, licked the tip along the underside of his member, let it circle around the tip of his cock three times and then sucked it halfway into her mouth in one slow movement.She let out a ‘mmmmhhhh’, the vibrations of which he could feel all the way into his sack.

He adored her flaunted lust for his cock and that did malatya escort not miss its target. He became rock hard in her mouth. She let it pop out of her mouth, jerked it a few more times with her hand and stood up.

‘Do you want to lick my pussy a bit?’ Paul nodded, ‘Stay down, I want to ride your tongue.’ He moved back a little so that he could lie completely on the bed. Frauke climbed up to him, swung one leg over his head and lowered her slit onto his face, her ass facing him, her upper body towards the door. Paul dutifully stuck out his tongue and first ran it through her lips in long strokes, between which he could already taste her wetness. After he had pushed his tongue between her lips a few times and fucked her a little with his mouth, he finally turned his attention to her pearl. He circled it a few times with his pointed tongue, then spread it wide and rubbed her most sensitive spot with gentle pressure. Frauke seemed to enjoy it because she adapted to his rhythm and rubbed herself against his tongue with circular movements. She became wetter and wetter, Paul’s mouth was already completely covered in her juice and it ran down his chin. He loved being so completely absorbed in her and she loved feeling his devotion.

Frauke leant forwards a little, which on the one hand increased the pressure of his tongue on her clitoris and on the other gave her access to his cock, which she gripped firmly with her hand and worked with gentle up and down movements. Frauke could already feel her centre beginning to tingle and she almost forgot that they were about to embark on a bigger adventure when the door slowly opened.

Ute poked her head into the bedroom first and was immediately fixated on the two of them. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly when she saw that they were indeed already in full swing.

‘Come in, sit down,’ Frauke encouraged her friend. Paul had also realised that he now had a spectator. His cock acknowledged his excitement with a violent twitch, which Frauke had also noticed. He would have loved to slow down for a moment, familiarise himself with the situation and somehow greet Ute, but Frauke obviously had other plans. She increased the pressure of her pelvis on his tongue and intensified her movements on his face. She let go of his cock, which Paul was very grateful for. He would have ended up cumming prematurely from all the excitement and stimulation and the show would have been over before it had really begun.

Frauke now focussed entirely on herself. She wanted to experience the first orgasm of the day. She wanted to give her guest a proper welcome and break down all barriers straight away. She wanted to find out whether she was up to the situation. If she could just come like that in front of her friend, then she could also do all the other things she had planned. She stimulated her own nipples again, massaged her breasts and began to breathe faster until she started moaning softly.

Meanwhile, Ute sat down on the armchair provided, diagonally in front of the bed, leant back, crossed her legs and rested her arms on the armrests. She had resolved not to let anything show, but her heart was beating almost up to her neck and drops of sweat were standing on her nose. She took a few deep breaths and got used to the situation. Her best friend was sitting naked on her husband’s face in front of her, having her pussy licked with relish and visibly heading for a climax, while his cock was sticking up stiff and twitching in front of her. Both of them were now so busy with their lovemaking that they didn’t even seem to notice her. Time for Ute to observe everything a little more closely. Frauke had seen her naked before.

When getting ready for parties, in various changing rooms when new outfits had to be checked, or after showering when she had forgotten her clothes in her old shared room. But so aroused and in action – that was new and exciting. As far as Paul was concerned, she obviously hadn’t exaggerated in her stories. Overall, he was of average build for a man of his age. Not too thin, not too fat and not overly packed with muscles. Ute had to take another deep breath before she dared to take a closer look at his cock. The thing was really not to be sneezed at. Solid 18cm, thick enough, beautifully veined and only slightly curved. The tip shone in the bedroom light. Either drops of lust or Frauke had already sucked it. Ute could feel how warm she felt between her legs at the niğde escort thought and sight of it and how the moisture slowly found its way between her lips.

Frauke’s louder moans tore her from her thoughts. Her friend threw her head back, held on to Paul’s legs and climaxed right before her eyes. After a few violent twitches of her pelvis, she opened her eyes, looked Ute straight in the eye and smiled broadly and contentedly.

‘Well, do you like what you see?’

‘Very nice, but I hope that’s not the end of it.’ Ute was surprised by her directness, but that was probably due to the erotic nature of the situation.

‘How do you think he should fuck me?’

Ute had to swallow. She really hadn’t expected a director’s position. ‘How… um… would it be from behind?’ She really liked this position herself and hoped it would be a hot sight. After all, she wanted to have fun too.

‘Will do,’ Frauke replied and got down on all fours.

‘Turn towards me a little, I want us all to be able to look each other in the eye.’ Frauke smiled enthusiastically and Paul just worked like he was on rails. Did as he was told.

As always, Frauke had told him, so he positioned himself behind her, grabbed her hips with his left hand and took his cock in his right. He delayed the start a little longer, sliding his tip up and down her crack and spreading her moisture over his cock. Thus prepared, he got into position and pushed it into her pussy with a slow but firm movement of his hips. He felt how wet, warm and tight it was inside her. He could feel the structures inside her sliding past his sensitive tip. Frauke moaned softly and Paul responded with a softly breathy ‘Oh yes!’.

He gave her a brief moment to get used to his cock, then he began to fuck her slowly but deeply. He pulled his cock out of her almost to the end, let it slide back in, grabbed her hips with both hands and thrust the last few centimetres so that it clapped softly when his hips hit her bottom. Once he had maintained this rhythm for a few thrusts and could be sure that he wasn’t about to cum early, he dared to let his gaze wander to Ute. In the meantime, she had put one leg over the armrest of her seat and was circling her clit with two fingers while she let her gaze wander over the two hosts.

With this sight before him, Paul could no longer hold back. He increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts, which made him grunt and Frauke moan almost squeakily. His hips slapped faster and harder against her bum and his sack bumped against her pearl with every repetition.

‘Yes, Paul, show her how you can fuck me!’ Frauke had decided to take control of the proceedings again. ‘Come on, Ute, show him your tits. He’s wanted to see them for so long.’

Ute’s breathing was already heavy and her excitement was clearly noticeable. At Frauke’s instruction, she let her dress slide off her shoulders and pulled down her bra.

‘Wow!’ exclaimed Paul, who had been dreaming of this sight, but it was surpassed by reality. Ute had the breasts of a well-built woman in her mid-thirties, which, despite their size, yielded only slightly to gravity. The sight almost took him past the point of no return, but by slowing his thrusts he was just able to catch himself.

Ute must have noticed and smiled before resuming work on herself. She thrust into her pleasure centre with first one and then two fingers, matching the rhythm of Paul’s thrusts into Frauke. The three of them pushed themselves higher and higher for several minutes until it burst out of Ute and then Frauke. Both women climaxed almost simultaneously and Frauke had to stop Paul from fucking her further with a firm grip on his thigh. She was now simply too sensitive for further action.

‘Do you want to finish him off with your hand?’ she asked Ute.

She had to think for a moment, but then got up from her chair.

‘Is that okay for you, Paul? Can I touch it?’

‘I’d love you to,’ Paul replied with a trembling voice and lay down on his back. Frauke had planned this again, he thought to himself, but then felt the stranger’s hand firmly grasp his cock and slide up and down on him.

‘You can touch them,’ Ute encouraged him, looking at her breasts. Paul didn’t need to be told twice and took her left breast in his hand, first cradling it and then squeezing it gently.

This was definitely too much for him and after an intense tingle in his cock, he jerked in Ute’s hand and shot his load in a high arc onto his own stomach. The last drops ran onto Ute’s hand and he let out a long, drawn-out sigh.

All three of them looked around the room, embarrassed, and then they laughed heartily. ‘Wow!’ Ute was the first to say what everyone was thinking. ‘That was hot. I can’t wait to see what happens next with you two.’

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