Sex Stories

Inge spent her last night in Germany with my husband and me before going home. On the pretext of convenience I offered bed, breakfast and a ride to the airport in Frankfurt the next morning. I was hoping for some new fun too. Inge was as tall as I, but with more meat on the bones. A typically beautiful, blond, blue-eyed Scandinavian girl with large firm breasts and delicious buttocks. I was then 24, slim and small breasted with long, long legs. Just below that is the most beautiful pussy my husband said he'd ever seen. I have a prominent mons veneris, my nether lips barely indistinguishable with only a thin slit visible through a blond wisp of pubic hair below a flat tummy. I've always loved my pussy because it gives me and others so much pleasure.

Inge, knapsack slung over shoulder, appeared in time for dinner. She was dressed casually and comfortable in a below-the-knee flowing summer dress, barely giving hint to her wonderful form and hair in pigtails. After dinner and a few bottles of Rhine wine we were pretty relaxed with each other and mellow. The girl was twenty-something like us and not inexperienced. She was only a casual acquaintance. We had met her at the NCO Club with some of Ted's GI friends who we knew she had been fucking. I took notice of her then and we had even danced together one evening out as European women frequently do. That gave me a chance to innocently feel her up good. I liked her luscious body and thought about her occasionally. I chatted her up whenever I got a chance.

I had been randy with anticipation awaiting the weekend. But now that she was here with us in our cozy little attic apartment I was having trouble keeping my fingers from rubbing my swollen pussy. Ted had given me my usual morning fuck. I need an orgasm first thing in the morning with or without him. We had gone about our chores and I had been rubbing my pussy through my dress all day. I prefer not to wear panties, never at home, and never a bra since I was so flat chested.

After a good dinner with wine we made ourselves comfortable in the living room. Inge sprawled her shapely legs and long blond hair on our couch. I kept looking at her thighs when her dress rode up her legs. I gave her an occasional glance between my legs. I know she saw enough. There was a lot of friendly conversation, mostly sex talk. I kept the conversation going in the right direction, telling her about me and my best friend, Goody. Not too much, but enough to peak her interest. Inge said she was horny for her boyfriend and was glad to be going home. I thought she was just horny. It wasn't like she had trouble getting laid. She hinted around about some of her sexual escapades with Ted's friends and I coaxed her into talking about the size of their tools. We had some good laughs about my husband's obvious hard on that we had caused. She got really fidgety thighs and kept rubbing them tightly together when I playfully handled the bulge in Ted's trousers. I could tell she wanted to rub her mound.