Inga loved to experiment.
Even coming to America from her native Norway was an experiment. In Europe, she had been a circus performer, an acrobat. Unfortunately, she was never quite good enough to be a top star and eventually gave up the life when she was offered a marketing position with an American manufacturing company in Minnesota. She sold circus equipment to the many circus and carnival shows that toured all over the world each year.
Experimentation was the spice of her life. She never took the same route to work two days in a row. Her clothing was an array of mixed and sometimes mismatched outfits. The furniture in her second floor apartment was a collection of oddities. She joyed in trying new ways to prepare food. Once in a while she hit on a good recipe but mostly the dishes she prepared were ghastly.
On the other hand, her husband, Lars, was a couch potato. He didn't like the Minnesota weather. The summers were too warm for him and in the winter the wind was relentless, chilling him to the bone, far worse than his native Norway. He had however, discovered the joy of American television, American football, American soap operas and best of all the American preoccupation with sex.
Inga shared his love of sex and applied her experimentation to it at every opportunity. Unlike her cooking, it was seldom a failure.
Once they had tried every position in the Kama Sutra book four or five times, they began to branch out on their own. One unique position they found was, with Lars sitting on the couch and his head back, Inga could crawl up the back of the couch, put her knees on the back rest, and rest her elbows on the high window sill that overlooked the walkway. From this position she could lower her pussy onto Lars waiting mouth. One disadvantage was that people passing by on the outside walkway could look in and see her from the waist up, so she had to wear a blouse while doing this. Once, Mrs. Gibson, her neighbor, stopped to chat while she was in this position and Lars was licking her pussy. Lars could hear her and thought it was a big joke, so stuck his tongue even deeper into her pussy and licked even harder while the conversation was going on. Mrs. Gibson became uneasy at Inga's demeanor and inattention and moved on just about the same time that Inga had an orgasm. From then on they kept the drapes closed.
