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 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.