Chapter 1

I have part of my family who live in Germany in one of the Suburbs of a city called Augsburg. Since the passing of my grandmother a few years back, Mike and I have only visited this side of our family on a couple of occasions. The last time was over 2 years ago. We had decided to pay a visit to coincide with the Munich Oktoberfest, an annual Beer Festival held in Munich.

We stayed with one of my great aunts, and Mike and my male cousins had planned to travel to Munich for the beer festival staying over in a hotel for a couple of nights. I wasn’t going to the Beer Festival and would instead be staying at my great aunts by myself.

The day before my cousin and Mike were due to head off to Munich, I went jogging in a local park. The weather was quite nice for the time of year and I had just worn a pair of my skin-tight lycra leggings, and a tight lycra bra top. I slowly jogged to the park that wasn’t too far from my great aunts, and began doing laps around what was a small boating lake and wooded area.

During my first lap and on doing some stretches, I noticed a couple of old guys sitting on one of the park benches. I noticed them looking in my direction and chatting to each other which piqued my interest, as I thought this might be an opportunity for having some fun. With Mike and my cousins being away for a couple of nights, I knew I was going to get bored sitting in with my great aunt and had hoped I might find some extra cock on the visit.

I slowly jogged past the old men sitting on the park bench and smiled at them as I did so. They both said something to me in German smiling and waving at me as I ran past. I said good morning to them obviously with my heavy Scottish accent. They both smiled and I heard the word ‘Englander’ as I went past them.

I went halfway around the boating lake before turning and heading back towards my old admirers. As I got closer, they both smiled at me again and so I smiled back saying good morning to them once again. With this they beckoned me over and we began to have a little chat.

They asked me if I was on vacation from England and I told him that I was visiting family but was in fact from Scotland. They both laughed apologizing that it was difficult for them to tell accents and I told them not to be so silly as their English put me to shame.

Now I should say at this point I can speak a little bit of German, but I decided for some reason not to tell them this at this point.

In all honesty over the years I have begun to notice the different types of looks that I received from men. You can be out and about shopping or just going about your normal daily business and you will receive several classes of looks during the course of such days. Most are just polite hellos or if you catch someone’s eye a reciprocal nod of the head to recognize that you have acknowledged each other. But I have certainly come to recognize the signs of more admiring and lecherous glances from men, and this was the vibe I was getting from my two old guys on the park bench.

As I was standing chatting to them, I was still moving, trying to make sure that I didn’t stiffen up and they asked me if I was a keen keep fit fanatic. I chuckled in reply, saying no but I try to keep in shape now that I’m getting older, to which one of the guys said “Your shape looks absolutely perfect to me, so you don’t have anything to worry about.” Obviously, this was all being said with what was quite a heavy German accent and the English wasn’t perfect from either of them, but even with my smattering of German, their English far outstripped what I could manage in a conversation.

I thanked them for the compliment and decided to see if I could tease them a little bit more. I asked them how often they came to the park and they said they came daily for a little bit of a constitutional walk before often heading off for some breakfast or later in the afternoon for a spot of lunch.

We introduced ourselves and they were both retired gentlemen. One was very thin and tall, with silver hair and a cheeky smile. I would have put him in his early 60s and he said his name was Franz. The other one was a slightly chubbier, shorter guy whose name was Helmut. I told them I was over with my husband but that he was heading off with some family members to the beer festival in Munich.

As I was chatting, I was doing some stretches and trying my best to give the guys good glimpses of my tits, in my tight lycra top, as I did so. My jogging leggings are very tight anyway and I could definitely feel the material slipping into my pussy, so I was pretty sure that a camel toe would have been on display for my old letches as well.

I bent over to do some stretches with my back turned to them for a few seconds trying to give the dirty old guys a good glimpse of my ass. After showing them my arse as best I could, I then said I was going to head off for another few-minutes around the lake and that I hoped to see them again as I passed by. They told me they were going to be sitting there for quite some time as they were enjoying the morning view.

The more forward one of the two, Helmut, was saying that I had certainly brightened up their morning as well. I smiled once again, winking at Helmut and saying a thank you for the compliment, as I slowly jogged off trying to listen to what the conversation was as I did so.

I absolutely heard the words “titten” and “arsch” mentioned and I knew the guys were chatting about the views that I had given them of my tits and of my ass, as I had bent over to do some stretches. This confirmed that these two guys at worst were a pair of old letches and hopefully at best a couple of willing older cocks, that I could get to grips with whilst Mike was away.

I did a full circuit around the boating lake this time and was building up quite a sweat and also quite a wet patch in my pussy area, from the thought of trying to tease these two old men and from potentially what fun I might be able to have with them.

As I approached them again, they waved at me and I waved back, this time blowing them a kiss, it just happened naturally I hadn’t planned on doing it. Franz laughed, grabbing the kiss out of the air and touching it to his face and then blew me a kiss back. I pretended to catch it and held it to my lips.

I stopped once more to chat with the guys, this time standing a bit closer to them so they could get a real good look at my body. As I walked towards them slowly, I once again heard the German words for tits and ass being spoken between them and knew that I had a pair of randy old fuckers on my hands.

Once beside them I did some more stretches as we chatted making sure this time to really pull my Lycra leggings quite tight up around my crotch area. On looking down I could see that the front of my leggings had literally been eaten by my cunt. I had a clearly defined camel toe on display for them and was hoping that the dirty old fuckers were getting a thrill out of seeing me displaying myself to them in this wanton manner.

We chatted for a little bit longer before I headed off for a further circuit, once again hearing them describing me as I left them and I definitely heard the German words, ‘geile schlampe’ for ‘horny slut/bitch’ being mentioned. The next chat we would have was when I did the circuit again and this was the last one for that day, as I said I was heading back home to my great aunt’s house.

They asked if I planned jogging again the next morning and I told them I most certainly would be back and their eyes lit up as I said so. I told them I hoped to see them again, wishing them a lovely day and again we blew air kisses to each other as I jogged away.

I felt so fucking horny that I gave myself a good finger bashing as I showered once home. That night Mike gave me an absolutely gorgeous hard pummeling as I told him of how I had flirted with the two old guys, with him asking me if I intended to see if I could take it further while he was away. I told him of course I was intending to try, and I hoped that they would both be game as they certainly seemed a dirty pair and very chatty.

The next morning couldn’t come quick enough for me and once again I headed out from my aunt’s house dressed this time in a different pair of tight jogging leggings and an even shorter cropped top. This top allowed my cleavage to be on display a little bit more than the one I had worn the day before and I was hoping my two old admirers would get a good view of my cleavage and my tits. I wasn’t to be disappointed.

As soon as I got near the bench where they had been sitting the day before, they both waved at me feverishly and I ran straight over to them like a bitch in heat. They welcomed me with a good morning in their broken English as I did so again, keeping up the pretense that I understood no German.

Helmut asked me how my day had gone after I left them yesterday, and I told them I had a pleasant evening out with family. I then informed them that my husband and cousins would be heading off in a few hours, and that I was doing a wee bit of exercise before heading back to say cheerio to them and then I was at a loose end for the rest of the day and evening.

I wanted them both to see that I was available for them that night and needn’t have worried as they both latched onto this piece of information. In tandem they asked me what my plans were for that night and I said that I honestly didn’t have much planned at all. I certainly wasn’t going to be sitting in with my great aunt and she would go to bed very early. I hoped to maybe pop out for a few drinks if I could locate a couple of local bars.

They informed me that they had plans themselves to go out that evening and if I wanted, they would be very happy for me to join them, if I would feel comfortable doing so. Of course, I responded enthusiastically to this, thanking them both very much for being such gallant gentlemen. This was exactly the type of an invite I have been hoping for.

As I was chatting, I once again was trying to do some small warm-ups, this time bending over facing them trying to give them a good ogle at me, hoping they might get glimpses and views of my tits.

I said I was heading off for a quick lap and that we could chat more later, to plan how we would meet up later and arrange popping out for a few drinks. Once again as I slowly walked away building up to a slow jog, I clearly heard Franz saying something like, “She has fantastic tits. Could you imagine getting your hands on those,” to his friend Helmut.

My fanny was already soaking wet from the knowledge that I definitely had organized a date for myself, even if the two old guys had no idea and I wasn’t just going out for a friendly drink with them. I would make that clearer and more obvious on the night I had decided.

I repeated the laps and the chats as we had done the previous day but noticed that on the last two chats, they became more and more risqué, with compliments flying my way. Especially from the more forward one, Helmut. He told me I was a very beautiful young woman and that my husband was a very lucky man. He added that if I was his wife, he certainly wouldn’t be leaving me behind to head off to a beer festival, as he would be worried about what I might get up to.

I laughed with him and told him, “Oh, my husband doesn’t worry. He knows how naughty I am anyway!” and continued telling them, “He doesn’t worry about that sort of thing. He knows what I like and anyway he doesn’t mind if I have a little bit of fun every now and again.”

I just wanted to plant the seed that I wasn’t just being a tease, but I was also prepared to go through with my teasing, and would be a willing slut for them, if that’s what they wanted. We arranged to meet later that evening, again in the park, before we would go to a bar/cafe they knew that wasn’t too far. They both lived in what they described as a retirement complex and they were both recently widowed.

I left my two older lotharios, again hearing them talking about me and the word ‘schlampe’ being used again. The thought they were describing me as a slut had me fucking creaming.

I ran back to say my goodbyes to my cousins and Mike with my cunt dripping. Once I had showered and got myself ready, I explained to Mike that I had been invited out for the night for a couple of drinks by the two very kind older gentlemen, I had met whilst jogging in the park. He smiled a knowing smile saying,” I suppose you have plans for both of them!” and I simply replied, “If I haven’t had both of their cocks in my cunt and my mouth by the end of tonight, then it will be an absolute failure in my eyes’, love.”

I spent the afternoon in the company of my great aunt which was nice as I hadn’t seen her for quite some time. But in all honesty, by late afternoon I was absolutely frothing at the gash at the thought of the fun that I could be having later that night.

Once we had finished eating and my aunt was settling down, I explained that I was going to get myself ready and head off for a few drinks. She told me to be careful but that she knew that I would be wanting to head out for just a little bit of younger company. I thought to myself, little did she know but I had my eyes on two men old enough to be my grandfather and was hoping that both of them would be fucking my brains out before the end of the night.

My flirting with them had definitely confirmed that they had a naughty side to them. The comments made about my ass and tits had confirmed this to me, and I hoped that by wearing a very revealing outfit for them to ogle me in, I would get the conversation quickly turned to some naughty chat where I could make it clear to them I was up for more than just teasing.

I had decided on wearing a very short leather mini skirt which was white in color. I decided to wear no tights or stockings and instead went bare legged which I think always looks quite slutty when out for an evening with a mini skirt on. I decided on wearing a very tight, revealing top to go with it. The top was cut into a V-shape and whilst I don’t have the biggest tits, even in this tight top I had a decent cleavage. Coupled with the push-up bra that I wore underneath it, this made my tits look heaving and I hoped that I would not only be getting their eyes all over them but their hands, lips and tongues would be on them later in the evening.

I followed my usual routine of having a nice, long soak in the bath and on this occasion shaved my cunt completely bald, ensuring it was smooth by double shaving it and oiling it nicely. My fanny was so fucking wet getting ready, and putting on my see through, white laced, knickers. My wet fanny was already devouring the material, I was that wet.

To top it off I decided to go with a pair of white stilettos and an ankle bracelet around my right foot, the sign of a shared wife. I popped my makeup on (red lipstick and pale blue eyeshadow) and couldn’t resist a little play with my pussy again. My hair had been tied up in one long ponytail and I popped a pair of hoop earrings in just to top the complete slutty look.

I made my way out stopping to say good night to my great aunt. I wore a big long mac coat over the top so that she could not see the utter whore outfit her great niece was wearing for these two older men to ogle.

The walk to the park took me about 20 minutes and all the way there I was feeling extremely randy and turned on. This was from being dressed so provocatively when outside, even though I had my coat on, the cool air was sending shivers up my legs and my moist pussy was getting wetter and wetter. My nipples were stiff as I started thinking I shouldn’t have worn a bra to give my two old letches a better view of them.

I reached the park and saw my two old guys standing by the bench where we had been chatting for the past couple of mornings. They both looked very well dressed in nice suits, shoes and both looked quite dashing for men of their age. Helmut told me he was 66 and Franz told me that he was the older of the two friends, the boss as he described himself, and he had just turned 67.

I thanked them again for agreeing to accompany me on a night out, and they replied they both were looking forward to spending more time with me, as it wasn’t very often, they got to spend time with such a beautiful young lady. I thanked them again for the compliment, telling them that they both looked very handsome and that I was the lucky one to be escorted by two such dashing and handsome gentlemen.

The walk to the pub, which was actually more of a cafe, bar bistro was about 5-minutes and I was delighted in the clicking and clacking of my high heels as I walked, making sure that I drew attention to both Helmut and Franz to my legs. I still had my long coat on and hoped that once we were inside, sat comfortably and I had fully displayed my goods, the chat would get even heavier and naughtier than the nice compliments that had been thrown in so far. Once we arrived at the bar, we found a quiet corner which had a booth style seating area, and I was pleased as this would allow us to have a bit of privacy.

Once we got to our table, Helmut being a gentleman offered to take my coat and this was the point I was really looking forward to. His big, old, strong hands gently removed my coat from my shoulders and I was now fully on display for my two old admirers. I could feel their eyes looking me up and down and I did nothing to dissuade them by simply standing allowing both Helmet and Franz to take their seats letting them have a good look at the full length of me. “You look very beautiful Anna, may I say,” Helmut said to me.

I thanked him saying, “I hope that you approved of my outfit, as I chose it especially for you.” I stood letting them ogle my legs and tits in my tight top, parting my legs slightly, to tighten the mini skirt a wee bit, and clicked my heels to show them my anklet as well.

Franz responded, “It has been a while since I have seen such a beautiful pair of legs on a young lady, and especially on a young lady who I am going to be spending some time with.”

I thanked him again, asking, “Do you think my legs are very nice?”

He replied, “Oh yes, they are stunning.”

I quickly drew attention to the length of my mini skirt, asking, “Do you think my skirt is a bit short? Do you feel that I am looking like a bit of ‘mutton dressed as lamb?” I had to explain this last part to them as they didn’t understand what I meant, but as soon as they got the gist, Helmut retorted, “No Anna. The length is perfect and with your figure and legs there is no reason why a lady in her 30s or 40s should not wear the same outfit as a lady in their 20s.” Adding that he loved my high heels too.

Whilst asking about the length of my mini skirt, I stood still to display myself the best I could to them at the side of the table as they took their seats, wanting both of them to get a good look at my fucking legs that I hoped both of them would be in between later, hoping I would have them wrapped around their backs as they fucked me hard later that night.

We sat at the table with me at one side of the booth and the two guys at the other, and ordered a round of drinks and continued chatting for a little while. I was very conscious of their eyes wandering from my face to my tits and smiled at them enjoying the view as we chatted.

“I hope you like my top as well. I think you both do from your looks,”” I teasingly added. I had decided to start pushing the envelope right from the start because I was absolutely gasping for a good cocking and feeling so bloody turned on.

The bar was quite full, but luckily the booth behind us was empty so we could chat, keeping our voices down, but I was able to be quite risky and fruity with them both, in terms of what I was saying.

Franz said, “That top is beautiful and you have a figure that allowed you to wear such outfits”. Helmut then asked, “Your husband, Mike, doesn’t mind you dressing like this to come out with two different and strange men?”

I explained he had no problems with the way I was dressed or the fact that I was out with two strange men, as we had what I called an arrangement within our marriage. This statement piqued their interest and again we chatted about what I meant by this a little bit further.

It was at this point that I decided to let them know I had heard them making compliments and comments about me in the past two days. “Well once I told Mike that you liked my arse, legs and my tits, he said I should show you more of everything.” Helmut looked baffled, so I tried to say it in German for them and they both blushed a wee bit. I laughed saying, “I heard your comments and it had turned me on tremendously.” I also confessed at this point to having a little German in my vocabulary. I made a point of telling them I had them commenting on my arse, legs and tits and calling me a slut.

They looked shocked but I laughed saying in my best German that I had loved it, and that is why I had dressed for them in the manner I had. They chuckled back, Helmut saying, “Well you are a teasing bitch, aren’t you?”

I leaned in and said to them, “I don’t just tease. You are right I’m an utter fucking slut!” I then asked each of them for a little kiss.

They again seemed a little taken aback by my language and my forwardness, but both proffered a quick peck on my cheeks. Then when I asked for more, I received a small, short peck on the lips from each in turn.

I made an excuse to go to the bathroom, but really it was so that once again that could get a good look at me in terms of looking me up and down from my heels, up my legs, to my tiny skirt and up to my tits which were on display for them. I wiggled my ass the best I could as I walked away from the table and once again heard a little comment from Helmet about my “beautiful sexy ass.”

In the toilet I literally had my fingers deep in my cunt in a matter of seconds in a cubicle. I was so fucking turned on I needed to give myself a little bit of a finger banging. I had a pee and then after drying my pussy, I pulled my sopping panties right up as far as they would go, until they were being eaten, literally eaten alive, by my wet cunny, The fabric was spiraling, tornado style, into my wet quim and my swollen pussy lips enveloping it. I had also decided to take my push-up bra off and did so popping it into my handbag and tweaking my nipples to get them hard in my tight top.

Walking back to the booth I felt like an utter slut, as I could feel both men staring at me and I also had a few looks from other guys, as I walked past them.

On sitting back down, Helmut had moved places and was now sitting beside me. We had another drink and kept chatting. This time getting naughtier and more direct. I asked them if they liked the view and they both replied with a resounding yes.

I was now rubbing Helmut’s leg and he had tentatively placed a hand on my bare, exposed thigh. I responded with a sigh and told him that it was lovely. He spoke to Franz in German I think telling him what he was doing.

I then told them about Mike knowing all about this and explained more about our relationship and of my screwing around. Helmut’s hand was now getting very busy on my thigh. Working his way up and down as I encouraged him by telling how much I liked his touch and I had moved my hand to his crotch.

I told them I was feeling very horny and told Franz I was feeling up Helmut and that he had a hard on which I was loving to have in my hand. My tits were now straining and I told them I had removed my bra, showing it to them in my bag, saying I wanted them to get a good view of my tits and nipples.

I was fucking soaking wet at this point and opened my legs the best I could. Helmut needed no further invitation and his hand found my sopping wet cunt, moving his hand up my tiny, mini skirt. “She is very wet,” he told Franz, “I am feeling her up under the table and she is slowly, wanking my cock in my trousers.”

I kicked one of my heels off and played footsie with Franz. He responded and we were soon teasing each other’s legs under the table with me trying to run it up to his crotch area the best I could in the position I was in.

“Can we go to one of your homes?” I asked as Helmut was now fiddling inside my soaking wet panties. His fingers were circling my throbbing clit. “I want to fuck you both. Would you like that?” I asked. They both smiled.

Helmut’s cock felt lovely in my hand, even though his suit trousers were still in place. “It would be my pleasure,” Helmut replied smiling. “We can go to my flat no problem.” Franz smiled saying that he was happy for us all to go back to his apartment as well.

Helmut was continuing to circle his thumb around my clit and I was moaning softly, telling him that it felt really good. He spoke in German to Franz telling him what he was doing. He then took me by surprise by sliding a finger and thumb right up my cunny, pulling my panties to one side.

I let out a low, audible gasp, smiling at Franz and taking pleasure in telling him, “Your friend has now got two fingers up my pussy!”

I turned to Helmut and kissed the side of his face, licking my tongue up to his ear and whispered to him, “Go on slip another couple up there as well if you want. I’m fucking soaking wet for you both.” He didn’t need telling twice and the third finger and then a fourth, found their way up my sopping wet gash.

He slowly worked them in and out of my pussy and was smiling at his friend telling him that he was now, ‘finger-fucking her with almost my entire hand.” I was continuing to slowly work on his cock through his trousers, as I turned my head again to him once more, kissing the side of his face and licking his ear.

Franz told us it was incredibly hot to watch us knowing what was happening under the table. With our faces together, I kissed Helmut for the first time. A gentle peck on the lips to start with, but then I opened my mouth and fed my tongue into his mouth eagerly, which he quickly responded to by feeding his long tongue to me as well. I was absolutely gagging for a fucking by this point.

Franz said, “Why don’t we finish the drinks and then head back to my place which is nearer than Helmut’s.” His friend reluctantly agreed as he was enjoying having his own private session with me. He withdrew his fingers from my fanny and on bringing them up onto the top of the table, they were clearly covered in my sticky, creamy pussy juice.

“Look Franz, look how wet our little girl is,” he said showing his friend his sticky fingers and thumb.

I looked across at Franz telling him, “Don’t worry, soon your fingers will be coated in my juices, as well as both of your cocks. I will have my juices all over you soon as well.”

We quickly finished the drinks that we had on the table before we decided to take the short walk to Franz’s apartment. When leaving the bar, I carried my coat. I was desperate for everyone to see me dressed so slutty, as I walked out with these two much older men. Once outside it was a little bit chilly, so Franz helped me into my coat, although I didn’t fasten it up at the front, allowing passers-by to see me dressed like a tart. We all held hands as we walked along the road with me in the middle and my two older men holding a hand each.

The chat got quite naughty walking back to the apartment, with me telling them that I had wanted their cocks from the moment I saw them on the bench in the park. Helmut admitted that they had both thought I was extremely sexy and that I had appeared to be showing off to them when I was doing my warm up and stretches. Franz clarified for me that they had indeed got a good view of my tight camel toe and that they had both chatted about wondering what my pussy would be like underneath my fabric.

The walk back to the apartment took 5 minutes and once inside the complex and up to the apartment we were at each other like dogs in heat. Once inside the front door I was quickly relieved of my coat, leaving me standing once again in my tiny white leather mini skirt, tight top and heels.

Helmut wasted no time in getting to grips with me. Forcefully pushing me against the wall and placing his hand straight between my legs. I lent back and parted my legs wide looking at him as I told him, “Get a good feel of my wet pussy.”

“You need not worry, my sexy little British tart, I intend to do just that,” and with that his hand was quickly placed fully down the front of my knickers. He found my clit again and once again circled it expertly with a couple of fingers.

“Oh yes that’s it baby, feel me up good,” I urged.

Franz was now standing at my side and feeling my tits in my tight top. He lent in for a kiss, and this time there was no pretense of small pecks. I opened my mouth wide as we planted a wet, sloppy French kiss, snogging the face off each other and our tongues smashing into each other’s mouths frantically.

Helmut was now working two fingers up my sopping wet cunny, as I stood and lent against the wall, spread wide like a cheap whore for my older men. In between tongue lashings by Franz, I told Helmut to finger bang me really hard. He was pounding away at my pussy, the best he could with his hand inside my knickers.

“It would be easier if we get these off you,” he said and with that he began to slide my knickers down my thighs. Acting like a complete slut, I helped him by wiggling them down my thighs and kicked them off, once they reached the bottom of my heeled foot. They landed somewhere in the hall and would remain there for the rest of the night and indeed the following day.