Chapter 1

I’d been with my girlfriend since not long starting at Senior school. She was my first and I was hers. Together with our trusty, well-read, second-hand copy of the Joy of Sex, found in my parent’s bedroom, we’d explored many of the suggestions in the book. This was the 1980s, so no Internet, and even mobile phones were out of our reach.

Jayne went off to university, studying German and Politics, whilst I went to work for my Dad. In her second year at university, she was expected to spend 6 months in Germany, where she’d be working, honing her language skills and gaining a lot of valuable experience. We knew this wouldn’t be an easy time for us, especially as we could only afford to call each other once a week, and in my case, with the whole family nearby and listening in. I saved to go out to visit her once during her time in Germany, half way through the stay.

I flew into Frankfurt, took the train to her town, and she met me on the platform. As you imagine, we were both excited and we took the tram to her digs in suburb. The place she staying in was really nice. The landlord lived downstairs and he had two rooms to rent upstairs. One was my Jayne’s and one belonged to a guy called Erich. He was slightly older than us, but doing an internship nearby. As soon as we got into her room, Jayne started to undress. We fucked fast, and then we fucked again which took a little longer. Three months of blue balls (apart from wanking) made it a very satisfactory afternoon and I loved seeing Jayne’s long legs, her beautiful 32C boobs and her untrimmed pussy.

We went out for the evening, had some great food and drink, and I met some of her friends, including Erich. In any World, in any place or scenario, I’d have known that Erich was German just by looking at him. His blonde hair with blue eyes, his perfect tan and his tall, fit and muscular body all screamed out that this man was German, and if I met him at a swimming pool on a summer holiday, he’d be out there putting his towel on the sun lounger!

All three of us took the tram back home at the end of the night. Once Jayne and I were in bed, and we’d fucked once more, I joked about my blue balls and wondered what the equivalent was for her. She looked a little embarrassed but it didn’t click with me why that was. I kissed her, groping her at the same time and feeling my cum mixed with her pleasure in her pussy.

That’s when she dropped the bombshell that she’d been fucking Erich since she got to Germany. My head started to throb, and I know I was getting upset that after all these years together, we were splitting up. But that wasn’t the case. She told me she still loved me and she didn’t want to hurt me, but she needed to tell me she’d been with Erich. That calmed me down and we cuddled quietly.

I needed to know more. How did it start? An evening of Apfelschnapps removed her inhibitions. How often? Almost every night. Do you love him? No, not at all. But I love fucking him. Then I noticed something. The more I asked her questions, the more excited I was becoming. I was rock hard again. I told her that I didn’t mind but that I’d like to see the two of them together.