Oktoberfest night

[Lloyd B]

Today I fondly recall one of my hottest experiences which happened right after I left the Navy. I was physically and mentally exhausted after my grueling service and I was looking for a way to unwind. My wife suggested we go to the VFW hall for some beers and brats because it was during the Oktoberfest. I agreed since it was the Koreans and Chinese I had fought and not the Germans. We were having a pleasant evening when a beautiful Fraulein came over and asked me to dance. My wife was the jealous type so I initially declined, but when the woman kept insisting, my wife finally relented and told me to enjoy myself but added that she would be watching us. We danced a few numbers including the polka and the Cha-Cha but when I returned to the table, I noticed my wife was not there. I asked the couple seated nearby where she was and the man told me that she had left to go to the parking lot with some man who wanted to “introduce her to some real German sausage.” I bolted like a bat out of hell from the club trying to find my wife before she became impaled on this scoundrel’s kielbasa. I frantically searched the whole area, looking into car windows and behind ever corner. Finally I found her sitting on a curb eating a sandwich. When I drew closer, I could see that she was indeed eating a bratwurst in a bun, covered with mustard, onions and peppers. My fears had been unfounded that my wife might stray and I was reassured that she still worshiped the ground I walk on. Confident that my wife’s honor was intact, I returned to the club and took the Fraulein I had danced with into the men’s room and told her to hike up her dress, turn around and bend over. I proceeded to drill her six ways to Sunday, giving it to her hard and fast. When It came time for me to finish, I pulled out and unloaded into the sink because I had vowed I would not impregnate another woman as long as my wife was pure and faithful to me. I felt that was the least I could do to reciprocate her kindness towards me and besides, there was no way she could find out about the children I fathered over in Korea.

So I hope you enjoy my story and I apologize because sometimes my English is not so very goodly.