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at the hotel a couple of times in the past, learning that she stayed at the hotel in relation to her work.
"I've got a business meeting tomorrow that might drag on a bit, which is why the company booked me for two nights this time," she told him.
"What do you do for social life in the evenings?" Adam asked, his eyes straying to the underwear set Jan had laid out on the bed prior to showering.
It was a florally embroidered bra, thong, and suspender set with tan stockings. A white top and a short, pale blue skirt, would complete her outfit.
"Probably go somewhere for a drink."
"I thought you might be looking for something besides a drink -a bit of fun, maybe," Adam remarked, winking and indicating Jan's underwear laid out on the bed.
"Maybe, if the right guy comes along," she smiled at Adam while untying the cord around her waist. "For now though, I need a shower."
Slipping out of her robe, she tossed it to Adam, asking him to hang it up for her. He remained motionless, his mouth practically hanging open, while he contemplated her naked body.
Jan told me the blatancy of her actions seemed shameful in the cold light of day, but she really fancied the guy, which was excuse enough.
She stepped into the shower and was enjoying the feel of the hot water running down her back when Adam loomed up beside the cubicle.
"I thought you might need a hand. I could towel you down," he told Jan in a somewhat shaky tone of voice.
"Whatever," she replied, continuing her shower under his watchful gaze.
Her shower over, Jan stepped from the cubicle and Adam promptly wrapped her in the towel. She told me, "It was a marvellous experience to have this good-looking guy towelling me down."
Of course, it didn't end there. Throwing the towel aside, Adam pulled Jan to himself and kissed her ardently.
"You're gorgeous!" he told her when they broke from the kiss.
"I could tell the effect my body was having on you by the hard rod pressing against me. Get it out."
They were back in the bedroom by this time, and while Adam stripped off, Jan moved her underwear from the bed.
By the time Adam was naked, Jan was sitting on the end of the bed, waiting. Motioning him forward, she set to work on Adam's penis and balls. She licked and sucked his genitals, with Adam's moans growing louder and louder.
Suddenly, he could take no more and dropped to his knees. Divining his intention, Jan lay back spreading her legs, and was soon squealing happily as his tongue worked on her vulva. "I suppose if it hadn't been for the faulty shower, someone else would have been doing this to you." Adam said, raising his head.
"Probably," Jan agreed. "Stop talking and carry on with what you are doing; your tongue feels marvellous."
Adam buried his face between Jan's thighs again, and this time concentrating on her clitoris, according to her own account, brought my wife to a very noisy orgasm.
Coming back down to earth, Jan shuffled backwards until she lay full length along the bed. Adam was on top of her in a flash, but before his penis entered her, he doubled Jan's legs back to her shoulders, effectively pinning her to the bed.
"Oh, lovely!" she remembered calling, "one of my favourite positions."
"I reckon you like it in any position," he told Jan, driving his penis into her.
He wasn't wrong there, Jan said, while relating her exciting tale to me.
Adam fucked her incredibly fast, Jan told me, his penis driving in and out of her at a pace that took her breath away.
When he came, Adam pressed his lips to Jan's and wriggled his hips while discharging deep inside her.
Of course, that wasn't to be the end of it.
"I'll fetch drinks from the bar shall I, before we continue?" Adam asked.
"Yes do. I'll just freshen up in the en suite and then relax on the bed waiting for you." "With legs spread, eager for more, no doubt."
"Of course," she said, smiling at him.
My wife's second evening at the hotel passed in much the same way, with Adam coming to her room early. Their long session of lovemaking was again punctuated by Adam fetching drinks from the bar ‘half-time refreshments,' he called it, and, as with the first night, he again fucked her twice. For the second bout of intercourse, he took my wife doggy fashion, which of course she loves.
All in all, it was a very successful trip, and Jan can look forward to more fun and games with Adam during future stays at the hotel.
Declan. 25.
For our main holiday this year, I booked an eleven-day tour of Ireland, spending ten nights at various hotels along the route, some of which proved to be better appointed than others!
We travelled in a sixteen-seater mini-coach, with the driver doubling up as a tour guide. His name was Declan, a stockily built guy of twenty-five with flaming red hair.
When, during our second day, I heard Declan grumbling about his facilities at the hotel booked for that night (he had to share an attic bedroom with staff members, and with only a single shower between them, it was a drag waiting for his turn), I had an idea.
Out of hearing from our fellow travellers, I offered Declan the use of the shower in our hotel room. Surprised at first, Declan replied that he'd be delighted to take me up on the offer, saying he was very grateful.
Jan had already remarked that the guide was the only fanciable man on the mini-coach, so here was a unique opportunity to get them together.
When Declan arrived at our hotel room that evening, I pointed him in the direction of the bathroom, with the shower situated in the corner. Crossing to it, Declan apologised for the intrusion, eventually averting his eyes from the bed, where Jan lay in a pink bra and panties, studying the following day's itinerary, or purporting too!
It had been Jan's idea to remove the towels from the bathroom, and her ploy worked a treat. In due course, the bathroom door opened sufficiently for Declan's face to appear.
Acting as if surprised to learn there were no towels in the bathroom, Jan jumped to her feet to fetch the towel she'd left handy.
"Here, allow me to dry you off," she told a startled Declan while pulling the door fully open.
He automatically stepped backwards, and my wife followed him into the bathroom. I wandered over to see Jan already at work with the towel on Declan's body. He was looking embarrassed, as well he might; his penis was growing larger by the second, and by the time the towel reached his lower limbs, he was fully erect.
Kneeling, Jan smiled up at the flustered Declan as she gently rubbed his genitals with the towel. Then, after giving his legs a very quick and cursory rub with the towel, she threw it aside.
Taking Declan's penis by the root, Jan ran her fingers up and down the shaft. He looked at me, plainly confused by what was happening, so I told him as briefly as possible about my wife-watching fantasies and Jan's willingness to play her part in fulfilling them.
She was licking his balls by this time and seeming more relaxed following my explanation, he ran his fingers through Jan's hair. However, Declan's fingers froze, and a loud exclamation broke from his lips when Jan sucked his balls into her mouth.
I watched fascinated as my wife continued to work on Declan's penis and balls with her mouth and tongue, also holding and squeezing his buttocks in her hands. I could have envied the guy if I hadn't been so fired up with excitement by what I was seeing!
Eventually, Jan stood up and taking Declan's hand, led him to the bed. He looked from one to the other of us when she removed her bra and panties. On the bed then, she parted her legs while inviting Declan to reciprocate with his tongue. I urged the guy to do so, and snapping out of his stunned attitude, he moved to the bed and climbed on top of my wife, head to toe.
"Oh lovely!" Jan cried when Declan lowered his face between her thighs, and as he set to work, she took his penis into her mouth again.
Relaxed now, he went to work with his tongue and I was left in no doubt as to his cunnilingus skills. Abandoning Declan's penis, my wife gave vent to shrieks of delight as the sensations evoked by his tongue working on her clitoris swept through her body.
I continued to watch, fascinated and highly excited by the sight of my wife writhing in orgasm under his manipulation.
Raising his head and actually smiling at me now, Declan swiftly reversed his position, and almost before I realised it, a cry rang out from Jan as his penis drove into her.
It seemed an eternity since I'd watched my wife being fucked by Malcolm but I found myself now, as then, staring fascinated at the sight of Declan's buttocks pumping up and down between my wife's thighs. With my eyes glued to the sight, I masturbated steadily and, although quickly coming in my hand, continued to watch Declan fucking my wife with as much excitement as before.
Later, while they were relaxing side by side on the bed, I told Declan that I thought I was speaking on behalf of both of us when inviting him to visit our various hotel rooms on any, or ideally all, of the remaining evenings of the tour. Jan echoed my sentiments while stroking Declan's penis and saying how wonderful it had been.
Remarking that he couldn't profess to understand my attitude in all this, Declan said he'd be very happy to spend his evenings with us. Smiling, he slipped his hand between my wife's thighs and kissed her passionately.
It was pretty obvious to me that he would fuck my wife a second time before departing. He did, and it was probably the most exciting thing I've seen to date.
Following much oral sex between them, Declan instructed Jan to lay on top of him, but on her back, ‘spreading your legs really wide', he added.
Once Jan had settled into the required position, Declan stroked her vulva.
"Take my cock in hand and insert it into your wife's cunt while I spread the lips," he instructed me.
Trying to control my emotions, my hands actually shook with excitement, I took Declan's penis between my fingers to guide the tip between Jan's cunt lips. My own sigh on seeing it sink inside was as loud as Jan's on receiving it.
Then I stood watching them fucking very slowly, to avoid becoming uncoupled, presumably.
The position left Declan's hands free, and he made good use of them, stroking Jan's nipples with one and her clitoris with the other.
I don't think either of them found the position very comfortable; they didn't repeat it during the rest of their lovemaking sessions anyway, but I loved it. The sight of Declan's penis glistening wetly as it slipped in and out of my wife's cunt lips, was a highly arousing one. Although when Jan was stroking his balls at one point, it restricted my view somewhat.
It was inevitable that Declan's penis would slip out from time to time, and it was my role to reinsert it each time, the humiliation involved in carrying out such a task greatly exciting me.
Following the great success of our first evening with Declan, we spent every evening in his company, sometimes having a drink somewhere before heading to our hotel room, where he and Jan enjoyed themselves under my watchful gaze.
On Day 6 of the tour, we visited Kylemore Abbey, where Declan fucked my wife up against a wall on the outside of the walled garden. It happened like this.
While slowly wandering about in the walled garden, Declan managed to separate the three of us from the rest of the group before leading us through a gate. Closing the gate and stepping to the side of it, Declan took Jan in his arms and kissed her lustily before suggesting, ‘a quick fuck up against the wall.'
Jan was game, so slipping her panties off, she handed them to me. Then, with her skirt bunched up around her waist, she leaned back against the wall.
Kneeling between Jan's feet, he set to work with his tongue, licking in and around my wife's cunt.
Standing up, Declan undid and lowered his trousers and underpants while instructing me to keep watch in case any of the other members of the tour group found the gate and decided to investigate.
"It somehow turns me on to see you standing there on guard and holding your wife's knickers while I fuck her," he told me.
So saying, he drove his penis into Jan, who uttered a muted cry.
While Declan fucked her up against the wall, my wife was trying desperately to keep her cries down so as not to draw attention to us.
Later, we rejoined the others in the garden, and if anyone had noticed our absence, it wasn't remarked on.
Our liaison with Declan proved a great experience all round, not least because he was more adventurous than I and had sex with Jan in a number of different positions, some of which I'd never heard of, let alone tried!
When we parted company at the end of the tour, I actually gave Declan my phone number and suggested he get in touch if he was ever in our area. He had mentioned at some point during the tour that he visits the UK occasionally.
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