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conscious of giving the watchers a complete view of her pink panties.
Hearing my wife's tale, I wondered how many of the guys in the pub were erect by the time Jan and Mertens left.
"What if the guys from the pub followed us back to the hotel and wanted to join in? I think you'd like that, having a group of randy guys lusting after you," Mertens teased, patting and squeezing Jan's bottom as they walked along the street.
"Don't be silly," she admonished the guy while instinctively looking over her shoulder. Of course, the street was empty, but while she walked along, Jan shuddered, thinking Mertens might be right. If three or four guys followed them to the hotel room wanting sex with her, she wouldn't say no!
Hearing Jan's words, I wasn't as shocked as once I might have been, aware by this time of my wife's insatiable appetite for all things sexually related. Would I relish seeing my wife as the centrepiece in a gang-bang type scenario? I wondered and realised, as Jan had, that the idea excited me.
Jan admitted to feeling thrilled to see her audience of guys staring intently while she displayed her stocking tops and panties, knowing that they all desired her. Even more so when they were staring at Mertens fingers stroking between her thighs.
"It was the same as seeing your excited facial expression when watching me with someone." It was in Mertens hotel room that they made love, and after which she spent the night. The next day, Jan checked out of her hotel and moved in with Mertens for the remainder of the conference. I would have expected no less.
It was their penultimate lovemaking session that Jan described to me, which took place on the final evening at the hotel, and one aspect of which she warned might shock me. They enjoyed sex again in the morning, of course, before going their separate ways.
Following a shared shower, they lay side by side on Mertens hotel bed, kissing and caressing one another. Mertens had a magnificent penis, Jan told me, and she enthusiastically set to work on it with her tongue. When she eventually moved her tongue to his balls, licking them all over very slowly, Mertens gasps and cries echoed around the small room. However, when Jan sucked his balls completely into her mouth, Mertens let out a loud shout. My wife sucked his balls for a long time, or at least it seemed so to her, before Mertens called, "Enough!"
Stretching her out on the bed, Mertens kneeled on the floor and put Jan's legs up over his shoulders to bury his face between her thighs. Jan squeezed Mertens face between her thighs excitedly as his tongue worked on her vulva. Flicking ceaselessly over and inside, he then sucked her labia lips. Next, Mertens concentrated on my wife's clitoris, licking and sucking it while simultaneously stroking both her nipples. It felt out of this world, she told me, and by the time Mertens raised his smiling face, she had experienced a series of multiple orgasms, the like of which she'd rarely achieved before.
Coming back down to earth, she told Mertens as much, and he replied that he had another trick up his sleeve yet.
"I'm going to give you more sexual pleasure tonight than your husband ever has," he boasted.
"You already have!"
Jan's reply thrilled me as much as it pleased Mertens.
Gently turning Jan over onto her tummy, he began kissing and licking her bottom, first one cheek and then the other. He continued, alternating between Jan's buttocks for a long while, or so it seemed to her, and she told me it felt lovely. Then she felt Mertens fingers gently easing her buttocks apart, and Jan knew instinctively what he was going to do, she told me, which was more than I did at that point in her tale.
My wife's intuition was correct, and she squealed at the first touch of Mertens tongue on her anus. Continuing to hold her buttocks apart, Mertens really set to work, licking my wife's anus until she was squealing and crying out continuously.
"He did what?" I asked incredulously.
"Mertens licked and kissed my anus for ages, until he brought me to orgasm that way," Jan told me. "Although his thumbs stroking my labia lips and clitoris probably helped. It was a fantastic experience."
Turning her over, he moved on top, and as his penis slid inside her, Jan wrapped her arms around the guy, telling the guy how fantastic his tongue had felt: "My husband has never done anything like that to me!"
Mertens fucked my wife steadily, nibbling and licking her ears while she clung to him, her body automatically responding to his penis thrusts. Jan experienced yet another orgasm, seconds before Mertens penis discharged deep inside her.
I barely listened to the final part of her tale however, my mind was taken up by thoughts of his tongue on her anus. Yet another guy who knows my wife's body more intimately than I!
I was also excited by the fact of Jan telling him her husband had never done such a thing to her.
Niall. Thirty-five.
Jan's next adventure was with a guy called Niall. He was a member of the team at the company she had meetings with.
It was the second day, but the proceedings seemed to drag on interminably and to such an extent that when the meeting finally broke up, Jan snapped bad-temperedly, unusual for her, that she had missed her evening meal. The dining room of her hotel would be closed by the time she reached it.
The only member of the company to show any concern was Niall, a reasonably good-looking type with curly ginger hair. Telling Jan he was heading for his regular restaurant, Niall said she was welcome to join him. Jan accepted gratefully, and following a quick visit to the ladies room to freshen up, she left the building in his company. Opening the passenger door of his car for her, Jan noted the way he eyed her legs as she climbed in. While Niall walked around to the driver's side, Jan surreptitiously hitched the hem of her skirt higher.
The restaurant, the staff of which knew Niall well, was excellent Jan reported, and she thoroughly enjoyed herself.
Their conversation during the meal revealed that Niall was a guy of thirty-five, the same age as Jan, and living alone following the breakup of a long-term relationship, which sounded promising, she thought.
When it came to the bill, my wife wanted to pay her share but Niall wouldn't hear of it, telling Jan it was the fault of his CEO that she had been too late for the hotel meal.
Returning to Niall's car, Jan contrived to show even more leg when taking her seat, and he seemed in no hurry to start the engine.
"Although you're very attractive, I've always thought you look formidable somehow in the severe, but sexy, business suits you wear, and despite wanting to ask you out during your previous visits, I've been reluctant to do so." Niall told Jan, looking at her nervously, she thought.
Her attire that day was a navy-blue two-piece pencil skirt and jacket set, the skirt tight fitting with hemline just above the knee. Under the formal outfit, Jan wore a lace bra and pantie set in lime green, with matching suspender belt and tan stockings.
"Well, I won't bite," she smiled at the guy who, emboldened by Jan's words, leaned across and kissed her cheek.
"You can do better than that," she pouted.
"I can, I bloody can!"
So saying, Niall pressed his lips to Jan's, his tongue probing her mouth, while his hand squeezed her thigh.
Breaking from the kiss, he again studied my wife's reaction and, feeling even more emboldened, removed his hand from her thigh only to thrust it up under her skirt instead.
"I knew you wear stockings even before you flashed the tops of them climbing into the car," he told Jan, trying, and soon succeeding, in worming his fingers inside her panties.
"Yeah, your cunt's really wet!" He crowed, his fingers stroking and probing Jan's vulva.
"Take me to your place; it's too public here," Jan told Niall, resting her hand on the bulge in the front of his trousers.
A few minutes later he was opening the door of his house to usher her inside, having driven much too fast, Jan told me.
Niall didn't stand on ceremony; once they were inside, he picked Jan up and carried her upstairs to the bedroom. Plonking her the bed, Niall began undressing hurriedly. Standing to do likewise, Jan saw several photos of Niall and a girl, his long-term girlfriend, scattered around the room. (Later, much later, Niall would tell Jan that he was hopeful of Naomi returning; there was no one else involved.)
For now though, his mind was on other things, and he stroked a decidedly large erection while watching Jan slipping out of her panties. Not having had a chance to go back to her hotel room, Jan was very conscious that she'd worn the same underwear all day and felt embarrassed when Niall snatched the panties from her grasp to sniff them.
"Fantastic aroma of femininity!" he said before sniffing them again, this time inhaling deeply several times. "I'll keep these as a reminder," he told Jan, popping her panties into a bedside cabinet.
These particular panties are, or rather were, favourites of mine, but any annoyance I might have felt was offset by the thrill of knowing this guy possessed my wife's panties. The reason they were favourites is the panties were part of a set gifted to Jan by Andrew. He seemed to have a fetish for sexy lingerie, and during their time as lovers, he bought bras, thongs and panties, stockings, and suspenders for my wife in profusion. Actually, it invariably turns me on to know my wife is wearing underwear given to her by another guy, and a guy who has fucked her many times at that!
By the same token, it always turns me on to see marks of another guy's lovemaking on my wife's body. Sometimes small bruises and blemishes on her thighs, in particular!
"I must ‘have you' now!" he exclaimed, but Jan made him curb his impatience by insisting on removing her stockings and suspender belt.
"I don't want you ruining my stockings," she admonished.
Directly she removed the final stocking though, Niall could wait no longer, and pulled her into his arms. Niall's ferocious kisses of the car resumed, but now his hands squeezed and clawed at Jan's bottom while she had the pleasure of feeling his large erection pressing to her body. My wife knew then that Niall possessed one of the biggest cocks, possibly even the biggest, she had encountered.
"Bloody hell, you excite me!" he yelled, on releasing her.
Niall was much too fired up for any finesse or gentle lovemaking at the moment, Jan told me, so climbing on the bed, she lay back and spreading her legs wide, invited Niall to "do as you want with me. I'm not so formidable looking now, am I?"
He was on top of her in a flash, and shouting something incomprehensible drove his penis into her. Jan knew for certain then that the cock inside her was the biggest she'd had!
Niall fucked my wife at a pace that took her breath away, and drawing her knees up either side of him, she clung to the guy, loving the sensational feel of his big penis driving in and out, her ecstatic cries muffled by his shoulder.
"Yes, yes," he yelled suddenly, and Jan's hands gripping Niall's backside felt his muscles contracting as he released his semen deep inside her.
While they lay side by side later, Jan remarked that it turned out to be a good job the discussion over ran, and she was too late for her meal. "I'd have missed the gorgeous feel of your big penis inside me otherwise!"
A more relaxed Niall stroked Jan's nipples as he looked at her.
"Beneath your veneer of serious business lady, you're one randy girl," he told Jan, slipping his hand between her thighs and aware of the eager way she parted them, adding, "Perhaps a bit of a slut really."
It was while they were making love the following evening that Niall asked Jan to ‘talk dirty to me.'
He said it would really turn him on to hear her use four-letter words while they had sex.
Well, my wife never uses such language in general conversation, other than sometimes when telling me about her encounters, but agreed to do as Niall asked, eager to please.
"Give me your big cock; my cunt aches for it. Fuck me."
She said the words quietly, a whisper really, feeling embarrassed.
"Yeah, that's good but louder," he urged.
Seeing his excited response, Jan did as Niall asked, constantly uttering the words cunt, cock, and fuck, as he took her decidedly roughly, Jan told me. (The series of small bruises and blemishes on my wife's body testified to the truth of her words and excited me when I saw them!)
Later, Niall told Jan it had excited him immensely to hear the stream of four-letter words coming from the mouth of a lady he'd initially deemed unapproachable. Probably simply because of her sombre business attire.
"Hmm, but nearly always with sexy undies, stockings, etc. beneath." Jan told him, stroking Niall's penis lovingly.
"Yeah, beneath the facade of respectability, your a slut who loves cock and likes it rough." Niall told Jan, shocking her rather, to think she came across that way.
Then she said something to Niall that shocked both her later and me later still when she told me.
Not knowing what came over her, she yelled at Niall, "Next time I visit your company, I want you to rip my knickers off and force yourself on me. Fill my cunt with your big hard cock; use me anyway you want."
Her words, shocking to Jan in the cold light of day, had of course, excited and incited Niall.
Yelling, "I'm having your sluts cunt again now, you hot-arsed randy bitch," he threw himself on her.
Niall fucked my wife with little or no regard for her, driving his penis in and out at speed while pinning her down to the bed. Jan continued to whisper the words cock, cunt, and fuck in his ear, while all the time revelling in the feel of his big penis driving in and out of her.
To round off what had been a memorable evening, the last of that particular visit, Niall put my naked wife across his lap and spanked her forcefully.
Jan told me how she squealed and squirmed on Niall's lap as the stinging blows rained down on her defenceless bottom. The final exciting act of an all-round thrilling encounter.
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