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never know, but the sight clearly excited the van driver! It was her white lace thong, another present from Andrew, so I could imagine the affect it had on the guy.
"Are you grateful enough to open your legs?" he asked breathlessly.
With the road remaining quiet, Jan's reply was to spread her legs as far as they would go in the confines of the car.
Knowing that with Jan's abundance of pubic hair, the guy would be able to see curls and wisps of it escaping from her thong, I could imagine his excitement.
The van driver remained silent but was staring between Jan's thighs with gaping mouth.
With the sound of approaching vehicles Jan stood up, and smoothing her skirt down, said to him, "Are you taking me to the petrol station then, or not?"
"I'm taking you, providing you show lots of leg in the van."
While Jan secured her car, he walked along to hold the passenger door of his van open for her. It was a bit of a step up for her, but the guy knew full well she was deliberately displaying a lot more thigh climbing into the van than was strictly necessary.
Climbing into the driver's seat, the guy smiled appreciatively, to see Jan sitting with legs apart and stocking tops on display. He inserted the key in the ignition while telling her his name was Martin. Jan revealed her own name in turn, but the guy seemed in no hurry to start the engine.
Martin would be in his mid-twenties Jan thought, wearing a tee shirt and jeans, he was of stocky build, unshaven, and with longish black hair.
"Are we going?" Jan asked.
"In a minute. I'm having a quick feel first, to make sure you're as grateful as you say you are."
Putting his arm around Jan's shoulders, he kissed her, simultaneously sliding his other hand up her thigh. Martin's fingers had no difficulty slipping inside her thong, and Jan uttered a little cry when he pushed his thumb between her labia lips. Martin continued kissing her while fingering Jan's cunt with a sort of urgency.
Straightening up suddenly, Martin said, "Take your knickers or whatever you call them off, as a mark of your good faith, and we'll get going."
He watched Jan slipping her thong off in the confined space of the van, and taking them from her, he put them in the glove compartment, telling Jan she could have them back later.
"After showing your gratitude fully, if you know what I mean."
Arriving at the service station, Jan told Martin she was popping to the ladies room and would pay for the petrol on the way out.
She duly did so and found that Martin had added three packs of lager, twelve cans in all, to the bill. It meant that Jan had to ask for two separate till receipts, as her company paid all Jan's travel expenses and she didn't want to have to explain about the lager!
Rejoining him in the van, there was a sarcastic tone to Martin's voice when he thanked her for his ‘present'.
"Mind you, the better present is still to come," he told Jan, squeezing her thigh roughly before starting the van.
He had to drive past the lay-by where her car was parked in order to leave the dual carriageway and double back. Before doing so though, Martin turned off onto a smaller road and stopped the van in a secluded gateway.
Switching the engine off, Martin said, "I'll test the extent of your gratitude now, rather than wait until we reach the lay-by. Just in case you decide to drive off once I've poured the juice in your car."
Taking her in his arms, Martin kissed Jan passionately before nuzzling her neck. With his breath hot on her skin, she felt his hands pushing her top upwards. Once it was high enough, he undid her bra and pushed that up also, baring Jan's breasts.
"Lovely tits!" Martin exclaimed before sucking a nipple into his mouth.
While Martin sucked each of her nipples in turn, his hands slid down her body. Jan's skirt was soon bunched up around her waist, and continuing to lick and suck each nipple in turn, Martin's fingers explored her cunt. Locating her clitoris, he concentrated his attention there and, with Jan's cries building, raised his face to look at her. Smiling, he stared into Jan's face while bringing her to orgasm with his fingers.
He kissed her again, and she felt his fingers moving lower and under her bottom. Teasing her anus with a finger, Martin again stared into Jan's face to see her reaction.
My wife's response was to lean across and unzip Martin's jeans. He eagerly lifted his bottom from the seat enough for Jan to slide his jeans and underpants down sufficiently to free his erect penis. Bending, she set to work on it with her lips and tongue while keeping a firm grip on the shaft.
Martin simply sat back, gasping and moaning while Jan sucked his penis. It proved impossible to get at his balls properly in the confines of the van, and raising her face, Jan told him so.
"Let's drive back to my car, and when you've poured the petrol into it, you can take me in the field and fuck me behind the hedge. You can do whatever you want with me; is that gratitude enough for you?"
Clearly surprised by Jan's forthright manner, Martin pulled his jeans back up and started the engine.
While he drove, Jan readjusted her clothes, removing her bra in the process, to Martin's evident excitement. She then sat, legs apart and her skirt high up her thighs, teasing the guy.
On the first straight and nearly empty stretch of road, Martin reached across to have a quick grope between my wife's legs.
"Soaking wet and eager for my cock! You want it as much as me," he teased in his turn.
"Concentrate on your driving," she told him, but then distracted the guy by squeezing his bulging penis!
Arriving back at the lay-by, Martin wasted no time in pouring the petrol into Jan's car. Returning the petrol can to his van, Marting wiped his hands on a cloth.
"Now I'm going to strip you naked and give you a bloody good fucking behind the hedge," he told Jan.
"What are you waiting for then?" Jan replied, leading the way to a gap in the hedge.
I listened in amazement while Jan told me they must have been in the field for well over an hour, during which Martin fucked her twice with long bouts of oral in between. As promised in the van, Jan sucked Martin's balls while he fingered her anus.
At one point, a guy suddenly appeared through the gap in the hedge and unzipping, released his penis. Seeing them for the first time, the guy said, "Carry on, don't mind me. I'm bursting for a piss."
So saying, a stream of urine erupted from his penis. They had been so absorbed in what they were doing that neither Jan nor Martin had heard the guy's car pulling into the lay-by.
Martin, who was on top of Jan beginning to fuck her for the second time, inevitably paused when the guy suddenly appeared. Resuming his thrusts, Martin didn't seem to notice that Jan was staring at the newcomer's penis while he urinated, duly noting that it was a decent-sized specimen.
My wife told me she continued watching the guy urinating, her body responding automatically to Martin's penis thrusts, until the final drops of urine fell. Giving it a quick shake, the guy pushed it back inside his trousers and zipped up.
Pausing briefly to watch the couple fucking on the grass nearby, he remarked, "Pity I'm running late or I might have been tempted to join in."
With that, he disappeared back through the hedge, and Martin was able to finish fucking Jan in peace.
During the final moments of their copulation, Jan wondered what she would have done if the other guy had joined in. If he'd knelt at her side, urging Jan to suck his penis, would she have accepted it into her mouth? With the speed of Martin's thrusts increasing, she pushed the thought from her mind to give herself fully to the act, her hands gripping his buttocks tightly and pulling them downwards, wanting to feel Martin's penis as deep inside herself as possible.
Later, while they dressed, Martin asked Jan the question she herself had been pondering. "Would you have fucked that other guy as well?"
Jan found she was unable to give him an answer, remaining unsure herself.
Suddenly remembering my photo collection, Jan asked Martin if she could take a quick photo of him naked and also if she could have her thong back.
He agreed to both requests but asked for a picture of Jan in return, "Taken with my van in the background."
Jan agreed, but as the road was too busy to pose naked, she stood beside the van with her skirt hiked up to her waist. Not having put her thong back on at that point, he was able to take a picture of her pubic area and stocking tops. He even knelt on the ground at Jan's feet to take a second shot looking up between her thighs.
I was happy she remembered the photo and also felt excited to hear about the couple he'd taken of her, knowing, because he'd told her so, that Martin would show them around as an explanation for being late!
A welcome visit from Declan!
We had only been in our new house for a few weeks when I received a phone call from Declan.
Readers of Pt. 03 will recall that he was the tour guide/driver during our holiday in Ireland and that I watched him having sex with my wife nearly every day. Readers may also remember that I gave Declan my phone number and told him to get in touch if he happened to visit the UK. Well, some two and a half years later, Declan had taken me up on it and told me he was currently in London.
Anyway, cutting to the meat of the story as it were, I collected Declan from the railway station in N on the Friday evening so he could spend a long weekend with us. It was great! For three nights, Declan took my place in the marital bed while I slept in the adjacent bedroom.
Watching Declan fucking my wife on our own bed was a fantastic experience, chiefly because it was something I'd never expected to happen. Discretion about this very secret side of our marriage has always been uppermost in our minds.
Jan rated Declan in the top three of her lovers up to that time and was, of course, thrilled to become reacquainted with him.
At one point I was able to take a picture of them laying side by side on the bed, with one of our framed wedding photos clearly seen on a cabinet beside the bed. (I actually moved the photo nearer to the bed to make sure it was included!)
In my new photo, Jan is holding Declan's erect penis while his hand rests between her thighs.
The arrangement had been that I'd drop Declan off at the station before work on Monday morning, but Jan managed to book a last-minute day off work so she would be able to take him later. Such was my wife's desire for more sex with Declan!
Thus it was that Jan and Declan were still in bed when I left for work, and where it transpired, they spent most of the day.
During his visit, Declan told us that he had changed his job and his new role meant a lot of travelling, mostly in Europe, but he expected to be in London perhaps two or three times a year. Consequently, and with Jan's enthusiastic approval, I told Declan he'd be very welcome to spend time with us whenever he chose.
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