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He went on to say that he knew a bit about us from Caleb, who had told him himself how satisfied we were with the service.
"Caleb told me your wife, Jan I think he said, was very happy with his service," the guy said, the sarcasm in his voice telling me he knew all about his son's fun and games with her.
Anyway, he gave me his son's contact details; he was studying at the university in N, as we already knew, and left it up to me to arrange something between us, "If the lad's interested."
To cut a long story short, I made contact with Caleb, and he agreed to clean our windows every four weeks at thirty-five pounds a time, with the proviso that one of us pick him up from Uni and take him back each time, as he didn't have transport. I would also have to provide the equipment, including a ladder, necessary for window cleaning.
Of course, we both knew we weren't talking just about window cleaning; Caleb knew full well that he was being invited to fuck my wife while I watched, as he had before.
It was around mid-January that I picked Caleb up from N University for the first time. I collected Caleb on Friday evening and drove him to our house, where he would stay until Sunday evening, cleaning the windows at some point. Caleb's main role, would be making love to Jan. He would, of course, be spending the two nights in the marital bed with my wife, while I slept in the adjacent bedroom.
Fortunately, I already had a ladder and went out to purchase the rest of the window cleaning equipment on Saturday morning after serving them their breakfast in bed. It was something I'd enjoyed doing when Declan was here and looked forward to continuing the routine, hopefully long term, with Caleb.
It was in the afternoon that I enjoyed seeing, and in some respects playing a humiliating role in, the following.
Caleb was lying naked on the settee, following a shower.
"This is what you really want, not the window cleaning," he said to Jan, indicating his erect penis.
My wife's response was to kneel beside the settee and, taking Caleb's penis in her hand, proceed to lick it all over before concentrating her efforts around the glans area. Then she sucked it into her mouth, her lips looking strained around the big, thick rod.
Next, she repeated the process with Caleb's balls, licking them all over in a very loving manner before sucking them into her mouth.
Up to that point, my wife was still wearing panties but she now slipped them off and, with my assistance, climbed up to kneel on the arm of the settee. Jan lowered herself over Caleb's face until he could reach her cunt with his tongue.
It was a precarious position, and I had to hold my wife to prevent her from falling while he performed cunnilingus on her. I found it particularly thrilling to be holding my wife thus while she convulsed and yelled during orgasm. Of course, the humiliating aspect of holding onto my wife while another guy brought her to orgasm wasn't lost on me.
The following Friday, I again collected Caleb from his university and drove him to our house for the weekend, taking him back on Sunday evening. Before he alighted from the car, I handed Caleb thirty-five pounds the same as last week, even though he hadn't cleaned any windows this time. Placing the notes in his wallet, the smiling Caleb thanked me, knowing that in effect I was paying him solely to have sex with my wife. It was something I found strangely thrilling to do and subsequently told Caleb I'd give him thirty-five pounds every weekend he came to the house.
Jeff. Early-fifties.
A few weeks after the return of Caleb into our lives, we took our short mid-February break, during which I watched my wife having sex with a guy called Jeff.
To be honest, if I'd known before booking the hotel that Caleb would become a regular visitor to our house, we would probably have stayed at home for this year's wedding anniversary.
Anyway, on our first evening away, we were drinking in the hotel bar when I spotted a guy who seemed to be struggling to avert his eyes from Jan's legs. A decent-looking, slightly plump guy with short black hair and a moustache, he was in his early fifties.
Cutting to the chase, I watched Jeff fucking my wife on three exciting occasions, one of which took place on our wedding anniversary, the fact of which excited Jeff as it had other guys before him. It is also the session I'll describe here.
It took place in our hotel room because Jeff only had a single, which was the room where I would spend the night after watching them.
Jan was already laying naked on our bed when Jeff arrived, and he wasted little time stripping off to join her. Kissing and caressing one another, I saw Jeff's fingers stroking between my wife's legs while he sucked her nipples. Jan meanwhile, played with his penis and balls, while I watched with an erection bursting for release.
It was when he was performing cunnilingus on my wife that I could wait no longer and released my erection to masturbate.
Jeff was very good at what he was doing, as I'd learnt the previous evening, and now as then brought my wife to a number of very vocal orgasms.
Next, she fellated his penis before licking, then sucking, Jeff's balls. He, of course, was loving it, as was I.
For the final act, Jan wanted to go on top, which pleased me as it's one of the most exciting positions for me as an observer.
I held my breath as I watched Jan lower herself onto his erect penis, releasing it simultaneously with my wife uttering a joyous cry as she sank down on it.
Jan rode Jeff's penis slowly to begin with, while he held her breasts and stroked her nipples. Then I was surprised, possibly even shocked, when Jeff called out, "Stroke my balls while I fuck your wife, husband!"
As I was already kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed, my eyes glued to his penis drilling in and out of Jan's cunt, it was a simple matter to learn far enough across the bed to stroke his balls. I continued doing so until the end, even cupping the guy's balls in my hand as he ejaculated inside my squealing wife!
I also took it upon myself to reinsert Jeff's penis into my wife's cunt each time it slipped out.
The March conference.
Rory.
With Caleb now a regular visitor to our house, I assumed Jan's attendance at the conference this year would be a sex-free one. Not a bit of it! I should have known that with my wife's rampant sexual appetite these days, she wouldn't forego the opportunity of a brief fling.
He was a Scotsman by the name of Rory; he was thirty or so, good-looking, and with only a slight accent. Jan fancied him from their first brief meeting at the get-to-know-you session and set out to seduce the guy.
Allocated adjacent rooms at the hotel it proved very easy to seduce Rory, and a couple of hours after meeting the guy, she was in his bed!
Jan told me he was a very good lover, taking her to the heights of sexual pleasure the very first time they made love. Sometimes, it takes a while for a guy to settle and familiarise himself with what she enjoys.
For the entire duration of the conference, they were, in Jan's words, ‘at it like rabbits'! In fact, Rory fucked her so frequently that my wife was unable to keep count. They had ‘quickies' in the short breaks during the conference sessions, and of course Jan spent her nights in his bed rather than her own.
As is the norm, she took a photo of the well-built guy, adding to my ever-growing collection.
Caleb.
As time went by, I realised that Caleb had given up cleaning the windows altogether. He actually only cleaned them twice, despite me giving him thirty-five pounds every week, and eventually I had to employ another window cleaner to do the work!
Then came the day when Caleb told me his father had no choice but to increase his charges.
From now on, the new charge for me would be forty pounds. I was happy to maintain the fiction about window cleaning and gave the grinning Caleb forty pounds. We both knew I was paying the guy to have sex with my wife, pure and simple, but it was a situation that thrilled me!
And so it went on.
By early May, in addition to the weekends, I was also collecting Caleb from the university several evenings a week and taking him back later, after watching him having sex with my wife.
Eventually, Caleb was fucking my wife nine or ten times a week and being paid forty pounds a week for doing so. If you include the meals he had with us and other benefits, Jan gave her young lover numerous presents; Caleb was on to a very good thing indeed!
Niall. The second encounter.
It had been a little over a year since Jan's last visit to the company where Niall worked, so she was pleased to see it come up as her next assignment, not least because of his large penis!
With Caleb's visits ceasing a couple of weeks earlier when he began a relationship with a girl more his own age, which of course had been inevitable at some point, Jan found herself looking forward to meeting up with Niall more than she would have done otherwise.
She set off that morning feeling a mixture of excitement at the possibility of becoming reacquainted with Niall's large penis but concerned that he might have gotten back with his ex-girlfriend, as he'd expected. Her concerns on that front were soon put to rest, however.
Jan was preparing for her presentation in the office allocated to her when Niall poked his head in the door to hiss, "I'm having you later, so get yourself straight to my place when we're done here."
With that, he'd gone; the corridor was too busy for prolonged and intimate talk.
An hour or so later though, finding himself temporarily alone with Jan, Niall told her, "I'm going to rip your knickers off later and give you a good seeing too. Fill your juicy and ever-ready cunt with my cock!"
Jan told me how she literally squealed excitedly at Niall's words, and he went on quickly, "I'm going to take you roughly, giving you what you're desperate for. You're nothing but a whore masquerading as a respectable business lady, a slut who can't get enough cock and will open her legs for anything in trousers. I bet your cunt is already wet in anticipation."
Niall moved away then, knowing from Jan's reaction that he was right; she felt really fired up by his words.
Knowing from his comments that, contrary to what Niall had thought, his ex-girlfriend hadn't returned, Jan drove straight to his house as soon as her meetings for the day were over.
Niall's car was already on the drive, and as she hurried towards his front door it opened, and Niall called out, "What kept you, slut? Get in here, NOW!"
Feeling highly excited by Niall's domineering tone, she hurried past him into the house. "Get up the stairs you slut, and I'll give you a bloody good fucking."
Niall's words were accompanied by a fierce slap across Jan's buttocks to send her on her way.
Jan told me how she ran up the stairs, followed by his jeering laughter, and into Niall's bedroom, but wasn't too fired up to notice that all the photos of his ex-girlfriend had gone.
She was already undressing by the time Niall strolled into the bedroom.
"You can't get your knickers off fast enough," he jeered, beginning to take his own clothes off in a more leisurely manner.
Naked within seconds, Jan told me how she threw herself on Niall's bed and was aware of the mocking tone to his laughter when she eagerly spread her legs.
"Up on your knees on the end of the bed, slut," he ordered, and Jan told me again how she found his domineering tone greatly excited her.
Kneeling on the end of Niall's bed as he ordered, Jan had no sooner leaned forward to rest her forehead on her arms than she felt a blow across her bottom. She yelled more with surprise than pain initially, but as the blows continued, so did the intensity of them and Jan's corresponding yells.
At that point, my wife had no idea what he was beating her bottom with, but it felt like some type of metallic rod. When the blows eventually stopped and Niall threw it to the floor, Jan saw he'd been thrashing her buttocks with a metal ruler.
His hands on her thighs, Niall said, "More of that later. For now, I'm having your sluts cunt."
His penis drove into her, but this time Jan's yells were joyous ones!
He took her roughly, fucking her hard and fast Jan told me, with no thought for anything but his own gratification. She loved every second of it though, crying out ecstatically to feel Niall's big penis drilling in and out of her body.
("I knew he was well endowed, but I'd forgotten just how big and fat Niall's cock really is. It's massive!" she told me.)
It was on the final day of her visit that Niall took Jan in the manner he promised at the end of their first encounter. She couldn't risk damage to her business suit before then. And it was just as well!
Jan had barely set foot in the house when Niall yanked her jacket open to rip her top off, and I mean literally. Her pale blue top was in shreds when he threw it to the floor. Next, he used scissors to cut the front of Jan's bra and also the straps, before it too ended up on the carpet. Grabbing Jan's bared breasts roughly, Niall squeezed them, pinching and pulling her nipples, while telling Jan to repeat the string of four-letter words as she had during their first encounter.
Throughout the experience, Niall manhandled Jan roughly, but she loved it, feeling really excited when he pushed her face down across the bed and bunched her skirt up around her waist. Next, he ripped my wife's panties off, gleefully shredding them before tossing the tattered panties aside.
"You need putting in your place slut, showing whose master, and I'm the guy to do it." Niall said, slapping her bottom.
Then he stroked Jan's vulva with the tip of his penis, taunting her that she was desperate for it.
"Go on, tell me what you need; beg me for it; beg me to fuck you."
"Give me your big, hard cock," Jan responded immediately. "I'm desperate to feel it inside my cunt."
"Carry on talking," he ordered, slipping the tip of his penis inside her vulva and withdrawing it again.
"My cunt aches for your cock; I need it. Stop teasing and put it inside my cunt. Fuck me, you brute."
A laughing Niall drove his penis fully into her then, causing Jan to shout with relief.
"You old tart, you're mine to do as I want with," he taunted, gripping Jan's thighs tightly as he began to fuck her.
"Yes, I am; I'll be your slut. I'll do anything to feel your lovely big cock inside my cunt." Jan reported shouting in her excitement.
Laughing, Niall said, "I'll keep you to that, you whore."
He took her roughly as my wife had come to expect, and her stockings ended up in shreds.
Jan's skirt was heavily creased and crumpled, and he actually wiped his penis on it when it was all over! It was fortunate that Jan had checked out of the hotel that morning and her luggage was in the car.
However, when she asked Niall to fetch her case from the car so she could dress, he told her to fetch it herself.
So it was that, wearing nothing but her tattered stockings and shoes, Jan dashed out to her car, hoping no one walked by the end of his driveway.
Niall watched and took photos of Jan in the shower, and also filmed her dressing.
Just before she left, Niall told my wife that from now on she was his sex slave, to use in any way he wished.
"In future, whenever you visit the company, you'll stay here instead of at the hotel and give me total obedience all the while you're here."
"Agreed." Jan replied, feeling highly excited to be totally dominated by this guy.
His final words gave her pause for thought, though, as they did me.
"If, next time you're here, I invite a few friends in to sample the goods, you'll open your legs for them also, is that understood?"
"Yes, of course."
Jan told me that her reply, though immediate, was said in a much more subdued manner.
"Right you slut, now piss off home, back to your husband."
With that, he slapped Jan's bottom before pushing her outside and slamming the door.
Jan told me how she drove home in a state of high excitement. She was surprised at herself for feeling eager to be dominated by Niall, to find herself, as he said, his sex slave to use and abuse at will.
Still, it would be a long time before she visited his company again, Jan mused.
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