THURSDAY, MAY 10, 2007.
Marie was keen to visit the B******** alone but I vetoed the idea, pointing out the dangers. I agreed to a scenario however in which we entered separately and I kept out of the way, intervening only if I thought a situation looked fraught.
So it was that I sat at a table near the exit, a table commanding a good view of the bar, with my glass of sparkling water. When Marie entered my eyes tracked her to the bar, as did many other eyes, her swaying hips encased in a short blue skirt which displayed plenty of leg proving an highly arousing sight. Waiting to be served my wife surveyed the room, aware no doubt as I was, of the many admiring looks she was attracting. Carrying her drink along to where there were the most males she perched herself on a bar stool and crossed her legs, skirt riding high.
There was a guy, probably about thirty, sitting at a table facing her and noticing him looking intently at her Marie flashed the guy a smile. When he responded in kind my wife slowly uncrossed her legs and parted them provocatively. Now, I don't know how much he could see but was aware that Marie had impulsively removed her knickers before leaving home, so it was possible that the guy could see rather more than he'd expected!
Anyway, sitting there facing the guy with her legs apart, skirt high up her thighs was to my mind a clear invitation. The guy thought so too because he joined her at the bar where they were soon in animated conversation. Within five minutes they were heading for the door.
I watched their progress, as did many other guys, and was amazed at just how quick, not to mention how blatantly, my wife had picked the guy up. There was no sign now of the shy and demure, perhaps rather reserved girl I married.
Snapping out of my reverie I hastened to the door and scanning the car park spotted them climbing into a Volvo estate. I was able to reach my own car and exit the car park without losing sight of it. However I almost missed them when the Volvo turned into P****** Close. Knowing it to be a dead end though I drove passed the turn before parking and walking back. Turning into the Close I was in time to see them transferring to the rear seats of the car, which I was pleased to see was parked next to a line of bushes between path and road. Ideal for spying!
However, I proceeded cautiously and by the time I peered carefully through the bushes all I could see of my wife was the back of her head in the guys lap. The blissful expression on the guys face as he relaxed in his seat left me in no doubt as to what she was doing. I couldn't help but envy the guy. It's been upwards of four years since Marie sucked my penis but here she was, doing it to a guy picked up in a bar barely ten minutes earlier!
It was impossible to get any closer without being seen but following a flurry of body movements within the car I saw that Marie had straddled the guy. One or other of them had released her breasts which the guy was nuzzling while she rocked up and down. My wife's hands gripped the guy's shoulders as she rode his thrusting penis, while his own hands were out of sight but I guessed to be cupping her bottom.
The windows were partially open and I could hear the mixture of grunts, groans and ecstatic cries emanating from the car. Then, suddenly, it was over and I quickly moved back to my own car.
Perhaps five minutes later the Volvo emerged from P****** Close and starting the car I followed it back to the pub where I saw Marie alight. The car roared away at speed and I was surprise to see Marie enter the pub; I'd naively assumed we'd be going home now.
Parking up I followed her in but failed to see Marie. However, while I was waiting to be served she emerged from the toilets and deliberately went to the opposite end of the bar from me. She again perched herself on a bar stool, but not for long. In less than ten minutes she was on the way out again, this time with a guy who was obviously a lorry driver.
There's little more to say really. The blue truck I saw my wife getting into was plainly German and walking along to it I was gratified to find a window had been opened and so again listened, rather incredulously, to the sound of lovemaking. My incredulity due to the fact that it was only about twenty five minutes since I'd done likewise at the Volvo!
Marie spent far longer in the lorry cab than she had in the Volvo and this time when she climbed down it was to find me waiting, not wanting her to return to the pub a third time. Of course it meant the humiliation of being introduced to the German as compliant husband, his English being good enough to understand judging by the guys grin. It was a grin which broadened when, adding to my humiliation, Marie explained to the guy that as I'm unable to satisfy her she has to look for her pleasure elsewhere.
Back home I was shocked to find Marie didn't know the name of either of the guys she'd had sex with. It seems the guy in the Volvo, assuming she was a prostitute, had initially asked my wife how much she charged and was no doubt pleased to get it for nothing. To my surprise Marie commented that the mistake excited her and next time she might take on the role of prostitute, it would at least pay our expenses!
* * * WEDNESDAY, MAY 16, 2007.
Our second night at the hotel in Bradford. Prakesh, a waiter from the restaurant came to our room and fucked Marie while I watched. The contrast of brown skin on white made for a particularly erotic sight. It came about like this.
My wife was wearing a short dress, barely covering the inevitable stocking tops, and the waiter ogled her legs at every opportunity. By the dessert, Marie was openly flirting with the guy and to cut a long story short I invited him to our room when he came off duty.
When stripped Prakesh, a guy in his thirties, revealed a squat and incredibly hairy body which in comparison to my wife's pale and slight form I found highly arousing.
Well, he quickly brought Marie to a noisy orgasm by fingering her anus while licking her clitoris, a combination she loves.
Then he positioned her on the very edge of the bed so that he could fuck my wife while standing up. But first he spread her buttocks and to my surprise as he's the second guy to do so in a matter of weeks, and Marie's obvious enjoyment, began to lick her anus! My wife was squealing delightedly as his tongue flicked back and forth across the small and crinkly orifice, his fingers probing her vagina. I freed my erection to masturbate furiously while he brought her rapidly to another orgasm.
Straightening up Prakesh smiled to see me standing there, erect penis in hand.
"Very very small," he smiled while directing his more substantial organ between my wife's thighs.
Marie, having barely returned to earth following her orgasm moaned, "Oh god yes," when it drove into her.
It proved an ideal position from my perspective because I had a clear view of his thick brown penis sliding in and out of her. While he pounded in and out the sight of pink vagina lips clinging to his brown penis on the withdrawals, proved a particularly erotic one. Pausing occasionally to finger my wife's anus Prakesh fucked her steadily, Marie's ecstatic cries testifying to her pleasure. When he came Prakesh grabbed Marie's hips to pull her hard on to his discharging organ. His belly pressed up to her bottom, the guy's penis was fully embedded as he emptied his balls deep inside my near hysterical wife.
When leaving Prakesh shook my hand!
THURSDAY, MAY 17, 2007.
Prakesh came to our room again this evening but this time, and very politely, asked me to leave while he made love to my wife. So it was that I went for a walk returning a couple of hours later to learn they'd enjoyed anal intercourse. Apparently Prakesh had been nervous about bum fucking my wife in front of me, hence his polite request to be left alone with her.
* * * FRIDAY, MAY 18, 2007.
Left Bradford early intending to break our journey at Bradgate Park, somewhere we hadn't visited before but which looked a suitable place for a relaxing walk away from the stress and rigours of driving. It was a day of sunny periods but with a strong cool wind blowing so I for one was glad to enter the shelter of a woodland walk.
The wood seemed very quiet, there hadn't been many cars on the car park and we'd met few people by the time we emerged into a small clearing containing a solitary picnic table. Standing at the table, with jeans and underpants half way down his thighs, was a youth clearly masturbating while looking at a girlie magazine.
"Oh my god!" Marie exclaimed, an exclamation prompted more by the size of the lad's penis than his act.
Startled, and not a little embarrassed, the lad quickly yanked his pants and jeans up.
"No no, don't cover him up. He's magnificent!" she pleaded.
His initial nervous reaction quickly dissipating the lad allowed his clothing to slip down again and seemed proud, justifiably so, to flaunt his manhood for our, or I should say Marie's inspection. He was right to be proud. The lad's penis, remaining fully erect under our gaze, was huge. Indeed Marie confirmed later that it surpassed any she's so far experienced.
"I've got something far better than pictures in a magazine," Marie smiled, brushing it from the picnic table, before kneeling at his feet.
The lad gave me a startled look when my wife began licking the end of his penis, teasing all the most sensitive areas with her tongue, while holding it by the root.
"Relax, hubby doesn't mind," Marie paused in her ministrations to tell him.
Oddly, with my wife now sucking his penis, the lad introduced himself as Jason, a mere 19. I told him our names in return at which point Marie said, "Here, make yourself useful and hold Jason's cock clear so I can get at his lovely big balls."
Made aware by Jason's chuckle of the humiliation involved, I took the lads penis in my hand and held it up out of the way while Marie lapped his balls. His penis felt hard and really hot, as did my face when Jason muttered contemptuously, "You must be a right prick to let your wife do this."
She was now sucking his balls, one at a time.
Rocking back on her heels Marie said, "I'm going to suck you off. I want to taste your semen in my mouth. Would you like that?"
"Hell yes," he replied.
I remained beside them watching as my wife again took the lads penis between her lips. Seizing Jason's buttocks she ardently sucked on his penis while he drove it in and out of her mouth.
"You dirty bitch!" he exclaimed suddenly and I realised Marie was fingering his anus.
He came almost immediately, penis jerking deep in my wife's throat. Once she'd drained the last drop from the lad Marie sat back on her heels a contended smile on her face.
"Bloody hell that was good!" Jason exclaimed as she stood up.
"Better than wanking then?" she asked.
"Hell yes."
"Well perhaps in return you can do something for me."
So saying Marie hiked her skirt up, a longish one for her, and slipped out of her knickers before the lads greedy eyes. Tossing them to me with a grin, Marie pulled her skirt high before sitting on the picnic table. Spreading her legs Marie said, "Is this better than a magazine?"
"Hell yes," Jason answered, rubbing his penis which quickly became erect again.
"You're not a virgin are you?" Marie asked on impulse.
Jason admitted, a bit shamefaced I thought, that he was.
"We're both going to enjoy this immensely then. First I want you to bring me off with your tongue, don't worry I'll guide you if need be, then your going to fuck me; I'm really looking forward to it."
