The fourth year.
The new year began much as the old one ended, with me driving Jan to Stow for her to spend weekends with Andrew. Of course, she could have driven herself, but there was something about the perhaps humiliating aspect of me acting as chauffeur, delivering my wife into the arms of her lover for the weekend, that had thrilled me from the beginning.
With our anniversary approaching, Jan booked a few days off work, assuming I would be booking a hotel somewhere as usual. Instead, I told Jan that with Valentine's Day falling on Thursday this year, 'why don't I take you to Andrews on Thursday evening so you can spend a long weekend with him? Spend the night of our wedding anniversary in his bed instead of mine, in much the same way as last years had been spent in George's hotel bed.'
My plan met with approval all around, with Andrew saying it would add extra spice to things knowing he was fucking my wife on our wedding anniversary.
So that's what we did.
In fact, it was only a few weeks later that my wife's affair with Andrew came to an abrupt end when he linked up with a former girlfriend with a view to marriage.
The March Conference. Mertens.
Arriving at the conference venue, Jan searched in vain for Peter. He wasn't among the attendees this year. Jan's disappointment was short-lived, however, when she found herself being 'chatted up' by a really good-looking Belgian guy called Mertens. The slim, dark-haired Mertens was twenty-eight and Jan, now thirty-five, was pleased she could still attract younger guys.
They were staying at different hotels, but that was no more than a minor inconvenience.
Mertens collected Jan from her hotel in the evening, and they walked to a pub a few streets away for a drink. Sitting on high stools at the bar, they chatted about this and that for a while before the self-confident Mertens asked whose hotel room they were going to when leaving the pub.
"Whoever is the nearest, I would think, wouldn't you?" She smiled at the audacious young guy, whose hand was already stroking her thigh in plain view of other customers.
Mertens was working the hem of Jan's skirt higher and higher, causing her to ask if he was aiming to display her underwear to the rest of the customers in the pub.
"Why not? You are an attractive girl, and lots of guys are looking. Let's give them a show."
Jan didn't reply, but with the skirt hem now above her stocking tops, she found the nine or ten pairs of eyes focused on her legs excited her.
With plenty of bare flesh above her stocking tops now visible, Jan told the audacious Mertens he should stop, or 'we'll get thrown out the pub.'
Uncrossing and parting her legs as she spoke though, Jan's action belied her words, and he knew it.
"Pity you're wearing underwear. The guys would get a better view if you weren't," Mertens said, his Belgian accent suddenly stronger than it had been earlier.
His fingers were stroking the narrow strip of material between Jan's thighs now, and quickly finishing her drink, she slipped from the bar stool telling Mertens, "Let's go."
The action caused my wife's skirt to ride even higher, and she was 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.
