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.
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.
