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This is the actual events my wife Jean and I encountered just a few weeks back. We’d stopped off at the Hotel closest to our nearest Airport for a quick drink before we headed off home. What we didn’t expect when we entered the bar, is that entire bar was full of bored business men waiting for their next connection flight. Some of the guys were in their mid fifties, the majority in their forties and a small amount of arrogant guys in their twenties and thirties. I bought Jean and I a drink and found a crescent shaped sofa and table to place our drinks on. I could tell by the twinkle in Jeans eye that she was checking out some of the businessmen, trying to be discrete, but I’ve known her too long to know when she’s on the prowl.
The long drive had obviously affected my bladder and the need to make a call of nature was overwhelming. I excused myself to Jean and headed off to the gents. I couldn’t have been gone more than two minutes, when I opened the door to the gents back into the bar, I noticed three guys sitting at our table chatting to Jean. I was enthralled that these guys would be so bold, knowing full well that I walked in with the only woman in the bar and the minute I turned my back they began to hit on her. I walked behind a column a few feet away from our table and decided to listen in for few moments before making my grand entrance.
From the snippets of conversation I could hear that the guys were indeed hitting on Jean, and Jean being the exhibitionist slut, was flirting outrageously with the guys. I could their reflection in the mirror opposite and could hear the conversation quite well now that my ears had become attuned to the surroundings. The guys had obviously introduced themselves and Jean was speaking to them using their names.
As I listened intently I heard the following conversation.
“So Jean I must say your husband is one very lucky man to have such a sexy beautiful woman to keep him warm at nights” One of the guys said, laying it on a bit thick.
“Harry you’ll have me blushing!” Jean giggled, stroking Harry’s arm.
Jean was wearing quite a low cut tight top, which was displaying ample amounts of cleavage, which the guys kept glancing at and Jean was revelling in the attention.
“If you were my wife, there’s no way I would leave you in a room full of sex starved men!” another one of guys drawled, buttering up Jeans ego.
“Ross you’re encourageable!” she giggled “I’m sure you guys are not sex starved. I bet you all get plenty of action!” she smiled, again touching the guy she was talking too.
“Nothing as sexy and buxom as you!” the third guy said, blatantly staring at her well rounded tits.
Jean arched her back, which thrust her large breasts forward and I could see the outline of her erect nipples, pushing and stretching at the tight shiny black top.
“Do you really think I’m buxom Mike?” she teasingly smiled holding her breasts and jiggling them.
“Fuck me!” said Harry rather loudly.
“Not tonight darling I’m with my hubby!” Jean teased and giggled, making the three guys burst out laughing in unison.
Harry leant in close and whispered something in Jeans ear. Obviously his hot breath in ear was erogenous as I sear I saw her shudder. Whatever he said, she nodded, smiling with a little glint in hr eye
I saw a business card being handed to Jean, which she looked at, smiled and placed in her handbag. I thought I’d best get back to the table before Jean forgot about me altogether. I circumvented the bar, heading back toward the table. The three guys saw me and quickly got up and left. I saw Jean wink at one of them as she smiled rather suggestively. As I approached our table Jean patted the cushion next to her, inviting me to sit beside her. I slid into the seat, noticing that Jeans skirt was half way up her thighs. Were these cheeky bastards feeling my wife up? The thought aroused me and after witnessing the conversation I know it aroused Jean. Not only was Jean wearing a Tight shiny black low cut top, she was also wearing a rather tight pencil skirt with the obligatory black fishnet stockings attached to a waist cinching Garter Belt. The clasps of the garter belt would be visible if she stood up, the skirt was so tight, yet somehow she or someone else had moved the tight skirt almost to her stocking tops. As I glanced down at her stocking tops, I couldn’t help but notice that her legs were very much apart and her cheeks looked a little flushed.
Holding and jiggling her large breast at perfect strangers and probably getting felt up in a crowded bar within seconds of meeting them, made me suspect that my exhibitionist wife was more than that. She was a complete dirty slut! The thought didn’t anger me, which surprised me. The thought actually aroused. I decided to break the ice and ask who the guys were and see if she’d be honest with me.
“So who were the guys sitting here?” I asked with a crooked smile.
“Oh those, they were just lonely businessmen asking me if there was any nightlife around here!” she lied still looking flushed.
They seemed very interested in your cleavage!” I stated “ Especially when you held your tits and jiggled them!” I continued.
“Oh you saw that!” she smiled as though this was an everyday occurrence. “I was teasing them a little and thought I’d put a little show on!”
“With your skirt as high as it is I think more than a little show was going on!” I smiled, a little jealous but seriously aroused.
“Harry tried to move his hand up my skirt whilst I jiggled my tits for them, but the skirt is so tight he only got as far as my stocking tops!” she smiled, then giggled teasing me.
“If he could have moved your skirt up would you have let him feel your pussy?” I swallowed nervously.
“I just shaved it smooth today and I’ve been on hot bricks it’s so sensitive, so If he could have moved up a bit more I probably would have let him a little feel!” she said looking me directly in the eye. My head was spinning anomy cock was throbbing.
“What if he tried to finger you?” I asked gulped almost stammering the words out.
“I would hope that was his intention! It was very sexy getting lots of attention from three guys. “Would you have minded if he touched my pussy?” she enquired with a satisfied grin on her face.
“If that’s what you want to do then who am I to stop you?” I said as a smile broke across my face.
“Well that’s just as well because I think we’ll go home, I’ll get changed and come back here and fuck all three of them!” she stated placing her talon like fingers on the my swollen crotch.
“Would I not get to watch?” I pleaded
“Oh not the first time. Maybe the next time if I enjoy it!” she smiled squeezing my cock.
Reluctantly I knew her unfaithfulness was inevitable and resigned myself to the fact that my hot wife was going to get fucked by three horny guys.
“Well as your wearing quite sexy underwear, why don’t you go off with the guys and I’ll pick you up when you’re finished!” I said, not believing the words coming out of my mouth.
“Give me two hours with them, then come back for me. I’ll ring you when I’m ready and tell you all about it in the car. You clear off for a couple of hours, I’m away to sit on some cocks!” she smiled squeezing my cock even harder.
“I’ll sneak away and leave you to it then, but don’t forget I’ll be in the car park in two hours, so call me. Don’t leave me waiting there like a fool!” I stated.
“You won’t regret this honey!” she smiled letting go of my cock.
I kissed her cheek and left her sitting alone as I headed out of the bar. I watched as the the three guys made their way over to my wife. Fuck me these guys didn’t hang about. I looked over at the bar saw a barstool empty. I moved the bar stool so I would be in Jeans direct line of vision and watched the three wolves pounce on my sexy wife. Jean smiled as the guys sat and joined her. This time Harry and Ross were much closer and I could see that Harry had only one hand on the table. Jean turned to Harry with a very sexy smile on her face and I watched as she half closed her eyes and opened her mouth, her chest heaving as though she was catching her breath. It was obvious that Harry had managed to get his hand a lot higher this time. Even at this distance I could see Jeans huge tits wiggle as she squirmed on Harry’s invading digits. Her eyes were still half closed as she enjoyed the sensations from Harry’s fingers. She turned her head toward Ross and openly kissed him in the bar, her tongue snaking into his mouth. Ross’ hand held her left tit as his finger and thumb closed, tweaking and twisting her nipple. Jean loves this and has been known to orgasm having this done to her and judging at the speed of Harry’s arm movements she was seconds away from coming in a crowded bar. Jeans is not the quietest sexual partner so this was going to take great skill to silence my slut wife when she comes. I watched intently as her orgasm approached. She stuck her mouth to Ross’, holding his neck as he tugged on her nipples. This went on for at least a minute. It must have been one powerful orgasm. She stopped kissing Ross and smiled at him, she turned to Harry and gave him a tongue fuelled kiss. The guys said something, all of them smiling as Jean nodded and smiled then placed her hands under breasts and jiggled them once more for her audience. They all arose from the seats as Jean straightened her skirt, giving her tits one last jiggle as they all smiled. Harry placed his hand around her cinched waist, guiding Jean and the other two guys as they all headed toward the lifts. The lifts were visible from my vantage point, so I would see them get in to the lift. For the rest of the story I will have to wait until Jean returns and tells me all about her night of slutdom. I watched them walk by, I was oblivious to them as they giggled saucily toward the lift. Ross pressed the button for the lift as Mike held Jean and kissed her passionately, holding both of her very aroused breasts, judging by the erect nipples poking through her top. Her aureole was visible as her chest had been heaving so much she was almost spilling out of her top. That, plus all of the obvious manhandling, hadn’t helped, but I must admit she looked so fucking horny and dangerously aroused. As the lift door opened, Harry lifted her skirt up to her waist revealing her pantie less ass with her garter straps cutting into her full buttocks. The dirty slut had removed her black lace thong for the guys and it would seem she didn’t need much coaxing. Either that or one of those horny fuckers had removed them from her, either way she didn’t seem to object. Before the lift door closed I saw Jean bend over revealing her shaved slot and puckered ring to her audience. Even at this distance I could see from the bright lights of the lift how wet her pussy was. She placed her red nailed hands on her ass, arching her back so her ass thrust upward and spread her cheeks wide, showing the three guys everything she had to offer. Harry and Mike stuck their fingers in her unfaithful pussy, making her rock her hips as Ross began to unzip his cock. The lift doors closed at this point leaving me deliriously jealous yet hugely aroused. I looked over at the table where they were sitting and saw her panties on the floor beneath. I took my orange juice over to the table, feigning to drop something and scooped the panties off the floor and placed them in my jacket pocket. The felt very damp as I scrunched them up, wondering how excited Jean must have been. My mind was racing thinking of what had just happened and more so of what was happening now. If the lift was anything to go by she’d now be stripped off, sucking and fucking the three cocks of the lounge lizards. I drifted back to reality for a moment wondering how they approached Jean and felt sure she was up for it. They must be salesmen as they convinced my wife easily to go upstairs and be defiled by all three. I nipped into the gents for the sole purpose of inspecting Jeans wet thong. I went inside a cubicle, taking the damp thong from my pocket. The tiny crotch of her black lace thong was coated in thick creamy pussy juice. They must have been feeling her up whilst I was in the toilet. What a slut! It didn’t take her long to have some strangers finger her freshly waxed pussy whilst her husband was still in vicinity. I folded the thong placing in my inside pocket. I flushed the toilet for effect, pretended to rinse my hands at the washbasin and went back into the bar. I picked up my orange juice and looked at the TV screen, purely to pass the time. My stomach was churning with jealousy at what these guys would be doing to my wife and what she would be letting them do to her. Jealousy aside I was still hugely aroused and could literally feel the pre-cum oozing from my cock, greasing my bell end, making me even more aroused.
An older guy sat at the table next to me and struck up conversation.
“Delayed or Lay over ?” he said assuming I was a passenger staying in the hotel.
“Lay over” I said “Flying out tomorrow morning!” I lied.
“Normally these places are incredibly dull, but tonight it certainly got lively!” he smiled.
“I’m not long in. Did I miss something?” I asked innocently.
“Did you miss something?” the old timer replied. “This sexy blonde slut with a fantastic rack, came walking in with her husband or boyfriend. The poor guy went to the toilet and three brewery reps moved in on her. Not surprising as when she walked in she was smiling, winking, licking her lips and swaying that perfect rack as she walked through the room. Poor guy with her never saw a thing!” he laughed.
“What happened then?” I enquired trying to hide my excitement.
“She was obviously a dirty slut as she let the guys finger her pussy in full view of the bar and she jiggled her tits for them. She even took off her panties!” he grinned. “The poor husband was only in the toilets for two minutes or so but this bitch had her shaved pussy on display. We were sitting at the bar and you could clearly see her shaved snatch being fingered! She was fucking loving it, biting her lips as one of the guys plunged his finger inside her!”
“You’re having me on!” I answered playing along, hoping the old timer didn’t recognise me.
“No it’s true!” he continued “When the guy came back from the toilets, the brewery reps left her sitting there with no panties on, panting like a bitch in heat! Poor husband guy didn’t have a clue what had been going on!”
“Is that it or was there more?” I enquired having some of the blanks filled in by the old timer.
“The husband guy had to go somewhere, leaving the slut on her own. The brewery reps returned and began finger fucking her again the very moment the husband left bar. She kissed one of them and they all played with her tits and pussy!” he laughed loudly “I tell you this was one hot slut!”
“Shame I missed all that, I could have done with some action or watching some!” I smiled.
“This kind of thing never happens in here. It’s normally as dull as dishwater, but tonight was fantastic. Those lucky bastards took her upstairs and will probably be banging the ass off the slut as we speak!” He laughed once more, shaking his head in disbelief.
“Makes you feel a bit sorry for the husband doesn’t it?” I said looking for some sympathy by proxy.
“Son a hot slut like that can never be satisfied by one man!” he stated matter of factly. ”She walked in here smiling and flirting, basically encouraging any guy to try and fuck her!”
“She does sound hot though!” I retorted.
“Oh she was hot alright! And right now there are three cocks servicing the slut! I hope they’re in the room next to mine, so I can listen to the cheating bitch getting it!” He winked.
Thankfully he never recognised me, but from his description of how Jean looked and acted, I would have been as noticeable as the wallpaper.
The barman obviously thought I was a resident and allowed me to continue drinking my orange juice long after the designated closing time, even standing another drink for me before he closed up. The old timer said his goodnights and smiled walking away.”I hope that slut is in the room next to me. Maybe if I complain about the noise, they may just let me to fuck her also!” and with that he sauntered off to ward the lifts.
Now some of the pieces were coming together at how easy it was for my wife to have her panties removed and agree to go upstairs and fuck three guys.She was probably rubbing their cocks at the table which will have sent her wild with desire as she loves to know she has made a cock hard! Making three hard would have blown her mind!
This is the actual events my wife Jean and I encountered just a few weeks back. We’d stopped off at the Hotel closest to our nearest Airport for a quick drink before we headed off home. What we didn’t expect when we entered the bar, is that entire bar was full of bored business men waiting for their next connection flight. Some of the guys were in their mid fifties, the majority in their forties and a small amount of arrogant guys in their twenties and thirties. I bought Jean and I a drink and found a crescent shaped sofa and table to place our drinks on. I could tell by the twinkle in Jeans eye that she was checking out some of the businessmen, trying to be discrete, but I’ve known her too long to know when she’s on the prowl.
The long drive had obviously affected my bladder and the need to make a call of nature was overwhelming. I excused myself to Jean and headed off to the gents. I couldn’t have been gone more than two minutes, when I opened the door to the gents back into the bar, I noticed three guys sitting at our table chatting to Jean. I was enthralled that these guys would be so bold, knowing full well that I walked in with the only woman in the bar and the minute I turned my back they began to hit on her. I walked behind a column a few feet away from our table and decided to listen in for few moments before making my grand entrance.
From the snippets of conversation I could hear that the guys were indeed hitting on Jean, and Jean being the exhibitionist slut, was flirting outrageously with the guys. I could their reflection in the mirror opposite and could hear the conversation quite well now that my ears had become attuned to the surroundings. The guys had obviously introduced themselves and Jean was speaking to them using their names.
As I listened intently I heard the following conversation.
“So Jean I must say your husband is one very lucky man to have such a sexy beautiful woman to keep him warm at nights” One of the guys said, laying it on a bit thick.
“Harry you’ll have me blushing!” Jean giggled, stroking Harry’s arm.
Jean was wearing quite a low cut tight top, which was displaying ample amounts of cleavage, which the guys kept glancing at and Jean was revelling in the attention.
“If you were my wife, there’s no way I would leave you in a room full of sex starved men!” another one of guys drawled, buttering up Jeans ego.
“Ross you’re encourageable!” she giggled “I’m sure you guys are not sex starved. I bet you all get plenty of action!” she smiled, again touching the guy she was talking too.
“Nothing as sexy and buxom as you!” the third guy said, blatantly staring at her well rounded tits.
Jean arched her back, which thrust her large breasts forward and I could see the outline of her erect nipples, pushing and stretching at the tight shiny black top.
“Do you really think I’m buxom Mike?” she teasingly smiled holding her breasts and jiggling them.
“Fuck me!” said Harry rather loudly.
“Not tonight darling I’m with my hubby!” Jean teased and giggled, making the three guys burst out laughing in unison.
Harry leant in close and whispered something in Jeans ear. Obviously his hot breath in ear was erogenous as I sear I saw her shudder. Whatever he said, she nodded, smiling with a little glint in hr eye
I saw a business card being handed to Jean, which she looked at, smiled and placed in her handbag. I thought I’d best get back to the table before Jean forgot about me altogether. I circumvented the bar, heading back toward the table. The three guys saw me and quickly got up and left. I saw Jean wink at one of them as she smiled rather suggestively. As I approached our table Jean patted the cushion next to her, inviting me to sit beside her. I slid into the seat, noticing that Jeans skirt was half way up her thighs. Were these cheeky bastards feeling my wife up? The thought aroused me and after witnessing the conversation I know it aroused Jean. Not only was Jean wearing a Tight shiny black low cut top, she was also wearing a rather tight pencil skirt with the obligatory black fishnet stockings attached to a waist cinching Garter Belt. The clasps of the garter belt would be visible if she stood up, the skirt was so tight, yet somehow she or someone else had moved the tight skirt almost to her stocking tops. As I glanced down at her stocking tops, I couldn’t help but notice that her legs were very much apart and her cheeks looked a little flushed.
Holding and jiggling her large breast at perfect strangers and probably getting felt up in a crowded bar within seconds of meeting them, made me suspect that my exhibitionist wife was more than that. She was a complete dirty slut! The thought didn’t anger me, which surprised me. The thought actually aroused. I decided to break the ice and ask who the guys were and see if she’d be honest with me.
“So who were the guys sitting here?” I asked with a crooked smile.
“Oh those, they were just lonely businessmen asking me if there was any nightlife around here!” she lied still looking flushed.
They seemed very interested in your cleavage!” I stated “ Especially when you held your tits and jiggled them!” I continued.
“Oh you saw that!” she smiled as though this was an everyday occurrence. “I was teasing them a little and thought I’d put a little show on!”
“With your skirt as high as it is I think more than a little show was going on!” I smiled, a little jealous but seriously aroused.
“Harry tried to move his hand up my skirt whilst I jiggled my tits for them, but the skirt is so tight he only got as far as my stocking tops!” she smiled, then giggled teasing me.
“If he could have moved your skirt up would you have let him feel your pussy?” I swallowed nervously.
“I just shaved it smooth today and I’ve been on hot bricks it’s so sensitive, so If he could have moved up a bit more I probably would have let him a little feel!” she said looking me directly in the eye. My head was spinning anomy cock was throbbing.
“What if he tried to finger you?” I asked gulped almost stammering the words out.
“I would hope that was his intention! It was very sexy getting lots of attention from three guys. “Would you have minded if he touched my pussy?” she enquired with a satisfied grin on her face.
“If that’s what you want to do then who am I to stop you?” I said as a smile broke across my face.
“Well that’s just as well because I think we’ll go home, I’ll get changed and come back here and fuck all three of them!” she stated placing her talon like fingers on the my swollen crotch.
“Would I not get to watch?” I pleaded
“Oh not the first time. Maybe the next time if I enjoy it!” she smiled squeezing my cock.
Reluctantly I knew her unfaithfulness was inevitable and resigned myself to the fact that my hot wife was going to get fucked by three horny guys.
“Well as your wearing quite sexy underwear, why don’t you go off with the guys and I’ll pick you up when you’re finished!” I said, not believing the words coming out of my mouth.
“Give me two hours with them, then come back for me. I’ll ring you when I’m ready and tell you all about it in the car. You clear off for a couple of hours, I’m away to sit on some cocks!” she smiled squeezing my cock even harder.
“I’ll sneak away and leave you to it then, but don’t forget I’ll be in the car park in two hours, so call me. Don’t leave me waiting there like a fool!” I stated.
“You won’t regret this honey!” she smiled letting go of my cock.
I kissed her cheek and left her sitting alone as I headed out of the bar. I watched as the the three guys made their way over to my wife. Fuck me these guys didn’t hang about. I looked over at the bar saw a barstool empty. I moved the bar stool so I would be in Jeans direct line of vision and watched the three wolves pounce on my sexy wife. Jean smiled as the guys sat and joined her. This time Harry and Ross were much closer and I could see that Harry had only one hand on the table. Jean turned to Harry with a very sexy smile on her face and I watched as she half closed her eyes and opened her mouth, her chest heaving as though she was catching her breath. It was obvious that Harry had managed to get his hand a lot higher this time. Even at this distance I could see Jeans huge tits wiggle as she squirmed on Harry’s invading digits. Her eyes were still half closed as she enjoyed the sensations from Harry’s fingers. She turned her head toward Ross and openly kissed him in the bar, her tongue snaking into his mouth. Ross’ hand held her left tit as his finger and thumb closed, tweaking and twisting her nipple. Jean loves this and has been known to orgasm having this done to her and judging at the speed of Harry’s arm movements she was seconds away from coming in a crowded bar. Jeans is not the quietest sexual partner so this was going to take great skill to silence my slut wife when she comes. I watched intently as her orgasm approached. She stuck her mouth to Ross’, holding his neck as he tugged on her nipples. This went on for at least a minute. It must have been one powerful orgasm. She stopped kissing Ross and smiled at him, she turned to Harry and gave him a tongue fuelled kiss. The guys said something, all of them smiling as Jean nodded and smiled then placed her hands under breasts and jiggled them once more for her audience. They all arose from the seats as Jean straightened her skirt, giving her tits one last jiggle as they all smiled. Harry placed his hand around her cinched waist, guiding Jean and the other two guys as they all headed toward the lifts. The lifts were visible from my vantage point, so I would see them get in to the lift. For the rest of the story I will have to wait until Jean returns and tells me all about her night of slutdom. I watched them walk by, I was oblivious to them as they giggled saucily toward the lift. Ross pressed the button for the lift as Mike held Jean and kissed her passionately, holding both of her very aroused breasts, judging by the erect nipples poking through her top. Her aureole was visible as her chest had been heaving so much she was almost spilling out of her top. That, plus all of the obvious manhandling, hadn’t helped, but I must admit she looked so fucking horny and dangerously aroused. As the lift door opened, Harry lifted her skirt up to her waist revealing her pantie less ass with her garter straps cutting into her full buttocks. The dirty slut had removed her black lace thong for the guys and it would seem she didn’t need much coaxing. Either that or one of those horny fuckers had removed them from her, either way she didn’t seem to object. Before the lift door closed I saw Jean bend over revealing her shaved slot and puckered ring to her audience. Even at this distance I could see from the bright lights of the lift how wet her pussy was. She placed her red nailed hands on her ass, arching her back so her ass thrust upward and spread her cheeks wide, showing the three guys everything she had to offer. Harry and Mike stuck their fingers in her unfaithful pussy, making her rock her hips as Ross began to unzip his cock. The lift doors closed at this point leaving me deliriously jealous yet hugely aroused. I looked over at the table where they were sitting and saw her panties on the floor beneath. I took my orange juice over to the table, feigning to drop something and scooped the panties off the floor and placed them in my jacket pocket. The felt very damp as I scrunched them up, wondering how excited Jean must have been. My mind was racing thinking of what had just happened and more so of what was happening now. If the lift was anything to go by she’d now be stripped off, sucking and fucking the three cocks of the lounge lizards. I drifted back to reality for a moment wondering how they approached Jean and felt sure she was up for it. They must be salesmen as they convinced my wife easily to go upstairs and be defiled by all three. I nipped into the gents for the sole purpose of inspecting Jeans wet thong. I went inside a cubicle, taking the damp thong from my pocket. The tiny crotch of her black lace thong was coated in thick creamy pussy juice. They must have been feeling her up whilst I was in the toilet. What a slut! It didn’t take her long to have some strangers finger her freshly waxed pussy whilst her husband was still in vicinity. I folded the thong placing in my inside pocket. I flushed the toilet for effect, pretended to rinse my hands at the washbasin and went back into the bar. I picked up my orange juice and looked at the TV screen, purely to pass the time. My stomach was churning with jealousy at what these guys would be doing to my wife and what she would be letting them do to her. Jealousy aside I was still hugely aroused and could literally feel the pre-cum oozing from my cock, greasing my bell end, making me even more aroused.
An older guy sat at the table next to me and struck up conversation.
“Delayed or Lay over ?” he said assuming I was a passenger staying in the hotel.
“Lay over” I said “Flying out tomorrow morning!” I lied.
“Normally these places are incredibly dull, but tonight it certainly got lively!” he smiled.
“I’m not long in. Did I miss something?” I asked innocently.
“Did you miss something?” the old timer replied. “This sexy blonde slut with a fantastic rack, came walking in with her husband or boyfriend. The poor guy went to the toilet and three brewery reps moved in on her. Not surprising as when she walked in she was smiling, winking, licking her lips and swaying that perfect rack as she walked through the room. Poor guy with her never saw a thing!” he laughed.
“What happened then?” I enquired trying to hide my excitement.
“She was obviously a dirty slut as she let the guys finger her pussy in full view of the bar and she jiggled her tits for them. She even took off her panties!” he grinned. “The poor husband was only in the toilets for two minutes or so but this bitch had her shaved pussy on display. We were sitting at the bar and you could clearly see her shaved snatch being fingered! She was fucking loving it, biting her lips as one of the guys plunged his finger inside her!”
“You’re having me on!” I answered playing along, hoping the old timer didn’t recognise me.
“No it’s true!” he continued “When the guy came back from the toilets, the brewery reps left her sitting there with no panties on, panting like a bitch in heat! Poor husband guy didn’t have a clue what had been going on!”
“Is that it or was there more?” I enquired having some of the blanks filled in by the old timer.
“The husband guy had to go somewhere, leaving the slut on her own. The brewery reps returned and began finger fucking her again the very moment the husband left bar. She kissed one of them and they all played with her tits and pussy!” he laughed loudly “I tell you this was one hot slut!”
“Shame I missed all that, I could have done with some action or watching some!” I smiled.
“This kind of thing never happens in here. It’s normally as dull as dishwater, but tonight was fantastic. Those lucky bastards took her upstairs and will probably be banging the ass off the slut as we speak!” He laughed once more, shaking his head in disbelief.
“Makes you feel a bit sorry for the husband doesn’t it?” I said looking for some sympathy by proxy.
“Son a hot slut like that can never be satisfied by one man!” he stated matter of factly. ”She walked in here smiling and flirting, basically encouraging any guy to try and fuck her!”
“She does sound hot though!” I retorted.
“Oh she was hot alright! And right now there are three cocks servicing the slut! I hope they’re in the room next to mine, so I can listen to the cheating bitch getting it!” He winked.
Thankfully he never recognised me, but from his description of how Jean looked and acted, I would have been as noticeable as the wallpaper.
The barman obviously thought I was a resident and allowed me to continue drinking my orange juice long after the designated closing time, even standing another drink for me before he closed up. The old timer said his goodnights and smiled walking away.”I hope that slut is in the room next to me. Maybe if I complain about the noise, they may just let me to fuck her also!” and with that he sauntered off to ward the lifts.
Now some of the pieces were coming together at how easy it was for my wife to have her panties removed and agree to go upstairs and fuck three guys.She was probably rubbing their cocks at the table which will have sent her wild with desire as she loves to know she has made a cock hard! Making three hard would have blown her mind!
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