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By (user no longer on site) OP
45 weeks ago
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We didn't get up to much for a few weeks, everything seemed to depend on whether Jane was up for it or not, what I fancied doing was neither here nor there, I did a lot of wanking in layby's thinking of our exploits, and we did have a "reasonable" sex life at home, but Jane came alive when we had fun with strangers , she was like a different person in those liasons.
And to be honest, I found everything we did a turn on, so it was no surprise to me that while on a night out in St Albans for one of my work colleagues leaving Do, our next adventure started to unfold.
It was our first train trip since our return from Glasgow, but both agreed that it would be impossible for any fun on the short journey, especially on the way there as we got on the train at 7.30 pm, and it was full of people going to London.
Jane it seemed, wasn't dressed any different to normal, a white jacket over a black dress, that buttoned up the front, not as short as some of her dresses, but did rise up a little as she sat down, a little cleavage, but not the full "tit show" that she'd normally have when she wanted fun, and it was a late decision to take the Train, as we both fancied a drink.
We were to meet in a pub in the town, quite a walk from the station, in fact further than we'd both imagined, so we decided to stop at a nice looking pub along the way.
We went in, ordered a drink, but it was quite busy, and the only place to sit was on a table where another couple were sitting.
We asked if it was ok to sit down, they just nodded, and carried on chatting.
And as we supped our drinks, it was clear they were on a 1st date, you could just tell by the conversation between them.
We finished our drinks, and left the pub, and made our way to the pub we were meeting at.
We had a lovely evening, lots of drinks, a little dancing, even a little lock in for a couple of "after hours" top shelf warmers, which left us feeling like we didn't want the evening to end, but when we looked around, everyone from our Do, had gone, so we left, and made our way to the station.
We got as far as the first pub we went in, and it looked as though it was still open, we looked around each other, and without saying anything, went in, went to the bar, only for the landlord to tell us, sorry we're closed, we said, ok, turned around, before the guy from the couple who we sat next to earlier shouted, they were in earlier, give em a beer, the landlord said ok, and asked us what we wanted, we both had a Gin and Tonic, offered the guy who told the landlord we were in earlier a drink, he said he would, and we went and sat down at the same table we sat at earlier.
We looked around,, there were only 4 guys and one couple in the pub, and after a while, the front door was shut, the lights dimmed, and the landlord came and sat on one of the barstools in front of the bar.
The couple left along with 3 of the guys, so we finished our drinks, put our glasses on the bar, said thank you and goodnight, only for the landlord to tap the top of the barstool next to him and say, stay and have a nightcap on the house, and before I could answer, Jane sat herself on the stool next to him, her dress riding up quite a bit as she did so, and she just said, thank you, 2 Gin and Tonics please, the landlord spoke to the other guy, the one from earlier, to "do the honours" so I just sat on the stool next to Jane, and prepared myself for what might happen.
It was obvious that the guy pouring out drinks was a local at the pub, probably even a barman, as he seemed very skilled at pouring our drinks, which I noticed were doubles.
The landlord got up and locked the front door, and as he sat down, patted Jane on the leg, and said, we don't want riff raff coming in.
He was about 50, quite a big man, but not fat, and the barman was about 40, and I could only describe him as normal, and reasonable looking.
We sat having small talk before Jane asked the barman if he was on a date earlier, but before he could answer, the landlord said, he's been after her for ages, before the barman said, yes, it was a date, but she thinks I meet lots of women, I was just trying to convince her I'm not like that, then he smirked, telling me all I needed to know.
I noticed Jane's dress getting a little higher, and the landlord had noticed as well, so when I asked if I could get another round in, the landlord put his hand on her leg again, and said, if course, it's not often we get a lovely couple like you back for a drink, his hand still on her leg.
Jane said she needed the loo, and while she was gone, the landlord said, a fine looking wife you have, and the barman just uttered, gorgeous.
I said thank you, but she's a wolf in sheep's clothing, and I could see my comment had an effect, as the both went silent for a bit, a silence that was only broken by the toilet door opening, and Jane walking back to her barstool, with all of us watching her every step, and I'm not sure if I was the only one to notice, but one button from the top, and one from the bottom had been undone, and as she Sat on the stool, a lot more leg came into view, not only that, she sat at more of an angle, facing the landlord more than she was before.
The mood had changed, this time, Jane put her hand on the landlord's leg and thanked him for our late drink, and left it there she explained why we were in At Albans.
I knew the alcohol, and the situation, had turned her into a slut again, as she asked both guys how old they were, the barman said he was 42, Single, Jane asked, sort of, he replied, but the way he and Jane looked each other in the eye, I knew what was to come.
Then she asked the Landlord, 51 he said, Jane then squeezed his upper arm, and said, never, I had you down for 10 years younger. His eyes out up, he said, wow, thank you, and leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.
The barman asked me my age, I told him, but the question was insignificant really, this was fast becoming all about Jane.
The landlord put his hand on Jane's shoulder, and said, do you want to tell us your age, or shall we guess, and with that, Jane turned herself even more in his direction, sat more upright, which pushed her tits forward, flicked her fingers through her hair, and said, have a guess.
Both guys in unison said, 44.
She laughed, and said, well I won't tell you then.
I knew it was bollocks, but was happy she was enjoying herself, and when the landlord offered another drink, Jane said, are you trying to get me d*unk, to which he replied, no, an just enjoying the company of a lovely couple, Jane lent over on her stool, put her arm around his neck, said, thank you, kissed him on the cheek, and said, actually, I'm 56 years old, and full of life, the barman commented, yes you are..
And with that, he came round from the bar, stood behind jane, putting his arms around her from behind, and in a move that could have ended the evening, started to undo her buttons, Jane just sat there and let him, and once all the buttons were undone, he spun her around, kissed her full on the lips, at the same time as dropping her dress from her shoulders,, and without leaving her lips, undid her bra, like he'd done thousands of times, and let her inviting tits drop free, in the next hour, all 3 of us fucked he without her getting off the stool, each of us spunking into her, before she ordered me to lick her clean.
The barman wanted to go again, but Jane said, no more guys, we have to go, he actually tried getting her number while I was in the toilet, she told me after, but I didn't blame him, I'd have done the same. While Jane was cleaning herself in the loo, I asked the Landlord if he knew a taxi number, as it was now the early hours of the morning, he phoned one, we said our goodbyes, the taxi turned up, and we headed to the station.
But the evening wasn't over, the taxi driver informed us there were no trains, only a rail replacement service in operation, which pissed us off, asked us where were were going, and when we told him, he said he'd take us for £35.
We agreed, and as we headed out of At Albans, and the roads became darker, Jane started feeling my cock, and had me hard quite quickly, I put my hand in her leg, working my way towards her well used pussy, only to realise she hadn't put her panties back on, which made my cock even harder.
There was no way we could fuck in the back of a taxi.
The drive, a 40ish Asian guy adjusted his rear view mirror, he'd spotted my hand between her legs, I went to pull away, but Jane stopped me, and opened her legs a little wider, giving the driver a full view of what was going on.
She said, I bet you see a lot going on late night's in your taxi, he just laughed and said, oh yes.
Jane then asked, what's the best way of getting a discount, the driver didn't reply.
I carried on fingering her cunt, and rubbing her clit, her moans becoming a little louder, the driver leaning slightly to get a better look in his mirror.
Then without warning, he pulled into a layby, only slightly shielded from the road by a few bushes, got out of the car, and went and stood in front, dropped his trousers, and started wanking his big cock in front of us.
Jane got out, walked to the front, the driver ripped her dress open, didn't bother with the buttons, turned her around, and as she stood in front of me, I realised she hadn't put her bra back on either, as she stood naked in front of me, he pushed her over the bonnet, and started fucking her from behind, while I was still in the back of the car.
Jane looked me directly in the eye as the driver fucked her quite aggressively from behind, her big tits squashed on the bonnet. He looked up to the sky as he pumped the 4th load of the night into her.
They got back in, we drove in silence, he dropped us off near our house, Jane holding her dress together, there was no mention of a fare, as we passed the bus stop where we live, I pushed her onto the small seat, opened her dress, stood between her legs, and basically spunked into her cunt, you couldn't call it a fuck, it was too quick.
Got home, dress went in the bin, showered and bed
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