Apologies for the gap, life has been hectic. However, back to the insurance man who had called but even though things might have been, the other agent waiting outside stymied any hopes of a sexual encounter between my wife and this well dressed man with sexual hunger in his eyes. I was told of the towel incident and we had a laugh, then a nice long fuck as she gave me the details, suggesting she would have a lot more to tell me when I returned tomorrow morning. I was reluctant to go to work that night but I knew it had to be as I was the only driver on that night so the long haul was going to be brim full of sexy thoughts and ideas on my part while she got the real thing. He had arrived at our place after phoning from his hotel room on the other side of the city. Liz was ready for him, dressed as he wanted and with hair looking fabulous and her make up very suggestively enhancing her eyes with a come to bed lazy, sultry look. Liz asked if he was wanting to take her out for a drink. He was surprised but agreed and they walked down to one of several local pubs, one she used to work at and had been fucked in the bar one afternoon when the landlord was taking a day away with his wife, which they did every couple of weeks and she was left in charge. As at the time she was young free and single again, she allowed these two hopeful lunchtime drinkers to stay back while she locked up and they all ended up naked and she received two very good helpings of spunk deep in her cunt. As they sat and drank she retold the story to Paul, who listened intently while running a hand up her dress, finding the stocking tops and suspender belt. His eyes said 'Bingo' and she grinned wickedly back at him. They enjoyed a couple of drinks and then made a slow walk back to our house, using the back alley again and entering through the kitchen door. They kissed and made their way to the lounge where her dress suddenly made a dive for the floor. Paul cuddled her, saying she was all he could wish for and ravaged her breasts through the lacy bra. She had also wasted little time and his impressive cock lay in the palm of her hand as she slowly rubbed the foreskin and helped increase the girth and length by an inch or two. She told me that as she stood in her heels, his cock reached to just beneath her breasts, and by stooping slightly, she could allow her nipples to tickle the end of his foreskin. This turned them both on and their gyrating increased, hips, waist, legs and arms, a dance of sexual tension and contact inuendo. Slowly they undressed each other and when he was naked and she down to her stockings and suspenders plus the tiny black thong, she took his hand and led him upstairs to our bedroom. She had already lit the bedside lights and a sexy light was thrown across them. She let him slip her thong away from her trimmed pubic area. She then lay back against the pillows and opened her legs for his delight. Paul said how lovely she looked and said she was perfect and very naughty. She drew his cock to her mouth and kissed, licked and stroked his shaft to his satisfied sounds. She said she was in love with cocks and he was going to fuck her as many times as he liked that night. He gulped and sort of croaked an answer 'That's gorgeous', pushing his cock to the back of her throat, making her cough but not stopping. He took her into a sixtynine position and they ate each other, his slick tongue making her come over his face. They played sex games with each other, taking them to new heights without him coming or her going to the edge with a sublime torture when she dangled on the edge of a come before he frustratingly stopped and just looked at her swollen pussy as she begged for release. He looked in her drawers and found vibrators which she used and took her there again and again, making her weak with desire, frustrated for cock and begging to be fucked. He eventually slid his length into her and she sighed heavily, only for him to whip his cock out again and leave her begging once more for him to plunge it back into her and fill her with his lovely come. 'Bareback?' he asked her and she said 'Yes, no condoms. Hate them' He nudged his cock back against her lips and she moved gently down onto his shaft, gripping him with her muscles as she wrapped her legs and thighs tight round his waist, milking him as she worked on him. He was shocked and helpless as she worked on him and screwed his cock deep in her wet cunt. ' 'Fuck me Paul and give me that lovely spunk' He was now on the edge himself and as he stroked her lacy suspender belt he lost control and shot his wads of come deep in her with a sound of escaping steam from a locomotive. Liz joined in as his spunk splattered inside her. They slowed to a stop and fell asleep. But within twenty minutes they were fucking again. He stayed the night and I walked down the street as he emerged from the alley. He looked totally shattered, more than me and I had driven for nine hours in the days when you could without much problem as long as you drove legally. Liz was ready to give me the details which I absorbed as we fucked in a spunk stained bed and the obvious evidence of a lot of attention to her pussy, which looked almost raw in parts and very puffy and pink elsewhere. He had not been able to come that morning despite doing his best so any spunk was well diluted, but the overall smell in the bedroom was of a heavy night's sex for the fortunate pair. This began a couple of years of fun for Liz and Paul. We bought a bed and breakfast, which we had always wanted to run in order to be our own bosses and Paul became a monthly visitor and I remained a little remote, going out for a drink with them but then leaving them to return home and I made myself scarce while they enjoyed each other. I was told last week when I wrote the last story that he was probably the best fuck she had and that it was a shame we lost touch. But it has stirred some memories and fun times they enjoyed.