I was twenty-six single and overworked.  I had a bed sit as I spent more time on the road than I did at home.  It was good for the bank balance but not much fun in the bedroom stakes.  Then my boss says the next stop was Belgian followed by Amsterdam as he handed me the next six months schedule.   Well, at least I could get laid there.  Belgian was a breeze and I had just landed at Schiphol Airport and was waiting for the car to take me to the hotel.  There was a rather sexy young lady sat waiting for her lift.  We were both sat there a rather long time and started chatting.  It turned out that Astrid was staying at the same hotel as me and we agreed whichever car came first we would cancel the other one and share the same one.

We waited and waited and in the end Astrid and I took one of the airport taxis.  Whilst reception sorted out a room key and I signed their register I could hear that Astrid was having problems.  The thought of sharing more than a taxi with Astrid flashed through my mind.  Then finally the found her booking under a different name.  We even shared the same lift and Astrid got out on the fourth floor leaving the waft of her perfume with me.   I was on the fifth floor. I was quickly settled in as I never really unpack just the essentials and what I immediately need.  Then my mind turned to food.  I was just about to leave the room when the room phone rang.

It was Astrid and she asked as I had paid through the nose for the taxi, the best she could do was offer me a meal.  We met in the lobby and then wandered out to where the restaurants are.  We had a nice meal, and it was expensive, so I insisted on going halves with her over the bill. We both laughed when I said we were going Dutch.   Then she suggested a wander before returning to the hotel.  We wandered down to the red-light area that I had come to know quite well over the last few years.  Astrid found it funny that I was enjoying seeing the women parading their bodies trying to solicit trade.   Then we were on our way back to the hotel.  As we walked, we talked, and I had told Astrid that I was single and that my lifestyle didn’t make for a good boyfriend.  Astrid said she was engaged and flashed the rock on her finger.  I joked and said, “what a waste.”  Astrid laughed.

Back in the hotel I went off to my room and Astra to hers.  I lay in my bed contemplating going out again to the red-light area.  A few minutes later there was a knock on the door and there stood Astrid holding an overnight case.  “Can you help me?” she asked.  I can’t get the lock undone.  I know I have set the right combination, but it still will not open.  I told her to come in and bring the case with her.  At first, I thought that it was some sort of test or trial, and she was deliberately setting the combination wrongly.  Then on my third go I squeezed the lock hard closed and then gave a good yank.  The case spilled open, and all the contents spilled out all over my bed and the floor. 

As I helped pick up Astrid’s clothes and stuff.  I joked holding up a G string saying it was not worth wearing them for what they covered.  The little V shaped piece of material in the front would hardly cover a fifty pence piece.  Astrid said that they were bigger than the pair she was wearing and with that raised her skirt.  She wasn’t wrong, there was more of her pussy outside the panties than in them.  I got an instant erection looking at her pussy.

It was obviously the reaction that Astrid wanted as she suddenly said there was little point in going back to her room now as she put the last few bits back in her case.  Then she was undoing her blouse and bra then the skirt, shoes and G string followed.  My erection was now positively throbbing as I looked at her sexy shapely body.  “Well, get undressed then,” Astrid instructed me.  My clothes hit the floor in seconds, and I was easing Astrid onto the bed.  Then I was between her legs licking her pussy and sucking on her clitoris.   Astrid was laid there groaning and then she was talking in her native Flemish tongue.  When I looked up, she was talking to someone on her phone.  I asked who she was talking to, and she told me it was Daan her boyfriend.  I was a bit stunned that she would want to talk to her boyfriend when another man is starting to make love to her.

Then as she started to talk to him some more, she put her hand on my head and steered me back to her pussy.  I could hear what was being said but not talking Flemish I didn’t understand what she was saying.  She was making no effort to suppress her moans and groans as I hit the right spots.  Then she made the biggest groan as she shook and had her first climax.  Then she was pushing my face away and as she resumed talking to Daan.   Astrid rolled onto her front and then raised herself into the doggy position.  She was waving her hand indicating for me to take her from behind.

Astrid squealed as my cock penetrated her pussy and then as it reached deep in her pussy, she let out a long drawn-out groan.  Then she was jabbering again with Daan, as I started to thrust in and out.  My pounding of her pussy got faster and harder as we reached our climaxes.  Then through gasps she said something to Daan and then closed the call.  As we lay together, I asked her what she was saying to Daan.  I was astounded by her answer.  She told me that she was telling Daan just how good I was licking her and where my tongue was and then when we were fucking how good and deep it was and how well I was fucking her.  I asked didn’t he mind knowing someone else was fucking his fiancée.  She told me that Daan enjoyed knowing she was enjoying herself and loved to listen to what was happening with her.  Hence the dialogue all through our love making.

The talk about Daan and looking at Astrid’s sexy body had my cock beginning to rise again already.  Astrid said she was impressed and sucked my cock to finish getting it hard.   Then we made love facing each other.  I especially enjoyed kissing her as I fondled her gorgeous up tilted tits.  Afterwards we fell asleep.  Next morning, Astrid had another quick call with Daan, and then we fucked again in the bathroom, just before we went for breakfast.  Over breakfast we discussed our busy lives and it transpired that we both went to lots of places the same.  My schedule was set for me, but Astrid could alter hers, and we arranged to meet up again in three weeks time in Rome.  Astrid managed to alter her schedule enough that we managed to meet up six, sometimes more a year.  Every time we met, we shared rooms.  One time my company paid the next hers paid.  The other thing that was a constant was that every time we made love, she would call Daan and talk to him and tell him about our lovemaking as we fucked.

This arrangement went on for a little over six years before I got an invitation to go to a party in Antwerp.  It was unable to tell what it was all about, but it had Astrid’s name on it, so I went.  I found myself at their wedding and afterwards I was told I had a room booked at a local hotel.  When the wedding party finished, I was at another party, only there was just three of us invited, Daan, Astrid and me.   Daan watched as I made love to his new bride, even before he did, and then it turned into a real threesome.  The next day Daan and Astrid flew off on their honeymoon, but not before Daan said he looked forward to hearing me with his wife soon.

I am also now married, and my wife knows all about Astrid, and we had my wife join us on a call along with Daan when the two of us made love.  She enjoyed it but not as much as Daan does.  Now all I need to do is get all four of us together.