During the early 1980's my husband spent a period of time working in Liege in Belgium. Every now and then the company would pay my flight so we could have weekend together.It seemed quite glamorous travelling to a foreign city for a romantic weekend and we usually had fun making up for the time we had spent apart.My husband shared a smart apartment, with another engineer, not far from the Ramada Hotel and it was really convenient to walk into the centre where all the bars and restaurants were. This weekend was a little different, as while I was flying into Zaventum from the UK Gary was meeting me there, having flown back from the States where he been for a few days buying a machine. His colleague Dan was going to drive us both back to Liege. It was a warm summer morning, and I had dressed for maximum impact, having not seen him for nearly a month. Also we were just beginning to dabble in the swinging scene and as he had encouraged me to play a little, while he was away, I had some adventures to report which I knew would mean immediate bedroom action when we got to the flat.The little print dress fitted snugly on my hips and into my narrow waist. Buttoned from the hem to the sweetheart neckline at the bust, it concealed the briefest of underwear. A flimsy lace bra, thong and suspender belt( a present from Gary on his last visit home) with natural colour stockings and cream high sandals. Gary loves stockings, otherwise I would probably have gone without, having a pretty good tan at the time. At thirty two I thought, I looked OK., a size ten after two kids and breasts that still stood up for themselves. The glances from some of my male fellow travellers as we made our way through customs, reassured me that I did indeed look OK. Coming into arrivals, I spotted Dan immediately. Not surprising he is 6' 2" and big with it. Not fat but well covered. He greeted me warmly. Since being in Belgium he had adopted enthusiastically the three kiss greeting where women are involved. I noted with amusement how he scanned quickly from my breasts to the hem of my dress where some errant buttons betrayed a hint of stocking top then back to my face. He paused then rattled out really quickly, ' I'm really sorry Les but Gary has been delayed and won't be back here until Monday' He took a step back as though he thought I might strike him. All the anticipation of a fantastic weekend suddenly evaporated. I mumbled ' I've got to get back on Sunday'. Dan picked up my case and began to walk to the exit. As he said there was no point in trying to get a flight back it would be really expensive, so I might as well have a weekend in Liege, at least someone else was looking after the kids. Dan dropped me at the apartment and went off to work. Determined not to be miserable I had a quick coffee and then spent the afternoon doing a bit of shopping and downing a couple of wines in the square. The weather was lovely and it was difficult not to be happy. At six I met Dan back at the flat and he offered to take me out for something to eat which seemed a good idea. Just as we were ready to go out I got a call from Gary. He was all apologies but there was nothing he could do. Then he wanted to know how I'd got on with the bloke I'd arranged to see the previous week. With Dan sitting opposite me in the room it was quite difficult. Gary was asking 'What was he like?' I was answering 'OK' then 'Did you do anything ?' 'Well yes' so 'What happened?' 'Well you know'. 'No I don't know, I want you to tell me!' 'Well the usual' 'You mean he groped your tits ?' 'Yes' 'Did you let him touch your cunt?' 'Yes' Did you see his prick?' 'Yes' 'Was it big? 'Sort of' 'What does that mean?' 'Well fat' ' Did you suck it?' 'Yes' 'Fucking hell, did he come in your mouth?' 'Yes' 'Did he fuck you?' ' Three times' 'Jesus! Are you seeing him again?' ' 'Can I go to the pictures next week on the Bristol road?' 'He wants to take you there? its a porn cinema full of dirty old men' 'That's what he said,. It might be fun' ' You are some dirty girl and I love you' and he rang off. I hadn't even told him about another chap I'd met. Dan was clearly uninterested in my monosyllabic conversation with my husband so our secret was safe. We went out and spent a perfectly proper and enjoyable evening , dining Italian, alfresco in a courtyard with piano player and all. Not bad. The next morning Dan went out and bought Croissants and made coffee. I lounged around in my PJ's which I'm sure he liked, they're quite flattering without being too revealing.'What are are your plans for today?'I asked. He seemed a bit flustered. 'George(he is the senior Belgian sales guy) was going to take me into Maastricht and show me around a bit' 'That sounds interesting' I said. I had heard all about George's visits to Maastricht from Gary. How he was a regular at one of the brothels there and how the girls would argue over who would look after him. George was married, over fifty, grown up kids, and quintessentially French looking. Tall thin,pencil moustache and a gentile louche manner that was very attractive, despite him being an obvious rogue. 'I don't suppose I could tag along? I ventured, I'd like to see the red light district, its so seedy and interesting.' Dan stuttered ' Well problem is, we may be very late, or get too drunk to drive back'. 'Well that's OK, because I won't be drinking, and don't mind staying out all night, so I could drive back'. Looking defeated Dan shamefaced admitted he and George intended to end up at a brothel George used regularly and would not be back till Sunday morning. After some long discussion I convinced Dan that I had no moral objection to his plan.He then phoned George who apparently was quite up for showing me the sights, saying that I could stick with them until I decided to bail out and get a taxi to the Holiday Inn for the night. Then meet up with them Sunday morning. George picked us up around five thirty. It was another warm evening. I wore a cream, (vaguely see through in the right light) wrap over dress, the same underwear, stockings and sandals I arrived at the airport in. In a small bag I had makeup wash-bag and a change of clothes for Sunday morning. At Georges insistence I took the front seat. The revealing nature of the outfit was not lost on him and I made demure attempts to prevent too much leg being revealed even if it was only to ensure we arrived safely. A couple of times George made complimentary comments saying to Dan that it was unlikely they would see any sexier women in Maastricht. When we arrived George thought it best to leave the car at the Holiday Inn, so I checked in then we took a taxi to the red light area. We were dropped off at a bar and George ordered drinks. 'what do you want to see?' he asked. 'Anything I can't see at home' I suggested, ' but I would like to be surprised'. The drinks finished we headed out. There seemed to be girls in every window, all tanned, all wearing revealing garments which looked startlingly white under the infra red lighting.The area was pretty well pedestrianised and the two men walked either side of me occasionally taking my arm to steer me one way or another. After a couple of streets George turned into a doorway which advertised in English. "Live sex show". We went in and were shown to a booth. It was a bit like a box at a football match but much smaller and looked down on a small stage.It had a bench seat across the back which would just about accommodate four trim people and which was a bit of a squash for us. A girl in the minutest thong took our drinks order and showed us how to operate the monitor screen.With a remote it was possible to flick through and view people in other booths if they had chosen to leave the link open. As the remote scanned, the screen showed the booth number and remained blank if it was empty or the occupants had opted for privacy.There were thirty or forty other people in the audience, mostly solitary men but also a few couples, who had left their booths open to camera and George kept flicking through hoping he said for some action. Some appalling music started and an attractive dark haired woman, about twenty I guess climbed onto the stage and began to gyrate to the beat.She had on a short side split skirt that did not conceal a G string of sorts and strip of material across her breasts tied at her back. She was joined on stage by two muscular men. one white and one black, both of them glistening and wearing only briefs.They intertwined and caressed each other in a choreographed routine that was quite sexy. The routine became more intense and intimate the girl extricating one dick then the other to lick or caress, gymnastically wrapping her legs around the guys so their mouths were locked into her groin. George paused the monitor at one booth in which an unkempt young man was fisting an impressive cock. In French he asked me what I thought. I was beginning to wish I was not with two of my husbands colleagues. I answered 'it's very big'. What I wanted to say was 'let's watch him till he shoots.' Moments later he paused on another screen. A young woman lay back against the wall as her boyfriend? rolled down her top and began to kiss and grope her breasts. Her skirt was up round her waist exposing her knickers. Dan shifted his position next to me and was looking fixedly out at the trio on stage who were in the middle of a frenetic spit roast. Clicking the monitor back to the unkempt young man, George whispered to me, 'No one needs to find out what happens here in Maastricht, Everyone has their secrets'. Just at this point Dan got up and said he was leaving for another place and he would meet us later at the bar we had been in. The door closed behind him. 'Why don't you give that guy something to encourage him' said George. Dry mouthed 'I croaked 'What do you mean'. But George was already clicking the remote, opening up our booth to spectators and loosening the belt of my dress with the other hand. I made no resistance, but sat back watching the Guy on the screen wanking himself as my dress was slipped off first the left shoulder then the right. The number on the screen changed colour indicating that the screen we were viewing was also watching us.I was glad Dan had left. For some bizarre reason I felt less inhibited and was glad of my remaining companions initiative. The scruffy young man was now leering straight into the camera and pointing his impressive member in my direction. George lifted my left leg onto the Coffee table and pulled it open. I followed suit with my right,to present anyone watching with a view of my stocking clad legs akimbo, framing my crutch. 'Touch yourself ' instructed George, and with only a slight hesitation I found my hands pulling aside the triangle of material covering my cunt,opening and stroking the already moist folds of its entrance. My wanking observer licked his lips, and mouthed something which I couldn't lip read. I concentrated on his jerking fist and the angry purple head of his prick as I located my clit. Leaning over me George pulled down the straps of my bra and exposed my breasts. Suddenly the the mans hand paused. He seemed to gurgle then looking directly at me, resumed his masturbation, sending several viscous threads of spunk arching through the air toward the camera.Disappointingly the screen went suddenly blank. George flicked the remote checking against the numbers on the screen who were watching us but also had their 'to view 'open. No one seemed interested, or interesting. Suddenly the charge seemed to have gone from the situation and my continued teasing of my fanny a bit incongruous. 'Shall we move on' asked George continuing to flick the remote, now trawling the booths which had not been spying on ours. After several quick changes he paused on a picture of two suited businessmen apparently engrossed by the continuing stage show.Realising someone had clicked on to their booth they must have immediately decided to check out who. Their smirking faces were obviously delighted at what they saw. Neither of them were much to write home about. The older one, bald as an egg short and fat enough to be described as obese, made lascivious gestures with his tongue while the younger guy pasty faced and long lank haired fished a respectable looking prick from his trousers.Closing my eyes I let my fingers stroke my cunt again. It was better with someone watching and I reached up to grope for Georges dick I could feel its hardness but it was still in his trousers. He moved my hand away and began a commentary on the two guys on our screen.Occasionally he would tweak a nipple but made no other move on me. According to George both men now had their cocks in their hands.Then he paused 'They are gesturing for you to join them' I stopped and sat up.'No way!' then a bit lamely' they don't look very nice'. 'People don't come to places like this for nice' said George softly 'They come for the opposite, you might find it interesting, I would enjoy watching. They would feast on you like hungry dogs.Men like them would never have a woman like you unless they were rich.' 'I think we should go' I said standing up and adjusting my underwear. George handed me my dress, with a rueful look, and helped me back into it. My mind was racing. Gary and I had often fantasised about getting me a Svengali figure who would take me out and introduce me to unusual sexual situations like we'd seen in the Emmanuel film, and before we were married I'd had a fling with a much older work colleague which had been a real turn on because it had 'not been nice'. George opened the door and stepped out of the booth. 'Ok, I'll do it' I said quickly. 'You check them out, then you watch. If I wave or the screen goes blank you come and get me.' I watched him weave through the booths looking for the right number. A few minutes and he returned. 'They're two German businessmen. They thought you were a hooker. I told them you were an English housewife having some fun while her husband is away. They don't speak much English but I don't think that will be a problem'.He walked me to their booth door. 'I'll be watching, don't worry' He tapped the door and left me. It seemed ages then the door opened. The fat German ushered me in with an poorly disguised leer. 'Wilkommen Englander Hausfrau'. My apologies if the German is not remembered well or spelt properly. Herr Pasty face stood back to allow me to the centre of the booth. Both men I observed had returned their members to their trousers.As Pastyface closed the door his colleague grinning, turned me to face the camera and beckoned me to smile. I did and was rewarded by him taking my face in his hands and covering my mouth with his, pushing it open and forcing a substantial tongue in, scouring the inside of my cheeks.I had meant to say no kissing to George but had forgot.Satisfied he stood back and pastyface took his turn. Gratefully I noted that neither of them had bad breath. Niceties over, they positioned themselves either side of me, facing the lens.Undoing the tie belt, the fat man motioned to Pastyface to take off my dress.He laid it on the seat.Kissing me again the fatman began acquainting himself with my body, pushing up my bra to roughly maul my breasts, before sliding his hand down to push aside my G string and ease all of his fingers into my fanny. Pastyface commenced sucking on my left breast while his fingers foraged between my legs at the rear. I was forced to place my hands over their shoulders to avoid falling. They continued in this fashion for some time it seemed, each of them taking turns to tongue my nipples or get their tongues down my throat,The fat guy who I learned was called Max had switched to a gentler probing of my cunt and had his thumb on my clit. This combined with his mates fingering of the back end of my fanny where it meets your arsehole was beggining to do the trick for me and I found myself moving in concert with the rythym of their fingers and responding to their kisses. Max muttered something to the younger guy who gave a dirty laugh in response, then to me 'ees gut yah Englisch hausfrau?' upping the pace of his strumming my snatch. I replied by pushing my crutch hard against his fingers. Similtaneously they stopped and manhandled me onto all fours on the low coffee table. Pasty face had dropped his trousers and his long angry looking knob throbbed in my face. He uttered a low gasp as I slipped my lips over it and began to suck. Then it was my turn to moan as I felt the mouth of the other guy on my cunt. His tongue stroked from my clit to my arse probing and flicking before pulling my clit between his lips and sucking insistently.I could feel an orgasm building and it was difficult to concentrate on the prick in my mouth. Its owner sensed this holding my head and gently fucking my mouth not driving in to far to be uncomfortable. As I jerked into the climax he pulled me close and spunked into my throat. I swallowed then he withdrew, strands of jism dribbling down my cheeks. Fat Max had continued to tease my cunt and I was now so sensitised that the slightest touch caused me to spasm so I was a little bewildered when my chin was lifted by Max's pudgy hand and I was confronted by the shiny bell end of a short but turgid dick framed between his lowered trousers and shirt. They must have switched ends during my momentary reverie. Glancing behind, Pasty face now completely naked, leered at me, holding his still hard member which he was rubbing up and down my well oiled slit. The pudgy fingers renewed their grip on my chin and the fat cock pushed at my mouth. I've not got a very big mouth and I had to get real wide to accept it without scraping him with my teeth. I knew my jaw was going to ache if he took very long. Before I had time to think about it the guy behind me eased his dick into me. Sliding up to the hilt in one thrust, his groin against my behind. Gripping my hips he began to fuck me furiously grunting in time with every stroke. My face was buried in Fat Max's belly, his pubic hair tickling my nose, The whole of his prick was crammed into my mouth and while I felt I wanted to encourage the guy fucking me I could only slobber round its girth. Keeping my lips and tongue as a tunnel for him to fuck was about all I was capable of as the unmistakable onset of another orgasm set up in my cunt. The men were breathlessly jabbering to each other and suddenly both withdrew from me. Before I could protest, the slimmer prick was sliding into my mouth and the walls of my vagina were being eased apart by its much thicker accomplice. My dissapointment at the interuption was soon assuaged as the fat cock almost immediately hit the spot, restarting the cycle of spasms that could only end in release. Guzzling on the more manageable dick I was soon gasping out appreciative noises before it once more began to jerk and spurt its load onto my tongue.Pulling out Pasty face gestured to Fat Max and his tool spat the last gobbit of goo onto my face. Wiping his knob end arround my face he smeared his tribute over my cheeks and eyelids.The mental image of this must have helped trigger the final collapse and I shuddered and groaned into orgasm, only staying on my knees because of the firm grip on my hips as Max continued to pump my fanny. I wanted him to come now and pushed my buttocks back at him with every thrust, His fingers tightened their hold and pulled my behind into his groin. Grunting 'yah yah' he held me close his cock twitching inside me as he unloaded and then became still. For a few moments we remained like this his stomach resting on my behind before his withering cock plopped out of me. Abrubtly they began to dress and it was clear the encounter was at an end. Recovering my bra and dress from the floor I slipped them on. Not being able to locate my knickers I decided to make my exit without. Slipping the catch I muttered 'auf weidersien' to my two collaborators. Almost sheepishly they returned my fairwell adding 'danke danke' as I left the cubicle. George was waiting outside and ushered me to the exit. He fussed over me like I was his daughter who had just passed her first ballet exam. 'You were amazing! All the booths were watching you. You were the star of the night'. On the street I said that I wanted to call it a night. He didn't try to dissuade me but walked me to an area where I could get a cab back to the Hotel. As I settled into the cab he kissed me on the cheek wispering 'I will keep our secret'. The next morning He and Dan met me at the Hotel and we headed back to Liege. While the two of them teased each other about their exploits at some house of ill repute my little cameo was not mentioned. Relaxing I dozed in the front seat, imagining how I would recount my latest adventure to my husband.