We had never attended the festivities before, so this year we dedided to book a room in a local hotel. We had some fun on Sunday afternoon and Sunday night, and we sure had enough to drink. In the wee little hours of Monday morning we dediced to have one more for the road in our hotel bar, where celebrations were definitely still going on. After a couple of minutes Martine was invited to dance by a rather rough looking young guy in his mid twenties or so. Not her usual type - leather, tattoos and an ear piercing - but she seemed to like him or maybe she was flattered by the attention of a young guy. She even seemed to enjoy the dancing although he was dedicedly not John Travolta or Fred Astaire (but neither am I
). The booze hadn't probably improved things, either. In the end, she took the guy to our table, and somewhat to my surprise she told me he was a great dancer (yeah right !) as well as great fun to talk to. After a couple of minutes she gave me a wink and whispered in my ear that she wanted to have sex with him up in our room. OK, this has happened before, although this went a lot faster than usually. So I said, 'OK, but don't forget my little pleasures and record the whole session with your cell phone'. She winked again and they moved away from the table, passionately kissing. I was told he started groping for her tits as soon as they were in the elevator. After about an hour I got a call on my cell to tell me that the cost was clear. The guy, whose name was Alain, was already gone, leaving just two well-filled condoms and - yeeeech - some stains on the sheets. What I am posting is an edited version of what Martine recorded - I left out the start which was too boring. You can hear Alain enthusiastically fucking Martine, who is uncharacteristically quiet (although you can hear her enjoying Alain's efforts) but in the end (after some 6 and a half minutes or so) Alain comes with a lot of noise. Martine afterwards told me that Alain had expertly pounded her pussy - and with a lot of stamina - but he hadn't taken enough time for foreplay. By the way, I'll be sure to take an extra recorder next time I attend carnival in Aalst. When I walked up to our room it sounded as if sex was going on in most of the rooms I passed. All the beer which had been drunken had obviously rapidly been converted into sperm
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). I hadn't noticed the click before myself, and you're right, it sounds like a camera. Martine hasn't mentioned anything about a camera though. But you aroused my curiosity : this calls for an investigation ! I'll let you guys know if I find out something. If you're interested, that is 
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