When Fantasies Coincide Pt 02

When fantasies coincide. Pt. 02

Further developments.

Malcolm thirty-eight.

The last two weeks in July.

And so to our fortnights holiday in Cornwall and the first time I would actually watch my wife having sex with another guy.

His name was Malcolm, thirty-eight and a guy of medium height with thinning dark hair. A married man whose wife had gone off sex following the birth of their only child, Malcolm was happy to take up the offer of having sex with Jan while I watched. Due to his circumstances, it could only happen at our holiday cottage where, following our initial meeting in a pub nearby, he became a regular visitor. It was a lucky chance for all of us because, with the lack of sex in his life, Malcolm was eager to make up for lost time and to that end visited the cottage every evening he could get away. Malcolm even called in on the last morning of our holiday for 'a quickie' before our departure for home.

All told, Malcolm fucked my wife 14 times, and I watched every one of them! I'll describe the session that took place on Thursday evening of the first week, by which time we were all very comfortable with the arrangement. (There was a certain amount of hesitancy, perhaps shyness, in the early days.)

I ushered him into the lounge where Jan was waiting, wearing only her bra, panties, stockings, and suspender belt. A sight for sore eyes!

"Help yourself," I murmured impulsively as he hurriedly approached her.

Taking Jan in his arms, they exchanged passionate kisses. I moved to her rear and undid Jan's bra to make it easier for Malcolm. When they eventually broke from the prolonged kiss, Malcolm slipped the straps down to swiftly remove Jan's bra. I didn't miss the eager way my wife was undoing Malcolm's trousers while he did so. He took Jan in his arms again to kiss her passionately, but this time she had her hand inside his trousers.

Circling them constantly, not wanting to miss a thing, I saw Malcolm slip his hands down inside the back of Jan's panties to clasp her bottom. I watched the outline of his hands, one on each cheek, squeezing my wife's buttocks as another prolonged kiss went on.

"Feel free to slip your wife's knickers down and off, ready for me," Malcolm said to me over her shoulder, by this time having divined the type of things that excite me.

Doing just that, thrilled by how Malcolm was entering into the spirit of things, I then watched his fingers sink into the soft flesh of my wife's bare bottom. One of his hands disappeared round to the front, and although I couldn't see what he was doing as they were still locked in a passionate embrace, I knew the precise moment his fingers found her vulva by the tone of the cry that broke from my wife's lips.

Eventually, Malcolm stepped back to swiftly undress, and I took the opportunity to slip my hand between Jan's thighs and feel the wetness his fingers had created there. Malcolm smiled, knowing that his would be the penis entering her this evening, not mine!

Directly he was naked my wife grabbed Malcolm's erect penis, sinking to her knees as she took it in hand. Next, I watched in awe as she licked, kissed, and then sucked the bulbous end of Malcolm's penis, cradling his balls in her other hand while doing so.

"My balls, lick my balls the way you did the other day," Malcolm called.

Jan promptly did so, moving her tongue around and around Malcolm's balls before sucking them into her mouth. The guy was practically delirious and completely oblivious for a while, of me watching with penis in hand, stimulating myself. I probably enjoyed watching what my wife was doing as much as he did experiencing it!

At Jan's suggestion, we trooped upstairs to the bedroom, where she stretched out on the bed and spreading her legs really wide, asked Malcolm if he liked what he saw. He stared between my wife's thighs, and I watched him in turn. He was practically drooling at the prospect before him.

"And it's all for you, not my husband, for the duration of our holiday," she told him.

Flashing me a quick grin, Malcolm moved forward to the end of the bed and lowered his face to lick the area of her thighs above the stocking tops. I watched him licking and kissing all over her inner thighs, noticing the occasional flick of his tongue on my wife's vulva. Malcolm was running his fingers through Jan's pubic hair, the abundance of which seemed to turn him on, as it does me.

Eventually he set to work in earnest, licking and kissing my wife's vulva, holding the lips apart to plunge his tongue inside, and with Jan's enjoyment plain to see.

I switched my attention back and forth between my wife's face; she was biting her lip as the sensations caused by Malcolm's highly satisfying cunnilingus coursed through her, and his face buried between her thighs. He brought my wife to orgasm, and my excitement was probably as great as hers.

Straightening up, Malcolm looked at me and fired up beyond control, I gasped, "Fuck her, fuck my wife now!"

"Gladly," he replied, moving on top of her.

His buttocks rose, and it was my turn to bite my lip as I waited. Down they sank, very slowly, accompanied by a long, drawn-out cry of pleasure from Jan. He settled into a steady rhythm and I watched, highly excited and fascinated by the sight of Malcolm's buttocks rising and falling between my wife's legs. Jan clung to him, crooning happily.

My emotions are impossible to describe as I watched this guy fucking my wife, but I knew I wanted to experience this sort of thing time and time again! It was the culmination of my long-held fantasy.

The final episode of that glorious two-week holiday was when Malcolm turned up unexpectedly on Saturday morning, when we were preparing to leave our holiday cottage.

"I wondered if you'd be up for a 'quickie' before departing?" he asked hopefully.

Why not, replied Jan, simultaneously with me saying we'd only got about twenty minutes before we had to vacate the cottage.

"In that case, what if I have your wife from the rear while she bends over the kitchen table?"

Malcolm's suggestion meeting with approval, I moved a chair out of the way and Jan leaned over the end of the kitchen table.

Malcolm meanwhile, undid and lowered his trousers along with his underpants. He was already erect, I noted as he stepped up to Jan. When he hiked Jan's skirt over her bottom and bunched it up around her waist, I said excitedly that I'd hold her panties aside while he did the business.

I found it an incredible experience to pull my wife's panties to one side and hold them there while Malcolm fingered her, soon transferring the juice thus created to his penis, ready for entry. Due to my position and task of holding her panties aside, I was perfectly placed to watch Malcolm's penis disappear inside my wife's cunt. Gripping Jan's thighs, he began fucking her.

"Oh yes, this is fantastic," I murmured, watching Malcolm's penis driving in and out of my wife's body and seeing her cunt lips clinging to it on each withdrawal. His slimy penis even brushed against my fingers sometimes as they held Jan's panties clear!

When Malcolm came, his penis buried to the hilt inside my wife, I found myself thanking him for having the brilliant idea of a 'quickie. I told him it was the most exciting act I'd witnessed out of the many exciting scenes between them. Malcolm pointed out that my own somewhat humiliating role in what had just taken place indicated a submissive nature, something I hadn't really thought about.

When Malcolm had gone, Jan popped upstairs to freshen up, and then we were on our way. I'd been driving for perhaps ten minutes before Jan told me she hadn't bothered putting her panties back on, so I spent the rest of the journey in a state of excitement.

October.

Peter mid-forties.

Peter was Jan's next sexual partner. She met him during a work trip; just one night away this time. Having checked out the guys staying at the hotel and in the bar itself, Jan told me there didn't seem to be any possible sex partners amongst them, so she decided to try her luck in a nearby pub. It was here that she found Peter.

The short guy with a shaven head, depicted in the photo of him she acquired, stared at Jan as she walked to the bar and seemed unable to take his eyes off her. But then, a number of guys were doing the same, she told me. Jan wore a short black dress, a new addition to her wardrobe, over a matching pale green bra and pantie set, plus stockings and suspender belt, the outline of which would have been visible due to the tightness of her dress. Fortunately, it was a mild night for late October. (Jan told me she feels freer about wearing overtly sexy clothes when away from home than she would in our local area.)

Peter moved slightly to make space for her at the bar and asked what she was drinking.

"Gin and tonic," she told the guy, thanking him and saying her name was Jan, learning in return that he was Peter.

He will do, she thought, easing herself up onto a bar stool and affording the guy, and others, an excessive display of leg in the process. (Something else Jan wouldn't have dreamt of doing in our local pubs.)

Not very prepossessing looks-wise, she told me, but as Peter was the first to make a move, the prize would be his.

The guy could hardly take his eyes off Jan's legs, or indeed his hand at one point, so she wasn't all that surprised when he suggested going 'somewhere quieter'.

The 'somewhere quieter' turned out to be Peter's flat! During the walk Peter, who would have been in his mid-forties, told her he had lived alone since his divorce eight years ago.

Leading Jan into his flat Peter apologised for the mess, although she told me it wasn't too bad for a guy living alone, apart from the bedroom, as she was soon to discover.

"Directly I clapped my eyes on you, I knew you'd be up for it. Dressed to be undressed, aren't you?" he leered at her. "The old man not giving you what you need, so you're after a bit of cock on the side, am I right?"

Something like that Jan told him, adding, 'my husband doesn't satisfy me, so I have to look elsewhere', knowing I would be turned on both by the implied humiliation and Peter thinking he was cuckolding me. She was right on both counts!

The leering Peter took her breasts in both hands, squeezing them thoroughly and fiercely before undressing her. He was in a rush but still managed to remove my wife's clothing with care and she soon stood before him, a guy she'd met less than an hour earlier, naked but for stockings and suspenders.

"Incredible bush!" he exclaimed, running his fingers through Jan's pubic hair. "You've got an incredible body all round."

"Flattery could get you almost anywhere," she said, smiling at the guy.

He was licking Jan's nipples then, while his hands stroked her body. With Peter's fingers converging on her pubic region, Jan eagerly moved her feet further apart, an eagerness that brought a wide smile to his face, she related to me.

Continuing to lick, kiss, and suck my wife's nipples, his fingers dipped between her legs.

Peter had a marvellous touch, Jan told me, stroking her cunt lips and gradually dipping inside, murmuring 'your cunt's soaking wet.' Then he was stimulating her clitoris, and Jan told me how her moans and cries very obviously turned him on.

Having brought Jan to orgasm with his fingers, a gloating Peter quickly yanked his clothes off to reveal probably the largest penis she'd seen to date. Not only was Peter's penis long, but it was also incredibly fat, the photo proving her words.

Jan took it in hand and felt Peter's hands on her shoulders pushing downward. On her knees, Jan worked on Peter's penis and balls with her tongue before taking the purple penis head into her mouth. She sucked Peter's penis while stroking his balls with her fingers, but not for long.

Shouting something about her being 'a randy bitch' Peter picked Jan up to carry her through to the bedroom, where he literally threw her onto the bed.

"Spread your legs, you randy bitch; I'm gonna give you a bloody good fucking," he shouted, laughing at Jan's eagerness to comply.

Despite her excited emotions, Jan noticed the disordered nature of the bedclothes and even spotted a couple of 'dirty mags with pictures of naked girls' on the carpet beside the bed.

Peter stood staring between Jan's thighs for a moment before moving on top of her, muttering, "Your cunt looks incredible, and now I'm gonna fill it with my cock."

"Yes, yes, do it," Jan remembered yelling as his penis powered into her, delighted to feel the girth of it.

He was fucking her then, initially shouting 'Yes', at every penis thrust into her.

Jan found the friction generated by the mighty girth of his penis caused highly pleasurable feelings to ripple through her and told me how her wild cries and shouts seemed to spur Peter on. He fucked her rapidly, all the time staring down into her face and uttering occasional taunts about her being 'like a bitch on heat who was desperate for a good shafting.'

Perhaps not surprisingly, he didn't last long and shouted triumphantly as he came deep inside my squealing wife. Her own description while relating the story to me.

Following a period of relaxation, Peter fucked Jan for a second time, following which she walked back to her hotel feeling exhilarated, her only regret being that Peter lived too far away to take up his invitation to 'visit me anytime.'

Thus ends the first year of our experiment.