When Fantasies Coincide Pt 04

The second year continued, with two more adventures to consolidate our new lifestyle.

Robin. Forty-Four.

The accommodation for the September conference was at a nearby Premier Inn.

As with all the conferences Jan attends, it started with an informal get-together for the attendees to become acquainted. Jan told me that while doing the rounds, she noted a number of what she termed 'likely candidates for fun and frolics', by which she means guys who were attractive and seemed interested in her.

Eventually, she found herself on the edge of the crowd, talking to a middle-aged guy called Robin. Good-looking, dark-haired, and a smooth talker, Jan decided 'Robin would do', if he was of the same mind, of course.

Saying it was growing stuffy in the crowded room, Robin suggested they take a walk outside, 'the serious business of the conference doesn't get under way 'till tomorrow, so we won't miss anything'.

Jan agreed, so they left the conference hall and walked away, with Robin telling Jan about himself.

A married man with children, Robin was forty-four.

So, the guy was eleven years her senior. Jan reciprocated by telling him a bit about herself and finding they were approaching a pub, suggested popping in for a drink, remarking that the September evening was growing a bit chilly.

Inside, Robin went off to order the drinks, leaving Jan to find a table. She found one in an alcove formed by a bow window, which looked ideal, and sat down on the bench-type seat facing into the room. Joining her with the drinks, Robin slid onto the bench seat beside her, congratulating Jan on her choice of table.

Lowering his voice, Robin went on to tell Jan that his wife was no longer interested in sex. Squeezing Jan's thigh under cover of the table, he added that he thought her attitude would be different.

"As soon as I clapped eyes on you in the conference hall, I thought you'd be a stockings and suspenders type of girl, and I was right."

Robin was tracing the outline of a suspender through Jan's skirt as he spoke.

"My husband is interested in sex but not very often and doesn't really satisfy me on the infrequent occasions we have sex." Jan confided; her reply delighted me, of course.

"Hmm, that sounds interesting," Robin said, continuing to stroke her thigh.

Uncrossing her legs, Jan allowed them to drift apart, with Robin's hand continuing to stroke her thighs.

The table in front of them concealed the activity taking place beneath it from the rest of the room, and Jan felt him working the hem of her skirt upwards.

"You chose the perfect table, my dear," he told Jan, his hand now under her skirt.

As his fingers slid over her stocking top, Jan allowed her legs to drift further apart, and soon the tips of Robin's fingers were stroking the narrow strip of material between her thighs.

"Pity you've got knickers on," he breathed in her ear.

"Maybe we should head back to your room, where you can take them off me," she whispered.

Excited by my wife's reply, Robin swallowed the remainder of his drink while Jan rearranged her skirt. Leaving the pub, they walked at a fast pace - almost a run at times, she said - to the Premier Inn. In the lift, he couldn't keep his hands off her, squeezing Jan's breasts and then her bottom while they kissed.

"I'm gonna have your knickers off," he told her as the lift doors opened.

"Sooner the better," Jan replied, and now as they headed for Robin's room, they were running!

Once inside, they undressed, and Robin being naked first, stimulated his erect penis while enjoying the show Jan was putting on for him. As she slipped her panties down, Jan told me, she turned her back on Robin to wriggle her bare bottom at him.

"You're a right little minx, a cock tease," he told her, giving Jan's bottom an almighty slap.

Feeling excited by the stinging blow, Jan bent to remove the panties from around her ankles with deliberate slowness. Seizing his opportunity, Robin delivered a series of slaps to Jan's bottom, each one more stinging than the last, before she eventually straightened up.

"You sod!" Jan said ruefully, while massaging her bottom.

"Don't give me that; you loved it," Robin said, adding, "get on the bed you tease and spread your legs wide. My tongue is itching for a taste of your cunt."

Jan excitedly did as Robin said and was soon squealing happily while the pleasurable sensations caused by his tongue on her cunt ran through her. Working on my wife's clitoris with expertise, he brought her to a series of convulsive and noisy orgasms.

He moved on top of Jan, telling her, "You can suck my cock later. I need to fuck you now."

So saying, he drove his penis into her, and Jan found herself clinging to the guy, enraptured by the feel of his penis surging in and out of her.

Unsurprisingly, Robin didn't last long, and as his penis subsided, having spent its load inside my wife, he told her, "I think I'll be doing this a lot over the next few days."

"Oh, I do hope so," Jan cooed, kissing the guy passionately.

And they did enjoy a lot of sex during the conference, even cutting one afternoon session completely, in their haste to get back to Robin's room. It goes without saying that Jan's nights were spent in Robin's bed for the duration, and they had sex each morning before breakfast, despite having fucked lustily the evening before.

Larry, early-fifties. November.

Larry was a guy Jan met during a work trip. He was actually a member of the management team she was dealing with.

It was towards the end of her second day at the company that she happened to find herself alone, briefly, with Larry. Seizing his moment, Larry invited Jan to join him for a meal, or if she preferred, simply a drink later that evening. Replying that an evening meal was part of her hotel package, Jan told Larry she'd like a drink with him later, though. It was agreed that he'd meet her in the hotel bar and maybe go on somewhere from there.

My wife described Larry, the first guy with a circumcised penis she'd seen, as a good-looking guy who she judged to be in his early fifties. Which I can confirm from the photo of him she brought back. In return, Larry, an American who had settled in the U.K. many years earlier, was one of the guys who asked for a photo of Jan in return. She allowed him to take two, Jan told me. In the first, she stood near the door wearing just stockings and a suspender belt, while in the second she lay naked on Larry's bed, a pillow beneath her bottom and legs wide apart.

(The idea of other guys possessing nude, or semi-nude, photos of my wife both thrilled and intrigued me. Would they masturbate while looking at the pictures of my wife? Perhaps even show the pictures to friends, workmates, or pass them around their local pub.)

Anyway, joining Larry in the hotel bar, Jan learned that he lived alone in a flat, 'quite close, actually' he told her, and was divorced.

Jan told me she was wearing a short skirt and tight-fitting top over a pale green bra and pantie set - a particular favourite of mine actually - with a suspender belt and tan stockings. With Larry eyeing her legs at every opportunity, sometimes covertly, other times openly, Jan wasn't surprised when he suggested moving on somewhere else.

Walking along the street, Jan asked Larry if they were heading in the direction of his flat, and he replied that they were; the flat was a bit further along the street from the pub he was taking her to.

"I don't know about you," Jan had told him, "but I'm not particularly thirsty, not for liquid anyway. Show me your flat."

She was being unusually forward, Jan admitted when relating her tale to me, and certainly wouldn't have behaved so blatantly on 'home turf' as it were, but she really fancied the guy.

Be that as it may, upon arriving at his flat, Larry unlocked and opened the door. Ushering her inside, he patted Jan's bottom as she preceded him over the threshold. Closing the door, he took Jan in his arms to kiss her passionately.

"I haven't had sex in ages," he muttered as if to excuse his impulsive behaviour.

"Presumably, the mechanics of sex are much like riding a bike; it's something you never forget," Jan replied, brushing her hand across the front of Larry's trousers and finding a promisingly large bulge.

Larry kissed her again, running his hands up and down her back and bottom. This time, when breaking from the kiss, Larry steered my wife adroitly into his bedroom. He kissed her again, this time slipping a hand up her skirt. Jan remained passive while feeling Larry's hand feverishly exploring her inner thighs, his fingers struggling to find a way into her panties.

"You'll find it a lot easier if I take my knickers off," Jan told a startled Larry.

Lifting her skirt, well aware of the effect she was having on the guy, Jan slipped her panties down and off.

"There, I think your fingers will now find a warm welcome," she told Larry, going into his arms for the fourth time.

Again, my wife's blatant approach shocked her in the cold light of day, as it did me when she related her story.

She was right, though. Within seconds, Larry's fingers were stroking and probing Jan's vulva, and he grunted, "You're right. Your cunt feels fantastic," as his fingers slipped inside.

"So do your fingers," she reported telling Larry, "but your tongue would feel better."

"Get your clothes off then, you randy girl," Larry told her, already peeling his own off.

Jan reported undressing with lightening speed before sitting on the end of his bed. Laying back and spreading her legs, Jan urged Larry to 'do your damnedest!'

Fully erect and fired up, there was no time for niceties. Larry leapt on top of Jan and, driving his penis deep with a loud and incomprehensible cry, began fucking her.

Jan's body responded with a will of its own, she told me, writhing and thrashing beneath the rapid and fierce penis thrusts, and she even remembered shouting, "Yes! Yes! This is what I need. Give it to me hard and fast, you brute!"

Larry didn't last long, but Jan wasn't disappointed; she knew he'd want more before the end of her three-day visit.

(When, in the cold light of day, Jan related her story to me, she was as shocked as I was by the wild and uncontrolled reaction Larry drew out of her.)

Later, much later that evening, and following a lengthy session of lovemaking during which Larry proved a wizard with his tongue and very much enjoyed having his balls sucked by Jan; something she seems to have developed a penchant for, they fell asleep in one another's arms. It didn't enter Jan's head to return to the hotel following their second vigorous bout of lovemaking, and in the morning she was glad she hadn't.

When she awoke, it was to feel Larry's fingers stroking between her thighs. Stretching expansively, she smiled at the guy and moved her legs further apart to enjoy the pleasurable feelings emanating from the region, telling him it was better than being woken up by an alarm clock. Her searching hand soon found his penis, erect as expected, and she played with it while Larry's fingers continued their work between her legs.

"Suppose we'd better get moving," he said at last. "I don't want to be late for work."

"Give me what I need first," Jan replied, trying to pull the guy on top of herself.

A laughing Larry mounted her, and Jan's joyous cry rang out when his penis drove into her. My wife clung to the guy happily, her body responding as if with a will of its own, while he fucked her.

Returning to the hotel later, Jan's absence overnight, if noticed, wasn't remarked upon. She hadn't actually consulted Larry, but following a shower and change of clothes, Jan packed her bags and checked out of the hotel a day early, telling the receptionist a little white lie by saying she'd finished her assignment earlier than expected.

Resuming her meetings at Larry's company, she contrived to catch the guy alone and put him in the picture about checking out of the hotel.

"I thought I'd spend my final night at yours if you have no objection."

"Fantastic!"

Larry's excitement at the prospect of more sex with Jan was plain to see, and she moved away from him quickly before other attendees of the meeting realised there was something going on between them.

When she arrived at Larry's flat later that day, her work complete, he greeted her with the news, 'I've managed to wrangle a day off work tomorrow so we can spend the morning in bed, unless you need to get away.'

"That's great!" Jan enthused. "I'm in no rush to leave, so why restrict it to the morning? We could spend all day in bed if you want. My husband's not expecting to see me before evening."

And that's pretty much what they did. Apart from getting up for a light snack at midday, my wife spent all day in bed with Larry, much to my delight when learning of it later.

When Jan arrived home that evening, a lot later than expected, I listened to her tale with mounting excitement and when Jan told me that Larry had actually fucked her three times that day, I was rendered speechless. The guy was in his fifties, for God's sake!

I watched my wife undress for bed that night, thinking about all she'd told me about her time with Larry and marvelling at Jan's seemingly burgeoning sexual appetite. I assumed sex would be out of the question, considering how much time she'd spent in bed with Larry that day, but not a bit of it. Jan was as keen as I was and while we made love, I realised I was seeing a very different side of my wife now; she was practically insatiable. When my penis entered her, I couldn't help but think of the three times Larry had fucked my wife before me that day.

Thus concludes the second year of our experiment.