When fantasies coincide. Pt. 05
The third year.
Since embarking on this radical change to our lifestyle two years ago, my wife has had sex with nine guys, but I've only managed to watch her in action with two of them. Hopefully, as we embark on a new year, the ratio will improve. It certainly got off to a good start.
George. Forties.
This unique and curiously satisfying encounter arose while we were spending a couple of nights at a hotel in Ely. It was mid-February, and we were celebrating our wedding anniversary, something we've done each year since marrying. It might sound corny, but we married on Valentine's Day, which this year fell on a Tuesday.
We met George in the hotel bar, following a meal on the Monday evening of our arrival. He was a guy in his forties, staying at the hotel for a few nights while on business in the area.
Not to beat about the bush; when we left the bar George came to our room, a couple of doors further along the corridor from his, and had sex with Jan while I watched. Seemingly unfazed to hear about my wife-watching proclivities, I soon realised George was turned on by my presence while he made love to Jan.
It was while they lay side by side on the bed, relaxing after their exciting session of lovemaking, that I told him the reason for our short hotel break. George, on learning that tomorrow was our wedding anniversary, came up with a dastardly plan.
"What if Jan spends the night of your anniversary in my bed rather than yours and has sex with me instead of you? Is it something that would give you a buzz?"
George could see I was excited by his plan and went on to suggest that Jan spend this, our first night at the hotel, in his bed as well; to get used to the idea.
"I think the humiliation of bringing your wife on a romantic break to celebrate your wedding anniversary only for her to spend both nights in another man's bed, being fucked by him, while you sleep alone is just what you need."
I knew he was right, and so when George left to go to his own room a little later, Jan went with him.
It all happened so fast that I was left bemused and breathless, feeling humiliated but realising, as George had, that it was something I needed. As he pointed out, to bring my wife on a short holiday solely to celebrate our wedding anniversary only to have her spend her nights in his bed and being fucked by him while I'm condemned to remain celibate throughout, must be the height of humiliation.
My wife returned to our room the next morning, having had sex with George first, just in time to make it to the dining room for breakfast. George was already there and finishing off his breakfast, as he had to get going for an early business meeting or something.
Returning to our room after breakfast, Jan undressed to take a shower, pausing first to show me a very prominent love bite George had planted on her right buttock.
"George said he'll do one on my left cheek tonight," Jan told me before stepping into the shower.
Of course, the sight of George's teeth marks on my wife's bottom, coupled with the information he'd be giving her another one, served to ignite my feelings of excitement.
We had a look around during the day as planned, a bit of sightseeing, before meeting up with George for our evening meal. Then, following a drink in the hotel bar, we headed for our rooms.
Arriving at the door of his room, George unlocked and opened it to usher Jan inside. I was about to continue along the corridor to our room when George stopped me and said he wanted me to watch him fucking Jan, 'a fitting present on your anniversary night'.
Of course, I wanted to watch but was well aware of the humiliation of watching another guy having sex with my wife on our wedding anniversary and hesitated.
"Come on, get inside. You know as well as I do that Jan wouldn't come to your room now, even if you asked her. Your wife would rather open her legs for me tonight than you," he jeered, and I quailed, thinking he might be right but reluctant to put it to the test.
As if to make George's point, we found on entering his room that Jan was already undressing, prompting him to whisper in my ear, 'See what I mean. Your wife can hardly wait to get her knickers off for me'.
I looked for somewhere to sit while George undressed, nearly as speedily as Jan. She was about to climb on the bed when George told her to wait.
"First things first."
He led Jan the few steps to stand in front of my chair and turned her to face away from me. He kneeled down and gave my wife's left buttock a love bite, during which Jan squealed loudly. Next, he planted a second love bite on her right buttock, joining the one already there. With Jan squealing lustily as the bite went on and on, I had difficulty refraining from stimulating myself; I felt so excited by what I was seeing.
"I'm going to give your wife's arse another love bite every time I fuck her. That way, at least for a time, you'll have a record of the way you spent your anniversary," George teased.
Jan was now lying on the bed, and after telling her, 'Spread your legs ready for me, darling,' George turned to me and said, "I find it ironic and satisfying that instead of a romantic anniversary break with your wife, you're spending two nights of celibacy while a complete stranger enjoys the delights of her body. You can toddle off back to your room now while I give your wife a night to remember. Count the love bites when I send her back to your room in the morning."
