When Fantasies Coincide

When fantasies coincide. Pt. 06

Year Three. Continued.

Andrew. Forty-three.

Our two-week summer holiday this year was spent in the Cotswolds, a self-catering cottage in Stow-on-the-Wold, to be precise.

As is usual on our first evening, we visited a couple of pubs and enjoyed a meal in one of them.

On Sunday, following a day spent visiting places of interest, we again sampled a couple of pubs in the evening. Different ones this time, and it was in the second of these, situated in the market square, that we met Andrew.

I won't waste time going into detail about the way Andrew was recruited into our fun and games; suffice to say he was very keen on the idea of having sex with Jan, but less so about me being present.

Andrew was a slim, dark-haired guy of forty-three, recently divorced. By a lucky coincidence, he kept the antique shop opposite our holiday rental. In fact, he knew the couple who owned our cottage. Andrew told us he currently lived in a small flat above the shop following a 'messy divorce', as he termed it.

Anyway, we left the pub, and while walking back to our holiday cottage, I suggested to Andrew that he show Jan over his antique shop.

"Make sure to show Jan your living quarters also," I told him, "and if my wife doesn't return to our cottage before morning, I'll understand."

Andrew thanked me for being understanding of his shyness, adding that he'd definitely feel more relaxed about 'doing it' with Jan in my presence if he got to know my wife in private first.

So that's what we did, with Jan returning to our cottage next morning around the same time that Andrew opened the antique shop, and having been fucked twice by the guy since I'd last seen her.

Telling me all about it, Jan couldn't speak highly enough of Andrew as a lover. Thoughtful and understanding of her needs as a female, Andrew put considerable effort into pleasuring my wife with his tongue. In return, Jan licked and sucked Andrew's balls, something he hadn't previously experienced.

Pleased for my wife, I urged her to spend all her nights with Andrew, the guy himself being delighted when I communicated the idea to him a little later.

For my part, I found it highly satisfying somehow to think of my wife spending thirteen nights in Andrew's bed rather than mine, and of course enjoying loads of sex with him.

So the days passed, with Jan and I out and about sight-seeing while Andrew managed his antique shop. We then met up with him in the evenings for a drink and meal, following which Andrew and Jan went to his place for sex while I returned to spend the night alone at our holiday rental. By this time, all my wife's underwear and some of her outerwear had been transferred to his place.

By Thursday, I was growing impatient to watch them and said as much to Andrew, who promised me that Friday evening would be the time.

"We can either 'do it' at your cottage or you can come to my place," he promised, adding that he was surprised at my willingness to go without sex while my wife was enjoying herself with him.

"It's just fine," I assured Andrew. "I'm not expecting to have sex with Jan until we're back home after our holiday. That pleasure is yours, and yours alone, for the duration of our stay in Stow."

I also admitted to Andrew that the fact of my wife sleeping in his bed for a fortnight instead of mine was a situation that excited me immensely.

Anyway, as we walked back from the pub on Friday evening, Andrew asked if I'd decided on the venue.

"I'll come to yours," I told Andrew. "I'd like to see the bed my wife is sleeping in."

Well, it was worth waiting for!

Jan and Andrew began undressing as soon as we were in his bedroom. While they did so, I eyed the bed where my wife had spent the last few nights being fucked by him, the image, and thought enough to cause an erection.

Turning my attention back to them, I eyed the naked Andrew with interest, agreeing with Jan's assessment of him as being 'exceptionally good-looking all-round'. His penis, inevitably erect as he watched my wife removing her panties, was about average size, I suppose, but I studied the organ intently while thinking about its presence inside my wife.

When she too was naked, Jan stretched out full length on the bed. I was then surprised to see Andrew licking and sucking her toes! He did so to each of her ten toes, taking an equal amount of time on each one, before licking and kissing all over her feet. Next, he ran his tongue up and down my wife's left leg, covering every centimetre of skin by the look of it. He repeated the procedure with Jan's right leg, and only then did he turn his attention to the delightful area between them.

If I'd felt excited watching Andrew's earlier actions, my excitement knew no bounds as I watched him licking between my wife's thighs, squeals of delight breaking from her lips repeatedly.

I knew from the changed tone of her cries when Andrew's tongue began work on her clitoris, and he duly brought my wife to a noisy and convulsive orgasm, the like of which I've rarely, if ever seen, during my own lovemaking with her!

It didn't end there, though. Moving on top of her in the classic 69 position, Andrew again licked my wife's cunt, but this time with her own tongue working on his penis and balls. And it was there I concentrated my attention, hoping to see her sucking his balls. I was amply rewarded!

Next, he reversed position again, and the cry of sheer delight that broke from my wife's lips when Andrew's penis drove into her re-stoked my excitement.

Moving back to the foot of the bed, I watched the undulating movements of Andrew's buttocks as he fucked my wife, with intense fascination. (Watching a guy's backside rising and falling between my wife's thighs has remained one of the most exciting aspects of my voyeurism, and I've watched quite a few different backsides by this time!)

Although I was masturbating while watching them, I hadn't come by the time I saw Andrew's buttock muscles contracting as he emptied his balls inside my increasingly hot and sweaty-looking wife. I would finish off my masturbation when back in the holiday cottage.

For now though, I thanked the guy for letting me watch, telling Andrew it had been a fantastic experience, which I hoped would be repeated before the end of our holiday.

Slipping into a robe, Andrew let me out of the antique shop and I crossed the road to our cottage, where, as I've already said, I masturbated while reliving the scene I'd just witnessed.

I was able to watch Andrew having sex with my wife on two more occasions during our second week in Stow.

Following breakfast on our final morning in Stow, I busied myself packing in readiness for the 11 o'clock deadline. Jan was still at Andrew's, much later than usual, but that was understandable; they would be enjoying a final sex session, I surmised.

For once Andrew walked across the road with Jan, and while she did her own small amount of packing, he thanked me for my understanding attitude throughout the two weeks my wife had been sleeping with him.

"No problem. I found the situation a highly satisfying one, the highlights of course being the three times I watched you with her."

Andrew went on to tell me he had a sixteen-day tour of the South of France coming up in late August/early September, a mixture of holiday and 'looking at a few pieces with a view to purchase'.

"I've invited your wife to come with me, and Jan has agreed, providing you're agreeable and she can get the time off work. It would mean her sleeping with me as I've already booked the accommodation for the tour, but I don't think you'd have a problem with that."

Jan rejoining us at that moment told me she didn't think she would have a problem getting the time off, providing the dates didn't clash with the September conference, where her presence would be required.

"I think Jan takes it for granted you'll agree, as she hasn't actually asked you," Andrew remarked.

"I certainly have no problem with her going, just the opposite in fact, and I hope the dates don't clash with the conference. The idea of my wife travelling and sleeping with you for that length of time is a very big turn-on for me."

Which it was, although I'd have to think up a plausible reason for Jan's absence, should anyone ask.

They enjoyed a last, prolonged kiss before we left, and that was that. It was just a matter of Jan checking with her boss. (She has more holiday days per year than I do, and her boss usually has a flexible attitude towards staff requesting extra time off, so that aspect shouldn't be a problem. It was just the possible clash of dates that was of concern.)

Driving home from our holiday, with Jan beside me chatting happily about her experiences with Andrew, I thought excitedly of the many times he would have fucked my wife over the fortnight and found myself desperately hoping she could go to the South of France with him. Of course, I was aware of the humiliation involved in my wife going off willy-nilly with another guy for over two weeks, but even that aspect thrilled me!

Anyway, returning to work, Jan found that the September conference this year began two days after her return from the South of France. Ideal!

My wife was overjoyed, telling me Andrew was one of the best, perhaps even the best, lover she'd had. Once again, the feeling of humiliation I experienced on hearing he was a more satisfying lover than I, turned me on in some odd way.

The problem about what to tell friends was solved by simply telling anyone who asked after Jan that she was away with work. It's a circumstance that regularly occurs, although not usually for the length of time she was away this time, so it seemed unlikely that anyone would raise awkward questions, and so it proved.

I drove Jan to Andrew's place on the day of their departure and simply transferred Jan's luggage from my car to his.

My wife spent fifteen nights in Andrew's bed while touring the South of France, with much sex taking place between them no doubt. Then, as if that wasn't enough, when they arrived back on Friday, Jan spent two additional nights with Andrew at his antique shop. Despite the fact that she'd be leaving for the conference on Monday.

I collected Jan on Sunday afternoon, which gave her just enough time to get herself organised for the conference. I had sex with my wife that evening, all the time thinking about Andrew having sex with her that same morning and multiple times during their travels.

The September conference.

Jan's accommodation for this year's September conference was a great improvement on the Premier Inn of last year, presumably due to the very poor review it had been given.

The large hotel Jan checked into this time was a bustle of activity with numerous other delegates milling about. With the porters fully occupied, a trainee manager was instructed to escort Jan to her room.

According to his name badge, the guy of perhaps twenty-two or twenty-three was called Rakesh. Incredibly good-looking Jan told me, she fancied him immediately and found it surprisingly easy to seduce the guy.

When phoning me though, Jan said nothing about that, just engaging in the usual social chit-chat.

Unusually, she rang me again the following morning with details of her conquest. I listened in total disbelief as Jan told me about having sex twice with the young Indian guy the previous evening.

"But that means you've had sex with three different guys, Andrew, myself, and this Rakesh, all in the space of thirty-six hours!" I exclaimed, completely shocked by my wife's promiscuity.

There was silence from the other end of the phone, so I went on to tell Jan that I know she likes sex, and plenty of it these days, but her current behaviour verges on sluttish.

"I know," Jan admitted in a quiet tone of voice, "but Rakesh is so attractive and such a passionate, caring lover, how could I resist? He'll be coming to my room again this evening, all being well, and I won't say no!"

And that was that.

I thought long and hard about my wife's sexuality during her time at the conference, aware that she would be enjoying sex sessions with Rakesh - a sort of interlude from her ongoing affair with Andrew. (It had been arranged that my wife would spend occasional weekends with Andrew in Stow and I would play the role of chauffeur, driving her to his place on Friday evenings and collecting her sometime during Sunday.)

However, I must admit to feeling turned on in some strange way, by the matter-of-fact way my wife had sex with three guys in thirty-six hours. Jan must qualify for the title of slut-wife now, I mused, realising I was developing an erection at the thought.

On her return, Jan told me the story about her initial encounter with Rakesh.

"Will there be anything else, Madam?" Rakesh had asked after depositing Jan's case in her room. "We're incredible busy today, so I'm needed elsewhere."

Jan described how she'd plonked herself down on the end of the bed in such a way that the hem of her skirt rode up her thighs. While parting her legs slightly, Jan suggested to Rakesh that he 'pop back later if possible.'

Rakesh smiled, knowing full well what was on offer, and told Jan his shift finished when the dining room closed.

"I can come back then, just to make sure everything is to your liking."

"Perfect! I'll be waiting for you."

The remainder of the day passed in the same way that the first afternoon of a conference always passes, with a general get-to-know-you session, and following the evening meal, Jan returned to her room.

Showered and laying on the bed wearing only her red negligee, Jan waited impatiently but with delicious anticipation for Rakesh, hoping he wouldn't get cold feet.

Having a great partiality for Jan's red negligee myself, not least because it had been a present to her from Andrew during our holiday in Stow, I could imagine the sight that greeted him on his arrival. (Described as red satin lace, the short negligee has a lattice-like top section through which breasts and nipples are clearly seen.)

Rakesh knocked on the door while simultaneously using his pass key to open it. He stared at Jan long and hard as she lay on the bed, smiling at him.

"I hope I've judged this right," he said eventually, undoing his trousers.

"Oh, you have, you have!" Jan reported telling Rakesh, moving her legs apart to make her point.

The hem of the negligee was up around the top of her thighs by the time Rakesh removed his socks, the last item of clothing.

Jan told me she eyed his young body lustily, his smooth, almost hairless chest, and his fully erect penis, and at that moment she wanted him more than anything on earth!

Beckoning him to the side of the bed, Jan set to work on his genitals with her tongue. His breathing quickened, and he gave himself up to enjoy the pleasant feel of Jan's tongue licking all over his cock and balls. Next, she sucked Rakesh's cock for a time before turning her attention to his balls. My wife seems to have developed a penchant for sucking balls and told me that Rakesh's moans and cries while she sucked his were more intense than any other guy she'd done it with.

Suddenly pulling back, Rakesh yanked Jan's negligee right up around her neck. Then he literally grabbed her breasts, pulling and squeezing the nipples. His hands moved down Jan's body then, and she told me how her legs had moved wide apart as with a will of their own, and she'd uttered a long, drawn-out cry of pleasure when his face dipped between them. To begin with, Rakesh was leaning over the side of the bed while probing her cunt with fingers and tongue. Soon though, he moved to the foot of the bed to plunge his face between Jan's thighs.

How she squealed and cried out while his tongue probed her cunt, Jan told me, but when he concentrated on her clitoris, her yells would have been heard the length of the corridor! Rakesh might be very young, but he took to cunnilingus like a duck to water, she told me, and after bringing my wife to orgasm, he looked very pleased with himself.

Standing at the foot of the bed, erect penis in hand, Rakesh stared long and hard between Jan's thighs. For her part, having recovered her composure, she pulled the negligee over her head and dropped it on the floor.

Spreading her legs even wider, Jan urged Rakesh, 'Take me now'.

He moved on top, and in no time at all, his penis was driving deep inside her. Rakesh fucked my wife with rapid strokes, she related, pausing to kiss her lips and both nipples from time to time. Soon though, kissing was forgotten, and he drove his penis in and out of my writhing, yelling wife at a ferocious speed. He came, his penis discharging deep inside Jan's body while she clung to him in rapture.

It was to be another hour and a half before Rakesh left Jan's room though, an hour and a half of exquisite lovemaking she told me, culminating in him fucking her doggy-style.

It was a routine that was repeated for the rest of her stay.

Between the end of September and the middle of December, my wife spent most of her weekends with Andrew in Stow. My role was mainly that of chauffeur, driving Jan to Andrew's place on the Friday evenings and collecting her sometime during Sunday, usually late afternoon or early evening.

Jan travelled light on these occasions, maintaining a small wardrobe of clothes, mostly underwear, at Andrews. The thought of Andrew washing my wife's underwear alongside his own invariably turns me on for some strange reason.

It was when I arrived to collect Jan on the second Sunday in December that Andrew suggested we spend Christmas in Stow. "The lights on the Market Square are well worth seeing."

Andrew went on to tell me, my wife being already fully conversant with his plan, that the owners of the holiday cottage I'd booked in the summer didn't usually let it out in the autumn and winter months but, as a favour to him, had agreed to a ten-day let over the Christmas/New Year period.

I agreed to go along with his plan, knowing I'd never hear the last of it from Jan if I refused, assuming she'd be spending the entire time at Andrews. I was wrong there though, as he planned to move across to the cottage himself, informing me that he and my wife would be sleeping in the main bedroom and I could have the second, smaller bedroom next to it.

Jan, who had gone for a quick shower soon after the discussion began, re-joined us at that moment. Naked and still wet from her shower, my wife handed Andrew a towel to dry her with, 'as you usually do'. I stood watching, inevitably erect, as I watched Andrew rubbing her all over with the towel, while thinking to myself how very intimate they had become with one another and that the guy must have fucked my wife a multitude of times since they became lovers five months earlier.

Driving home from Stow, Jan told me she'd always be grateful to me for allowing her to fully explore her sexuality.

"What's brought this on?" I asked, and Jan went on to assure me that she wasn't in love with Andrew and that their attraction for one another was purely sexual.

"He's practically insatiable, and I've discovered, since embarking on these affairs with your encouragement, that I am too. Andrew is also an exceptional lover who knows all the right buttons to press."

I told Jan I didn't need any reassurance and was happy for her to play the role of Andrew's mistress, which in effect she is, as it gave me a peculiar kind of thrill to 'share her' with the guy long-term.

"I hope you'll continue to spend weekends with your lover going into next year," I told her.

Thus ends year three of our experiment.