When fantasies coincide. Pt. 11
The fifth year continued.
And so to our holiday in Much Wenlock, just a week this time. We usually take a fortnight's break at this time but, due to the pressure of work this year, I thought it wise to book a single week.
Arriving in Much Wenlock on the Saturday afternoon, we didn't do much that day other than checking out a couple of pubs in the evening.
On Sunday, after a leisurely start to the day, I drove the short distance to the Wenlock Edge car park, and from there we set out for a walk.
John.
We had been walking Wenlock Edge for perhaps forty minutes or so when I told Jan that I needed a pee. We hadn't met many walkers, but I deemed it prudent to disappear into the undergrowth beside the track. Jan, meanwhile, climbed up to sit on top of a wooden gate, a little further along the track. While relieving myself, I heard the murmur of voices and thought it lucky I'd moved into the bushes. Returning to the main track with a greatly relieved bladder, I could still hear the murmur of voices, and on regaining the path, saw a guy talking to Jan. He leaned against the gate, smiling as they chatted amicably. On my approach, Jan introduced me as her husband, the guy exclaiming, "I ought to have known an attractive girl like you wouldn't be alone!"
"I think John has been propositioning me." Jan smiled.
We exchanged looks, and I knew instantly that she fancied the good-looking, slimly-built guy, who wore a skimpy tee shirt displaying bronzed and muscular arms. He was in his late thirties, I guessed, but actually John turned out to be forty-three, probably due to being a fitness fanatic. A regular gym user, John was also a keen runner and walker. He was also a divorcee, the ideal circumstance for a participant in our fun and games.
Looking around to make sure no one else was about, I quickly outlined my predilection for wife-watching to John, the initial look of surprise on his face being replaced by a broad grin as he realised his opportunity.
"If you're offering me sex with your wife while you watch, then you're on, assuming the lady herself is happy with the arrangement."
Saying he knew the very place, John climbed over the gate before assisting Jan over. I duly noted the way he handled my wife's thighs, completely unnecessarily really, while helping her over. I climbed over in turn and hurried after them.
John had his arm around Jan's waist by the time I caught up with them. He led us through some bushes to a grassy knoll, partially encircled and screened by the bushes.
So, once again my wife was about to enjoy outdoor sex, this time with me as an onlooker. A thrilling prospect, augmented perhaps by the possibility of being seen by other people, however slim a chance, which added to the excitement all round. Certainly my wife seemed fired up as she slipped out of her top before turning her back on John and inviting him to remove her bra. He accomplished the task speedily and skilfully before taking her breasts in his hands. I moved along slightly for a better view of John's fingers tweaking and stroking my wife's nipples. Despite my interest in what he was doing, I didn't miss the eager way she was undoing John's trousers. By the time he sucked a nipple into his mouth, my wife had pushed John's trousers and underpants down sufficiently to take his erect penis in her hand.
I was moving around them restlessly, I suppose, in my eagerness not to miss anything. However, when my wife dropped to her knees and took the tip of his penis between her lips, I concentrated my attention there. John was crooning happily as she worked on his penis with her tongue but then gasped loudly when she turned her attention to his balls.
Holding John's penis in her hand, Jan's tongue lapped round and round his balls, with an expertise learnt with Colin and honed on mine and other guys balls. John, the current beneficiary of her skills, gasped and groaned when my wife sucked his balls into her mouth, a first for him, as it turned out.
Suddenly, he could take no more. Pushing Jan onto her back, he swiftly removed his t-shirt, boots, trousers, and underpants. Divining his intention, Jan undid her shorts so that the near-naked John could quickly pull them down and off. I didn't miss the eager way my wife spread her legs when John mounted her. His buttocks sank down, accompanied by a loud cry of pleasure, perhaps even of relief, I thought, from Jan.
I was watching my wife being fucked yet again, and although I'd watched her with Caleb many times over the four months or so they were lovers, it's something I never tire of doing. With my eyes glued to his buttocks, rising and falling steadily between her thighs, I listened excitedly to my wife's ecstatic cries ringing out with every thrust of his penis into her.
I found myself masturbating while watching the couple copulating on the grass, without even being aware of unzipping and releasing my penis! By a lucky coincidence, I came simultaneously with John, coming in my hand while watching the convulsions of his buttocks. John's semen though, was spurting into the depths of my squealing wife while she writhed beneath him.
I quickly cleaned myself as best I could and zipped up, rather hoping John hadn't noticed my action. He had though, and teased me about it as we walked back to the footpath.
We arranged to meet John later for an evening meal, after which it was taken for granted he'd return to our cottage for another sex session with Jan.
At the cottage, Jan took John by the hand to lead him upstairs to the bedroom, with me following on behind. In the bedroom, they undressed with one accord. John was naked first, even removing his socks this time, and plainly enjoyed watching my wife complete her own undressing. Then, complimenting Jan about her "marvellous bush," he ran his fingers through my wife's pubic hair. When his fingers slipped between her thighs, I sank down onto a chair, trying to control my growing excitement while thinking that John was the twenty-second guy to have sex with my wife since we'd embarked on this lifestyle.
When John performed cunnilingus on her, I knew at once that my wife was in the hands of an expert. With his tongue at work between Jan's thighs, very obviously finding her most sensitive spots, I freed my erection to stimulate myself while watching my wife's wild convulsions on the bed. With his hands on her breasts, fingers tweaking Jan's nipples, John brought my wife to a very noisy orgasm.
His face remaining between her thighs, however, John continued the cunnilingus, this time slipping his hands beneath her bottom. I was loving every minute of it as I watched Jan experience a number of wild orgasms under the expert work of his tongue on her cunt. What I didn't realise at the time, hearing about it only after John had left, was that he was also stimulating my wife's anus with his fingers, something I'd never dreamt of doing myself, despite knowing several guys had done similar. When, much later that night, Jan revealed what he'd done, I was excited to think that John already knew my wife's body more intimately than I, despite having met him only a few hours early. (A fact I enjoyed conveying to him when we met up the following evening.)
Returning to the action. When they had intercourse, Jan went on top, which proved ideal from my perspective. Pulling a chair up to the foot of the bed, I enjoyed the spectacle of John's penis driving in and out of my wife's body while she rode it with abandon. I even dropped to my knees on the floor for a closer view of the erotic sight of my wife's cunt lips clinging to his erection each time it reappeared, stoking my excitement.
I think all three of us took it for granted that John would visit our holiday cottage again, which he did every evening of our week-long holiday. I even managed to take a couple of nude photos of him to join the rest of my collection.
As he prepared to leave on the Friday evening, following a particularly long session of lovemaking with Jan, I remarked that it was a great shame our holiday had come to an end and we'd need to vacate the cottage by 11a.m. tomorrow. Stopping in his tracks, John told us that our association needn't end just yet. Unless we had to be home on Saturday for some reason, we could spend an extra night at his place, adding, "It's a pity your holiday is at an end when mine is just starting."
John explained that his two-week annual holiday began that weekend, but he wasn't going away until the second week.
