The fifth year concluded.
The September Conference.
The usual get-to-know-you session was a washout as far as Jan was concerned, due to a noticeable shortage of possible sex partners. Later though, she struck lucky.
Following the evening meal at her hotel, Jan showered and dressed in more alluring attire than she'd worn for the conference, including of course, stockings and a shorter skirt. Then she set out for a pub in the next street, where a large guy called Paul chatted her up within minutes of Jan's entry.
A little later they went to his house where he proved a wizard with his tongue, Paul's cunnilingus skills giving Jan the orgasms she craved.
When Paul fucked my wife it was from the rear, at her request actually; she described Paul as obese in the extreme!
She knelt on the end of his bed, and Paul fucked her with slow and steady penis thrusts, his hands clinging to Jan's breasts the whole time.
The next day, the conference proper was just getting underway when a late arrival breezed in.
Jan described Gerry as 'a hunk' and fancied the carefree guy immediately. With his laissez-faire attitude, Gerry described the previous day's get-to-know-you session as a 'waste of my valuable time.'
The self-assured Gerry knew my wife fancied him from the very beginning of their acquaintance, and when the conference broke up for the day, he didn't bother with formalities like inviting Jan for a drink; he simply told her the name of his hotel and room number saying, "See you later."
Jan was thrilled that the good-looking Gerry found her sexually attractive and available-looking.
Following a light meal at her hotel, Jan took a quick shower. Acting on a whim, she didn't bother with underwear when quickly dressing before heading for Gerry's hotel, equally quickly. She spent the rest of the evening in Gerry's bed, where he had little trouble persuading her to stay the night.
All told, Gerry fucked my wife five times during their time together, with Jan spending two nights in his hotel bed rather than her own, although despite his looks and bombastic attitude Jan described Gerry's lovemaking skills as no more than average!
October.
A few weeks later, we took a week-long holiday near Dursley, primarily to take part in the walking festival. The festival itself only covers four days, but we booked a self-catering cottage for the complete week, intending to spend the extra days relaxing in the very scenic area.
Keen runners, as I've already mentioned, we hadn't done anything like this before and consequently intended sticking mainly to the shorter walking routes.
The small, one-bedroom cottage we rented was situated in an idyllic valley setting, reasonably close to Dursley and the amenities offered there.
Of the people we met on the first day of walking was a twenty-one-year-old lad called Ryan, who was clearly accompanying his parents on the walking holiday, much against his wishes. The petulant Ryan made his displeasure known at every opportunity. His rather authoritarian parents had been loathe to leave Ryan at the family home on his own, telling all and sundry that he was too irresponsible to be trusted. I think their main concern was that Ryan's twenty-second birthday fell during the period of the walking festival and they were concerned that, left to his own devices, Ryan would probably invite his friends in for a party and trash the place or something!
It was the second day and Ryan's parents, keen walkers that they were, set off at a cracking pace, exhorting Ryan to 'keep up.' However, they soon left him far behind, probably as fed up with Ryan's constant whinging and moaning as most other members of the party were.
Moving at a more modest pace ourselves, we soon found ourselves walking with Ryan. Jan kept looking at me and then at Ryan, leaving me in little doubt as to what she had in mind, particularly as there was a noticeable shortage of possible playmates amongst the walking group.
Noticing a gate to the side of the footpath and seeing that there were no other walkers in sight just at that moment, I suggested to Jan that we hop over the gate and take a breather in the pasture field.
"Are you coming?" I asked Ryan, who shrugged as if he couldn't care less but climbed over the gate after us.
It was Jan who led the way to an area of grass, fortuitously secluded in a slight bend of the hedge.
The weather was sunny and surprisingly warm for October, so when Jan removed her top, followed by her trousers, Ryan didn't seem particularly surprised.
"Come on young Ryan, take your things off and join me," Jan said, laying down on the grass.
He seemed hesitant, so I asked Ryan if he had a girlfriend and much sexual experience, and he replied in the negative to both parts of the question.
"This could be your lucky day then. My wife loves sex and is a very sexually experienced woman who will gladly teach you all you need to know. I can either watch, or if you're unhappy about that, continue the walk while you enjoy yourself with her."
