When Fantasies Coincide

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."

Ryan looked from me to Jan and back again, clearly confused, but when Jan slipped her panties off and began undoing her bra, he mumbled something about feeling embarrassed with me there.

Naturally I was disappointed, but telling them, 'enjoy yourselves,' I returned to the gate and resumed the walk.

By this time the rest of the walkers were well ahead, so it was unlikely Ryan and Jan would be disturbed.

Back at base; it was a circular walk, I met up with the other walkers including Ryan's parents, who asked if I'd seen him. I told them Jan had slowed her pace to keep the lad company, thinking he might get lost with the slow and disinterested pace he was moving at.

"That's OK then, we can get back to our hotel. Thank your wife for looking out for Ryan for us, would you?"

With the group of walkers disappearing, I walked to a nearby cafe to wait for Jan and Ryan.

I had a long wait though because it was nearly three hours before Jan arrived, having had a 'fantastic time with Ryan', she told me. He had gone straight to the hotel the family was staying at.

My wife thoroughly enjoyed showing the twenty-one-going-on twenty-two-year-old guy all the pleasures of the flesh. He was a quick learner and proved to be a natural when it came to cunnilingus, bringing Jan to orgasm time and time again, she told me. They had intercourse twice, Jan going on top the first time and Ryan the second. And that was just the beginning.

The third day of the walking festival.

We were just finishing breakfast when there was a knock on the door. Mystified as to who it could be, I opened the door to find Ryan standing there.

"Sorry, I forgot to tell you I'd invited Ryan to spend time with us here instead of walking." Jan called.

Ryan's parents had set out on an early walk today but he excused himself, telling them he'd agreed to walk with us again as, like him, we weren't very experienced hikers. Ryan told us this with his eyes on Jan the whole time.

She sat smiling at him, wearing only a short towelling robe. Having wondered why Jan seemed in no hurry to dress, I now realised the reason.

"Let's go to the bedroom, Ryan. My husband can do the washing up while we have some fun."

Standing, Jan took Ryan by the hand to lead him to the bedroom.

I was happy to do the washing up, listening to the sounds of Ryan enjoying himself with my wife in the nearby bedroom. (Our accommodation was a very small barn conversion.)

Drying my hands, the washing up done, I wondered if by this time Ryan would feel more relaxed about my presence while they had fun. There was only one way to find out.

Moving as quietly as possible, I approached the bedroom door, which fortuitously had been left almost fully open. Entering silently, I saw the naked Ryan lying on his back on the bed, with an equally naked Jan bending over him. His eyes were closed, and he was moaning softly as my wife licked and sucked his nipples.

Ryan's body was almost hairless, I noted, while watching Jan's hands gently stroking his tummy while she continued to lick his nipples. No wonder he was oblivious of my presence.

Then, with Jan's tongue working its way down Ryan's body, he opened his eyes and took her breasts in his hands.

Seeing me, he looked startled momentarily, but by this time my wife was licking the head of his penis, and a goodly sized specimen it was too!

Jan was licking his balls then, prior to sucking them, and I saw Ryan's hands drop and his eyes close again, evidently knowing what was coming.

He groaned when Jan took his balls into her mouth, one hand holding and stroking his penis while the fingers of the other stroked his nipples again.

Ryan was very obviously enjoying every minute of this, and so was I as a spectator. I also knew from experience the pleasurable sensations young Ryan would be experiencing while my wife worked expertly on his body.

Eventually they swapped over, with Jan stretching out on the bed and Ryan working on her body with his hands and tongue.

He had barely glanced at me during the changeover, so it looked as if I would be able to watch until the end. I dearly wanted the opportunity to watch this young guy fucking my wife.

Beginning with Jan's breasts, he gently squeezed both of them while licking her nipples. He continued doing so for a while before trickling his tongue down Jan's body. At the same time, I saw one of Ryan's hands delve between my wife's thighs and heard her joyous cry when his fingers stroked and probed her vulva, an area of my wife's anatomy that an ever-growing number of guys are familiar with!

Abandoning Jan's breasts, Ryan moved to the foot of the bed and pulled her down it until her bottom was perched on the very end of the bed. When his face dipped between my wife's thighs and his tongue began its work, I had no choice but to undo my trousers and release my erection.

Jan has taught him well, I thought, when the familiar wail broke from her lips and I knew his tongue had found my wife's clitoris.

I was masturbating unashamedly while watching him perform cunnilingus on my wife and causing a number of noisy and convulsive orgasms to run through Jan's body.

Ryan straightened up then and actually smiled when he saw me standing there, with my semen-covered hand still holding my now limp penis. His, of course, was very erect at this point.

Whether he smiled simply to see what I'd done or with the complacent knowledge that his own penis is larger than mine, I never knew.

He was moving onto her then, and as his buttocks sank down between my wife's thighs with an accompanying loud ecstatic cry breaking from her lips, I felt a renewed stirring in my penis.

I stood, then knelt on the carpet, my eyes glued to Ryan's buttocks as they rose and fell majestically between my wife's thighs, and listened to her shrieks of pleasure ringing out. I felt surprised, then grateful, to find myself fully erect again already, possibly as a result of dwelling on the fact that Ryan's was the twenty-sixth penis to know the inside of my wife's cunt since our conversation nearly six years ago.

When Ryan came, his buttocks clenching wildly as he released his semen deep inside my squealing wife, I refrained from coming myself, wanting to retain the possibility for later.

It was an incredible day. Jan and Ryan remained naked throughout, only dressing briefly when we went out for a light lunch. Having lost his virginity the previous day, the rampant youngster fucked my wife a phenomenal four times that day, and I drove a very contented Ryan back to the hotel, having acquired his promise to return to our place early next morning, the day of his birthday.

"My wife's body will be your birthday present from us," I told a delighted Ryan.

Returning to our holiday rental, I found Jan still laying on the bed as he'd left her, legs splayed wide apart and traces of Ryan's semen still visible on her cunt lips. It was then that I masturbated for the second time, staring at my wife's cunt while recalling the twenty-six guys who have now fucked her.

The fourth day of the walking festival and Ryan's twenty-second birthday.

As far as we were concerned, walking was forgotten and Ryan spent the final day of the walking festival at our holiday rental, enjoying sex sessions with my wife. As for his parents, they were happy to be able to stride off without him, taking it for granted that Ryan was again walking the more leisurely routes with us. No doubt they would have been shocked to learn that in reality their son was spending his twenty-second birthday fucking my wife repeatedly, wanting to make the most of a unique opportunity, and fortunately happy for me to watch now, following his initial misgivings.

In the early evening, we were relaxing in the lounge prior to me driving Ryan to the hotel where his parents were treating him to a lavish and expensive birthday meal, not that Ryan was overjoyed at the arrangement!

During our conversation, I remarked that it was a pity the walking festival was over and Ryan and his parents were leaving in the morning, as we still had a few more days in the cottage. While talking, however, I had a thrilling idea. At some point during his time with us, Ryan had mentioned his home town. Realising it would only be a small detour for me to include the town on our journey home, I told Ryan so and invited him to stay on with us.

Looking at the two-seater sofa, Ryan replied that it didn't look at all comfortable to sleep on.

"That will be my problem. You will of course be sleeping with Jan," I told a startled-looking Ryan.

Of course, he was delighted with the plan, as was Jan, but wondered what his parents would say.

I didn't think it would be a problem, as his parents remain convinced that Jan and I are more serious walkers than we actually are. And so it turned out.

When I put the plan to them, telling his parents that we could show Ryan some interesting and challenging walking routes not used during the festival, they were more than happy for him to stay on, even offering to pay their son's expenses for the few days he was with us.

Of course, they had no idea of the smallness of our holiday rental, or they might have wondered where their son would be sleeping.

I collected Ryan from the hotel on Thursday morning, a little earlier than his parents departure time, and assured them his son would get plenty of exercise over the next couple of days with us.

Arriving outside the small cottage, I told Ryan I'd deal with his luggage.

"You go straight in; you'll find Jan waiting in bed for you."

With nary a backward glance Ryan hurried inside, and by the time I carried his luggage in, I could already hear the sounds of lovemaking coming from the bedroom.

Well, Ryan certainly had plenty of exercise during those two days and nights at the cottage, but not through walking as his parents thought, but by an incredible amount of time spent fucking my wife!

As Ryan had pointed out, the two-seater sofa proved completely inadequate for sleeping on, and I soon ended up sleeping on the floor instead while he slept with my wife, a humiliating circumstance that greatly pleased me. Ryan even mocked me at one point when noticing my sleeping arrangements, a far cry from the lad we'd met at the beginning of the week and which added nicely to my sense of humiliation.

Following his two days of rampant lovemaking with my wife, we left for home around 11 a.m. on Saturday, dropping Ryan off at his parents house en route.