When fantasies coincide.
The beginning.
Both thirty two, we had been married for seven years when Jan told me something that both surprised and excited me. Well, it was more of a confession really. Jan revealed that during our lovemaking, she sometimes fantasised having sex with different guys, sometimes guys she'd met at work, sometimes guys seen on TV, and sometimes simply passers-by on the street or in public places. My wife confessed, blushingly, that her orgasms when fantasising about another guy making love to her during our lovemaking were greater than if she blocked the fantasy figure from her mind.
Although I was shocked that she could have indulged in these fantasies for so long, the last four or five years apparently, without me realising her preoccupation, I was also excited by my wife's 'confession'. You see I had, for several years, entertained wife-watching fantasies, which I now revealed to Jan in my turn.
Following further discussion, I suggested combining our fantasies. Jan could have sex with a guy of her choice while I watched! My wife was excited by the idea of having sex with another guy for real but less enthusiastic about 'doing it' in my presence, saying she wouldn't be able to relax.
No problem I told her, to begin with you could have sex with a guy during one of your trips away. Jan attends conferences and also travels for business purposes in connection with her work, most of which necessitate nights away.
"Simply tell me all about it when you get back," I told my wife, adding. "Actually, thinking about it, I find the idea of being cuckolded by some guy an exciting one in itself so if you do go with someone, make sure they think it's happening behind the back of an unsuspecting husband."
Little more was said, but with a conference coming up in 3 weeks, I hoped for success.
The March Conference.
Colin, twenty-four.
On the day of my wife's departure, I noticed she packed some sexy underwear, including stockings and suspenders! I didn't say anything about it, but the knowledge made me hopeful that something would happen during her three nights away.
Jan rang me on the evening of her first day away, as she does each evening whenever she's away from home, and I could tell by her tone of voice that my wife was excited about something. My own sense of excitement grew while listening to her news.
The first day was, as usual, an informal get-to-know-one-another session, during which she made the acquaintance of a guy called Colin. Later, on entering the dining room of her hotel for the evening meal, she found it crowded with the only available seats at Colin's table. Seeing her looking around, he promptly waved Jan over.
Cutting a long story short, the 'charming and highly attractive Colin,' Jan's description, 'flirted with me outrageously' throughout the meal. The upshot was that she'd agreed to meet him in the bar for a drink after a quick visit to her room to freshen up. Colin would almost certainly make a pass at Jan with a view to bedding her, my wife told me, adding that he'd already squeezed her thigh a couple of times under the table and commented about the suspender located there!
"So it's decision time for you, my love," Jan finished off. "What do you want me to do?"
"Go to bed with the guy, of course, and relate all the intimate details when you get back."
And that was that. I went off to bed later feeling 99% certain that Colin would make me a cuckold and, not surprisingly, didn't sleep very well, with excited thoughts racing through my mind.
The following day, Tuesday, passed with painful slowness but eventually the evening came, and I awaited my wife's usual phone call on tenterhooks, keen to hear what had happened the previous evening. Jan's call, when it came, was brief and to the point.
