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When fantasies coincide. Pt. 12
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
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