Between his young bride’s legs….


It was after nine when Celia woke to a knock at the door. She quickly pulled on a singlet and let the waiter in with her breakfast. It wasn’t the usual guy. It was an older man who served her politely and left. After eating she spent an hour walking on the beach. Phillip was waiting when she got back to her room.
“Do you have any special plans today, darling?”
“Not really. What are you guys doing?”
Phillip was sitting in a lounge chair. He guided her to his lap. “Maxwell and Gareth asked me to let them know of anything you would like to do. They would like to be involved. They both wish to have sex with you again today, quite obviously…. Is that okay, darling?”
“Yes…. I was hoping they would,” Celia said into a kiss. “Plus I want to try something else that would be very exciting.”
“Which is – dare I ask?”
“Um…. Well, the thing is my diaphragm is worn out. I can’t use it anymore and have to get a new one…. But I was thinking I’d like to not worry about it until after our honeymoon. I’d like to just be natural and take my chances for a little while.”
“Oh okay. That’s fine, darling…. Pregnancy would not be unwelcome.”
Celia bit her lip. “I know. It’s fine by me too…. But – um – I was thinking of being unprotected with Max and Gareth as well.”
Phillip’s face flushed red. “Oh!”
“I know! What a crazy idea, huh?”
“Yes – quite…. So, why would you want to take such a chance, darling?”
Celia cuddled close, laying her head upon her fiancé’s shoulder and fiddling with his shirt buttons. “I think, because of how perfect these few days have been. It’s been so great doing this – being with other men before our wedding. But I don’t like condoms, and the thought of having sex without my diaphragm is sooo exciting.”
“Do you mean because of the risk of pregnancy?”
“Yes. That and just the fact that it’s so natural to be fully open when a man ejaculates inside – to have no barrier stopping his semen from entering my belly…. I mean – that’s what you’re trying to do isn’t it? That’s why you guys actually ejaculate your gooey stuff and not just leak it out – so it can spurt through a woman’s cervix and into her belly…. But boring old condoms stop it, and so does the silly diaphragm. They spoil all the sexiness.”
Phillip stroked Celia’s hair. “That’s all true, I suppose…. I have to admit it’s an appealing thought – you being taken naturally like that. It adds an edge to what we’ve done so far.”
“Exactly! It’s like, the only bit that’s missing.”
“And how unsafe would it be, darling? How risky in terms of conception?”
Celia blushed, keeping her face hidden. She spoke softly. “I was thinking about that this morning. I’m past the middle of my cycle. I should have already ovulated …. I wouldn’t say this is a totally safe time, exactly – but it’s the only chance we’ve got unless we waited and tried it naturally like this when you bring me here for your uncles.” Celia giggled. “It would be interesting trying it with Uncle Bob with no diaphragm. Talk about direct injection! With his huge dick the head would be poking in my belly and squirting from there.”
Phillip shifted a little in his seat. Celia felt his erection pressing beneath her leg.
He cleared his throat. “So, as I understand the female anatomy, this is a fairly safe point in your menstrual cycle – toward the end?”
“Yes. By the end of this weekend I will definitely be safe. But we’ll be on our cruise by then, won’t we!”
“And our wedding night will still be risky….”
“Uh huh – a little.” Celia lifted her head for a kiss. “Which is only tomorrow night – and we’re going to wait until then, aren’t we? I mean, you and me?”
“Yes, certainly. But if we do this Maxwell and Gareth would be inseminating you beforehand.”
Celia gave another little giggle. “Inseminating sounds very serious.”
“But they would be servicing you, darling – actually mating with you.”
“I guess….” Celia’s blush returned. Phillip often spoke formally and put things in an odd way. The idea of being mated with was tantalising. She imagined being on her hands and knees for that process – the guys mounting her.
Phillip got up to answer a knock at the door. Celia quickly pulled the strings and removed her bikini top and bottoms from the little stretch cotton beach dress she was wearing. The dress was halter-neck and cut low in back, the sides of her breasts exposed. She walked out onto the balcony where the gusty breeze toyed with the skirt. There were two men on balconies of the facing building who were close enough to see her. Her skirt fluttered, and she gathered the fabric and held it up on top of the balcony rail, completely uncovering herself below the waist.
The two men were looking out to sea but both glanced a few times. Then Celia saw another guy up higher with binoculars who was looking right at her. He glanced over the top of them then focused again. She waited, still holding her skirt up while he had a good long look.
Phillip came out and stood beside her, leaning on the rail. He looked up from what she was doing.
“There’s a guy up there with binoculars. I’m sure he’s looking at my pussy,” she explained. “Don’t look at him. Pretend not to notice…. Let him check me out, okay?”
“They offered us a suite. That was the manager from reception. He said one of the penthouses has become available and offered it to us for our wedding night.”
“Oh wonderful. That was lucky.”
“Yeah, I thought you’d like that, darling. It means I can cancel that one across town and we don’t need to leave this building tomorrow…. Ceremony on the gardens, reception in the auditorium, and to our suite via the elevator.”
“Uh huh. That’s perfect.” Celia said, smiling warmly at her fiancé but still holding up her skirt for the man looking at her. She bit her lip. “I want to undress for this man.”
“How? Not out here?”
“No – in the bedroom…. The balcony doors are wide open. He can see in.”
Celia walked around and entered from the balcony. Phillip went through the apartment and watched her from the internal doorway, out of sight. She turned and faced the man with the binoculars, seeing that he was still focused on her.
She glanced back at Phillip. “He’s looking right at me. I hope he likes this….” She lifted the halter-neck over her head and pushed the dress down, letting it puddle at her ankles. She grinned back at her fiancé again. “There’s other guys watching too,” she said, and she stretched and raked her hair back, arching her back and pressing her chest forward for them.
“Are they still looking?” Phillip asked.
Celia turned her back to them. “Yes,” she said, and she bent over and straightened the covers. She crawled up onto the bed and lay on her back with her knees bent up and not quite together. “Should I spread my legs for the guy with the binoculars, Phillip? Would you like me to?”
Phillip was feeling his erection through his pants. “Yes, I’d like that. And I’m sure he will too, darling.”
Celia giggled and opened her legs, raking her inner thighs and biting down on her smile as she watched Phillip’s face. “This is how I’m going to be lying when Max is getting undressed tonight. With my legs already spread for him.”
“I know…. I’ve watched them with you a few times from just outside the door. I’ve seen them between your legs. It’s an image I don’t think I’ll ever forget.”
Celia toyed with her labia, teasing her pussy open. “I wonder how clearly he can see.” She dipped a finger in a little ways and drew moisture, smearing it around. “I think I’m ready for servicing anytime,” she teased her fiancé.
“Maxwell is waiting for me to call and let them know about today. What if we invited them to be with you shortly and again tonight?”
“Twice?” Celia blushed.
Phillip nodded, also blushing. “I’d like to watch the first time. Tonight, they could have you privately.”
That idea instantly appealed to Celia. “I’d agree to that…. I’d like it if they also watched each other. Like for you and Gareth to watch Max fucking me, and then for Max to stay and watch while Gareth does…. Could you three talk about that and work it out? It would be so exciting being taken in front of two other men.”
“Yes, we’ll work it out, darling. They’ll do anything you say. They’re desperate to make the most of this.”
Celia rolled onto her belly, propped on her elbows with her legs slightly apart. Her thighs were slender, her slit fully on display lying like that. She looked up from plucking at the pillow. “We didn’t decide about protection before….”
“I know…. I’ve been considering our discussion…. I think I’m going to agree to it, darling.” Phillip squeezed the bulge in his pants, his erection seeming to lift and firm. “The thought of you carrying their live sperm in your belly for the next 24 hours is indeed exhilarating. I thought a second deposit from each of them tonight would make it even more so.”
“Uh huh,” Celia moaned softly in reply. Her blush deepened. “Twice today would be fun.”
Phillip nodded resolutely. “Okay. It’s a very exciting risk to take on the eve of our wedding. The idea of you potentially in the process of conceiving to one of them while they’re with us making our vows – it’s completely crazy.”
“Mmm – I love it! Call them, Phillip. Tell them to come here and fuck me with this guy watching as well – please!”


Phillip took out his phone.
“Maxwell…. Would you and Gareth like to come up for a short visit right now?”
“Just up to the room – now?”
“To fuck Celia?”
“Yes – that’s right. She has requested that we all watch. I trust that isn’t a problem for either of you?”
“No problem for me, man. I’ll tell Gareth. We’ll be up in a minute.”
“Okay. We’re waiting.”
Phillip put his phone away. “They’re coming up now, darling.”
Celia fingered herself. “I’m so ready.”
Phillip checked on the guy watching. He was still there with his binoculars. From that short distance he would have had a close-up view. From his angle he was looking directly between Celia’s legs. She had her eyes closed, feeling inside of herself with her fingers, her legs bent up and spread. The guy with the binoculars looked up over them. Phillip lifted a hand, and he returned the gesture. There was a knock at the door.
“Can you tell them to just do it, please?” Celia asked softly. “Just one after the other…. I don’t want to discuss anything right now.”
Phillip went to the door and let his groomsmen in. They were both grinning. He stopped them. “She said she wants this without any fuss – no talking – just for each of you to take her and leave. Is that acceptable?”
“Yeah – sure,” Max replied.
Gareth was nodding. “No problem, Phillip…. And she wants us watching, eh?”
“Yes…. She’s well prepared for whoever’s first. The other of you should be ready immediately after.”
They followed Phillip to the bedroom. Celia was biting a lip, her blush colouring her cheeks.
“Do you want to go first?” Gareth asked Max.
Max nodded. Celia looked to him as he knelt on the end of the bed. He looked her over, checking her tits and pussy. “No talking, huh?”
She shook her head, her grin expanding. “But just so you both know – this is going to be without any protection this time. I don’t have my diaphragm in.”
“Okay….” Max said. He pushed his shorts down a little and extracted his cock. Celia watched him massaging it. It quickly firmed. He removed his tee-shirt and lay down on her. “Do you need me to pull out?”
“We’d rather you didn’t,” Celia uttered. “You can keep going and cum inside me anyway…. You both can,” she added, looking to Gareth.
Phillip watched Celia’s face as she was penetrated by their friend’s cock. He entered her easily and began humping immediately. Phillip moved to the balcony doors. Celia’s eyes followed him until Max’s body obscured their line of sight. He watched her being fucked with deep, searching thrusts. He could see their coupling – Max’s engorged penis stretching her open and sliding in and out of her.
Celia gripped Max’s body and cried out just as he tensed and held firmly up her, his buttocks clenched and his balls pressed into her wetness. He held still for a moment then lifted from her. His dick was long and the head was swollen. A strand of semen dangled from it until he wiped it on her groin.
“You ready?” Max asked Gareth.
Gareth had his cock in his hand. It was erect.
“But you have to stay and watch while he has me,” Celia said to Max, her voice soft and sweet.
He smiled. “Definitely!”
She smiled through her blush. Gareth was getting into position. Her pussy was still open. Phillip could see her reddened inner folds, glistening with her lubricating juices and Max’s semen.
Gareth’s cock entered her. He pushed up into her balls deep. “Fuck, yeah,” he groaned, and he humped a few times hard and fast. “Hmm – nice tits, Celia,” he said, humping with another series of short jolts.
“Don’t tease, Gareth!”
Celia had her arms above her head. Gareth was supporting himself over her, and they were watching her tits bounce as he rocked her body, bumping against her spread legs. “Ooh, they’re fucking nice little tits,” he said, glancing to the side at Max.
“I know, man. It’s better with your shirt off – having them squashed against your chest while you’re fucking her.”
“Ohh stop it…. Stop teasing me,” Celia cried, gripping Gareth’s hips and grinding against him. “Oh god,” she cried and squirmed hard onto his cock. “Oh – oh – uhh..hhh,” she moaned wildly and clung to his hips as her body writhed and convulsed.
“Aw fuck yeah…. Ah fuck…. Oh yes – here it is,” Gareth groaned, and he bucked and jammed himself deep into her. “Oh, that’s fucking nice,” he breathed into her hair as he crushed her to him and held firm with his balls pulsing.
Phillip watched their coupling closely until Gareth finished ejaculating and lifted from Celia to sit back. The man with the binoculars was still there. He looked up over them and acknowledged Phillip. He pointed to himself and then at Celia, but Phillip shook his head, and the guy nodded and waved an okay…………………

From Coolomon’s themed Hotwife & Girlfriend Compilation “Between Her Legs”

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