Uncle Frank was sleeping easily in his old leather recliner on the veranda of his country residence. Uncle’s Ken and Arthur were sitting nearby playing cards, and my cousin Dennis was oiling a saddle and sweating in the sun on the far edge of the veranda.
Frank was fifty-seven. He was the eldest and most successful of the three brothers. He had started in the stables and worked his way up to begin training racehorses by age thirty. Ken was in advertising and Arthur was a school principal. Dennis, Arthur’s son, was a stockbroker and I, being the son of the little sister of the family, am a mechanic.
About three times a year Frank would invite us men to visit with him, away from the aunties, at his horse spelling property some thirty miles from a small fishing town that had lately begun attracting tourists. The farm was certainly secluded. The vista from the front veranda rolled away over green hills, which ended at a cliff and the inaccessible ocean. A few horses dotted the hills, grazing lazily, and if you sat there all day you might be lucky enough to see a car skim along the cliff road about a mile away.
I stood and had a stretch and yawn, then I strolled down the lane to the stables where my favourite old racehorse was also sleeping. Milo had long since retired. He was only an average racer in his day, and at nine years of age he was just a good riding horse. The caretaker, an old guy named Gus, had brought him in for me that morning.
I saddled Milo, and the first thing was to give him his head for a mile or so. After that little canter he settled to his usual easy walk, and about an hour later we had jumped the fence and were standing on the edge of the cliff.
We stood looking out over the ocean for a while. I think old Milo kind of liked the view as well, and I wondered if he ever jumped the fence of his own accord. It was that kind of day – so slow one’s mind tended to go a bit soft and mushy. After a half hour I asked old Milo if he felt like walking back the short way and I think he nodded.
The road dipped away from the cliff and into a little grove of trees. We entered that and were happily meandering along when all of a sudden we came across a car parked beside the road with its bonnet up, and inside I found a man and a woman both reclined back in the front seats sound asleep.
Old Milo had walked right up alongside, and I was leaning down over the saddle looking in the open window. I guess I should have cleared my throat or something but I didn’t. I just looked the woman over. She was maybe mid to late twenties with straight, blonde hair falling gently over her shoulder. It was lifting a little on the breeze and the ends were caressing the exposed portion of her breasts. She had on a white dress with tiny strings to hold it up, and beneath it her breasts were obviously bare. I watched them rise and fall softly while I strained to make out the texture of her nipples as they pressed against the thin, stretchy fabric.
“Thank heaven!” the guy suddenly exclaimed, and I sat up a bit. He was shuffling from his seat. The girl stirred.
“Morning,” I offered, meeting her sleepy smile and nodding to the guy. “Car problems?”
“Yes, and there’s no phone service!” the guy grumbled.
“No, not out here. How long have you been waiting?”
“Hours!” the girl replied, also emerging from the car, and she accepted old Milo’s snout and gave him a pat.
Fuck, she was gorgeous. I couldn’t quite decide on her heritage – maybe Scandinavian, but her eyes were hinting of a southern European influence. She was tall and slender with delicate yet feminine hips and her breasts, wobbling a little as old Milo nudged against her, were generous though not oversized. I imagined a C-cup, and I leaned over for a better look while she brushed some of Milo’s dribble off her thigh.
The guy was going on about their plight, so I thought I’d better go have a look under the bonnet. Milo had already identified a patch of lush green grass beneath a tree, and he didn’t need to be tied. I slipped down and let him loose then lined up beside the guy poking at the radiator hoses. One of them was split.
“There’s a spare one of those and a cool drink at my uncle’s house,” I suggested.
“Where’s that? I don’t remember the last house we passed,” the guy said, rubbing his brow with his arm and looking anxious.
“See the driveway just up ahead? It’s about a mile back off the road.”
The girl was searching in through the window for something, with her little dress stretching nicely up the back of her thighs, and I followed their smooth lines down to her sandals then back up again before she stood and tilted a bottle of water to her lips.
She knew I was watching her. The guy was still poking at his motor, and she let me look her over. She didn’t meet my eyes, but she placed her water bottle on the roof of the car and turned toward me to reach up and fix her hair. Her dress lifted with her shoulders, and the hem promised to reveal what panties she had on but it didn’t quite lift high enough.
I studied her thighs while she fiddled with her hair. I studied the contour of them – how they curved together but didn’t quite meet, and how they parted again before being concealed beneath her hem. Another half inch and I would have had what I wanted but the guy stepped around from the front of the car and she turned away.
“I’m Matt by the way.” I offered my hand, and the guy shook it and introduced himself and his wife, Catherine. “Shall we go, then?” I suggested.
“I don’t know. Are you sure you can fix it?”
I grinned, walking over to collect Milo’s reins. “Yeah, no problem…. You and I can walk and the lady gets to ride.”
She giggled, blushing a little. “Me! On the horse?”
“Sure! He’s a nice old boy. He’s gentle and I’ll lead him along for you.”
“But I don’t know if I can, in this,” Catherine exclaimed. She was smiling, though, and she was looking up at the saddle.
“It’s okay,” I said, before the husband had a chance to respond. “Just put your foot in my hand and I’ll lift you up.”
She stepped into my hand and I lifted as she clung to the saddle and slipped onto it. “Oh my gosh!” she cried, gripping the horn while old Milo shifted and settled under her.
I got what I wanted. Her dress was too straight and had stretched across her thighs. Her little panties were kind of a soft yellow. I imagined they were thong panties too. There was only a tiny patch of fabric covering her pussy, which was pressed open against the saddle.
I could feel the husband watching me fix the stirrups and check her out. I glanced back at him briefly and met his eyes, but he didn’t say anything, so I slipped beneath old Milo’s neck and went to work on the other stirrup.
The girl watched me too but her eyes averted when I glanced up. I then tied the reins and hooked them over the horn with the knot slipping down to rest against her pussy. She didn’t try to move it. She just clung to the horn of the saddle and sat there blushing.
“Are we ready?” I called to the husband. He was locking the car, and he nodded and came over to fall into step on the other side of old Milo. “So, where are you guys from?” I asked, and we chatted as we walked, exchanging the usual introductory trivia.
Catherine was chatting happily too, and from time to time I would look back and check on her. She sat easily in the saddle, though she maintained her hold on the horn with one hand, and I noticed she’d removed the knotted reins from her crotch, but she was being rocked back and forth against the ridge of leather between her legs and her dress had hiked up around her hips.
The thin yellow fabric of her panties looked like it was glued to her pussy, and I could see it was cutting into her folds. I looked up from it and met her eyes, and she held my gaze that time, and I smiled but she only blushed in reply. Then I looked back down at her little panties and watched her being split against the saddle for a while. All was quiet and I noticed she was checking with her husband. He was walking at Milo’s other shoulder but he could see what I was doing. I met his eyes for a moment and he glanced back to his wife, so I again turned and had a look at her panty covered slit.
“Will we be going back to fix our car right away?” the guy asked me, ending the silence.
“It’d be better to take a tractor and tow it back to the workshop,” I answered, turning back to him again. “I’ll ask my cousin Dennis to go back with you as soon as we have a drink.”
“Your cousin?” Catherine questioned. I hadn’t mentioned anyone other than Uncle Frank.
“Yeah. There’s actually a little group of us up from the city for the weekend. There’s three of my uncles and Dennis. He’s about my age.”
“Oh. I hope they won’t mind us intruding,” Catherine went on a little nervously.
“It’ll be fine. And anyway, I’ll have you on your way again in an hour.”
We walked on quietly and soon arrived at the stable. Catherine waited to be helped down, and I asked her husband to open the gate while I approached beside her. “He’s a nice easy ride isn’t he?” I smiled up at her, touching her back lightly as she lifted her leg over the saddle.
Her little dress had remained bunched at her waist, and from behind I got a look at her bare bottom and the little patch of yellow fabric still glued to her pussy. I placed my other hand upon her hip and guided her down, and she turned and tugged at her hem.
“How old is he?” she asked, patting Milo’s rump and avoiding eye contact with me.
“He’s nine, but that’s pretty old for a horse.”
“And his name’s Milo?” she went on, following me into the stable and stopping beside her husband.
“Used to be Prince Arber when he was racing but it’s just plain old Milo now….” I slipped Milo’s saddle and gave him a rub down then turned him loose in the stable. “Let’s go and have a beer.”
Frank and Dennis were still on the veranda. They smiled as I introduced Catherine and her husband and explained their situation. I went inside to get some beers and poured Catherine’s in a glass. She accepted it gratefully. Her husband was chatting with Frank. He accepted his and drank half of it in one go.
“So, Dennis, can I borrow your flashy new tractor to tow their car back to the workshop?” I asked politely.
“You’re not driving it!” he answered shortly.
“Okay. So, will you do it, then?”
“It will have to be right now. I’m going to town soon,” he explained.
Catherine met her husband’s glance and nodded that she’d be okay, and he and Dennis left immediately.
“Where are Ken and Arthur?” I asked Frank, and he motioned to the workshop. They were strolling up the path and soon mounted the steps to meet Catherine’s smile.
“Hello,” she said sweetly when I introduced them. She was leaning back against the rail, and I stepped over and leaned beside her while my uncles sat facing her. All three were grinning like idiots.
“Is your beer okay?” I asked. She’d hardly taken a sip.
She smiled shyly. “I don’t really like beer.”
“There’s some lemonade,” Arthur offered, and she nodded.
“I’ll drink that,” Ken said and accepted the glass from her.
Frank was looking her over. Her nipples were firm and in the shade they were visible beneath the light fabric, which hugged her tits and her flat little belly quite nicely. I met Frank’s gaze and he winked.
“You got a little sunburn,” I said to Catherine, and I lightly touched the string on her shoulder.
She glanced up at me then at Frank and Ken. “It’s not too bad,” she said, peering down at her chest, which was also slightly reddened.
Arthur returned with her lemonade and she accepted it and sat down in a chair Ken had pulled over for her. I stood leaning against the rail and watched her tits jiggle as she chatted and laughed with my uncles. They were busy chatting her up. Arthur had offered to cook his lasagne and Ken was ready to go to town with Dennis to choose the right wine to go with it. Frank was telling her all about the guest room he had if she and her husband wanted to stay the night. Arthur was currently booked in there but there was no question he’d be happy to vacate.
Catherine asked for the bathroom and excused herself. The tractor was roaring down the driveway so I went to the workshop, and Dennis left me there with the husband. It was a simple job to replace the split radiator hose and it took only fifteen minutes to get the car running again.
“The uncles are trying to talk your wife into staying for dinner and a few drinks,” I mentioned casually.
“And what did she say?”
“Don’t know. I think she was avoiding any commitment until she speaks to you…. Hope you do stay, though. She’s pretty fucking hot…. She’s your wife, isn’t she?”
The guy took a moment to respond. He placed the last of the tools into the toolbox and closed it. He then looked up at me squarely. “Yes, she is my wife. Do you want to try to fuck her?”
“Yeah, maybe. You didn’t seem to mind me looking her over earlier and I was kind of wondering about that.”
“It’s something we’ve talked about,” he went on a little thickly. “I don’t know if she will go through with it, but we were thinking about trying something on this vacation.”
I was taken aback a little with the guy’s openness. “Meaning – you do want me to try getting onto her?” I asked. “I mean, your car’s right there ready to go if you want, but if you’re serious?”
He took another moment, fiddling with the catch on the toolbox. Finally he spoke. “No – I’d like it if you tried to fuck her. Can I have another beer?”
It was mid-afternoon when Dennis and Ken returned from town with supplies. We’d all moved out onto the back deck, which bordered a large saltwater pool with a volleyball net strung across it. Catherine accepted a glass of white wine and settled back in the deckchair she’d claimed. Her husband was on his fourth or fifth beer.
No one was actually swimming, but Frank and I were dangling our feet from the edge of the pool – where we had a good view up underneath Catherine’s legs. Occasionally she would reach for some more crackers, and when she leaned over like that Arthur would sit forward and have a look too. He was sitting in the deckchair beside her.
Her husband brought a bag from their car, and she searched in it for suntan lotion and started rubbing that in. Ken had settled in the deckchair on the other side of her and as usual he was chatting away. Dennis put on some music and when he came out he went straight into the pool.
Frank, Arthur and I just sat quietly watching Catherine’s oily hand smooth over her legs and arms. Her husband then claimed the bottle of lotion and she sat forward while he knelt in behind her. He started with her neck, and her head rocked forward. He looked over at us, and Frank and I both stood and wandered closer. The husband then worked lotion into his wife’s shoulders, and the little strings slipped but her arm closed across her breasts to hold up her dress.
“Are you guys up for a game of volley ball?” Frank asked, and she peered up at us, blushing.
She glanced back at her husband. “I can’t. I didn’t bring anything to wear.”
“What about those pretty little knickers?” Frank asked with a grin, and she went a deeper shade of red.
Dennis had swum over to the edge of the pool and Ken was sitting there, suddenly silent. The husband was peering around at us all and absently rubbing lotion into his wife’s back.
“You don’t mind if she plays do you, buddy?” Frank asked him.
He smoothed his hands over her shoulders and leaned in to her ear. “Do you want to?” he asked a little shakily. “There’s that tank top in the bag you could wear.”
She took a moment to respond, then she looked up at us again. “I’ll need to go and get changed,” she said softly.
Frank’s smile broadened and my cock flexed. The ball was already in the pool and I dived in and lined up on the opposite side to Dennis. Catherine disappeared into the house with a pink top in her hand. Her husband struggled out of his shirt and waded in. Frank tossed his shirt and made that a team of three, and Ken lined up with me. Arthur had never been in the pool as far as I could recall. He did come over a bit closer than usual, though. He sat by the net with his feet dangling in the water.
We tossed the ball around and waited for ten minutes or so until Catherine reappeared in a little top that didn’t quite meet with the waistband of her thong panties. She was smiling and blushing, and we were all either whistling or calling something out to her, but she was in the water pretty quickly.
The game kicked off, and although it was just a bit of fun it was still competitive. The pool was actually built for the grandkids so was only waist deep. The two uncles ended up guarding the back of the court while the rest of us worked the net. And although Catherine looked fine in her wet little top and tiny panties, I was more concerned with winning.
We played for over an hour before we all crawled out of the pool legless, laughing and exhausted.
Arthur had brought a stack of towels, and we milled around the deckchairs drying off and sucking in our drinks. I expected Catherine would wrap her towel around her waist but she didn’t. She laid it over the back of one of the chairs and sat down with her pussy clearly visible through the wet little triangle that covered it.
Arthur had gone inside to begin his dinner preparations and Ken was still floating around in the pool. Dennis, Frank and I were standing around watching Catherine. She was rubbing lotion into her belly while her husband was sitting on the next chair watching as well.
“Why don’t you do that for her?” Frank said to him, and Catherine smiled without lifting her head.
She looked to her husband and he edged down onto his knees. He accepted the bottle and poured some of the oily fluid into his hand then closed it over her belly. He peered up at us, looking around at each of our faces, and then he looked back down at what he was doing. He worked the lotion into her hips and around her sides. He then shuffled a little closer and glanced back up at us again, and Catherine’s chest lifted as he peeled her little top up over her tits.
“Fuck yeah!” Dennis groaned, and her eyes opened and settled upon us.
“Sit up a bit,” her husband said softly, and as she leaned forward he lifted her top off completely.
Her tits were milky white and beautifully exposed against her tanned upper body. If she’d ever been topless before it certainly wasn’t that summer. Her nipples were tight and her tits shuddered a little upon her breath. Her husband had left them for us. He was working more lotion into her legs and had moved back out of the way so we could see properly.
Ken got out of the pool and she peered up at him as he approached. Her husband was looking up at us too and he was feeling for her hips. She then lifted a little as he peeled her panties down and showed her to us fully. There was a tiny strip of finely trimmed hair within the white triangle but it ended above her slit, and that was smooth and bare, and opening to offer a peek at her delicate little folds.
“That’s better,” Frank said, and Catherine smiled through her blush. “Much better,” he went on and he stepped closer and reached down the side of her chair. He released the catch and guided her back to be lying flat. He then got down on a knee and bent to suck in a nipple. Her hand went to the back of his head and with her other she gripped the end of the deckchair. Her eyes had widened at first but as Frank nuzzled into her tit they softly closed.
The husband had been sitting but he stood and backed away to be standing beside me. He looked about as stunned as I was. I certainly wasn’t expecting Frank to try anything like that, and his thick old fingers were suddenly pressing into Catherine’s thigh and working towards her little slit. He forced her legs apart a little and felt up into her. He was spreading her lips and working the tips of his fingers between them while he continued sucking on one of her tits. His other hand was rubbing the bulge in his swimmers.
He peeled his swimmers down and freed his erection. It was thick and curved to one side. His hairy old balls swung freely from the base of it as he got up on his knees between Catherine’s legs. He worked her legs open with his thighs, and he bent to her other tit and sucked half of it into his mouth. Fluid was seeping out of her. He had her wrists pinned above her head and he was mauling her tit while the swollen head of his cock levered above her opening. The fluid was oozing from her folds, and when Frank lowered his body and rolled forward, the head of his cock collected the little dribble and sliced straight into her.
He forced his cock all the way up her and started humping her solidly. He kept hold of her wrists and gripped the side of the chair with his other hand, supporting his upper-body and watching her tits bounce while he fucked her.
Arthur came out to watch and Ken walked around to stand beside him. They were talking between themselves, and Catherine had followed their movements but her eyes returned to settle upon her husband. He was shifting anxiously. I guess he was coming to terms with what was happening, and as Frank surged up between his wife’s legs, he edged a little closer beside them and gathered her top and panties from the end of the chair he’d been sitting on. Frank’s big, hairy frame convulsed. His old balls had contracted up into the base of his cock and were pulsing.
The husband waited until Frank finished and got up, then he took hold of his wife’s arm and lifted her. She was peering around at us. Her eyes were kind of blank, but she looked from one of us to another while her husband wrapped a towel around her, and she was still looking back at us as he shuffled her into the house…..
From Amazon eBook Pretty Wife Agrees to be Gang Banged
Enjoy! – Matt