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”

eBook hot-scene compilations…

She Swallows

I want to be frank and honest here. I write erotic books to give readers something to stimulate their imagination while masturbating. Stroke stories, to put it bluntly. Differing from internet porn only in that you can do a little more developing characters with literature, and that the scene takes place in your head rather than on your screen. But yes – something to rub one out to…. For men and women equally.

And based on that, there are two situations I would like to cater to: the long slow build-up, and the quickie…. The several hours of reading time that would compare to watching a full-length, high quality erotic movie, and the 20 minute end-of-a-busy-day unwind session before going to sleep.

I have published 30+ titles that each offer hours of slow build-up reading. I’m now putting together a Compilations series that offers the quick fix alternative.

These compilations are 2000-4000 word comprehensive scenes with a bit of background and lead-in to the main event. Each book is themed so a reader can pick what kind of ‘main event’ they feel like tonight.

Downblouse & Topless Teasing

Blowjob & Cum Swallowing

Missionary Position

Doggy Style

Felt-up and Fingered

Eaten to Orgasm

And so on…..

I’m thinking these books of compiled single topic scenes might be an appealing alternative to buying a whole series of books. Especially since the majority of my readers use the Kindle Unlimited option and just borrow the book to read. Having read the stories, it could be fun to recap the hot scenes from time to time – to have them catalogued and easy to access.

The 2nd book in this Compilations series is out now and available to buy or borrow from Amazon: “She Swallows for him” is all about hotwives and girlfriends pleasuring their lovers. The first 2 cum swallow scenes are available to read in the “Look Inside” free sample on the book page.

Featuring Downblouse and Topless….

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This is just about my favourite thing – cleavage, side-boob, under-boob, see-through, braless, open-shirt, down blouse, down dress…. You name it. The sexily subtle showing of breasts absolutely does it for me. So I write about it. A lot. And I was looking at the way many authors/publishers of eBooks offer box sets, grouping a bunch of books together and selling for a bargain price, but I figured that wasn’t quite for me. Then I thought of the way it’s done with porn clips – compilations of your favourite thing. Which is more like what I wanted to do.

So here’s my first attempt at an eBook ‘compilation’. If it appeals to readers, I’ll do more 🙂

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A compilation of some of the hottest downblouse and topless scenes from the works of Matt Coolomon. Cut and pasted into one volume, this is all about a man’s wife or girlfriend showing her breasts to other men. Subtly flashing them. Or downright exposing them.

Presented like a cum-shot reel, these 12 sizzling hot scenes each give just enough background and lead-in to immerse you into the action. Enough to get to know the sweetly submissive wife or girlfriend before she shows you her assets.

Please note: all scenes are available in other published novels and novellas.
Anny daring to do it at the river, from ‘Young Wife gets a Sensual Massage’.
Eve and the guy next door playing with the hose, from ‘Wife Shared at the Lake’.
Mia with the old guy at the beach, from ‘Wife Tries Oral at a Party’.
Tamika doing her housekeeping, from ‘Wife Offered to the Houseguest’.
Natalie teasing the old landlord, from ‘Wife Shared with Dirty Old Men’.
Teen Catherine daring to at the beach, from ‘Daughter Seduced by Older Men’.
Sara in her new little black dress, from ‘Married Couple Visit a Swinger Club.’
Catherine plays strip with the guys, from ‘Pretty Wife Seduced by the Bad Boy.’
Justine climbing the mountain trail, from ‘Young Wife Shared on a Desert Island’.
Annabelle accidentally at the truck stop, from the hotwife novel ‘Nature’s Game’.
Angela and her sister in the pool, from ‘Girlfriend Agrees to Sex with his Buddies’.
Miranda with the guy at the beach, from series bestseller ‘All Night Long’.

The sisters in the pool…

Suddenly Tanya grabbed Angela’s bikini top. She had the string pulled over her head, and she lunged away, pulling it from her completely. Angela squealed and covered her breasts with her arm, instinctively sinking low in the water while her sister climbed out of the pool twirling her top around teasingly. She threw it onto Angela’s dress, which was on a chair near the back door of the house. “I’m first in the shower,” Tanya called back cheekily and went inside.
Mr Peters was whistling. Then he stopped. Angela waited. She knew he was still there. It was a paling fence, and she could see him through the cracks. Her heart was thumping, her cheeks on fire. She waited several minutes, then she lifted slightly until her breasts were exposed above the level of the water. She was facing the fence but turned her head away, letting Mr Peters look at her. She raked her hair back, gathering it and wringing it out, standing fully and remaining facing the fence. She suddenly felt calm, or at ease at least – her heart was still thumping, but she was more excited than nervous.
Mr Peters stepped up onto something and looked over the top of the fence. “Hello there, Angela,” he said, smiling broadly. “I noticed Rex has been trying to dig under the fence down the back…. It’s Missy – I think she might be on heat. He wants to talk to her about that, I suspect.”
“Oh!” Angela blushed. She had covered her breasts with her arm again.
Mr Peters looked down at her chest. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to….”
Angela nodded. “Um…. What should I do – about Missy?” She felt a wave of excitement gush over her as she lowered her arm.
The old man’s eyes flashed down and up quickly. He cleared his throat. “Err…. Nothing to do – I’ll just keep Rex on his chain for a few days?”
Angela’s breasts were pure white, a distinct triangle of milky skin against her golden tan. Her dark nipples were of course tight from the cool water.
“I’ll just – um….” She motioned to her clothing and waded from the pool to get her top. She had her back to the old neighbour at that point, but as she undid the knots in her bikini top she turned a little so he could see her breasts again. The knots had been pulled tight. The stitching was stretched and one string was almost broken. If she put the dress on it would stick to her wet skin. There was a towel on the clothes line, so she hurriedly got that and wrapped it around herself.
“I’m so sorry to disturb,” Mr Peters offered sincerely.
“No, that’s fine.” Angela blushed as she approached the fence again. “We were being silly and my sister pulled my top off. It’s our own fault, Mr Peters.”
He grinned. “Good…. I wasn’t exactly sorry, truth be told.”
Angela kept the edge of the towel in place above her breasts while dabbing at her wet hair with the other edge. She knew Mr. Peters quite well, or at least thought she had done. He was always chatty – this time going on about car theft in the neighbourhood and the rising council taxes.
“Okay – so, we’ll also keep Missy chained up today and tomorrow, and we’ll see after that?”
“Thanks, love. Enjoy your party, and don’t worry about noise if you have loud music. I was young once too. You just have fun.”
“Okay. Thanks, Mr Peters.”
Angela put Missy on her chain and filled her water bowl. She tidied up around the pool and checked her bikini top again. She could probably fix it with a needle and thread. She had another in her bag that would do for the weekend.
Mr Peters was sitting on his back deck. His chair was facing where Angela was standing. She could feel him looking at her. Her blush fired up at thought of what she was about to do. She couldn’t imagine why, but she undid her towel and dropped it on the chair. Her dress was inside-out, so she had to fix it before putting it on. She lifted her head and met Mr Peters’ eyes over the top of his sunglasses. She looked down at herself then back up at him. With her hands at her waist, she waited while he had a good long stare at her naked breasts. She glanced down at them then met his gaze again.
“Nice,” he said. “I’d better keep a watch out over the weekend if you girls are going to be bathing topless.”
“Okay,” Angela said, smiling through her blush. Then with a flash of cheek and courage she added, “But no filming us, Mr Peters.”
His eyes widened. “I see. You’ve been snooping, have you?”
Angela pulled her dress on and ran inside, tossing a smile back over her shoulder as her only response.


Then the sisters together in the pool the next day.

They got changed into bikinis and went for a swim. Getting on 4.30, Mr Peters had not appeared in his yard or on his deck. The girls were disappointed, about ready to give up when a car pulled into the garage.
“That’s him,” Angela said excitedly.
“But what if he doesn’t come back out?”
He was walking inside. “Hi, Mr Peters!” Angela called.
He turned and smiled. “Oh hello, girls! How are we today?”
Tanya squeezed Angela’s hand under the water. They were both sitting on the step with the water lapping at their shoulders.
“Hi, Mr Peters!” Tanya called out too.
“We’re fine,” Angela said. “It’s a beautiful day.”
“Yes – I’m coming back out to enjoy…. I’ll just put my groceries away.” He ducked inside.
“Are you ready?” Angela asked her sister. “I’m going to.” She tugged the knot behind her back and pulled her top off. Tanya did the same. The pool was right by the fence. “Let’s sit up higher so he can see us,” Angela said, and she floated up two steps until the water was only to her waist. Tanya joined her there. They both put their bikini tops on the step behind them.
The back door of Mr Peters’ house slammed, and a moment later his head bobbed over the fence. His eyes widened. “Oh hello!”
Angela giggled, her tits jiggling. She looked down at them then back up. He looked from hers to Tanya’s. “Very nice,” he said, grinning. “I’m going to watch you from my chair. Just ignore me.”
“Okay,” Angela replied sweetly.
Mr Peters’ deck was raised, giving him a view down into the pool. Angela floated around on her back, showing off for him. Tanya did too, her little peaks sticking out of the water quite proudly. Tanya got out and sunbathed for a little while before leaving Angela there to start dinner.
Angela got out and dried off. She had a short cotton beach wrap she had brought out to the pool. Mr Peters was looking at her over his sunglasses. His head was raised and he was watching her closely. She faced away from him and put the wrap on, leaving it untied. She then blushed to herself and pulled her bikini pants down. She wrung them out and placed them on the arm of a chair. She then wrung her hair, and she turned to face the old neighbour with her arms raised like that.
“Yeah – that’s nice, love,” he said low and sensually.
Angela looked down at the wrap opened over her breasts and at her shaved pussy. She peered up at him, biting her lip.
“Come closer,” he said, approaching the fence.
She shook her head. “No, this is close enough.”
He nodded. “You have a beautiful body, Angela.”
Tanya came back out, so Angela tied her wrap. “Mr Peters said we have beautiful bodies, Tan…. He has an interesting body too, doesn’t he?”
Tanya giggled. “Oh yeah. He sure does.”
Mr Peters chuckled. “So, you naughty young ladies have been watching your uncle’s porno clips, eh?”
Angela nodded, eyebrows raised.
“We sure have, Mr Double D,” Tanya replied boldly.
He frowned in question, glancing down at his big round torso. “I know I have some man boobs but at my age…. And they’re not quite double D, are they?”
“Wrong double D,” Tanya teased him.
“Tanya!” Angela scolded.
“Why? He’s cool, aren’t you, Double D?”
He shook his head in confusion.
Angela huffed. “Think of another two words starting with D, Mr Peters.” She pointed down suggestively.
“Oh!” His eyes lit up with mirth. ”Ah yes – I’ve been called that a time or two…. Very clever there, young Tanya.” He had a bit of a laugh. “So, you girls are impressed? Not bad for an old timer, eh?”
“I think your clips are hot, Mr Double D,” Tanya declared. “Vera’s hot too. You go get her!”
He chuckled some more. “I will. Thank you….”
“Dinner’s going to burn,” Tanya said. “Jack called. They’ll be home soon.”
“Okay. I’m coming in.”
Tanya rushed inside. Angela faced the old neighbour, still smiling over the fence. “Those clips ARE hot. I can’t believe you do that with Uncle and Vera.”
“We’ve been doing it for years – once in a while.”
Angela nodded. She had known Mr Peters for so long, since she was little. She felt comfortable talking with him. “We’ve been doing stuff like that this weekend. I’m trying to decide if I should sleep with another guy – with my fiancé’s permission.”
The older man nodded. “Tricky,” he said. “Things won’t be the same after.”
Angela glanced down, fiddling with her wrap tie. “Maybe that’s not a bad thing.”
“I see…. I’m old and alone, so I wouldn’t want to give relationship advice.”
Angela approached the fence. There was a barbeque at the end of an awning. She leaned back against it. “Don’t you dare tell Uncle about any of this, Mr Peters.”
“I won’t, love. You can trust me to be discrete. I’m nothing if not discrete.”
“Okay,” Angela uttered, blushing again as she released the tie at her waist and opened it a little, exposing her nipples and everything below the waist. “This is so exciting…. I noticed in the clips you are always undoing Vera’s clothes and looking at her body. It’s almost as sexy as when you’re making love to her.”
“It is sexy, isn’t it? I go to a nudist beach quite often. I’ve been involved with a naturalist group for many years. It’s where I met Vera. We dated a few times before she met your uncle.”
“Oh that’s interesting…. So, Uncle is involved in the group too?”
“Oh yes! He always comes along to the camp with me. We’ve been regulars for the past few years now.”
“Oh really! I think that would be amazing, going to a nudist camp. It must be so exciting.”
“Say the word, Angela. We’d be happy to take you and Jack along anytime. We meet monthly – it’s on a private property with pools and a tennis court, also a lovely natural stream and some forest for bushwalking. It feels wonderful walking in a forest in hiking boots and not a stich of clothing.”
Mr Peters laughed. Angela did too. “What if it was just me, and not Jack – would that be okay?”
“Of course…. And discretely too if you prefer.” He looked down at Angela’s pussy. She followed his gaze, waiting. “I enjoy the fashion with you younger girls, trimming and shaving your – pussy? Can I say pussy? I don’t wish to sound crude or brash.”
Angela smiled. “Pussy is fine.”
“And tits?” the older man asked with grin. “I think the big old ones are more so bosoms. Those are tits, aren’t they?”
“Yes, these are tits.” Angela giggled. “I don’t think they qualify as bosoms either. We don’t really use that word much these days.”
“Oh I see…. I’m out of touch with most things fashionable, but like I was saying, this fashion of trimming or shaving your pussy – it’s very appealing. It’s exciting to be able to see your actual slit like that – that very enticing place where a woman opens sexually. It’s quite arousing for a man just looking at you displayed like that.”
Angela’s blush fired up. She was tingling all over as he tilted his head to study her pussy.
“Have you been letting the guys see you like this? Is this part of your experimentation this weekend?”
“Not yet…. It’s only been kissing and some touching so far. With clothes on…. Well, underwear at least down below,” Angela explained.
“Hmm – and the guys are happy with that? They wouldn’t be content with kissing and no further…. Well, no further entry – if I can put it like that.”
“Entry? What do you mean?”
Mr Peters shook his head. “Well, the thing about men, love – we all want the same thing when it comes to sexual play. These guys – these friends of yours – their MOTIVE is to enter you…. That is to say – put inside of you their tongues, in your mouth or elsewhere, their fingers in your pussy, and if possible, their penises, in either of those places, or even from behind…. The point is, if the game is sex – their objective consciously or sub-consciously, is to put things inside of you.”
“Um…. They’ve been putting their tongues in my mouth often enough,” Angela said. “Like that?”
“Yes, like that – if that’s all you allow. But beyond all of those insertion tactics, their ultimate motive is to put inside you their genetic material – their seed. This is what they are programed to do. We are like robots, love – we are imprinted with a very basic program. Just like Rex there whining at the fence because a female is on the other side – one he wishes to insert his appendage into and deposit his genetic material.”
Angela smiled. “You mean like you always want to do with Vera?”
Mr Peters chuckled. “Precisely, love – precisely!”
“And you think all these guys have a one track mind like that too?”
“Oh no. I’m sure they are all complex, well rounded people.” He grinned. “But with you looking like that, and sex being the name of the game – oh yes – they will have a one track mind to see to it that you are well serviced, Angela. This is where your kissing and touching through clothes will lead if you allow them to have any say at all.”
“I’d better go,” Angela said, motioning over her shoulder.
The old man’s eyes lowered to her body. She waited another moment. He didn’t look back up, just stared at her pussy and then her tits. “I’ll think about the nudist camp idea,” she said softly as she opened her wrap more fully. “It’s an intriguing thought – especially with my uncle….”
“You would be very welcome, love. There aren’t a lot of younger women involved with the group. It’s about nature and freedom, but sex is the most basic aspect of human nature, so the men would enjoy looking at you like this. All of them would – including your uncle…. If I know Mike at all, he’d enjoy getting a look at you completely nude, love. Especially if your slit was shaved bare like that.”
Angela’s blush fired up. “I always keep my pussy lips shaved…. I suppose I could wax completely if you dirty old men wanted me to.”
“Oh yes we certainly would, love. And those lovely slender thighs – you must display nicely from behind too. Just lying around or sleeping. There’s room for you to stay in our little cabin if it’s only yourself. With us men we usually dress indoors but we would definitely be changing that particular rule for you.”
“Hmm…. Well, I’m going to need some more practice by the sound of it, so I’ll undress again for you tomorrow if you like, Mr Double D,” Angela teased, and she left him there and picked up her bikini and towel, tossing a smile back over her shoulder as she walked inside with her wrap floating behind on the breeze…………..

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A sweet young wife on her knees servicing two older men….

Nature 11

Annabelle senses a presence and rolls her eyes aside to see Michael watching from through the open door and down the few stairs. He’s examining her crotch again. He climbs the steps and closes the door behind him, the narrow corridor thrown into semi-darkness.
“Hey, man,” Paul says to him.
“Hey,” Michael echoes and moves close beside Annabelle, looking down at her face. He places a hand upon her belly and strokes her hair from her neck with his other hand. Paul kisses Annabelle’s ear and whispers, “Is this alright?”
Annabelle gulps and sucks in a nervous breath. “Um…. I um….” The older man lifts her chin and presses his lips to hers. She’s stunned but responds a little. Paul feels a breast. She gulps again and lifts her head away from Michael. “But just like we talked about,” she says to Paul. “Not um….”
“I know…. Just oral,” he breathes into her neck and sucks on her tender skin there – his big hand kneading her breast more firmly now.
Michael touches her chin, turning her to face him, and he covers her mouth with his more insistently. Paul kisses her shoulder and slips her cardigan from her arms, trailing kisses down her back and side as he kneels and lifts her skirt to suck hard on her upper groin. The older man kisses beneath her chin and sucks on her neck. He’s undoing her blouse. He opens it and gropes her breasts while returning his kisses to her neck. Paul lifts one of her legs and shoulders beneath it. Annabelle grabs his head as she rocks back against a wall. Michael pulls up her bra and covers a tit with his mouth. Paul nuzzles her pussy through her panties, pressing with his nose and sniffing deeply to draw the scent she can smell herself right then. He bares his teeth and nips her. Her lower body convulses and she lets out a little squeal. Michael lifts and covers her mouth with his again and Paul stretches aside the crotch of her panties and breathes on her exposed pussy.
Annabelle’s eyes are wide in the near dark but they roll back in her head. She can’t quite identify all the sensations. Her right nipple is being firmly tweaked. There’s the tongue of a man old enough to be her father swirling around hers inside her mouth. She thinks there’s a finger pressing around her clit, parting her folds to isolate it – or it could be the tip of Paul’s nose doing that. It feels like his breath is the thing cooling her down there. The chill is of wetness and air movement and it’s dripping from her pussy down her leg. She can distinctly feel the trail of that dribble now but suddenly it is being licked – the warmth and coarseness of a tongue traveling up her inner thigh, and she shudders a breath into the older man’s mouth as the tongue slices directly through the centre of her opening.
“Aw fuck that’s wet,” Paul groans into her down there, and Annabelle’s belly immediately clenches in mild orgasm. The sudden little climax grips and thumps through her, seemingly urging Paul on, as he parts her folds with a thumb and forefinger then gets in under her to cover her pussy with his mouth and tongue her deep.
“Uhh…hhh….” Annabelle moans and clings to two handfuls of his hair while mashing her gash against his whiskery face. Her peak has passed now though. The tongue inside of her has pushed it deeper into her belly where it’s building with more substance as the two men continue to eat her against a wall.
Annabelle is pleased that the older man has stopped kissing her mouth and is now focused on her breasts. She needs the clear head space to concentrate on what’s happening inside her pussy – a long thick finger has been inserted and is moving in and out. The mouth of the man down there is pressed over her clit and the sensations centred there are a combination of sucking and lashing with a broad or pointed tongue.
The older man’s hand travels down the back of her panties and his bony fingertips probe past her anus and into the base of her vagina. This seems to release a flood of her juices because she suddenly feels a trickle run down past her knee. Those fingertips only ply and tease her open though, while the other finger spearing in and out of her has curled back to massage her G-spot.
The two men work Annabelle relentlessly until her entire body is a mass of nerve endings that explode and have her convulsing and crushing the head in her hands against her pussy. “Uhh…uhh…uhh…” she pants with each contraction deep in her belly and extending the length of her vagina to throb against the fingers now holding firm inside of it.

She extracts the huge penis from her mouth and kisses her way down to the man’s balls. They’re heavy in her hand. She lifts them gently and moans as she sucks on the left one.
Paul smooths her hair from her face and tilts his head to watch her. “You like them?”
“Yes,” Annabelle tells him. “I love them – they’re so huge.” She peers from one man to the other, their features just distinguishable in the dimness of the corridor. She moves from Paul’s left ball to his right one. It’s sweaty with his musk and a bit too hairy, but she hums softly as she takes the full side of it into her mouth and sucks and massages with her tongue. She then nuzzles them both, allowing them to rest upon her face and over her nose and eyes. “Mmm – I just love the feel of them,” she utters and resumes kissing and licking them. The scent of him is strong underneath at the base of his sac. She nuzzles between his bulging thighs and licks more of his ball sweat, sucking the loose skin then licking her way up the side of his shaft. She lowers it and squeezes, milking a dribble of semen then sucking the head into her mouth. She peers up at the two men again and bobs her head. The older man is stroking his cock. She rolls her eyes to it then peers up at him again.
“Are you ready for another load?” he asks her.
Annabelle releases Paul’s cock and turns to face Michael with her mouth open and her tongue extended in readiness. He snarls and grits his teeth, his hand vibrating on the end of his dick. He shifts forward and positions the head then pushes it down against Annabelle’s tongue and snarls again as his semen spurts in heavy ropes into her mouth.
Annabelle swallows the pool of stringy goo and takes the narrow head of the man’s cock into her mouth and holds it there. She cups his balls. They’re quite small compared to Paul’s. They’re completely hairless though, and smooth and loose in their sac. Michael holds her hair aside as she gets in under him and gathers one of his nuts with her tongue, softly sucking the whole thing into her mouth and crushing her hand between her thighs as the powerful scent of him washes through her.
“That’s it – the other one too,” he encourages her. “Ooh yeah – suck on it,” he snarls. “You fucking love that, don’t you?”
“Uh huh….” Annabelle utters as she lets that ball pop from her mouth. “I love what you men make inside these…. I wish I could have it all in my belly instead of having to swallow it.”
“And we want to pump it into your belly too – don’t worry about that,” Michael says, including Paul with a chuckle.
“Yes – but you can’t…. I’m not allowed and it wouldn’t be safe for me anyway.” Annabelle licks the older man’s balls and kisses them, peering up at him watching. “Plus I didn’t know I was going to have to swallow yours as well…. I don’t know how I’m going to explain this to my husband.”
Michael shrugs. “Serves the guy right if he doesn’t satisfy you himself.”
“Don’t say that,” Annabelle protests but has to squeeze her hand between her thighs again as the man’s words flutter in her belly. She kisses her way back up the underside of his cock. She takes the head into her mouth while gazing up at him.
He touches the back of her head and holds her while slowly rocking forward. He does his snarling grin. “Yeah, the husband’s obviously not enough man for her eh, Paul?”
Annabelle’s blush rises and she clamps her thighs tighter while her fingertips slip inside. She bobs back and forth, sucking the resurgent cock in her mouth.
“I say he’s a good guy though – letting us play with his wife,” Paul tells his friend. “Maybe not quite man enough but…. Lucky us!”
Michael chuckles, the hand on the back of Annabelle’s head relaxing and he strokes her hair. “I need an hour to build up again, okay?”
Annabelle takes his fully erect cock from her mouth and squeezes against the flex of the shaft. She swallows and takes a breath. “Okay, but don’t make fun of my husband,” she utters and tilts beneath to kiss his balls again. She licks between and all around them, letting them roll over her nose and face while drawing the heady scent of such a mature man into her senses.
Michael continues stroking her hair while she nuzzles and smooches. “Alright, no more making fun of your hubby, but only if you promise not to cross your legs at this bar we’re going to for lunch.”
Annabelle glares up, stopping what she’s doing. “What bar…………….?”

This short excerpt is from the eBook “Shared Wife Annabelle: Nature’s Game”.

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Nature's Game 3

Annabelle gives her husband an excited look as he opens her door. Luke gets into the driver’s seat and buckles up. Annabelle is watching his face. “I chickened out,” she says.
“Chickened out?”
“Yes, I put on panties…. I could easily take them off later, but I just felt too naked in this dress. It’s pretty short.”
“That’s okay, baby. You still look hot. Can still see your tits – like, that you’re braless.” Luke gives his wife’s breast a little squeeze as he drives. She covers his hand with hers and checks around. He lowers his hand to her thigh and rests it there. “What else have you fixed up to wear – any more short skirts or dresses?”
“No, but I tried on the skirts I bought for work before and I think they’ll be fine. They’re about the same length as this dress, so way shorter than my usual ones, but I’ve seen shorter around the building…. Plus there are quite a lot of nice looking guys who I could start dressing for a little bit.” Annabelle is still watching Luke’s face. “A few of the ones who often say hello to me are really tall and obviously work out.”
“Oh yeah? They just say hello?”
“Well, they like chatting of course. The ones I like are mostly just fun.”
“Anyone in particular?” Luke asks warmly, squeezing his wife’s thigh.
Annabelle takes a breath. “There’s a guy I was thinking of when I bought the skirts. He’s in my building but I don’t see him all that often…. He’s really huge in the shoulders and chest – almost like a body builder but not one of those pumped up ones – more natural looking…. Plus he does more than just smile – he lets me know he’s looking.”
“Wow, baby, I never knew anything like that…. I mean I know guys check chicks out all the time, but I never really thought much about it.”
“Well, yes it does happen all the time, Luke. It’s nothing unusual, and lots of women play up to it.”
“Right. Of course…. And you want to with this body builder guy?”
“Um yes – with the others as well, but especially with him – now that we’ve started this…. I was thinking of getting one of those contour bras in white and maybe undoing my blouse a little bit next time I have to deliver anything to his office.”
“And let him have a look?” Luke groans, lifting to feel a breast again.
“Uh huh – unless I chicken out of doing that too…. Mmm – if I could do everything I fantasize about I’d be able to just undress completely for him – right there in his office.”
“Aw fuck,” Luke groans, glaring from the traffic for as long as he can.
“And then he pulls me onto his lap, and I can’t even imagine after that,” Annabelle goes on.
“Wow that’s some fantasy, baby.”
“I know and it’s so real…. I even get wet at work from him, Luke. Right in the middle of the office with everyone around and I’m supposed to be working.”
Luke nods. “What’s his name?”
“Paul Jamison. He’s a bit older – about 40, I think.”
“And what about the others – any of them that old too?”
Annabelle shakes her head. “No, more so our age…. I don’t usually think much about older men – except this one.”
“And he has his own office? There’s no one else around when you drop stuff off to him?”
“No it’s a private office, except for the door being open of course, and sometimes the secretary is there and I don’t even get to go in at all.”
“Okay, so this really has been going on for a long time, baby…. You’ve been fantasising about this older man and like bigger guys in general?”
“Well, yes, but everyone has their fantasies, don’t they? I’m not even sure how we got this far into talking about mine…. Or even if we should be talking about this.”
“No – it’s good. I’m glad we’re talking like this. I think it’s the right thing – being this open with each other.”
“Yes usually, but even with me and other men? Are you sure you’re okay with it, Luke? Doesn’t it make you angry at all?”
Luke takes a moment. He doesn’t have a ready answer for this. “I’ve been thinking about how it would be if this was totally natural…. It’s like if we were in nature and some huge dude wanted you, I’d be forced to stand back and let him – simply through physical size. And I’m sure that’s what turns women on deep down – the idea of the guy’s physical power and the feeling of being dominated by him. I mean, if it was nature with no society and law you wouldn’t have any more choice than me, baby. He’d just take you anyway. You’d be getting raped by more powerful men than me all the time and I’d just have to stand there and watch.”
Annabelle’s blush has lifted again. She’s looking directly ahead and shaking her head slowly. “Raped by them? I don’t know about that.”
“Well, you’d probably feel the same way as you seem to now and be turned on by them. Which means you would probably be quite submissive anyway if it was a strong enough guy. And I’d just have to get used to watching bigger men taking you in front of me…. But that would be in a totally natural and primitive situation, and we’re a long way above that kind of stuff as civilised humans.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Annabelle responds softly. “That all sounds logical but that isn’t how things really work, is it? I mean we fall in love and get married. It’s not like the wild animals.”
Luke squeezes his wife’s hand in her lap. “I know, baby. I’ve just been trying to figure out how I feel and why this has been so exciting for me…. I just think that maybe some of those instinctive things are still in us deep down, and maybe they influence how we react a little bit – in the way we get turned on.”
“Oh okay. That’s good then. It’s always best to understand why we feel the way we do.”
“I know, and I think it’s more complicated for me, baby. I think with you it’s just that basic physical power and attraction. But with me it’s kind of like being the less physical male is a truth somehow – like it’s hard to step aside and see the bigger guy getting his way, but it’s also good in that it’s just natural deep down…. It’s definitely exciting, and I think it’s that jealous yet accepting mix that creates the intensity.”
“Wow, Luke, you really have been thinking about this, haven’t you?” Annabelle has turned to face Luke with a warm smile now. “That all makes good sense to me.”
“Hey, I’m just trying to figure out why I like the idea of other guys checking you out. There’s no need to think about it too much – it just feels exciting…. I’m so glad you’ve been taking up the hems on your skirts. You’ve got great legs – especially with the sexy gap between your thighs.”
“Hmm, I know! I love my thighs,” Annabelle agrees, smoothing her hands down them. “And I like my thigh gap. Thanks to mum for that.”
“It makes it easier to see all the way to what these guys are really interested in, baby. All the way up to it if your skirt’s short enough.”
“Oh yeah? And what exactly are these guys really interested in?” Annabelle challenges.
Luke returns her smile but is overpowered by a more serious notion. “Well, they want to see your tits of course, but their real interest is in your pussy…. Ultimately to fuck you no doubt – if they ever got the chance.”
“Hmm – just like in nature, huh?” Annabelle is biting down on her smile now. “Or to pretend and play games about that….”
“Exactly!” Luke glances and nods. “That’s perfect, baby – to play games about these deep down natural feelings…. That’s exactly what this is, isn’t it?”
“Yes, and only as a game, right? Not to ever go past playing.”
“Oh yeah definitely. There’s no way I’d ever want this to go further than just looking and teasing. That was hard enough to watch with that first guy, and there’s no way I was waiting for him to try and actually touch you.”
“Good,” Annabelle agrees firmly. “I like the idea of them looking at me and a little bit of flirty talk or whatever, but I only want to fantasize about anything more than that…. Fantasies are safe. The safest sex there is.”
“Yeah, and the guy gets to fantasize too, so all’s fair in that.”
“Mmm….” Annabelle peers smiling from where she has legs tucked up sideways in her seat. “I like the thought of a guy with a really huge one fantasizing about fucking me with it.”
Luke looks at her legs then up to meet her eyes. She checks her legs too. He squeezes one, feeling down her inner thigh. She holds his wrist as he rubs further and touches the crotch of her panties. They’re damp. He pulls the elastic edge aside and his fingers slice into her. He swallows hard and glances at her face. She squirms her thighs together, crossing them and pushing against his arm.
“When we get to this bar, would you like to walk in separately – maybe to sit at the bar alone?” Luke asks.
Annabelle shakes her head. “You have to stay with me or I’ll chicken out…………………”

This short excerpt is from the eBook “Shared Wife Annabelle: Nature’s Game”.

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Girlfriend felt up in the back seat….

sexy beauty relax on sea

Evan guides young Lisa with a hand upon her back. She scoots across the seat next to George. He helps her find the seatbelt. “It’s tricky,” he says and searches beneath her for it. She lifts, and he quickly gathers the skirt of her dress in back so when she sits, her bottom is bare on the leather seat. He then clips the seatbelt across her, and both men tug the skirt of her dress from beneath and straighten it carefully across her thighs, inched up slightly. Trent – Lisa’s teenage neighbour – is watching what they’re doing from the front passenger seat. He looks up to meet Lisa’s eyes but she’s sort of spaced out and can’t think straight.
Lisa’s boyfriend, Alan, is behind the wheel and drives out from under a streetlight and onto the road. Lisa can just feel the older men’s legs touching hers. They drive quietly through the city and onto the expressway for the 15 minute run down the coast.
George is first to do something. He clutches Lisa’s leg above her knee and makes her bite down on a giggle. Evan then probes her side and makes her squirm and squeak. “Yeah, she likes getting tickled,” he says and grips with two hands, kneading and digging into her ribs and making her shriek. “You do her legs, George,” Evan says and keeps up his attack. George clutches one leg then the other, tickling mercilessly and making Lisa wriggle and kick out. Her neighbour is watching intently and her boyfriend is craning back over his shoulder as much as he can.
The two older men relent and have Lisa panting and giggling. She has her seatbelt undone and is pressed back against Evan with her legs across George. Evan touches her sides, threatening again. She claims his wrists. “No more crazy tickles – just nice ones, please?”
“Just nice ones, huh?” Evan says and starts stroking softly up and down. “Like that?”
“Uh huh…. That’s better,” Lisa utters. “It still tickles.”
“What about like this?” George asks, tracing slowly back and forth along her thigh.
“Mmm – that tickles too,” Lisa says, clutching the skirt of her dress and holding it tight where it’s hiked up to nearly reveal her. “Uhh..hhh – that’s almost the wrong kind of tickles,” she tells them both then catches her boyfriend’s gaze.
They’re all watching George. He strokes over Lisa’s knee then gently up her inner thigh. Her legs are together but her thighs are slender. He traces all the way up to the hem of her dress. “Does that tickle, love?”
“Uh huh….” Lisa’s eyes roll past her neighbour watching intently. He’s looking diagonally across at where Evan is behind Lisa and is watching where a hand is hidden beneath her arm and moving discretely. There’s a finger inside the edge of her dress playing with a nipple. “Uhh..hhh,” she moans as George’s fingers brush up her inner thigh again and caress beneath where she’s holding her hem so tight.
“Ah, so that’s the spot,” George says with a low chuckle and he clutches softly high up her inner thigh. He then runs his fingers downward then flays them gently back up.
“Um – that’s um….” Lisa presses her dress down between her legs, biting a grin and blushing fully.
“I think that’s enough now,” Alan says, his voice raspy and dry. “I think that’s enough tickling.”
“No, that’s fucking awesome. You should keep doing it,” Trent says.
“Shut up, you!” Lisa tells her young neighbour. She bends up her legs and pushes George with her feet. He claims them and massages.
“That doesn’t tickle, does it, love?”
“No, that’s just nice, thank you.”
Trent tilts his head to see under Lisa’s legs. She smooths a hand beneath there but can’t find the skirt of her dress and is still sitting bare on the leather seat. Trent chuckles. “What happened to your panties, Lisa?” He tilts his head for another look.
“Hey! Cut that out you little pervert!”
They’ve left the expressway and stop at lights. Alan turns for a look as well. Lisa waits while he does, not trying to cover herself this time. She’s not sure how much they can see anyway, especially since it’s quite dark and shadowy in the back seat. She feels exposed, with the cool air against the heat from her crotch. She also feels quite wet down there, her pussy lips slippery. George is casually rubbing her feet. She’s still lying back against Evan’s chest. She bites a lip as she meets her boyfriend’s eyes. The lights turn green and he faces forward and drives.
Evan strokes Lisa’s hair from her face as she peers back at him. “Are you comfy there?” he asks mildly.
“Uh huh…. This is fine,” she utters softly.
He strokes up and down her arm as they drive through the streets towards the edge of town. She has her arms against her sides, her breasts squished between them and no skin visible. Evan’s fingers traveling slowly upward extend across to caress over her nipple. It’s tight and aroused, and he’s teasing it with each stroke, well out of Alan’s line of site, being directly behind him. George is looking, however, and Lisa meets her young neighbour’s gaze again as he glances up from watching what Evan’s doing with her.
Lisa just blushes at trent, who then smiles at Evan. “Awesome,” he whispers, glancing to check that Alan is distracted. Lisa then holds a breath as Evan’s hand closes over her breast and squeezes. He feels that one then relaxes with his hand coming to rest upon the other one. He’s sort of cuddling her against his chest now, and he just holds her breast and softly thumbs the nipple.
“So, what’s next? The night’s only young,” Evan says.
“Bedtime’s next for me,” Lisa replies with a yawn.
“For me too,” George agrees. “I’m done in, but what about tomorrow – are we going to the lake?”
“The lake? I thought we were just going to the beach here,” Evan says, still feeling Lisa’s erect nipple. She peers back up at him and he grins and squeezes her full breast. She can’t help arching up against his big hand. She bites her lip and squirms as he moves to her other breast and feels for that nipple as well. “We don’t need to go all the way to the lake, do we? Plenty of ladies go topless here.”
“Yeah, I guess. The lake has the option of full nude, though – in case Lisa wants to see some more naked dicks.”
Lisa giggles. “Hmm – but would I have to go full nude as well, or could I just go topless?”
“Hey – topless is fine…. Some just go as tourists and not undress at all.”
“What do you think, Alan?” Evan asks. “Are you cool with Lisa going topless for us?”
“Um….” Alan pulls up at the house and looks around. “I don’t know – do you want to, baby?” He looks at where Evan is still holding Lisa’s breast – his hand just resting there at the moment.
Lisa lifts her arms to fix her hair, sitting up and displacing Evan’s hand. “I guess I don’t mind. It might be fun to try it at least………”

This short excerpt is from “Girlfriend Agrees to go Topless”…. Things heat up. A lot!

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Hotwife shared with husband’s co-worker….

Swinger Club 2a

Adrian edges away from the closed bedroom door. He slips quietly along the hallway and goes out the back to sit in the sun. It’s a while before Sara approaches and cuddles him from behind. “Hey, husband, are you okay?” she asks softly.
Adrian covers her hands with his and nods, pressing his head to hers. “I’m okay. Just soaking it in, baby.”
“Hmm – me too. I’m soaking in a nice big load of Frank’s cum…. My pussy is so gooey with it right now,” she whispers into his ear. “Did you hear me being fucked? I didn’t know he would be like that.”
“Me either, baby.” Adrian peers back at the door. “Where is he now?”
“He said he’d come back in a couple of hours. He thought we would want to be alone for a while.”
Sara slips onto Adrian’s lap. He can feel the moist heat of her pussy against his thigh. “I saw him really pounding you, baby. He had you spread open and pinned down, but you sounded like you were enjoying it.”
“I was enjoying it. It was nice to be taken like that. He made me cum so hard and just kept fucking me….”
“I can feel how hot you are down there right now, Sara. It’s weird that it’s from Frank.”
“I know. I have panties on in case I drip too much. I hope his load was as thick as the one’s last night.” She kisses and whispers close again, “I’d like it to stay inside me. I bet it’s really heavy with sperm….” She kisses Adrian’s cheek and nibbles then breathes in his ear again, “It’s so exciting to have been fucked by a man who can get me pregnant.” She moans softly. “I think our marriage just got cummed in, Adrian. I’m a wife who’s been nailed and pumped full of another man’s seed.” She has her hands wedged between her thighs and she’s squirming against her fingers. Adrian’s cock has lifted. It’s sore but erect.
The idea of fucking his wife when she’s slick from Frank’s load doesn’t appeal enough to keep him hard for long. Sara goes back inside and gets him breakfast. He watches some golf on TV for a while. Sara does her nails and spends some time online with her chat groups. Frank comes back just after lunch. Adrian’s dozing in his lounge chair. Sara lets their friend in, holding his hand as she brings him into the lounge room to face Adrian. “You men talk. I’m going to get changed,” she says.
“Hey, man,” Adrian begins.
“Hey,” Frank replies, half smiling. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, it’s all good. I know you won’t go bragging at work or anything, man…. I get you would probably feel pumped over nailing my wife like that, but as long as it’s just between us.”
“Thanks, man. Yeah, I do feel pumped about it, I have to admit. Sara’s hot. I’m fucking stoked I got onto her.” Frank sits opposite. “Plus that was my first fuck in ages, man. I came in her so fucking huge.”
Adrian nods. He feels his face flush. “Yeah that bit is kind of freaky – you actually cumming inside of her.”
“Yeah, it must be strange for you, man. I get that it would be…. Feels great for me though – knowing that she’s probably been dripping from me all morning.” Frank meets Adrian’s eyes. “I’m going to fuck her and cum in her again later, okay? I don’t want to have to pull out or anything.”
“No, you don’t have to pull out,” Adrian replies and takes a breath. He nods. “I want you to stay in when you cum. I’ll just have to get used to it a bit.”
Frank smiles. “Awesome! And I’ve got another fucking huge load building too. I can feel it.” He grabs his package. “The way her tight little pussy sucks your cock, I’ll have her belly full of cum by tonight.”


Sara comes back wearing her tee-shirt dress, her tits unfettered beneath it quite obviously. She sits on the lounge and tucks her feet up, her bare pussy and little landing strip visible for a moment before she spreads a cotton blanket to cover her legs.
They settle back watching the end of the golf then a movie. Adrian is half dozing when he sees Sara motion to Frank with a smile and toss of her head. Frank meets his gaze as he stands and walks to the lounge. Sara looks to Adrian as well, biting down on her smile. She lifts the blanket and tugs on Frank’s hand for him to get in behind her………….

This short excerpt is from the eBook “Married Couple visit a Swinger Club”.

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