Party Girl: X-Rated short story


Celia and Phillip were at a table with their parents. As soon as the meal ended her dad took her for a dance. There was a small floor with a pianist playing slow music. She was passed on to an uncle and to a few of the men from Phillip’s family. Phillip’s father held her close and kept her for a second number. He then passed her to his much younger brother, and she was held close by him too. He was a very strong man – muscular. His big hand was pressed to her side, his fingers stroking a little with the music.
The music ended. A few other couples left the floor. “Would you like to stay for another?” he asked her.
“Okay,” Celia uttered, peering up at him.
He took her with his arm again. His hand pressed to her back, stroking upward then down as he guided her close and gripped her side again. “I guess there’ll be no more of these dances for us other men after Saturday.”
“Hmm – I guess…. You can have as many as you want tonight though, Mister Ericson.”
He chuckled. “And I won’t be Mister anymore either. I’ll be good old Uncle Bob.” He wasn’t that old – late thirties.
The music picked up. He spun her out and pulled her back. He was a good dancer. After another twirl he dipped her and made her laugh.
“You’ll be able to have more of these dances anytime you want. I won’t care what my husband thinks…. But you’re not old enough to be called Uncle – Bob!”
He chuckled. The music slowed and he pulled her close again. “Is this alright?”
His hand was moving upon her side. “It’s too bad you got changed for dinner. That was a pretty dress you had on before.”
Celia blushed into his shoulder. “You saw?”
“I was in the lobby when you were checking in…. I hope you’re going to wear it again for us some time.” His fingertips stroked higher, brushing the side of her breast. “Are you going to enjoy your last days of freedom, are you?”
“Yes, I am….”
There were three other couples. Bob had danced them to a corner of the floor where there was no one seated nearby. His fingers extended further, rubbing her breast more deliberately. “Is this still alright?” he asked.
“Uh huh,” Celia uttered “Just a little bit though – while no one’s watching.”
Bob chuckled. “Excellent! How the hell did that nephew of mine land a hot little honey like you? I could never figure that out.”
“I’m not hot,” Celia said. “I’m trying to be now, but so far I’m the one lucky to have kept a boyfriend at all.”
“You could come out with me one night – have some fun before the big commitment.”
“Do you know any dance clubs around here?”
“Sure! You going to wear that dress?”
“I have others like it,” Celia answered. “I have a silver one that’s open at the sides all the way to my waist.” Bob continued stroking the side of her breast. She let him for a short time longer before asking, “So, when will you take me to a real dance club? Tomorrow night?”
“How about tonight?” Bob smiled and turned her out, spinning her back in and dipping her again, to the applause of the table of elderly relatives they had ended up beside.
“Tonight – how can I?” Celia wanted to.
His big hand beneath her arm was holding her firmly again. His thumb extended upward and stroked her, almost touching her nipple through her top and bra. Both garments were only soft fabric – the bra was a flimsy little lace thing. It was from the naughty lingerie shop.
“Later will be fine. When everyone starts leaving and you can slip away,” Bob said, dancing her back into the corner, out of sight. He reached around her to feel her breast more fully, his thumb rubbing her nipple. She twisted a little bit that way to make it easier for him. He squeezed her small mound, his hand covering it easily. “You’ll be able to get away from Phillip, won’t you? They were saying you have separate rooms.”
“Uh huh,” Celia uttered.
“So, you’re going to be making him wait and letting us other men enjoy you some, eh?”
“A little bit…. Not to have sex with me, though. Just to look at me, and what you’re doing now is okay.”
“What about between your legs? Are we allowed to have a feel of your pussy before wimpy Phillip gets at it on Saturday night?” Bob grinned.
Celia giggled and blushed. “Um…. That’s an interesting idea.”
“Yeah? How interesting?”
“Well, it’s kind of strange with you being Phillip’s uncle, don’t you think?”
“I don’t know – keeping it in the family and all…. And I wouldn’t tease him about it later. I wouldn’t tell him.”
“You wouldn’t? I don’t think I would want him to find out.” Bob’s hand slipped back to her waist as they were joined by her parents. “It’s going to be exciting to have been touched by other men, though,” she whispered. “You’re the second one today.”
“Who was the first?”
“Some guy on the plane. He liked my dress too.” Celia giggled as she was spun out again.
“Well, I think as one of your husband-to-be’s elders, I should be allowed a little feel of your pussy later tonight…. Is your dress short?”
“Yes.” Celia blushed deeply at the thought of him touching her between the legs. She absolutely wanted him to.
“So, I’ll take you to a dance club after this and watch you dancing in your new little dress – watching your legs and thinking all the while about what panties you have on – maybe getting a flash of them if I’m lucky. How does that sound?”
Celia looked up and met his eyes. “Okay, Bob. I say yes to that – to everything you said.”
The pianist called a break. Bob led her from the dance floor by the hand and took her to the bar. He ordered champagne for her and a beer for himself. She sat up on a stool. “I actually like what you said about being Phillip’s elder. I like the idea of you having some rights to me before my wedding.” Bob was just peering at her face. She fiddled with her drink for a moment then looked up to meet his focused expression.
Bob placed a foot on a rung of a bar stool, shifting to make room for a bulge in his trousers. Celia looked up from it, grinning. He chuckled. “Oops.”
She giggled too. Arms encircled her from behind and she peered back to be kissed by Phillip. She blushed again, guiltily that time.
“That was some fine dancing there, Uncle Bob.”
“How did you go with your lessons, Phillip – all ready to waltz with your young bride-to-be here on her wedding day?”
Celia snuggled back against Phillip while he chatted and laughed with his uncle. She was on fire inside – absolutely thrilled to be sitting there between the man she was going to marry and a man she was going to go out with that night. She found the notion of being sexy with Phillip’s elder to be very exciting. Phillip was not a very assertive man. He was a wimp as a matter of fact – she had to agree with his uncle in that. Bob was a bit of a rogue.
This was what Celia really needed. In her moment of freedom between the rule of her mother and giving herself to a husband, she needed to have fun and feel sexy.
“Pick you up in an hour?” Bob asked her. He was parting.
“Okay – one hour,” Celia agreed. “Where?”
“I’m going to go and get changed. I’ll come up to your room when I get back.”
He left. Phillip took his seat at the bar beside Celia. “What was that all about, sweetheart?”
“Bob’s taking me to a dance club tonight.”
“Yes. It will be fun. You know you hate nightclubs.”
“Yes, but it’s already nine o’clock. Isn’t it a bit late to be gallivanting around the city?”
“No. I think the nightclub scene doesn’t even start until after nine, Phillip.”
“Oh I see…. But don’t you have things to plan and prepare for Saturday? Aren’t there wedding arrangements you need to be tending to? You don’t want to be too tired tomorrow, do you?”
“Phillip, don’t worry! Everything is well under control. Mother and Aunties have our wedding well in hand. All we need to do is show up on time Saturday afternoon. I just need to be ready for my hair and makeup that morning…. But between now and then, I’m going to have some fun without Mother and without you!” Celia giggled. “I’m going to enjoy my final days of freedom, and I don’t want to hear any complaints from Mother, or from my husband-to-be,” she went on, leaning close for a kiss. “Is that understood?”
“Hmm – I suppose…. I suppose Uncle Bob should be trusted to take care of you. He’s something of a ruffian, so you should be safe enough at one of those places with him…. As long as you stay with him, sweetheart. You will stay close to him at all times, won’t you?”
“Yes, I will…. He’s going to take good care of me. Don’t worry,” Celia said, blushing guiltily again. Then she decided to push a little further. “I’m going to dress in a way that will probably attract attention, so he will need to take care of me.”
“Oh? Maxwell said you were wearing something new on the flight.”
“I have lots of new clothes, now that I’m not going to have Mother doing daily inspections.” Celia blushed a little as she went on gamely. “The dress I’m wearing tonight is very short and a bit revealing up top, and I won’t be wearing a bra.”
“You won’t?” Phillip’s face was blank with apparent confusion.
“No. The dress has no back and it’s open all the way down the sides.” She leaned closer to whisper. “I’ll be showing all the men the sides of my breasts but it would be ugly to cover them with a bra…. Mother definitely wouldn’t approve,” she added with a giggle.
“But you’ve never…. I mean you’ve always dressed respectably, Celia.”
“I know, Phillip, but this next few days is different. This is MY time. I’m the bride-to-be….” Celia experienced a further rush of bravery and confidence. “Don’t you want other men to see what you’re getting, Phillip? I’ve seen you boasting and showing off with your boats. I know you like feeling superior – having the best things. Do you want everyone to think you’re settling for some boring, plain looking wife?”
Phillip’s face had reddened by the time Celia moved from whispering to meet his eyes. “A wife and a boat are hardly comparable,” he said. His tone was typically soft, though. He could be a little assertive with her when he wanted to be, but it seemed he was swayed by her argument. She had made it up as she went, but it had apparently struck a chord.
“Uncle Bob will make sure they don’t do anything. He’ll make sure it will be look but don’t touch,” she went on. “I’ve tried the dress on. It doesn’t reveal my nipples. It almost does, but not quite…. Do you want to come and see?”
“I don’t know…. Just the thought of you dressed that way and going out dancing is rather daunting. I fear I’d lose nerve completely if I saw for myself.”
“Well, you can just imagine, then,” Celia continued, leaning to his ear again and pressing the unexpectedly well received plan. “You can imagine lots of rough men looking at my bare back and the sides of my boobs – especially when I raise my arms to dance and they can nearly see my nipples…. They’re already aroused right now, just thinking about it.”
“Yes, I can imagine,” Phillip whispered back. “Drooling ruffians.”
“Uh huh…. And they’ll be watching my legs – bare legs. My dress is sooo short, Phillip. The skirt is very tight and I won’t be able to stop them from seeing up it…. Should I wear pretty panties? Would you like them to see me in something sheer and sexy?”
“They should cover you, darling. I wouldn’t want you to go too far and wear one of those horrible G-strings that you see the strippers wear on television.”
“Okay, I’ll choose a pretty lace pair. That way they’ll be wishing they can see more.”
“Yes, I like that…. Wishing for more is best.”
Celia cuddled up and kissed her fiancé. “So, you don’t mind if I sneak off and get ready for my sexy nightclub adventure? They’re all talking business. No one’s going to miss me.”
Phillip looked around. “Go on then. I’ll tell them you went up to lie down. But please be careful, darling. This is rather adventurous.”


Bob was staying at a hotel in the city with a nightclub underneath. He had been there the night before. It was a classy place, the crowd were mostly younger, but there were a few his age, so he had felt at ease sitting at the bar watching the girls dance. He was looking forward to watching Celia.
He knocked lightly on her door. A moment later it opened and she peered from behind it. She was smiling through a blush – so sweet. She had on a glittery little silver dress. It was a halter-neck, backless, and very short. “Show me,” he said, holding up her hand and spinning her around once. “Mmm – I think I’ll need at least one slow dance with you in that too.”
“Okay,” she said softly.
“Come on, though – let’s show you off first.”
She collected her tiny purse. Bob held the door and touched her back as she passed. The elevator was directly across the hall. There was an elderly gentleman who was checking Celia in the mirrored wall on the way down. He got out in the lobby. They were going down the next level to the car park under the building.
“How did Phillip take the news we were going night-clubbing?”
“He was okay. He’s worried about how safe I’m going to be, but that’s just silly. He said you will take care of me.”
“Oh, I’ll take care of you.” Bob chuckled, touching the soft skin of Celia’s back again to guide her from the elevator. He walked her to his SUV and held the door while she got in. She kept her knees together but the dress was very short. “Just little white panties, eh? And no place for a bra…”
“Uh huh…. No bra, and yes, my panties are white.”
Bob tilted his head for another look. “That’s good – white shows up nice under the dance floor lights.”
“Oh? I never thought of that.”
Bob closed her door and got in the driver’s seat. “That little dress should ride up and flash them. You won’t cover up when it does, eh, baby?”
He squeezed her thigh as he drove. She didn’t object. She just sat watching out the window as he cruised slowly through the busy streets. He had a parking space in the basement, and led Celia to the elevator. She was clinging to his arm.
“Are you okay, love?”
“A bit nervous – excited,” she said.
He slipped his free hand in under his arm and beneath hers. He touched her side – her bare skin. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you,” he said, and he held her gaze as he felt in through the side of her dress and cupped her little breast. “I’ll take good care of you,” he went on, rolling her nipple.
It firmed nicely as he played with it. He bent to her and met her lips. They parted, so he sought her tongue, caressing it with his. With that, she relaxed, so he deepened the kiss, pressing his tongue into her mouth. After a moment he broke off and met her eyes again. They were glazed.
The elevator door opened and two young guys walked past, both checking Celia out. Bob kept her hand and led her into the elevator. “Do you like being kissed?”
She nodded, biting her lip. He lifted her chin and pressed to her lips again, inserting his tongue deep into her mouth. He pulled back when the doors opened at the nightclub level of the hotel.
The music was thumping. The club was dimly lit with the dance floor lights flashing iridescent and illuminating anything white. There was room to move. It was not crowded at all, just about half full.
Celia’s little silver dress sparkled. Bob sat her up on a bar stool and got her a drink. With her heels hooked into a rung halfway up the stool, he could see up her dress quite easily. He moved behind her and pressed close to her ear. “That’s good, love – we can see your panties like that.”
A guy ordering a drink was having a look as Bob spoke. He glanced again and Bob gave him a nod. He was quite young, maybe 20 or so. He took a seat facing Celia. Bob pressed close again. “I’ll go sit over there…. Just stay like that and let him have a look, baby.”
Bob walked past the guy and had another look himself. There was no chance of Celia concealing her panties with her legs raised like that. Her thighs were slender and didn’t meet. There was a full view of her crotch.
From a lounge area, Bob watched guys ordering drinks and checking Celia out. One would chat with her now and then. She kept her heels resting on the rung and gave them all a good look up her dress.
She looked over at Bob when one guy was taking her to the dance floor. Her smile was beaming. The guy was congratulated as they walked past a table with three other boys about their age. He immediately pulled Celia close. She backed against him and wiggled. He held her hips. He was already touching her and hadn’t been dancing with her for a minute.
Bob kept a close eye on the guy. Celia was having a great time, so he didn’t want to spoil it for her unless he had to. She was naïve enough to go along with anything, but so far all was good.
Another guy from the table joined in. Celia was wiggling between the two of them. They were both a bit handsy with her. She was obscured from Bob’s view for a moment, and when he saw her again he noticed the second guy rubbing up from her hips and hiking her dress. Her little white panties were then almost fully on display. A third guy joined in, and when Celia rubbed back against him he groped her breasts. She squirmed away from him but her dress was then up around her waist.
Bob rushed to her and pulled her off the dance floor, glaring at the three boys. They went back to their table but kept looking over. Celia was giggling and she threw herself into Bob’s arms. He took her back to the dance floor and kept hold of her himself.
She was hot, sweaty and very cuddly. Bob held her hips and had her grinding on his thigh. He pulled her dress up to expose her panties again. The men lined around the dance floor were all checking her out. He left her dancing alone and returned to his seat. One of the watchers immediately took his place. He was almost Bob’s age – a big man. He kept glancing over but Bob gave him a slow nod, which he seemed to understand. He took hold of Celia’s hips and held her close while she wiggled and ended up straddling his thigh, as she had with Bob. She was lifting her arms and her little dress was gaping at the sides, her small breasts partially exposed.
Another man joined in and the first one retreated to the edge of the floor to watch. The new guy grabbed Celia’s bottom, his big hands beneath the skirt of her dress. He held her and dry humped her with his thigh. Her panties were bikini briefs. They covered her bottom. Her dress had hiked up to her hips again, displaying them fully. Two more men joined in and had her surrounded.
Bob waited for a while this time and let them play with her. She was still smiling – beaming excitedly. They edged her off the dance floor and gave her a drink. There was a whole bunch of guys around her, chatting her up, it seemed. Bob watched for a good while, letting her enjoy the attention. He eventually grabbed her hand and took her from them.
“That was so amazing,” Celia cried, clinging to his arm as the elevator doors closed, shutting out the beat of the music.
An hour of that noise was enough for Bob. He had thought about taking Celia up to his room, but he knew what would happen if he did, and he didn’t want things to go that far. He took her back to the car and, once inside, he pressed his lips to hers to stop her incessant chattering.
“Mmm,” she moaned as he inserted his tongue. She submitted to the kiss. He was squeezing her slender thigh and rubbed upward. He cupped her through her panties. “Mmm,” she moaned again, gripping his arm.
“Just a little feel,” Bob insisted, kissing her again, and he opened her slit with his middle finger and felt into her, still through her panties. She kept her hold on his arm but her thighs parted slightly. He isolated her clit and softly massaged it. “Damn you were sexy in there, baby. All those guys will be jacking off to you tonight.”
“Will they?” she uttered. “I like the thought of that.”
“I will be too, baby,” Bob said into another kiss. “Can I finger you? Would that be okay?”
“Come on – you feel so wet.”
“Hmm…. You’re MAKING me wet, doing that.”
Bob stretched the damp fabric aside and found her slit was dripping. He used two fingers to continue working her clit. He did that more firmly, and when she started squirming he slipped those two fingers into her. He felt up inside of her and rubbed back against her G-spot. “Yes, open your legs, baby…. I want you to cum for me.”
“Okay….” Celia moaned, and she clung to him while he nailed her with his fingers. He pumped her with them hard and fast until he felt her tight little hole clench, and she bit into his shoulder.
“That’s it, baby, cum on my hand.”
“You made me,” she uttered, squirming and squeezing her legs together.
He sought her lips and inserted his tongue into her mouth. Her little hole was slick now – perfectly prepared for cock. “I’d better take you back before this goes any further, Celia. I’d love to fuck you now but I’d better not.”
Bob smoothed the crotch of her panties back into place and sucked his fingers. He licked them clean while she watched. “You taste sweet, baby.”
Celia tugged her dress down to cover her panties, just biting her grin. Bob drove. He was painfully erect and kept squeezing and massaging his cock through his pants. He would have to jerk off as soon as he got back to his room. Celia kept glancing across but he didn’t attempt to hide what he was doing. “I’ll be thinking about you when I do this properly tonight, Celia. My old balls are already full.”
“Really?” she asked softly.
“Of course! How could they not be after watching you dance like that?” He reached across and felt her tits. Her nipples were hard – little pebbles beneath the shiny silver fabric of her dress. He played with one then reached further across and played with the other. They were at her hotel. “I’d better walk you, love.”
There were lots of people in the foyer but they were alone in the elevator. Bob lifted Celia’s chin and kissed her again. He searched her hot little mouth with his tongue and felt her up, thumbing a nipple. The doors opened at her floor. He kept hold of her waist and followed her. Once inside her room he urged her to her knees and released his cock. He stroked it and rubbed her face with it. Her lips parted so he inserted the head. He did so just as he was about to cum.


Celia squeezed her eyes closed as the penis in her mouth pulsed and gushed semen. She held it in, letting it pool under her tongue. Her fiancé’s uncle left her on her knees and slipped from her hotel room apologising.
She remained there on the floor holding the thick fluid in her mouth. After a minute she got up and went to the bathroom. She was curious. She opened her mouth and looked closely in the mirror. The semen had a milky appearance with thick, congealed globs in it. She moved it around with her tongue, examining it. Some had seeped into her throat, and swallowing that filled her senses with a very potent masculine taste.
Celia left the bathroom and flopped on her bed. She lay there toying with the gooey fluid, swallowing dribbles of it but otherwise moving it around with her tongue. This may be the only other man’s cum she got to taste, and she wanted to savour the moment. Bob had certainly been right about his old balls being full, she decided, giggling at the thought and choking down some more.
She lay for a long time with the load of cum in her mouth, gradually swallowing it down bit by bit. She picked up the silver framed photograph of Phillip on her nightstand. She looked at the smiling face of her fiancé for a moment, then she kissed him and swallowed the remaining portion of his uncle’s semen…………..

From the Hotwife & Girlfriend Compilation ‘Exhibtionism Turns Her On’

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Ken stops smiling and tilts in to nuzzle for a soft kiss. He gets one and whispers into it, “I think you should let the workshop guys take you into their change room and have turns fucking you tomorrow.” Mischa’s eyes pop open wide. He kisses her some more. “I want that young guy Denis to nail you, baby. He was telling me how he’s going to get onto you sooner or later, and I want you to let him.”
“But, Ken!” Mischa utters into his next kiss.
“I know he’s an arsehole, baby.”
“And you want me to…? With all of them?”
“It’s only Jason and Denis working tomorrow morning. And there’s only me and Warren in sales. No one else will be around….”
Mischa huffs another little breath, peering down and still frowning a bit.
“I think Denis is just a dick – he’s not dangerous, sweetheart.”
“I know….” Mischa shrugs. “It would be okay with Jason there anyway.”
“Alright, that’s good then.” Ken strokes Mischa’s hair from her forehead. “You’d like that, with two of them together, wouldn’t you?”
“I don’t mind that, Ken, but it’s getting closer to being unsafe. It’s actually the last day I had in mind to risk it at all…. Would you really want that guy Denis to cum inside me?”
Ken swallows, nodding a little. “It would be better for him if he’s allowed to. It would be far more satisfying for him in terms of taking you from me.”
“Oh…. So, he wants to cuckold you, does he?” Mischa’s teasing grin is there in her eyes. She bites a lip, stopping it from manifesting.
Ken grins too. “Yes, he called me a cuck. He’s pretty sure of himself.”
“Uh huh – I noticed with the way he kissed me that time…. It will be interesting being with him again.”
“Yeah…?” Ken swallows at the dryness of his throat. “He said he wants you with no panties. Could you wear one of your new little dresses with nothing under it?”
“Mmm – how about the red tube one? I could leave off the shoulder straps so it pulls down easily – or up of course……….”

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……..Ken is drying off after his shower when he hears his daughter laugh and squeal, then there’s a splash in the pool. He checks from the bathroom window to see her with the young pool guy, who doesn’t work Saturdays, as far as Ken can recall. He chuckles to himself. Mischa appears from the house and approaches them. She sits on the pool step soaking her feet and chatting.
Mischa’s laptop is open on the kitchen counter with a booking confirmation on screen. Ken needs his glasses. He goes back to the bedroom and gets them then sits up at the counter. The booking is for three nights at The Sands Resort, which is a four star hotel they’ve stayed at a few times before – with a minimum three night stay. It’s also only fifteen minutes from Ken’s work, so he has guessed his wife’s thinking. He chuckles to himself about that too.
There’s another tab open to Facebook Messenger. He guiltily checks that Mischa is still busy chatting then clicks on it. There are postings from right then. He scrolls up and finds the ones from the other day regarding meeting the guy for lunch. Ken quickly scans through them – his cock flexing as he reads that Mischa has to wear a skirt. He gets to the series of new posts from when he was in the shower. It seems Jason initiated contact.
Jason: Hey gorgeous what are you doing?
Mischa: Going away for the weekend. What about you?
Jason: I’m missing you bad already. When can I see you again?
Mischa: I don’t know maybe next week sometime.
Mischa: We can’t be like before you know. I’m married now.
Jason: Your husbands cool with it.
Jason: Show me your tits and I’ll back off.
Mischa: Huh?
Jason: Have you got a camera? High res? Send me a pic.
Mischa: And will you leave me alone if I do?
Jason: Sure. Just to get me through until I get back next week.
There’s a time lapse before the next message, which is a file. Ken opens the file and finds a pic of Mischa in front of their bedroom mirror holding her top and bra above her tits. She’s blushing and biting a shy grin in the shot. Ken has to free his cock and squeeze it.
Jason: Perfect. I’ll blow that up for the change room at work.
Jason: You remember the change room?
Mischa: Just go away you!
Mischa: Arsehole.
Jason: Hehehe
Jason: Love how tight you still are. Can’t wait to get my dick in you.
Mischa: But its not like before anymore. I’m not even on birth control.
Ken’s cock expands and firms in his grip.
Jason: I’ll pull out. You can trust me.
Mischa: Yeah sure! As if!
Jason: I’ll use a rubber. If you’re serious.
Mischa: I don’t know yet Jason. I need time to think about it.
Mischa: I’m not saying no.
Jason: Fair enough. See ya gorgeous.
Mischa: Okay see ya.
Ken returns to the hotel booking screen and goes to the kitchen window. His daughter is upon the deck talking on her phone. The pool guy is in the water, smiling up at Mischa still sitting on the pool step. She’s moving her feet around, swishing the water. Her pretty summer frock is bunched up to her hips and her cute little blue-striped panties are showing. She waves to Ken, smiling huge. He waves back, the pool guy turning to look as well. Jasmine then dives in the water and Mischa gets up and returns to the house.
An hour later Ken and his sexy young wife are checked into the Sands Resort. They enter their 15th level room and slide open all the glass balcony doors, the sea air rushing to fill the apartment. It’s fully self-contained with a kitchen, laundry and a huge hot-tub – one of several identical rooms they have stayed in before.
“How am I supposed to go to work from here?” Ken complains. They’re out on the balcony. The sky is cloudless, the ocean glistening blue. The view is of an endless strip of white sand that stretches north to the city. It’s packed with weekend beachgoers.
“Call in sick,” Mischa says, snuggling back and pulling Ken’s arms around her.
“Yeah I wish. I’m the boss now though, who am I going to call?”
Mischa giggles. “Call Dalton, he won’t mind.”
“Sure, I’ll call and say thanks for the pay rise but I’m too busy spending it to turn up for work.”
Ken tickles his wife and makes her shriek and run. He tackles her onto the bed and gets between her legs. He kisses her and ends up stroking her face.
She bites a lip. “Are you going to fuck me?”
Ken draws a breath and expels. He shakes his head.
His wife blushes. “Just in my mouth when you need to, okay?”
Ken thrusts his erection against exposed panties and moist heat. “Okay,” he agrees.
“While we’re still doing this, right?” Mischa asks, biting his lower lip. “Inside me down there is for them…?”
Ken gulps. “Yes, for them,” he croaks into a kiss. “In case we decide to go that far.”
“Uh huh – in case we decide to,” Mischa repeats teasingly and she grinds against Ken’s cock. “But we’d have to think about birth control too, wouldn’t we?”
“Yeah….” Ken expels hard and rolls off to lie on his back. He draws his wife to his chest. “Do you think Jason would uses a condom with you if he had to?” Ken’s relieved to have his peep at the Messenger chat being aired a little.
Mischa is toying with his shirt. “He’s never used them with me before but I was always on birth control.”
“So maybe we could just make sure the timing was safe like we usually do, that way he wouldn’t need to.”
“Uh huh….” Mischa utters. “I should still be safe for the next week or so. I just have to count days and check.”
Ken kisses his wife’s hair. “I think he’s back Thursday or Friday if we wanted to think about it then.”
“Hmm – I think I’d like to let him, Ken. He’s just too big for my mouth.”
Ken swallows hard. “And you can take him in your vagina – it doesn’t hurt?”
“Um – a little – more so a bit uncomfortable sometimes, but in an exciting way. It touches my cervix and puts pressure there. Especially when he – um – you know….”
“When he cums?” Ken breathes.
Mischa’s nails dig into his side. “Uh huh, I really miss the feel of that.”
Ken gulps and takes a breath. “Then we need to get that for you, baby. I can’t penetrate you that deeply so we need to get the man onto you who can.” Mischa’s nails dig in again. “Let him take you from me completely, huh?”
“Yes – completely,” Mischa utters. “He’ll enjoy doing that to you, Ken….”
“Yeah, I’m sure he will, baby.”
Mischa bites Ken’s chest as her hand closes around his erection. “And I’m going to enjoy Jason cuckolding you, Ken. I can’t wait for him to get back already.”
“Aw fuck, baby.” Ken closes his hand over Mischa’s to stop her making him cum. “Don’t. I don’t want to blow this tension yet,” he tells her.
“Okay. I want it in my mouth later anyway.”
“Yeah me too. I want to eat you out, okay?”
“Hmm – is that allowed?” Mischa teases, smiling as she lifts to her elbows.
“Just with tongue – no fingers. And just clitty licks and sucking – no….” Ken sticks out his tongue.
Mischa giggles. “Alright, that sounds like fun. But later. We have to go dress shopping and you have to wear your suit and take me out for dinner.” She jumps up and calls back from the bathroom door. “And I want roses!”……………

That’s a tiny sample from about halfway through the novel. Read all about beautiful Mischa’s Hotwife Awakening in the New Year!


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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….

under boob crop

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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