Propositioned: X-Rated novel

propositioned 1

Chapter 1

“Man, can I ask ya something?”
Colin is pulled out of his reverie by the portent of the question. He looks at the man sitting beside him, his neighbor Mike Ackerman. “What?”
“Nah, forget it. None of my business,” the older man says, lifting his hands in a gesture of surrender. “I just… nah, look, it’s killin’ me but…,” he ends his stammer shaking his head.
“What, man? What’s goin’ on?” Colin tosses back, confused. “What’s none of your business?”
Mike rubs his grey buzz cut, scratching his scalp. “It’s probably not even true, son. Don’t worry about it.” He angles his head for a look beyond Colin to where Colin’s wife Libby is playing in a sand pit with their young daughter and some of her little friends.
Colin follows his gaze then turns back to him. “What’s probably not true, man? Who’s been talkin’ shit?”
“Nah, it’s just something I overheard Libby saying to one of the mums just before. Like Kelly’s not actually your biological daughter. Is she?”
Colin feels his face flush a little. He shrugs. “No, but it’s not a national secret. And it’s not a big deal either. It’s no different to me. We’re a family and she’s my kid.”
“Yeah, nah, I get that, of course!” Mike holds up his hands again. “That’s not what I was getting at.”
“Then what?” Colin presses, getting irritated now.
His neighbor shrugs questioningly. “I just got the impression from what your wife was saying, that you allowed the guy to be with her, and she got pregnant because of it?”
Colin’s face flushes hot as his chest falls. He nods stiffly. “Yeah, I guess you could put it like that. Although we were officially separated at the time.”
The older man’s eyes narrow and intensify. “So, the pregnancy wasn’t planned – just the sex?”
Colin nods some more, a strange and familiar excitement building deep down and overpowering his embarrassment. “That’s right. It just kinda happened.” He swallows at the sudden dryness of his throat. “We were together for two years, since high school, then apart for about a month and Libby got with the guy. It was just bad luck he got her preggers.”
“Hmmm. Interesting,” Mike says, nodding too. “And what happened with this other man? Where is he now?”
“He lives up in Victoria Point. He was a friend of ours – of mine, I guess. He has contact with Kelly – sees her on weekends sometimes.”
“Ah, I see. So you and him…?”
“I guess it kinda got awkward for me, and him too,” Colin confides, happy to have an opportunity to air things a little. He’s been getting on quite well with his neighbor, rather a fatherly figure.
The older man hands Colin a fresh beer and takes his empty. He leans back in his gazebo chair and toasts silently then tips up his beer.
“It’s not like he was anyone special. There were a few other guys involved as well,” Colin goes on, wanting to confide more now that he’s started. It feels good to get it off his chest, actually. “It just turned out he was the one to get Libby pregnant, is all. I mean, after we found out with the DNA test.”
“Ah, so you wouldn’t have known otherwise?” Mike queries mildly. “There were several others, were there? And potential pregnancy by them?”
Colin nods and draws a breath. “Yeah, but we weren’t actually together, right? We weren’t even married yet back then. I mean, it was fair enough she wanted to experiment, ‘n’ that.”
“Experiment hey?” the older man encourages.
Colin gulps and checks around. “It is fair enough isn’t it, though, don’t ya think? I’ve been askin’ myself since it happened. I think I’m okay with the whole thing.”
“What do you mean ‘the whole thing’, son? Can you tell me? You sound like you could use some advice or just a friendly ear, if you want.”
“Yeah, I know,” Colin says, huffing a breath and shrugging a little. “It’s just that, um.” He checks around again. “It’s just that there was actually a whole bunch of other guys who got with her.”
“Like, ‘got with her’ as in…? And obviously unprotected, risking pregnancy!”
Colin nods, swallowing hard again. “They got onto her once at this work party, then they were all comin’ round to her place all the time and gettin’ with her again – like over and over – the whole gang of them.”
“Jeez.” The older man whistles low. “How many of them were there?”
“Six of ‘em all up at the party, then not so many on some of the other nights they crashed at her place.” Colin breathes through the rise in his excitement. “She’s told me about four other nights during that month we were apart when there was, like, a whole gang of ‘em. She said there was four on one night then five on two of the others, then there was one night when eight guys turned up. And they were gettin’ with her quite often during the day as well – like, actually at work, in the change room ‘n’ that.”
“Right. So she was definitely into it?” Mike raises a brow cheekily. “She let them gang-bang her?”
“Yeah, haha, I s’pose gang-bangin’, or just gettin’ onto her whenever they felt like it.” Colin takes another big breath and expels. “But that’s fair enough, right? I mean, I agreed to separate. It was definitely a mutual decision, and I had a couple of dates with this other chick. Although I never, you know… like, I never got with her, but I could’ve, and that would’ve been fair enough, too.”
“Right. I see.” Mike leans in close, checking over Colin’s shoulder to his wife again. “So, it started at a work party, did it? And is that where Libby still works, at that engineering place?”
“Yeah, it was with the guys from the factory, and yeah – some of them are still there. A couple on the factory floor, and this other guy who works in the office and is Libby’s boss now.” Colin feels his face flush again. “So I can’t help thinkin’ stuff when she has to work back sometimes. Or if she wears one of her short skirts to work.”
“Like that one she has on now? Is that from work today?”

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Chapter 16

Mike’s gold credit card is scanned at the carved wooden reception counter, and he slips the soft wristband over his hand. The letters BSC are printed on it in small, black writing against the gold of the velvet band.
The doorman ushers him into a softly-lit, sumptuously decorated bar with plush blue carpet and large, gold-framed mirrors dotted along each wall. Gold and crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling and a topless blond is serving drinks behind another beautifully-carved, dark timber bar a little further down. Half a dozen men are seated around it, chatting amongst themselves and the waitress.
There are two other groups of people. One middle aged woman is seated at a bar table with two men. A mature looking woman in a black sequined dress is seated on a blue velvet Chesterfield couch against a wall, in the company of a thin, silver-haired gentleman dressed in a tuxedo.
Mike sits up at the bar and meets the smile of the blond then glances down at her perky little tits. “Single malt whisky straight up please, Anna.” She serves him his drink with a flash of perfect white teeth behind her bright red lips then attends to another of the men.
Across the room are two ornate doorways with a burly man standing guard between them. A group of four men file from one of the open doors and take seats separately. A young redhead, pressing down her tight mini dress, comes from the other doorway, clinging to the arm of a guy in his mid-twenties. The girl’s hair is a mess and she rakes at it absentmindedly. The men along the bar are all looking over at her, as well as the four men who came from the first doorway. The young couple take a seat at one of the bar tables quite close to where Mike is sitting. A fat, middle-aged man with a shiny bald head comes from the second door, straightening his tie and tucking in his shirt. He approaches the girl and cuddles up, planting a kiss on her lips. Then he winks at the guy. “Thanks, son. Your girlfriend’s a nice, tight fuck.” The fat man smiles and winks at Mike too. “You should give her a try, buddy. Very, very nice.”
Mike tips his glass, inwardly cringing at the man’s crass behavior. The girl blushes over at him. A man from the end of the bar strolls along and addresses the young couple. “Can I buy you a drink?” he asks. Mike notices the same gold band on his wrist. The other men along the bar appear to only have silver bands – there to spectate, not participate.
The fat man leaves the club and the other gentleman takes a seat with the young couple. A second topless waitress appears behind the bar, a brunette, wearing the same bright red lipstick and black leather mini skirt and stockings with shiny red high heels. She serves the party their drink orders. After a time the young couple and the guy from the bar stroll off and enter the second doorway. Most of the men in the room file in through the first doorway, nodding at the guard.
Mike is about to follow too when he spots Colin through the glass doors in the foyer. “Two more of these and a Bailey’s and milk please, Sarah,” he asks of the brunette. Mike noticed Libby asking for Bailey’s the other night when drinks were on offer. He takes the drinks and stands to meet Colin and Libby as they are ushered into the room. Libby is smiling and blushing as she plucks at the hem of her black mini dress.
“Wow. You look beautiful, love. That’s a pretty dress. And your makeup. I love red lipstick. Very sexy! Suits you.”
“Thanks, Mike. You look nice too.”
Mike passes them their drinks and shakes Colin’s hand. “Come sit, hey? There’s a good spot just over here,” he says and leads the way to a set of leather couches facing each other with a low table between.
Colin and Libby sit in one and Mike sits facing them. He glances at Libby’s thighs and sees her slit through her transparent mesh panties. She has her knees together but her legs are slender and her little dress is tight across her thighs. Libby is blushing as Mike lifts his gaze to meet her eyes. “Very sexy dress,” he says with a grin and a wink.
“Thank you. I’m glad you think so,” Libby responds a little shyly.
“Yes, now give your pretty wife a bit of a cuddle and kiss, son. Get her warmed up for these other men to have a look at.”
“What, we should just cuddle and kiss?” Colin asks, but Libby leans in closer and tilts beneath him, parting her lips.
“That’s right, love, that’s the idea,” Mike coaches.
Colin puts an arm around her. He meets her lips and kisses her, breaking off and deepening the contact as he bends to her again. Libby reaches for her drink on the table, and Colin watches Mike as he looks down her dress. It’s fitted around her ribs and then loosens at her chest. Her tits are cupped tightly from beneath, but as she leans forward the top falls away offering Mike a flash of nipple before she sits back. Colin smooches Libby again, and Mike has another look at her pussy. He feels a presence behind him and glances to see two of the men from the bar move to the bar table directly behind his couch. They’re both looking at Libby’s pussy as well. Colin is still kissing her while her thighs stray apart a little.
“Fuck that’s nice,” one of the men call over. “Don’t close your legs, baby. Yeah just like that..!”
Libby’s blush rises but she smiles at the two men as she rubs down her outer thighs. The man who had spoken approaches and nods to Mike as he sits beside him. The other guy leans over the back of the couch.
“I’m Barry. This is John. We didn’t go for the gold bands because we thought it would be a bit early in the day.”
“Yes, well my young friends won’t be going that far anyway,” Mike informs.
“Cool. Just here for a bit of a tease then?” the guy called Barry goes on, and he tilts his head for another look at Libby’s crotch. “Damn that’s a smooth looking little gash. Aah…?”
“Libby,” Libby responds to his prompt for her name. “And thank you,” she adds, rubbing down her thighs again. She also meets Mike’s glance but he looks back down at her pussy. She turns to meet Colin’s next kiss, her thighs parting slightly again.
Mike watches quietly while the man beside him groans and smiles back at his friend enjoying the show. That guy catches a waitress passing and orders a round of drinks. Barry is chatty, asking who everyone is and going on about what he’s seen there at the club when he comes regularly on a Saturday night.
Libby sits forward on the edge of the couch and leans for her glass again. Mike cranes his neck with the other men.
“Mm, fuck yeah,” Barry groans approvingly.
Colin rubs the back of Libby’s neck and she remains sitting forward. She looks down at herself, her shoulders scrunching a little and her dress gaping more fully.
Mike sits up further to have a look at her tits. She glances down again then peers back up at his face.
“Nice nipples, tasty little chocolates,” the guy John says from leaning further over the back of Mike’s couch.
Libby bites a lip. “Thanks,” she says softly.
Another man passing stops to have a look too. He’s older – about Mike’s age. He nods to Colin and smiles down at Libby. He tilts his head for a more deliberate look at her tits. She looks down at them then back up at him. “Will you be going into one of the sex rooms?” he asks politely.
“No, sorry dude,” Colin answers.
The man nods. “It’s just that everyone’s wondering.” He smiles and tilts for a better look again.
Libby glances down and scrunches her shoulders a bit more. Colin massages the back of her neck. She peers up and around at everyone looking at her tits.
“Yeah, we’re all askin’ round over at the bar and hopin’ one of you guys are gonna take her into a room,” the older man says. He chuckles. “That other pretty girl there has been in three times so far. She’s looking a bit worn out, haha.”
Everyone has a look over at the young couple Mike had noticed earlier. There are two men, probably in their late thirties, chatting with them.
“I think they’re gonna fuck her as well,” the man from the bar says. “The young hubby there just stands and watches. These guys are smooth talkin’ him and his wife around. They’re only newly married and it looks like they came here on the advice of the husband’s boss. He was first to fuck the girl and apparently he’s comin’ back to pick them up later. Every time they come from the rooms someone else starts workin’ them, though.”
“Yeah, I watched that first guy fuck her earlier,” Barry adds in agreement. “So that was the husband’s boss, hey?”
“Yeah, or so he was bragging up at the bar.”
“He was a huge man. Nearly squashed the poor girl,” John tosses in.
“But big men don’t necessarily squash you,” Libby challenges. “It’s fine as long as they hold their weight. They’re usually quite strong.”
Mike chuckles. “Absolutely! A case in point right here.”
“Nah, man, this guy was twice your size,” John says, chuckling along with everyone else.
“Do you guys mind if I..?” the guy from the bar asks, motioning to pull a chair over. “I’m Neville, by the way. We’ve met before,” he says to the other two strangers who seem to have settled in.
“Yeah, that’s fine,” Colin responds to him after a glance at Libby. “I’m Colin and this is my wife Libby.”
Everyone exchanges greetings. Neville positions his chair beside Mike. Libby’s rests back against Colin, her legs swayed towards where Mike is sitting. Neville leans closer to Mike and has a look at Libby’s pussy. She watches him, as does Colin.
“So, have you guys been married long?” Barry asks.
“Only a couple of years. But we’ve been together since school, and still goin’ strong,” Colin tells the group, and he meets Libby’s kiss.
Libby has turned her upper body and her thighs have parted a little. Mike can see the full length of her slit through the thin mesh of her panties. The three men around him all lean in for another look as well.
Barry groans. “Fuck yeah. Just pull the hem of her dress up a bit, man? Inch it up so there’s no shadow and we can see properly. The lighting’s not that fantastic in here, haha.”
Colin’s face heats a little but he complies with the request. He has an arm around Libby. He pinches her dress at her waist, and she lifts while he tugs it up a bit. Libby’s blush rises too, not being used to all this adoring male attention. She meets Mike’s gaze.
“That’s good, love, keep your legs open for us. Just a bit wider.”
“Hmm, okay, haha” Libby giggles nervously, peering around at everyone as her blush deepens.
Neville lifts his head for a better look. He grins at Colin. “Looks like your pretty wife’s got a nice little sweet spot, eh? Bet it’s tight?”
“Yeah, dude, that’s gotta be tight,” Barry agrees, having another obvious look as well. “What do you say, Mike?”
Mike meets Libby’s eyes. “I’m thinking she’s more than just tight.” He looks back down at her pussy. “I’m guessing wet and juicy right now, and molten hot inside.”
The other men groan their interest at the thought. Libby smooths her hands down between her thighs, all the way to her knees as she sits forward. Colin massages the back of her neck again.
“Yeah that’s it, show us her tits, man,” John says and moves around from behind the couch.
Libby peers up at him. “You can sit next to me if you like.”
There’s just enough room for three on the couch. Libby edges across a little and John sits. He rests an arm along the backrest. Libby bites a grin and scrunches her shoulders as he looks down her front. “Yeah that’s nice. That’s a good dress.”
Mike gets up and takes his drink for a stroll around the back of the other couch. Libby smiles up at him. He rests forward and has another look at her tits. Neville switches to the seat Mike vacated and leans to the side to have a closer look at her pussy. Libby reaches up and squeezes Mike’s free hand. She raises her other arm and rakes her hair. Her tits lift within the fitted bodice of her dress, her tight little nipples poking out the top.
John touches the edge of her dress where it’s bunched at her hip. He runs a single finger up and slowly back down her side. He meets Colin’s glance. Libby keeps her arms raised and looks down at his hand. John keeps checking with Colin as he strokes back up the seam of Libby’s little dress. He traces all the way to the top and runs his finger along a bit. Mike has both of Libby’s hands now and squeezes them. John hooks a finger over the top of her dress and pulls it down to expose a tit.
“Fuck yeah,” Barry groans.
John meets Colin’s glance again. Libby takes a big breath and holds it. John closes his hand over her tit and squeezes, feeling the nipple with his thumb.
“Mmm,” Libby moans softly and arches upward against the contact. She grips Mike’s fingers, her head lifting and her eyes softly closed.
John hooks the other side of her dress and pulls the bodice down to reveal that breast as well. “You’re not allowed to do much out here,” he says to Colin. “Kissing and a bit of a feel is okay, but they make you go into a room for anythin’ more.”
“Okay. Out here will have to do,” Colin tells the guy.
John nods and looks back at what he’s doing. He has the top of Libby’s dress folded down and feels from one breast to the other while everyone watches. The two men sitting opposite are leaning over the small table. Barry touches one of Libby’s knees and guides her legs open a little. John stops feeling her up and leaves her dress folded down and her tits on display. Three more men have approached and are watching from over the back of the couch opposite, facing Libby. She blushes at them and fixes her dress, tugging it up to cover herself. They all give smiles and nods. Two of them move on. The other takes a seat at a bar table nearby and settles watching from there.
John touches Libby’s hair, smoothing it over an ear. She looks at him and he bends to her and kisses her lips. He breaks off and leaves her with eyes glazed and her mouth open. He winks at Colin then holds the back of Libby’s head and kisses her again. He takes her more passionately this time, extending his tongue into her mouth.
“Yeah, that’s nice,” Barry groans. “Can I have a turn?”
Colin nods to him and gets up. Barry stands and edges past him, taking the seat beside Libby. He waits while his friend takes Libby’s lips again. Mike reaches down from the back of the couch and feels one of her tits. Libby is released from being kissed and looks up at Mike. He isolates her nipple and strokes it with his thumb. Colin stands beside Mike and looks down at what he’s doing.
“They’re nice aren’t they, man?” John encourages, and he tugs down the other side of Libby’s dress and squeezes that tit again.
“Yeah they’re nice. Been wantin’ to have a feel of them,” Mike says.
Libby smiles through her blush. “Well, now you have, haven’t you?”
Neville moves across his couch to be directly in front of Libby and a bit closer to her. Mike moves to Libby’s other tit and massages it while everyone watches. Barry is stroking her thigh. He shifts beneath and lifts her leg over his.
“Ooh yeah, spread her,” Neville says, staring at her pussy.
“Mmm, but not too wide,” Libby utters shyly. “Not here like this.”

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Chapter 30

It’s just on seven that night when Libby is led by her husband into the lobby of a beachfront hotel on the side of town they have never been able to afford to stay at. It’s a warm sultry night, her skin clammy, her belly uneasy with nerves. She has on a sleek backless dress to her knees. The neckline plunges in the front and the skirt is split high between her legs. She’s completely naked beneath it, as requested by their host. She is wearing the expensive-looking ruby pendant and earrings he had delivered to her by courier that afternoon.
Mike is there to meet them at the main restaurant bar. He approaches and takes Libby’s hands, kissing both cheeks. “Stunning!” is all he says. He’s dressed in a fine dark suit and smells wonderful.
They are shown to a booth seat at the back of the restaurant. Libby is guided in and the men sit either side of her. She can’t seem to speak, while Colin is stammering nervously in response to Mike’s chatter.
There is wine waiting. Libby starts on it, sipping regularly as Mike goes on about the hotel, which is one of a number he has invested in apparently.
“Yes, you look absolutely stunning, Libby,” he says again, pausing to look her up and down. “That’s a lovely dress. Is it new?”
“Ah huh. I bought it for you.” Libby looks down at herself, plucking at the scooped neckline. “It’s very revealing without the bra I bought to go with it.”
“That’s okay, young Raymond, our waiter, will no doubt enjoy the view. I see he’s already been checking you out, love.”
Mike signals for the guy to approach, and he orders another bottle of wine. Libby meets the waiter’s smile, his eyes rolling down to her cleavage as she deliberately scrunches her shoulders a little for him. He’s an attractive 30-something man with long dark hair tied back, and a hint of a tattoo beneath his collar.
Mike and Colin continue chatting while Libby sits there zoning out, dreaming of more shopping. The waiter returns after a few minutes, and she leans forward this time and shows him her breasts properly. The other men are still talking but Mike’s hand closes over her thigh and squeezes as the waiter tilts his head for a deliberate look down her dress.
“Yeah, that’s nice, love,” Mike says after the waiter has gone. “I want you to show him each time he comes by, okay? Will you do that for me?”
“Ah huh,” Libby utters, and she meets her husband’s gaze.
“Kiss her, son. Kiss your gorgeous wife,” Mike instructs.
Libby closes her eyes as Colin takes her lips softly. He deepens the kiss and she opens her eyes to check around, noticing several men and women looking over before Colin breaks off the kiss and releases her.
“Yes, very nice,” Mike says to them both. “Now, just to let everyone know you’re being shared tonight, love,” he goes on, and he quickly bends to Libby and takes her lips as well, holding the back of her neck with one hand, stroking her face with the other, and deepening the kiss the way her husband just did.
After being released that time, Libby notices that it’s more so the women at the neighboring tables watching her than the men. She comes out of her trance by the time she’s finished her second glass of wine, and laughs and chats with her two men. The food waiter is an older man named Alfred, and he examines her breasts even more overtly than the younger guy each time he drops by.
Soon they are up on the dance floor and Libby dances with her husband and her older soon-to-be lover. The restaurant is becoming quite the party venue as the night rolls on. It’s getting on eleven when Mike looks from Libby to her husband with purpose when they are seated back at their table.
“So, I think it’s about time I took your lovely wife upstairs, son. Time I started servicing her, don’t you think?”
“Um…” Colin’s face has reddened instantly. “But she’s still on the pill though, aren’t you, Lib?”
“No, that’s fine,” Mike goes on, and he checks around before looking back at Colin. “I’m just going to enjoy fucking her for now.” He looks to Libby. “For the sheer pleasure of it.”
“Ah huh,” Libby utters softly, feeling her own blush rise and a warm tingling between her legs.
“And in private for this first time, son.” Mike goes on, still holding Libby’s gaze. “I’ll bring her back to you in the morning, okay?”
“Aw fuck,” Colin groans. “All night? I thought it wasn’t gonna be all night.”
“No, just once, though. Let me fuck your lovely wife all through the night this first time okay, son? I’m seriously banked up from waiting all week.” He strokes Libby’s face and down to the neckline of her dress, gently caressing her skin with his fingers. “My balls are already full and aching for release, love. You’ll let me get a few loads off in that fertile young belly, won’t you.”
“Mmm, okay,” Libby agrees softly, and she looks to her husband. “I don’t mind if he has me all night this first time, Colin. I’d really like it if he wants to fuck me over and over.”
“Yeah, there’s a good girl,” Mike croons, and discretely feels between Libby’s thighs while taking her lips. “Oh yeah, that’s so fucking wet,” he breathes into her face.
“Ah huh,” Libby moans into his mouth, and she parts her legs for him.
“Your wife is so ready for this, Colin. Her body’s primed and ready for some cock.” The older man is talking into Libby’s mouth but breaks off the kiss and looks to her husband. “I’m going to enjoy taking her from you, son. It’s so hot up inside of her. I’m gonna love the feel of her soft, wet pussy squeezing my dick.”
“Uhh..hh..huhh,” Libby moans as the guy’s thumb rubs her clit, his middle and ring fingers deep inside of her.
“Sliding in and out of her warm, slick little tunnel,” he groans into her mouth. “Her fertile young womb all open and ready,” he goes on, then he looks to Colin again. “Her vaginal walls throbbing around my dick and sucking the sperm out of my balls hey, son? You want that, don’t you? You want to give her up to me, right?”
“Yeah, I wanna give ‘er to ya. I want ya ta hava,” Colin says and gulps.
“Yes, good man,” Mike goes on, extracting his fingers from Libby’s pussy and holding them up. “Mmm, look at that, hey.” He spreads his fingers with Libby’s lubricating juice stringing between them. “Definitely ready, wouldn’t you say, Colin?”
Colin nods, gulping hard again. “Yeah, I’d say so.” He watches Mike sucking slowly on his fingers, feeling his own face flush and his cock throbbing in his suit trousers.
“And who are you ready for, love? Whose cum do you want in your belly right now?”
Libby is across the table from her husband and leaning into the older man, cuddled to his chest. “I want yours,” she answers obediently.
He strokes her face. “Tell your husband.”
Libby looks to Colin. She takes a breath. “I want his cum in me, Colin.” Her blush fires up. “I want him to give me a baby.”
“Yeah? Aw fuck,” Colin groans, with one hand under the table squeezing his throbbing cock.
“Yes, perfect,” Mike says. “Now just let young Raymond here have another look at these beautiful breasts, and we’ll leave your husband to it okay, love.”
“So, how are we going here?” the waiter asks, smiling broadly as he approaches.
“Going just fine thanks,” Mike answers, squeezing the back of Libby’s neck as she sits forward.
The waiter is gathering glasses, his eyes roll down to Libby’s breasts.
“It’s okay, have a good look,” Mike says to him. “She wants you to. We all want you to, don’t we, Colin?”
Colin looks up at the other man. “Yeah, we want ya to.”
The guy grins and angles for a better look. Libby scrunches her shoulders for him, checking to see her nipples are exposed then peering up at him.
“That’s a nice rack, baby.” His voice has mellowed and deepened. “She’s your wife hey, man?” he directs at Colin.
Colin gulps and nods.
The guy grins at Mike. “And you’re um..?”
“Yes, I’m about to take this lovely young lady upstairs for the night. You’ll take care of her husband, keep my tab open for him?”
“Sure,” the guy says, smiling some more and tilting for another look at Libby’s tits.
Libby looks across at a mature woman seated nearby watching. Her blush has drained as her mind reels with the excitement of the situation. The waiter hooks a finger in her dress and pulls it open further. The older woman swallows hard, her lips pursed, her legs squeezed together and one hand clutching a thigh while the other toys with the neckline of her own dress.
Libby watches the woman’s face as the waiters hooked finger moves from one side of her open dress to the other, he and the two men she’s with examining each of her bare breasts. There is another woman watching as well, a younger one about Libby’s age on an anniversary dinner, cuddling up to her husband. Libby had met and spoken with, Lucy, earlier in the night and was questioned about her relationship with Mike. They exchange a smile and Libby sees the girl’s husband watching intently, feeling her breast in the darkness of their booth.
Libby is taken by the hand and led past the young couple, holding their excited gazes until she turns back to see Colin has followed as far as their table. Libby is cuddled close by the older man about to have sex with her. She is taken from the restaurant, still looking back over her shoulder at her husband, who has been joined by Lucy’s husband. Lucy is kneeling on her seat and watching her over the back of it, waving absently.

 

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at the lake

Chapter 1

“You’re only 37, Barry. Get real.”
“Late 30’s isn’t young for men, though, Eve. I’m a good 10 years past my prime.”
Eve giggles. “You don’t look it, sexy man.”
Barry takes his young wife into his arms and meets her kiss. “Thanks to the gym membership you bought me for Christmas, I don’t look too bad. James is a year older than me and Olsen is only 35. They’ve both gone to seed.”
“Well ‘seed’ would actually be helpful. Are you saying I should get some off them?”
Barry chuckles. “They wish, sweetheart. Although Gloria and Jill still look pretty good. They’re both over 30, aren’t they?”
“Yes – and with children. They’re both still hot but they work out too. If you men are going to sit around on your arses all day doing silly lawyer stuff you should expect those arses to be fat.”
“Oh. So I had a fat arse! That’s why you bought me the membership?”
“Pretty much, Barry. It was getting there. You know we girls like the feel of a nice firm bum when it’s wiggling between our legs, don’t you? I mean, we don’t ask for much else. A bit of a beer belly and even small man boobs are passable on a mature guy, but only if he has a firm butt.”
Barry doesn’t need to look but he takes a tour of his pretty wife’s body anyway. She’s a lovely slender young woman of 24 – perfect for child bearing and well ready for that. “Looking like this you certainly get to demand standards too, sweetheart. That’s why I’ve been doing three nights a week on that membership, you know? Because you were entitled to give me a wake-up call. I’m glad you did.”
“Good.” Eve snaps another kiss to his lips and goes back to her kitchen and the meal she’s preparing. “And stop worrying about it, Barry. The doctor said it’s perfectly normal for it to take longer getting pregnant when you are more mature. It doesn’t mean you’re past it. He said at around 40 we can expect a year or more of trying. He didn’t even want to do those tests yet.”
“Yeah, well I still wanted to know – to be sure. I know a couple of other men my age who tested with a low sperm count and motility. Those numbers and averages are way better for guys under 25. There’s no doubt we peak about there.”
Barry finishes up work on his laptop and shuts it, putting it in his case out of the way. Eve brings over their meals. He opens a fresh bottle of wine.
“So, are they going to survive without you for two whole weeks?” Eve asks.
“They’ll be fine. I’ve cleared everything. I told them they can email me if they need to but no calls unless it’s an emergency.” Barry’s hungry after gym. He’s devouring the big rare steak in front of him. “Should be great visiting the folks without them being there for a change, eh?”
Eve giggles. “Oh yeah! All the benefits and none of the hardship.”
“Hardship? Are they really that bad, sweetheart?”
“No – your parent’s are wonderful, Barry. For a couple of hours at a time.”
Barry chuckles in agreement. It’s a two hour drive to the lake where his parents have retired in a beautiful house overlooking the water. It’s usually just a day trip to visit – a couple of hours over lunch. That’s enough for Barry too.
“Anyway, I think it’s wonderful that they’re travelling now. They worked so hard all their lives and deserve it.”
“Yeah, it looks like a nice cruise. Plus they’ve got their friends along, so it should be quite a party.”
“Yes and we get to babysit the glasshouse. Awesome!” Eve says, her eyes lighting up.
“And we get to babysit Dad’s cabin cruiser. It will need some attention too, I expect.”
“And you get to have sex with me every morning.”
Barry grins. “I do?”
“Yup. I don’t care about the getting pregnant thing. I just want more sex. You’ve been neglecting me lately. I can’t remember the last time you cuddled up with a woody in the morning.”
Barry shrugs, meeting his wife’s tease. “That’s probably because you don’t sleep nude anymore. Whose mother bought you all the long nighties, baby, mine or yours?”
Eve glares but cracks a smile too. “Mine actually, now that you mention it. But it’s been too cold so far. When is spring going to start warming up?”
“Tomorrow!” Barry pushes his empty plate forward and finishes his wine. “I checked the forecast. Looks like we’re in for a couple of pretty good weeks of sun. I think we’re going to get lucky.”

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Chapter 6

Eve likes how small the penis of the thin boy is. It’s in her mouth, incredibly stiff, and it’s pulsing and gushing semen. Again, there’s quite a lot of it! She moves it around in her mouth while still sucking and enjoying the feel of the young guy getting off. She looks up at Barry watching intently. She takes the dick from her mouth and kisses it then swallows the huge wad of cum, all the while holding her husband’s gaze.
Eve takes the guys cock back into her mouth and strokes it with her lips. It hardens quickly. The guy begins to thrust, surprising her. She grips him and peers up. “Do you want to cum again?” He nods. She blushes at what flashes to mind. “Okay. I’ll keep still and you fuck my mouth. Grab a big handful of my hair to control my head and fuck my lips until you cum. Can you do that?”
He nods. “I think so. I’ve seen that on pornos.”
“Uh huh – like that. Just fuck my mouth,” Eve tells him and takes his cock back in deep. “Mmm,” she moans as he surges and probes her throat. She grips him and controls the depth but lets him use his hips. He controls her head and humps up into her, spearing through her fist and fucking her until he drives up one final time and holds firm. His dick swells and throbs. More heavy jets of semen squirt up against the roof of her mouth and fill her senses.
Eve swallows the young guy’s second load and sits up wiping her mouth. Barry sends the boy along then goes to see the two of them for a moment. He comes back and helps her through to the front seat then backs the car out and drives home.
Eve is still licking her teeth and swallowing at the taste in her mouth. “Thank you,” she says to her husband. “That was so nice and yucky.”
“Want some more, baby?”
“Um – no! You have to fuck me hard.”
“Yeah, as soon as we get back to the house.”
Eve giggles. “Good – while I can still taste this.”
Barry looks at her. “I can’t believe we just did that. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I love watching you with MY dick in your mouth. Seeing another guy’s cock sliding through your lips like that – how red and pumped up it was – how stiff it looked. Baby, I could see them throb when they were unloading. It looked like they both came pretty hard.”
“Uh huh – it was a lot to swallow each time. But as long as they enjoyed it.”
“They sure as hell did. I told them to check for us to park there tomorrow in case you wanted it again,” Barry says. “I certainly won’t mind if you do, sweetheart – just while we’re here, if you wanted to suck them off again.”
Eve takes in her husband’s obvious excitement without answering, noticing his bulge. Right now she feels as though she would definitely want to do it again. Whether she and Barry will feel the same way after the heat of the moment wears off is another question, she thinks.
“I mean, I just told them to check for us. I didn’t promise anything,” Barry assures.
Eve smiles. “I know. It’s fine, Barry. I like the thought of doing it for them again, too. Knowing young guys like that, I’m sure they’ll be super horny for more by tomorrow. And now that they’ve had me do that once, I like the thought of them knowing they can get it from me again.”

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Chapter 10

Eve wakes. The clock on the dresser shows 1:30 AM. She’s nude on the bed with Curt spooned behind her. She shakes his arm. “Curt! Wake up!”
“Huh?” He stirs and yawns. “What time is it?”
“It’s the middle of the night. We went to sleep.”
He feels her breast and snuggles into her neck. “Yeah I guess.”
“No – we have to get up. We weren’t supposed to be sleeping together.”
“Yeah okay, sure. Just five more minutes.”
“No,” Eve squirms from his cuddle and stands. “Come on, you have to go home now,” she tells her new lover. She pulls on her robe and ties it tight. The lights are off in the living room.
Curt lines up beside her looking over the rail. He’s pulling his shirt on. “Okay, I’ll take off,” he says, taking her around the waist and pulling her to him. “That was amazing, Eve, thank you,” he whispers into a kiss.
Eve lets him taste her mouth again, opening for him and meeting his tongue. She pushes him away after a moment, though, and she follows him downstairs with her arms wrapped around her naughty body. Barry is at the kitchen counter with a bottle of scotch. Eve goes to him. “Sorry – we fell asleep.”
Barry nods, putting an arm around her. Curt approaches the other side of the counter and sits on a stool. “May I?” he asks about the scotch.
Eve gets him a glass, Barry pours. The two men raise glasses, gazing steadily and making Eve’s skin tingle.
Barry clears his throat. “Obviously my parents can never know about this, Curt.”
“Of course.” Curt grins at Eve. “I’m not sure I didn’t just dream it myself.”
Eve blushes. “Um – no, not just a dream. It felt real enough to me.”
“So that was completely unprotected, you realize?” Barry asks Curt, his voice still husky.
Curt nods. “Yeah I know. And close to ovulating, do you think?”
“We’re not sure,” Eve says, looking to her husband.
“There’s a good chance she will be anytime now,” Barry adds, cuddling her to his side again.
“Well, one positive is that you and I are not dissimilar in appearance, Barry – both dark hair, Caucasian. We could nearly pass for being related. If it’s my sperm that gets Eve pregnant, it might not be obvious.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Barry replies. “And do you know whether you have a high count or not by any chance?”
“No, man, wouldn’t know. I do know I deposited a lot of semen in that tight little belly, though. And it certainly felt alive and healthy coming out of my balls. She made me cum so fucking hard, didn’t you, beautiful?”
Eve’s blush fires up some more. “Mmm – I hope I made you cum hard. It certainly felt like you did. He must have been saving up all week by the feel of the way he spurted all up in me,” she tells her husband.
“It’s probably a good thing we stayed lying in bed for a couple of hours after. That’s supposed to help sperm make its way up into your womb, isn’t it?” Curt asks, finishing his scotch. “I mean – gravity.”
“Yeah, we do that all the time,” Barry agrees. “Don’t we, sweetheart?”
Eve meets his kiss. “Yes – I don’t think I lost too much of Curt’s. I was also having an orgasm when he was ejaculating, and I think maybe that helps a bit.”
“Definitely agree with that,” Curt declares. “It was like her pussy was sucking me off for a while there – like she sucked my balls dry.”
“Mmm – that’s so hot to think about it like that,” Eve says, touching her belly. “I really love to suck.”
“Show us your belly?” Curt says.
Eve lifts her robe and shows him. “I hope I sucked it all up in here.”
Curt’s smiling. “That’s a pretty little slit. Nice and tight too, eh, Barry?”
Barry nods. “Yep. Sure is.”
Eve holds her robe up while the men look at her.
“I’m getting another boner. I’d better go,” Curt says, smiling up from Eve’s display. She lowers her clothing and tugs it straight. “See me out?” he asks her.
Eve squeezes Barry’s hand and leaves him to follow Curt to the foyer. He opens the door and turns to her, taking her into his arms. He doesn’t say anything, just presses to her lips. They’re still in plain sight of Barry. Eve meets his gaze but submits to the other man’s kiss. Curt clutches the back of her neck and holds her while extending his tongue deep into her mouth. She grips his shirt. He then nuzzles her neck. She lifts her head and holds her hair out of the way. He sucks on her skin while she stares into her husband’s eyes.
A few minutes later, Curt has gone and Barry cuddles up behind Eve at the sink drinking a glass of water. “Sorry – we went to sleep like that,” she says.
Barry kisses her shoulder and rubs down her hips. Eve snuggles back, cuddling his head and pressing her face to his. “How many times did he fuck you, baby?”
“Twice, but he made me orgasm about five times. He certainly knows what he’s doing. And with the way he’s been kissing me, as you could see.”

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Nature's Game

Annabelle comes from the bedroom wringing her hands in front. Luke’s heart thumps at sight of his wife. The little grey skirt she’s wearing looks even shorter than the first time he saw it. It reveals her full thigh gap. She sits up on her stool and Luke doesn’t even need to tilt his head to see her crotch. Her panties are white satin with a pretty lace trim around the edges – the lace extending above the tiny patch of satin and her pink skin visible through it – the top of her slit visible as a slightly darkened indentation. All of this is clearly on display with the tiny skirt stretched taut across her slender thighs and not even covering her bottom, as is apparent in how high the garment has ridden up at the sides.
Luke’s cock has firmed. “What about when you cross your legs – do your panties still show?”
Annabelle nods and crosses her legs to demonstrate. The view is then limited to a small triangle of lace with the indentation of her slit still clearly visible. She uncrosses her legs and rubs down to her knees. “Is this okay?”
Luke swallows hard and nods. He then leans forward and has a look down the front of Annabelle’s blouse. The matching white satin and lace bra is less revealing than the one she modelled the other day. It’s very pretty though, and offers a view of nipple through the lace – the blouse gaping quite a lot with just the one button undone.
“He’s gonna go nuts for you, baby. I mean, I know he will have his hands all over you at some point. I’m expecting that much.”
“Uh huh – me too,” Annabelle utters. “I can’t wait for him to get here now but I’m also too nervous.” She looks around. “I’ve still got two hours to wait. I think I might get changed and go for a jog.”
“Oh okay. Good idea. I’m just gonna get dressed and take off. I’m not going to work today though, so I’ll just take your car, okay?”
“Oh? You’re not working?”
“No, I’m too nervous too, baby. I’m going for a drive down the coast – just get out on the highway and try to chill.”

***

Annabelle is standing on her front porch when Paul Jamison pulls up in her driveway. She has her trusty favourite cardigan in her hand, strategically covering her bare upper thighs, and she keeps it in place as she hurries to the passenger side of the car. She is there waiting before Paul has had time to get out and open her door. He leans across and does so, beaming a smile as she slips into the soft leather seat – bare against her panty-covered bottom – her cardigan still strategically in place.
“Hi,” she sings cheerily while fastening her seatbelt. “Can we get going, please?”
Paul peers at the house, seemingly looking for her husband’s face in one of the windows, and backs out to zoom off up the street.
Annabelle’s plan is to break the expectation she had given the guy with her texting and the phone call. She needs to backtrack in order to meet the new limitations she has agreed to with her husband. She’s actually quite pleased to do so, feeling as though she had indeed gone too far too fast with this man she hardly knows.
He seems to have picked up on things quickly. After a question or two about why they had to leave so hurriedly he has settled into discussion about the lecture, seeming really quite nervous about it.
Annabelle had brushed his questions about their quick getaway. “Actually, you were right – I was worried about my husband seeing us, but he wasn’t there. I just wanted to be gone before he got back from down the street.”
“Oh, I see. Didn’t wanna be caught in that hot little skirt, huh? It looks every bit as short as you said it would be.”
“Oh this?” Annabelle concedes, blushing, and she folds her cardigan and puts it on the back seat. She has turned to do that and Paul is looking at her crotch.
“Yeah, now that’s much better,” he says. “Ooh that’s nice, Annabelle. That’s sexy.”
“Hmm – I’m glad you think so,” Annabelle utters, plucking a little at her hem but not pulling it down at all. She has her knees together but the seat is deep and they’re slightly raised. She can feel the full depth of her crotch exposed and she can also feel how wet she is. She’s been dripping all morning in anticipation of the man seated beside her. “I like your shirt,” she tells him. It’s a plain green polo shirt contoured to the muscle in his shoulders and chest. The short sleeves are stretched tight around huge biceps.
He gives her a smile then tilts to look at her crotch again. “Those are pretty too. Did you choose them especially for me?”
“Uh huh,” Annabelle utters, her blush rising a little more. She lets the warm tingly feeling wash over her. “I was thinking of you when I bought this skirt and these panties, Paul. I hoped you would like them.”
“Oh, I do,” Paul goes on and tilts for another look. “Fuck yeah.” he groans. “Every guy in the company wants a look up your skirt, Annabelle. You’ve got great legs – fantastic thighs that you never show.” He grins up to meet her eyes. “You’re already wet too.” He tilts for another look. “Can see the shape of your slit – all the way down. Fucking amazing.”
Annabelle takes a breath. “But you’re not allowed to fuck me, okay?”
“No? Sure looks like you want me to.”
“I did but I’ve changed my mind.”
The guy chuckles. “I’ve heard of women doing that.”
“Well, now you’re experiencing it,” Annabelle tosses back. “I brought slacks in case you can’t handle it.” She fishes in her shoulder bag and extracts a pair of black pants. “Would you advise me to put them on?” she asks her smiling driver.
“Might not be a bad idea with Michael around. I think I can handle this lovely view though.” He has another deliberate look at Annabelle’s panties. “So – look but don’t touch, huh?”
Annabelle thinks carefully about how to respond to that. She meets the man’s eyes. “Can I just be open with you, Paul?”
Paul nods. “Of course. Open would be good since I don’t really get what’s happening here. With you being a married woman obviously.” He looks at Annabelle’s left hand and wedding rings, shrugging the question.
“My husband and I are playing a sexy game with each other. I’ve been dressing up a bit and he’s been letting other men see me and enjoy me a little bit.”
“Enjoy you?” Paul questions immediately.
“Yes,” Annabelle answers simply.
“Enjoy you in what way exactly?”
“Um. I don’t really want to give details. Just to a certain level and no more.” Annabelle edges around to be facing Paul. His eyes lower to her crotch again – her knees having parted slightly. “It’s not just teasing with you other men though. My husband’s been letting me go as far as oral sex so far. We’ve just discussed what’s happening and decided to not go any further than that at the moment.”
Paul’s large hand closes over Annabelle’s lower thigh. He glances from the highway. She has closed her eyes and taken a breath, but she opens to find him looking at her face. “I like the idea of oral,” he says. “That’s a fair enough limit.”
Annabelle smiles through her blush and tries not to arch upward too obviously as Paul squeezes a little higher up her thigh. “Although I think it should be something for later – not until after work,” she tells him.
The concentration in his expression relaxes and he smiles again. “So – look but don’t touch until after work, huh? Sounds fair enough too.”
Annabelle places her hand upon his, holding it still while she leans forward and taps on the radio, scanning for a good travel music channel. She finds one and rests back in the soft leather seat, still with her hand upon Paul’s. They have stopped in a line of traffic waiting at road works. He holds her eyes and reaches for her, stroking her face and cupping the back of her head. She closes her eyes and leans into him as he pulls her close. His lips touch hers softly at first. She opens for him and he breathes into her, pressing more firmly and tilting as he deepens the kiss.
Annabelle relaxes into this new man – into the scent and powerful essence of him. She opens wide and caresses his tongue in her mouth. She has a hand clutched to her chest and she slips a button through its hole. She’s now holding his wrist with her other hand. His fingers are spread and pressing close to her crotch. She relaxes her hold and one of them strokes through her slit. He probes deeper with his tongue at the same time. She melts completely into him, allowing him to tilt her head back and move over her. He just softly strokes her pussy and continues taking her mouth. She releases his wrist and clutches his shirt, feeling the ripped definition of his pecs and digging her nails in a bit.
“I’ve been wanting to kiss you like this since the day you started at work, Annabelle.” He has relented and lifted to nuzzle her face and look into her eyes.
“Have you really?” she asks, taking a couple of breaths while she can. “I didn’t think you knew I existed,” she goes on with a giggle into his next soft kiss.
“I know. I’ve gotten into too much trouble in the past misbehaving at work. I’m good at feigning disinterest and professionalism now.” Cars are pulling out and driving around them. Paul’s eyes roll to check out what’s happening up ahead. There’s a green light in the distance. He takes Annabelle’s mouth once more – his kiss still soft but deepening as well. Annabelle can’t help melting into it but squeezes her thighs together as he gropes more firmly between them.
Paul suddenly lifts from her and refastens his seatbelt. He pulls into the passing line of traffic. Annabelle can feel the fabric of her panties creased into her pussy and she discretely fixes them while he isn’t looking. She checks her hair in the vanity mirror on the back of the sun visor, moving her legs around straight and tugging her skirt down a little as she settles.
Paul has a look at her breasts through her open blouse. He boldly reaches across and slips a hand in through the gaping neckline, covering one breast and squeezing it. She claims his wrist again but doesn’t push him away. “It’s supposed to be no touching,” she says with a mock glare.
He thumbs her erect little nipple before extracting his hand. “It’s amazing your husband’s okay with this.”
“He’s an amazing guy,” Annabelle states frankly.
Paul chuckles. “He’s a fucking lucky guy.”
“You usually make your own luck,” Annabelle tosses back with a glance. “You seem pretty lucky too. Bethany is beautiful and she’s really great to work for when she’s around.”
Paul nods. “Plus she’s cool with us both having our fun.”
“Oh? An arrangement?” Annabelle asks with interest. “An open marriage?”
Paul nods some more. “Beth has a couple of steady boyfriends overseas. We don’t hide anything and don’t sleep around too widely. I’ll have to tell her about you, but I could withhold your actual name if you’d prefer?”
“Oh wow. Um – I don’t know. I guess I wouldn’t mind her knowing about me if it’s all above board. Maybe best not to let it get around work otherwise though.”
“Definitely!” Paul agrees. “I’ve not actually slept with anyone else from work either, by the way. Well, not with any other current employee of the company.”
Annabelle smiles. “Well, I’m flattered then.”
Paul glances from the road a few times. “Me too.” He grins. “Can I ask one thing about ‘oral only’?”
“Um. I don’t know. What?”
He glances to check the road then looks back at Annabelle. “Do you swallow?”
Annabelle’s blush rises again and she does a little nod. “Yes I swallow,” she answers softly.
“Good. This will be fun,” Paul says, winking and looking back to the road.
Annabelle turns to watch out her window for a while. She has noticed the size of the package in Paul’s shorts though, and can’t help checking on it from time to time as they chat. It’s not as if he’s obviously erect at all – more so the whole crotch area between his powerful looking thighs is full, making Annabelle imagine both his penis and balls to be quite large. She hopes his balls are of the oversized variety as she glances again while remembering the glory hole from the previous night.

*

It takes less than an hour on the expressway to reach their destination. The college is right there at the exit. Paul knows his way around and drives right to the door of the admin building that houses his friend’s office.
Annabelle unbuckles and grabs her cardigan from the back seat. Paul checks around. The parking area is quiet. He pulls Annabelle to him and she tilts her head beneath as he presses to her lips. His kiss begins softly. Annabelle relaxes into the guy. She breathes and moans into his mouth as the sensuality of his kiss deepens and his tongue enters her. He’s holding her tight and sits back in his seat, drawing her across and onto his lap. He has her cradled with her face upturned. He strokes her hair and delves into her eyes. Annabelle lifts her chin and opens her mouth as he lowers close again. He only teases her lips though. She opens her eyes again and he’s still staring. “You’re so beautiful,” he tells her.
Annabelle draws a ragged breath and holds it as he takes her mouth again. She’s touching his chest. Her legs are scissored together on the other seat, the gear stick pressing against her groin. She’s lost in the passion and latent power oozing from the man holding her.
Suddenly there’s a knock on the passenger side window. Paul breaks the kiss and looks across with a start, his face quickly relaxing though. “Michael. How are you, man?”
The window lowers. Annabelle buries her head in Paul’s shoulder trying to hide there as the two men chuckle and exchange greetings. “This is Annabelle,” Paul says. “Annabelle – Michael.”
“Hi,” Annabelle squeaks through her full blush. The guy is smiling huge, his eyes all over her. She has her thighs pressed together but her legs are bent up there right in front of him. He gives her a little nod and greets her with wide eyes.
“So, you two are obviously hitting it off,” he comments.
Paul lifts Annabelle’s chin and presses his lips to hers softly. She holds his eyes – the teasing question in them. She frowns a little, unsure about this. He kisses her again but doesn’t try to force the situation, and he opens the door and slips from beneath her, leaving her sitting in the driver’s seat and fixing her clothing and hair.
Annabelle doesn’t know when she’ll get a chance to come back to the car so she takes her shoulder bag with her slacks in it, choosing to carry her cardigan and keep it covering the front of her bare thighs. She’s intensely aware of the amount of leg she’s showing. The skirt she has on is shorter than anything she’s ever worn outdoors before – shorter than anything she’s even worn around her house. She’s being included in chat and being ushered through doorways and along walkways. It seems the destination is the lecture hall where Michael is going to help out by getting Paul to do some practice on projecting his voice.
When they enter the lecture theatre, Michael asks Annabelle to sit at the back. She’s pleased to be hidden in a row of seats but keeps her cardigan steadfastly in place anyway. Michael’s voice booms and fills the theatre. It takes Paul a while to overcome his nerves and get the hang of it. He then proceeds to present the opening of his talk and Michael helps and instructs him through that – the pair of them finishing up laughing and chatting together while Annabelle relaxes in the cool dark of the big open room.
When the first group of students come in and take seats, Annabelle has to decide whether to stay up the back or join the men. She figures there’s no need for her to do anything in regard to Paul’s presentation. She’s only along for the ride – the thought of which makes her smile to herself and drift back to the kisses she has gotten so far.
The lecture theatre slowly fills. It’s quite cold with the air-conditioning, so Annabelle slips on her cardigan. A young guy two rows down from her immediately shifts sideways in his seat and has a look at her. The guy beside him notices and looks back as well. Annabelle’s heart is fluttering as she sits still with her knees not quite touching and the back of her thighs sticky on the wooden seat.
Paul begins delivering his lecture and seems to quickly overcome any nerves. Michael strolls up the aisle and takes a seat near Annabelle, but he chooses the row beneath her and sits one seat to the side turning to smile back at her. His eyes immediately flash to her legs and he blatantly checks out her crotch.
Annabelle’s blush rises instantly, but the way this man is so friendly and buddy-like with Paul has her feeling at ease with him. She shifts a little in her seat, swaying her legs towards him and allowing her knees to stray the tiniest bit apart. The two young guys are looking again but Annabelle keeps her head up and her gaze upon Paul.
Michael turns and has another look. “You’ve done a good job with this, Annabelle. Saved Paul’s arse.”
Annabelle meets his eyes and smiles. “Thanks. It was fun going through his old cases to find something.”
The older man leans across slightly and has another look. Annabelle rubs down her thighs but doesn’t press her knees together just yet.
“So, how long have you and Paul been seeing one another? He wouldn’t say.”
“Um – we’re not really seeing each other,” Annabelle answers.
“Ah okay – just hooking up then?”
“Hmm – I guess.”
The guy holds her eyes for a moment then his gaze slowly travels down her body. “Those are pretty,” he says, glancing back at her face then down to her panties again.
“Thanks.” Annabelle utters.
“You don’t mind me looking?” he goes on easily.
Annabelle gulps and shakes her head. “Except those young guys there are watching you do it.”
Michael turns and the two guys quickly look ahead at Paul speaking. Michael watches him for a moment too, and Paul gives him a tiny head toss to indicate he wants him to come back and help out. Michael turns back to Annabelle with a smile. “Don’t run off with any of these boys – I’m taking you guys to lunch, okay?”
“Okay,” Annabelle agrees cheerily.
The guy stands but leans right over to speak into her rear. “I know just the place for a skirt like that.”
He strides away and Annabelle crosses her legs away from the young guys still craning their necks to get looks at her. Paul and Michael have the theatre full of students enthralled and entertained for the next hour while Annabelle fails to keep her eyes open. She has dozed on and off and only wakes properly when everyone is filing out of the rows of seats and up the aisles to the exits.
Paul comes for her and claims her hand, keeping it within his own as he leads her to the front of the theatre and up several stairs to a staff exit. Michael is held up with a small gathering of students. Paul takes Annabelle out into a dark corridor and takes her into his arms. “Thanks for that – it was actually pretty easy following your script.”
“I’m glad,” Annabelle says, smiling up at the guy. He’s a full head taller than her.
He lowers to her lips and again his kiss is tender and sensual. She willingly opens for him when he deepens the contact and extends his tongue into her mouth. His arms are around her, crushing as he bends her back a little and moves more fully over her. She cuddles to his thick torso and uses her nails on the firm pillows of muscle rippling down his back.
He breaks the kiss and looks into her eyes. She waits with her mouth still open, the corridor and building beyond him a blur. He strokes her face and kisses her again softly. “We have to go to lunch with Michael. I kind of promised we would.”
“I know. That’s fine,” Annabelle agrees and tries to catch his lips as he brushes hers with them.
He grins. “You like being kissed, huh?”
Annabelle bites a lip and nods. “I love it.”
“Yeah? And your husband doesn’t mind?”
“Um – maybe a little. I’m not sure exactly.”
“Ah okay – that’s good. I hope you tell him how much you like my kisses.” Paul teases Annabelle’s parted lips again. “Will you tell him?”
Annabelle nods. “Uh huh, I’ll tell him how much I love your kisses.” She tries to capture another one but Paul pulls back out of her reach. “Plus you can kiss so much better than him,” she says through a sudden blush.
Paul chuckles and takes her lips again, pressing firmly then mashing his mouth over hers as he searches deep with his tongue. 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.
“That’s it, beautiful – let it go,” the older man breathes into Annabelle’s hair. She has lifted one hand to grip his head as well, holding him still and defending herself against any further stimulation.
Paul moves up her body and presses his wet, tangy mouth over hers. “You ready to suck some cock now?” he groans into her.
“Uh huh,” Annabelle utters. “I’m ready.”
She is lowered by both men with a hand each upon her shoulders. The older man’s cock is long and thin. Paul’s cock is long and thick. Annabelle kisses one head then the other. The men stroke her hair and take turns to pull her forward, thrusting into her mouth as far as her fist will let them.
Annabelle strokes and sucks. She wants to kiss their balls but they’re keeping her head in place and fucking her mouth. She submits and lets them, unable to even let go and feel how big and heavy their sets of balls might be, because she can’t allow either of them to insert too deep. It’s just not something she can imagine doing – to take a cock down her throat. And there’s no way Paul’s would fit anyway.
“Yeah, that’s it.” Paul is the first to lose control. He takes Annabelle’s head in both hands and begins sawing the end of his cock in and out of her. His thrusts grow harder and faster, his bottom flexing and quivering beneath Annabelle’s nails. He suddenly holds firm and tenses – his cock hardening then beginning to pulse, and Annabelle squeezes her eyes shut tight and accepts his semen gushing and flooding her mouth. “Yeah, fucking nice,” he groans and gives another thrust then holds again while the last few spurts empty the over-sized balls Annabelle is now feeling and softly massaging.
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 wanna 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 gonna 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?” Both men give a little chuckle. Paul takes her hand and helps her to stand. She pulls her bra down from where it’s still scrunched above her breasts and fixes it into place. “Well, is there a bathroom where I can freshen up and fix my makeup at least?”
Paul puts an arm around her as they walk. She cuddles to his side and he lowers his arm and takes her hand again instead, keeping hold of it until they have traversed several long corridors and Michael ushers her towards a ladies room.

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Luke is sitting in Annabelle’s little Honda staring out at the calm blue ocean. He’s two hours from home, having gotten on the expressway south and driven in a daze all morning. He fights off the thought of his beautiful wife with the huge, muscular man pictured in his mind. He hasn’t been able to dispel the images of him enjoying the view up her tiny skirt and down her blouse – right there beside him in the car.
Luke manages to stave off the churning in his gut long enough to force down a meat pie and can of lemonade for lunch. He then spins the car around and spends another two hours in a daze driving home.
His heart is in his throat as he turns the corner into his street, but there is no car in his driveway. The next thing newly wrenching his gut is whether or not Annabelle is home. It’s almost three, and if she’s not already back she would be due anytime.
Luke locks her car away and glares through the kitchen window as he approaches the back door. There’s no movement in the house that he can detect. The door is locked – his heart slipping from his throat with a pulse of relief. He doesn’t want his wife to still be with this other man, but facing her afterward is going to be even harder to take.
The house is in silence. Luke walks to the sewing room and bedroom then checks to find the front door also still locked. He huffs a calming breath, his shoulders slumping, his heart rate slowing. He rushes back to the bedroom and finds the phone he had left behind that morning. There’s a text. His heart pounds in his chest again.
Annabelle: Oh my god Luke. Everyone can see up my skirt.
There’s a file attachment. Luke fumbles at the screen and opens an image of Annabelle sitting in a deep couch cuddled up to the man in Luke’s imagination. He has his arm around her and is grinning for the camera. His arm is massive – his bicep stretching his shirt sleeve. His other arm is resting across his lap, and with that hand he’s intertwining fingers with Annabelle. His other hand is wrapped around her hip with the tips of his fingers touching the exposed skin of her upper-thigh. Her knees are only slightly apart but the seat is low to the floor and there’s a full view of the white crotch of her panties. There’s a table with drinks and baskets of food in front, and the photo has been taken from the back of another couch opposite.
The calculation that the friend of this big dude must be taking the photo throbs through Luke’s chest. He swipes the screen for another picture but there’s only the one. He expands it but that makes it too hard to see on the tiny screen. He emails it to himself and gets it up on his computer screen.
Annabelle’s face is alight with a big toothy smile for the camera – seemingly oblivious to how this image is right then crushing Luke’s heart.
Luke slumps back in his office chair gripping his hair. He takes a few deep breaths then suddenly thinks to check the time of the text. It’s registered at 1:15. “Two hours ago.” he mutters aloud. His anguish is subsiding now – the shock of the visual wearing off. He argues with himself that nothing in the photo shows anything other than what he was expecting to happen – other than the intertwined fingers, but he knows how his wife is. She’s always wanting to hold hands, cuddle and kiss. She’s very affectionate in that simple way and never waits for Luke to initiate that kind of intimacy. Seeing her giving that particular brand of sweetness to another man still hurts though.
Luke checks the time again to see five minutes have passed. He leaves the computer on and strides back to the living room to peep through blinds and check the driveway. He slumps on the lounge and addresses his phone to type a message in reply. He stares at the screen, reading Annabelle’s message over and over.
Luke: I love you baby.
He clicks send and immediately wishes he could pull the message back, knowing he sounds desperate. And desperate is exactly how he feels. He gets up and checks the driveway again: Lunch was two hours ago and it’s only a one hour drive. The guy they’re with is probably only on a lunch break from his work. They should be back any minute.
Luke has his phone clutched in his sweaty fist as he stands there staring at the driveway and street. He checks his phone again after a few minutes, unable to imagine why Annabelle wouldn’t at least text a reply: She must be sitting in the guy’s car with him driving. How could she not be able to text or just call?
Luke stands there staring out the window for a long time before temporarily giving up and going to sit at the breakfast counter – his hands supporting his head as the image of them parked somewhere churns through his mind now. He can see the kissing and groping. He can see the guy fucking Annabelle in his back seat. He can’t stand the image any longer and kicks open the back door and storms into his garage. He has a speed ball and punching bag. He launches into the bag and thumps the hell out of it until he collapses exhausted on his back on the floor.
Luke lies there for a while sucking in breaths and staring up at the exposed timber beams above him. His knuckles are stinging. They’re raw, speckling blood. He gets up and finds some rag to wrap them then he starts with the speed ball. Luke boxed all through school and won a few medals at state level competition. He imagines being able to actually handle a man almost twice his size and punches the fuck out of this lawyer dude in his imagination.
Completely exhausted and somehow sated, Luke starts hitting pool balls around his table, planning to not even go inside when his wife does show up: He’ll be out here doing what he usually does most afternoons, not desperate at all.
The distraction of the pool game lasts ten minutes or so. Luke checks the house but there’s still no movement. He takes his phone from his pocket. Nothing. He goes back inside and to the living room window, standing there for another excruciating twenty minutes before scrolling for his wife’s number and calling her.
Annabelle’s phone diverts to voicemail immediately. Luke’s bursting heart implodes. He’s suddenly numb. He walks to the bedroom and falls back on the bed, pulling Annabelle’s pillow to his face and smelling her. He closes his eyes and relives their lives together, the notion of sharing his beautiful wife with other men completely absurd and utterly gut wrenching. His phone buzzes with a text and he lifts bolt upright and paws at the screen…………..

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Wife Shared on a Desert Island

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Paul was sitting on the veranda when the other three men returned from swimming. They went inside, but Jasper came back out with a kitchen chair and the hair-trimming cloth for his shoulders. He got set up, and Paul’s wife Justine brought her comb and scissors.
She trimmed the back and top while standing behind then moved around to do the sides and his beard. Her tunic had just the one tie, around her waist. It was open above and below. Her hips were bare, the skirt of the garment opening to reveal her pubic hair sometimes. It did so one time when she was stepping across one of his knees. She had pressed against his arm, and her skirt gathered aside and revealed her fully down below.
Jasper had a look at her pussy. He tilted his head to see. She looked down too and noticed what had happened. A strand of cotton from the frayed edge of the fabric had caught on a button on Jasper’s sleeve. He lifted his arm, pulling her skirt up and to the side. She fiddled with the tangled thread while he grinned and examined her.
He winked over at Paul. “Nice, eh?”
Justine snipped the thread to release it. She brushed her skirt down, blushing as she glanced at Paul. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” she accused Jasper with a mock glare.
He just smiled up at her as she resumed trimming his beard. He touched her legs, clutching just above her knees.
“Don’t! I might snip you if you do it.”
He just kept smiling and only softly gripped her. He caressed upward a little and squeezed gently again. Justine combed his hair, checking her work. He felt up higher, gathering the bottom of her skirt and squeezing again. She turned her head and swallowed, her eyes closing and her chest lifting as she drew a breath. He stroked softly upward, gathering her skirt and lifting it with his thumbs. His fingers were travelling up the front of her thighs and touched her groin, either side of her little landing strip. He tucked her skirt into her waist band, keeping her revealed.
“That time was on purpose,” he said.
Justine glanced at Paul again. She stood combing her own hair while Jasper continued stroking her legs and looking at her pussy. He was running his fingertips up and down the outer of her thighs with his thumbs caressing the front. On one upward caress, he reached further with his thumbs and touched her inner thighs. She squirmed away before he touched her pussy, and she brushed her skirt down. Then Jasper grabbed her and tickled her ribs.
Justine squealed and laughed. He pulled her to him. She wriggled around and he held her from behind. She was squirming and pushing at his arm. Paul saw he had one arm inside her tunic and that he was groping her bare tit with that hand while tickling her with the other. He reached down and clutched her legs, making her bend forward and virtually sit on his lap.
He relented while she caught her breath. “Don’t!” she said, glaring back at him as he threatened to grip her thigh again. She was still giggling and trying to hold that wrist away. Paul could see his other hand feeling her tit. He was massaging it slowly and playing with the nipple. He clutched her thigh gently. “But don’t squeeze,” Justine pled. She held his other arm softly as he continued feeling her tit. He clutched higher up her thigh, and she gripped his wrist in readiness to push him away. He felt up between her thighs as he suddenly tickled her ribs. She squealed and squirmed from his lap with her legs pressed together. “Bad, bad, Jasper!” she scolded, hiding behind Paul.
Jasper laughed, and she did too. Paul met the other man’s gaze and wink. “Damn she’s hot, buddy,” he said.
“Yes, she is,” Paul agreed, cuddling Justine to his side.
Thomas called that dinner was ready. Justine brushed at the hair all over her tunic, complaining about it as they went inside. She changed behind her partition and came out wearing her frock.
After the meal, Paul helped Justine with the dishes, as he always did now. They just spoke with their eyes and knowing glances. Her frock had spaghetti string shoulder straps but was also a gathered elastic bodice.
Justine slipped her arms through the strings and left them hanging down. “In case I get tickled again,” she whispered to Paul.
“Do you have anything on underneath?” he whispered back.
She shook her head, biting a grin. “Jasper touched my pussy before – did you see?”
“Yeah. I thought he did.”
“I think he might grab me again if I walk too close. I think next time he gets a chance he might finger me.”
“Where did Steven and Thomas go?” Paul had seen them leave. Jasper was sitting at the table reading.
“They said something about checking a fishing net they made.”
“Okay. Well, I’m gonna sit out on the veranda for a while. Are you okay to finish clearing the table?”
Justine blushed a little. “You mean with him sitting there and no one else around?”
Paul nodded. “I’ll be just outside.”
“Okay,” Justine uttered.
Paul left her and nodded to Jasper as he glanced up. He went out and sat watching the clouds and the moon but listening intently for any sounds from inside the cabin. Moments passed before he heard voices. Then Justine giggled and shrieked.
Paul looked through the window to see Jasper holding her from behind again. She was pushing a hand away from her leg. She was smiling and pressing back against him, her face red, her eyes alight. He felt one tit then the other. She kept hold of his other wrist and reached back to hold his hip with her free hand. He felt up under her frock. She kept hold of his wrist and had her thighs pressed together. Her eyes closed as he obviously touched her pussy. She gripped the back of his head, her legs giving way as he forced his hand between them.
It looked like he was fingering her. His hand was concealed beneath her frock, but Paul was sure he had fingers inside her. Thomas and Steven were coming up from the beach so Paul went to the door and noisily shifted a chair to announce he was coming in.
Justine was fixing the top of her frock. Jasper was resting back in his chair, smiling. At a glance, Paul could see his fingers were wet.
“He grabbed me again,” Justine reported, poking her tongue out at Jasper and having to jump as he lunged for her.
Steven and Thomas came in carrying a couple of crabs in a net basket. They washed up, and cards were dealt. Justine read while the men played. She went to bed early with her partition half drawn and her bed in the moonlight from her window. They could see her as she pulled on panties and removed her frock. She lay back with her sheet up to her waist and her tits bare. Everyone was looking at her.
“It’s not too bright out here, love?” Thomas asked.
“No – it’s fine. I don’t mind the candlelight.”
“Yeah – they look nice in the candlelight.” Jasper chuckled. “Nice nips.”
She patted the sheet down either side of her body, her chest lifting, her nipples erect and casting shadows of their own. “Thank you, Jasper. I’m glad you like them,” she said sweetly and yawned.
“I like them too!” Steven said.
Justine giggled, making her tits shudder. “Thank you, Steven.”
“Me too,” Paul said, and everyone laughed.
“Lucky arsehole,” Jasper scoffed. “At least you’ve got your woman here with you.”
“Yeah – I know. We were talking about that earlier, weren’t we, sweetheart?”
Justine sat up. “It must be hard for you other men,” she offered sincerely.
Thomas moved his chair back to include Justine more directly.
Jasper stood and came around the table. “It could be worse – like, with no women at all.” He sat on the edge of the table, facing Justine.
Steven was nodding to everyone. “Yeah – it’s much better with Justine here.” He was peering around the edge of the partition.
Jasper was standing there. He pulled it back further, casting more light. Justine looked down at her bare breasts then up at everyone. She was resting back on her hands with them thrust forward. Her nipples were still erect.
“Are you men sure this doesn’t make it harder for you?” she asked sweetly.
“Only in a good way,” Thomas answered first.
“Definitely not,” Jasper declared forthrightly.
Justine nodded and looked to Paul. He held her gaze, shrugging an okay. They each knew what the other was thinking, though Paul wasn’t sure how far his wife had progressed with what they had spoken about earlier. He understood Justine was about to invite the others into the issue. She was asking if she should say something or whether he wanted to. He mouthed the words you can.
“Well, what if we did a little bit more?” she started, peering from Thomas to Jasper. “Paul and I were talking about it and wondering if we should put aside the fact that we’re married, in the real world, and do what we can to share everything here.”
Jasper’s jaw had sagged. Thomas spoke. “To share – everything?”
Justine’s blush was noticeable even in the candlelight. “Uh huh. To share me – as the only female here.”
Thomas’s jaw was sagging now. Steven’s eyes were wide as he looked from Justine to the men. Paul swallowed hard. Jasper was nodding, a tiny grin curving his lips.
“But, I don’t mean fully,” Justine went on. She had only paused for a split second, but time had slowed for Paul. “I don’t mean having full sex with me – just, um – well, a little bit less than full but more than you’ve already been having. Which no one said you could, by the way,” she scolded.
Jasper chuckled. “We’ve been trying to behave.”
“Hmm – and you’re the worst!” She giggled. “I think if we do anything more, then you should have to go last.”
Thomas sat on the end of the cot. Justine had sat forward, hugging her knees.
“What do you mean by a little more, love? You shouldn’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with – or you, Paul.”
Paul met the gazes of the other three men. “Well, we haven’t decided anything yet. We’re just talking about it and thinking it through at the moment. It feels kind of weird, but this whole situation is freaky.”
“Got that right, buddy,” Jasper agreed. “You wouldn’t read about this shit, but I reckon you and Justine are handling it well. It’s great that you’re both so open and considerate. I’d like to think I’d be the same if I were here with my woman and you three ugly mugs.”
“Oh, yeah – and which woman would that be?” Thomas tossed at the younger man.
“You mean, who would I prefer to be stranded on a desert island with?” Jasper frowned in thought. He shook his head. “Nah – forget that idea. I’ll stick with Justine, thanks.”
Everyone laughed. Paul edged onto the cot beside his wife, taking her hands within one of his and squeezing. She rocked her head onto his shoulder. He kissed her softly and rested back, cuddling her to his chest. Her tits were then exposed to the other men again.
Thomas looked up from them. “So, what did you mean by a little bit more, love?”
“Um. I was thinking of oral. That’s something I really enjoy, so if you men wanted it from me – well, I don’t see the harm.”
“All of us?” Steven blurted.
Justine nodded, biting her lip. “But not every five minutes – with four of you and only one of me!”
Thomas cleared his throat. “That would be amazing, love.”
Justine smiled through a deepening blush. “I’ll try and make it nice for you – to suck you really nice while you watch me.”
“Oh, love, that would be a sight to see.”
“Best offer I’ve ever heard of,” Jasper said. “What the hell, man?” he tossed at Paul. “How did you score a wife like this? What’s your secret, dude?”
“He’s a good kisser,” Justine said, peering up at Paul.
“So – it’s for everyone?” Steven asked. “Even…?” He pointed at himself.
“Yes – even for you,” Justine answered sweetly. “Of course for you too, Steven. You’re stuck here the same as all of us.”
“So, when?” Jasper asked, grinning.
Justine blushed again. “Um. What about starting tomorrow? I need to psych myself up.” She giggled. “And don’t forget, you’re last.”
“Aw, shit. Seriously?”
“Yes, and it won’t be one after the other either. I’ll need a rest in between.”
“A rest between drinks, eh?” Jasper quipped, and Justine tossed a hairbrush at him.
“Actually – yes – exactly that. I don’t know how the porno girls do it. It tastes too strong for me to even imagine swallowing from one of you and then another mouthful straight after. I mean – I won’t mind if you each give me a nice big mouthful when it’s your turn.”
“Oh, man, I’ve got a boner now,” Jasper groaned, moving it to the side in his shorts and tapping it with the hair brush.
“I don’t think I’ll be rolling out of bed tonight either,” Thomas said, chuckling. He was hiding his erection.
“Well, I’ll fix them for you in the morning, okay? The first time right away and after that we’ll see.”
“And what about you, love?”
Justine looked up at Paul. “I think I’ll be fine. My husband can take care of me……..”

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Taken in front of her husband…

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Uncle Frank was sleeping easily in his old leather recliner on the veranda of his country residence. Uncle’s Ken and Arthur were sitting nearby playing cards, and my cousin Dennis was oiling a saddle and sweating in the sun on the far edge of the veranda.
Frank was fifty-seven. He was the eldest and most successful of the three brothers. He had started in the stables and worked his way up to begin training racehorses by age thirty. Ken was in advertising and Arthur was a school principal. Dennis, Arthur’s son, was a stockbroker and I, being the son of the little sister of the family, am a mechanic.
About three times a year Frank would invite us men to visit with him, away from the aunties, at his horse spelling property some thirty miles from a small fishing town that had lately begun attracting tourists. The farm was certainly secluded. The vista from the front veranda rolled away over green hills, which ended at a cliff and the inaccessible ocean. A few horses dotted the hills, grazing lazily, and if you sat there all day you might be lucky enough to see a car skim along the cliff road about a mile away.
I stood and had a stretch and yawn, then I strolled down the lane to the stables where my favourite old racehorse was also sleeping. Milo had long since retired. He was only an average racer in his day, and at nine years of age he was just a good riding horse. The caretaker, an old guy named Gus, had brought him in for me that morning.
I saddled Milo, and the first thing was to give him his head for a mile or so. After that little canter he settled to his usual easy walk, and about an hour later we had jumped the fence and were standing on the edge of the cliff.
We stood looking out over the ocean for a while. I think old Milo kind of liked the view as well, and I wondered if he ever jumped the fence of his own accord. It was that kind of day – so slow one’s mind tended to go a bit soft and mushy. After a half hour I asked old Milo if he felt like walking back the short way and I think he nodded.
The road dipped away from the cliff and into a little grove of trees. We entered that and were happily meandering along when all of a sudden we came across a car parked beside the road with its bonnet up, and inside I found a man and a woman both reclined back in the front seats sound asleep.
Old Milo had walked right up alongside, and I was leaning down over the saddle looking in the open window. I guess I should have cleared my throat or something but I didn’t. I just looked the woman over. She was maybe mid to late twenties with straight, blonde hair falling gently over her shoulder. It was lifting a little on the breeze and the ends were caressing the exposed portion of her breasts. She had on a white dress with tiny strings to hold it up, and beneath it her breasts were obviously bare. I watched them rise and fall softly while I strained to make out the texture of her nipples as they pressed against the thin, stretchy fabric.
“Thank heaven!” the guy suddenly exclaimed, and I sat up a bit. He was shuffling from his seat. The girl stirred.
“Morning,” I offered, meeting her sleepy smile and nodding to the guy. “Car problems?”
“Yes, and there’s no phone service!” the guy grumbled.
“No, not out here. How long have you been waiting?”
“Hours!” the girl replied, also emerging from the car, and she accepted old Milo’s snout and gave him a pat.
Fuck, she was gorgeous. I couldn’t quite decide on her heritage – maybe Scandinavian, but her eyes were hinting of a southern European influence. She was tall and slender with delicate yet feminine hips and her breasts, wobbling a little as old Milo nudged against her, were generous though not oversized. I imagined a C-cup, and I leaned over for a better look while she brushed some of Milo’s dribble off her thigh.
The guy was going on about their plight, so I thought I’d better go have a look under the bonnet. Milo had already identified a patch of lush green grass beneath a tree, and he didn’t need to be tied. I slipped down and let him loose then lined up beside the guy poking at the radiator hoses. One of them was split.
“There’s a spare one of those and a cool drink at my uncle’s house,” I suggested.
“Where’s that? I don’t remember the last house we passed,” the guy said, rubbing his brow with his arm and looking anxious.
“See the driveway just up ahead? It’s about a mile back off the road.”
The girl was searching in through the window for something, with her little dress stretching nicely up the back of her thighs, and I followed their smooth lines down to her sandals then back up again before she stood and tilted a bottle of water to her lips.
She knew I was watching her. The guy was still poking at his motor, and she let me look her over. She didn’t meet my eyes, but she placed her water bottle on the roof of the car and turned toward me to reach up and fix her hair. Her dress lifted with her shoulders, and the hem promised to reveal what panties she had on but it didn’t quite lift high enough.
I studied her thighs while she fiddled with her hair. I studied the contour of them – how they curved together but didn’t quite meet, and how they parted again before being concealed beneath her hem. Another half inch and I would have had what I wanted but the guy stepped around from the front of the car and she turned away.
“I’m Matt by the way.” I offered my hand, and the guy shook it and introduced himself and his wife, Catherine. “Shall we go, then?” I suggested.
“I don’t know. Are you sure you can fix it?”
I grinned, walking over to collect Milo’s reins. “Yeah, no problem…. You and I can walk and the lady gets to ride.”
She giggled, blushing a little. “Me! On the horse?”
“Sure! He’s a nice old boy. He’s gentle and I’ll lead him along for you.”
“But I don’t know if I can, in this,” Catherine exclaimed. She was smiling, though, and she was looking up at the saddle.
“It’s okay,” I said, before the husband had a chance to respond. “Just put your foot in my hand and I’ll lift you up.”
She stepped into my hand and I lifted as she clung to the saddle and slipped onto it. “Oh my gosh!” she cried, gripping the horn while old Milo shifted and settled under her.
I got what I wanted. Her dress was too straight and had stretched across her thighs. Her little panties were kind of a soft yellow. I imagined they were thong panties too. There was only a tiny patch of fabric covering her pussy, which was pressed open against the saddle.
I could feel the husband watching me fix the stirrups and check her out. I glanced back at him briefly and met his eyes, but he didn’t say anything, so I slipped beneath old Milo’s neck and went to work on the other stirrup.
The girl watched me too but her eyes averted when I glanced up. I then tied the reins and hooked them over the horn with the knot slipping down to rest against her pussy. She didn’t try to move it. She just clung to the horn of the saddle and sat there blushing.
“Are we ready?” I called to the husband. He was locking the car, and he nodded and came over to fall into step on the other side of old Milo. “So, where are you guys from?” I asked, and we chatted as we walked, exchanging the usual introductory trivia.
Catherine was chatting happily too, and from time to time I would look back and check on her. She sat easily in the saddle, though she maintained her hold on the horn with one hand, and I noticed she’d removed the knotted reins from her crotch, but she was being rocked back and forth against the ridge of leather between her legs and her dress had hiked up around her hips.
The thin yellow fabric of her panties looked like it was glued to her pussy, and I could see it was cutting into her folds. I looked up from it and met her eyes, and she held my gaze that time, and I smiled but she only blushed in reply. Then I looked back down at her little panties and watched her being split against the saddle for a while. All was quiet and I noticed she was checking with her husband. He was walking at Milo’s other shoulder but he could see what I was doing. I met his eyes for a moment and he glanced back to his wife, so I again turned and had a look at her panty covered slit.
“Will we be going back to fix our car right away?” the guy asked me, ending the silence.
“It’d be better to take a tractor and tow it back to the workshop,” I answered, turning back to him again. “I’ll ask my cousin Dennis to go back with you as soon as we have a drink.”
“Your cousin?” Catherine questioned. I hadn’t mentioned anyone other than Uncle Frank.
“Yeah. There’s actually a little group of us up from the city for the weekend. There’s three of my uncles and Dennis. He’s about my age.”
“Oh. I hope they won’t mind us intruding,” Catherine went on a little nervously.
“It’ll be fine. And anyway, I’ll have you on your way again in an hour.”
We walked on quietly and soon arrived at the stable. Catherine waited to be helped down, and I asked her husband to open the gate while I approached beside her. “He’s a nice easy ride isn’t he?” I smiled up at her, touching her back lightly as she lifted her leg over the saddle.
Her little dress had remained bunched at her waist, and from behind I got a look at her bare bottom and the little patch of yellow fabric still glued to her pussy. I placed my other hand upon her hip and guided her down, and she turned and tugged at her hem.
“How old is he?” she asked, patting Milo’s rump and avoiding eye contact with me.
“He’s nine, but that’s pretty old for a horse.”
“And his name’s Milo?” she went on, following me into the stable and stopping beside her husband.
“Used to be Prince Arber when he was racing but it’s just plain old Milo now….” I slipped Milo’s saddle and gave him a rub down then turned him loose in the stable. “Let’s go and have a beer.”

*

Frank and Dennis were still on the veranda. They smiled as I introduced Catherine and her husband and explained their situation. I went inside to get some beers and poured Catherine’s in a glass. She accepted it gratefully. Her husband was chatting with Frank. He accepted his and drank half of it in one go.
“So, Dennis, can I borrow your flashy new tractor to tow their car back to the workshop?” I asked politely.
“You’re not driving it!” he answered shortly.
“Okay. So, will you do it, then?”
“It will have to be right now. I’m going to town soon,” he explained.
Catherine met her husband’s glance and nodded that she’d be okay, and he and Dennis left immediately.
“Where are Ken and Arthur?” I asked Frank, and he motioned to the workshop. They were strolling up the path and soon mounted the steps to meet Catherine’s smile.
“Hello,” she said sweetly when I introduced them. She was leaning back against the rail, and I stepped over and leaned beside her while my uncles sat facing her. All three were grinning like idiots.
“Is your beer okay?” I asked. She’d hardly taken a sip.
She smiled shyly. “I don’t really like beer.”
“There’s some lemonade,” Arthur offered, and she nodded.
“I’ll drink that,” Ken said and accepted the glass from her.
Frank was looking her over. Her nipples were firm and in the shade they were visible beneath the light fabric, which hugged her tits and her flat little belly quite nicely. I met Frank’s gaze and he winked.
“You got a little sunburn,” I said to Catherine, and I lightly touched the string on her shoulder.
She glanced up at me then at Frank and Ken. “It’s not too bad,” she said, peering down at her chest, which was also slightly reddened.
Arthur returned with her lemonade and she accepted it and sat down in a chair Ken had pulled over for her. I stood leaning against the rail and watched her tits jiggle as she chatted and laughed with my uncles. They were busy chatting her up. Arthur had offered to cook his lasagne and Ken was ready to go to town with Dennis to choose the right wine to go with it. Frank was telling her all about the guest room he had if she and her husband wanted to stay the night. Arthur was currently booked in there but there was no question he’d be happy to vacate.
Catherine asked for the bathroom and excused herself. The tractor was roaring down the driveway so I went to the workshop, and Dennis left me there with the husband. It was a simple job to replace the split radiator hose and it took only fifteen minutes to get the car running again.
“The uncles are trying to talk your wife into staying for dinner and a few drinks,” I mentioned casually.
“And what did she say?”
“Don’t know. I think she was avoiding any commitment until she speaks to you…. Hope you do stay, though. She’s pretty fucking hot…. She’s your wife, isn’t she?”
The guy took a moment to respond. He placed the last of the tools into the toolbox and closed it. He then looked up at me squarely. “Yes, she is my wife. Do you want to try to fuck her?”
“Yeah, maybe. You didn’t seem to mind me looking her over earlier and I was kind of wondering about that.”
“It’s something we’ve talked about,” he went on a little thickly. “I don’t know if she will go through with it, but we were thinking about trying something on this vacation.”
I was taken aback a little with the guy’s openness. “Meaning – you do want me to try getting onto her?” I asked. “I mean, your car’s right there ready to go if you want, but if you’re serious?”
He took another moment, fiddling with the catch on the toolbox. Finally he spoke. “No – I’d like it if you tried to fuck her. Can I have another beer?”

*

It was mid-afternoon when Dennis and Ken returned from town with supplies. We’d all moved out onto the back deck, which bordered a large saltwater pool with a volleyball net strung across it. Catherine accepted a glass of white wine and settled back in the deckchair she’d claimed. Her husband was on his fourth or fifth beer.
No one was actually swimming, but Frank and I were dangling our feet from the edge of the pool – where we had a good view up underneath Catherine’s legs. Occasionally she would reach for some more crackers, and when she leaned over like that Arthur would sit forward and have a look too. He was sitting in the deckchair beside her.
Her husband brought a bag from their car, and she searched in it for suntan lotion and started rubbing that in. Ken had settled in the deckchair on the other side of her and as usual he was chatting away. Dennis put on some music and when he came out he went straight into the pool.
Frank, Arthur and I just sat quietly watching Catherine’s oily hand smooth over her legs and arms. Her husband then claimed the bottle of lotion and she sat forward while he knelt in behind her. He started with her neck, and her head rocked forward. He looked over at us, and Frank and I both stood and wandered closer. The husband then worked lotion into his wife’s shoulders, and the little strings slipped but her arm closed across her breasts to hold up her dress.
“Are you guys up for a game of volley ball?” Frank asked, and she peered up at us, blushing.
She glanced back at her husband. “I can’t. I didn’t bring anything to wear.”
“What about those pretty little knickers?” Frank asked with a grin, and she went a deeper shade of red.
Dennis had swum over to the edge of the pool and Ken was sitting there, suddenly silent. The husband was peering around at us all and absently rubbing lotion into his wife’s back.
“You don’t mind if she plays do you, buddy?” Frank asked him.
He smoothed his hands over her shoulders and leaned in to her ear. “Do you want to?” he asked a little shakily. “There’s that tank top in the bag you could wear.”
She took a moment to respond, then she looked up at us again. “I’ll need to go and get changed,” she said softly.
Frank’s smile broadened and my cock flexed. The ball was already in the pool and I dived in and lined up on the opposite side to Dennis. Catherine disappeared into the house with a pink top in her hand. Her husband struggled out of his shirt and waded in. Frank tossed his shirt and made that a team of three, and Ken lined up with me. Arthur had never been in the pool as far as I could recall. He did come over a bit closer than usual, though. He sat by the net with his feet dangling in the water.
We tossed the ball around and waited for ten minutes or so until Catherine reappeared in a little top that didn’t quite meet with the waistband of her thong panties. She was smiling and blushing, and we were all either whistling or calling something out to her, but she was in the water pretty quickly.
The game kicked off, and although it was just a bit of fun it was still competitive. The pool was actually built for the grandkids so was only waist deep. The two uncles ended up guarding the back of the court while the rest of us worked the net. And although Catherine looked fine in her wet little top and tiny panties, I was more concerned with winning.
We played for over an hour before we all crawled out of the pool legless, laughing and exhausted.
Arthur had brought a stack of towels, and we milled around the deckchairs drying off and sucking in our drinks. I expected Catherine would wrap her towel around her waist but she didn’t. She laid it over the back of one of the chairs and sat down with her pussy clearly visible through the wet little triangle that covered it.
Arthur had gone inside to begin his dinner preparations and Ken was still floating around in the pool. Dennis, Frank and I were standing around watching Catherine. She was rubbing lotion into her belly while her husband was sitting on the next chair watching as well.
“Why don’t you do that for her?” Frank said to him, and Catherine smiled without lifting her head.
She looked to her husband and he edged down onto his knees. He accepted the bottle and poured some of the oily fluid into his hand then closed it over her belly. He peered up at us, looking around at each of our faces, and then he looked back down at what he was doing. He worked the lotion into her hips and around her sides. He then shuffled a little closer and glanced back up at us again, and Catherine’s chest lifted as he peeled her little top up over her tits.
“Fuck yeah!” Dennis groaned, and her eyes opened and settled upon us.
“Sit up a bit,” her husband said softly, and as she leaned forward he lifted her top off completely.
Her tits were milky white and beautifully exposed against her tanned upper body. If she’d ever been topless before it certainly wasn’t that summer. Her nipples were tight and her tits shuddered a little upon her breath. Her husband had left them for us. He was working more lotion into her legs and had moved back out of the way so we could see properly.
Ken got out of the pool and she peered up at him as he approached. Her husband was looking up at us too and he was feeling for her hips. She then lifted a little as he peeled her panties down and showed her to us fully. There was a tiny strip of finely trimmed hair within the white triangle but it ended above her slit, and that was smooth and bare, and opening to offer a peek at her delicate little folds.
“That’s better,” Frank said, and Catherine smiled through her blush. “Much better,” he went on and he stepped closer and reached down the side of her chair. He released the catch and guided her back to be lying flat. He then got down on a knee and bent to suck in a nipple. Her hand went to the back of his head and with her other she gripped the end of the deckchair. Her eyes had widened at first but as Frank nuzzled into her tit they softly closed.
The husband had been sitting but he stood and backed away to be standing beside me. He looked about as stunned as I was. I certainly wasn’t expecting Frank to try anything like that, and his thick old fingers were suddenly pressing into Catherine’s thigh and working towards her little slit. He forced her legs apart a little and felt up into her. He was spreading her lips and working the tips of his fingers between them while he continued sucking on one of her tits. His other hand was rubbing the bulge in his swimmers.
He peeled his swimmers down and freed his erection. It was thick and curved to one side. His hairy old balls swung freely from the base of it as he got up on his knees between Catherine’s legs. He worked her legs open with his thighs, and he bent to her other tit and sucked half of it into his mouth. Fluid was seeping out of her. He had her wrists pinned above her head and he was mauling her tit while the swollen head of his cock levered above her opening. The fluid was oozing from her folds, and when Frank lowered his body and rolled forward, the head of his cock collected the little dribble and sliced straight into her.
He forced his cock all the way up her and started humping her solidly. He kept hold of her wrists and gripped the side of the chair with his other hand, supporting his upper-body and watching her tits bounce while he fucked her.
Arthur came out to watch and Ken walked around to stand beside him. They were talking between themselves, and Catherine had followed their movements but her eyes returned to settle upon her husband. He was shifting anxiously. I guess he was coming to terms with what was happening, and as Frank surged up between his wife’s legs, he edged a little closer beside them and gathered her top and panties from the end of the chair he’d been sitting on. Frank’s big, hairy frame convulsed. His old balls had contracted up into the base of his cock and were pulsing.
The husband waited until Frank finished and got up, then he took hold of his wife’s arm and lifted her. She was peering around at us. Her eyes were kind of blank, but she looked from one of us to another while her husband wrapped a towel around her, and she was still looking back at us as he shuffled her into the house…..

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Between Her Legs

X-Rated 3

Brian dropped off Micky and took his wife home. Her eyes were glazed as she sat staring out the window of the car. He led her upstairs and to the shower, getting in with her and fucking her right there against the glass screen.
He had to go back to work on the Monday morning. “I won’t do anything when you’re not home,” Natalie told him. “Don’t worry – I’m not silly. It wouldn’t be safe.”
Brian was happy to find that Bruno would be gone all week. He needed time to get a grip on what had happened with his boss. He wasn’t sure what he should say or do around him.
That afternoon he and Natalie sat across the dining table to talk. Brian started.
“Well, I don’t have any regrets.”
“I’m glad…. I was worried it would feel different today – after the weekend finished.”
“No. I feel fine about everything…. Things did go further than I was thinking.”
“I know! But I wasn’t planning to let anyone have sex with me or touch me like they did.”
Brian squeezed his wife’s hands. “That was definitely not planned. I think we both know that…. Who even knows what’s going to happen now? It’s not about us together, is it? It’s just sexy fun.”
“Exactly! Our life together is completely separate. It’s not about love.”
“That’s right. That’s the difference, isn’t it, honey?”
“Uh huh. We’re in love, and we’re just playing games with this other stuff.”
There was a knock at the door. Natalie went to answer it. Brian went to find a beer but there were none left.
“Hey, man,” Micky said from the kitchen doorway. He was holding a six-pack.
“Cool, dude. Just what I was looking for.” Brian took one of the beers. “What are you doing here? I thought you were going to help your brother with his car.”
“Nah, he’s got to wait for a part or something…. I knew we drank all your beer so I brought some more.”
“Oh cool. Thanks, dude.”
Natalie was watching television. She was sitting with her legs tucked up on the end of the lounge. Brian kicked back in his recliner. The other one had junk on it. Micky sat on the other end of the lounge to Natalie and put his feet up on the coffee table. They all watched a quite good line up of amateur comedians performing at a club.
Natalie had on a short straight skirt with a white blouse and bra. She had been out all day running errands. Brian could see the crotch of her pink panties from behind her legs. Micky was checking them out too.
She went to the kitchen and got an apple. Brian went and got another beer then kicked back again. Natalie finished her apple and reached to put the core on the saucer with her tea cup. When she sat back Micky touched her bare foot. She glanced but he had folded his arms and was innocently watching the television. A few minutes later he did it again, earning a glare that time, which made him smile. The next time he did it Natalie pushed his leg with her foot, smiling too. Micky then leaned over on an elbow and reached to poke her ribs.
“Hey, you!” she scolded.
She was still smiling. Brian started to get an erection, having to shift in his seat to make room.
Micky poked Natalie’s side again but she caught his arm that time and glared. “What are you trying to do, pest?”
Micky chuckled and squeezed her knee with his other hand. She giggled and pushed him with her foot again. He got up on his knees and tickled her ribs, clutching them and making her shriek with laughter. He eased up, and she held his wrists, panting.
She looked over and Brian met her eyes. Micky grabbed her ribs again. She kept looking to Brian as she squirmed and wriggled. Brian was fully erect by then.
Micky relented again. Natalie held his wrists but only lightly, and he touched her knee. He squeezed it and she flinched. He then gripped her ribs, and she flinched again, looking to Brian once more. She held her husband’s gaze as their best friend clutched both sides of her ribs and made her squirm.
“Okay, you win,” she conceded giggling when he dug his fingers in again. “You win, okay, Micky? Just wait a minute.” She undid a button on her blouse. “Just let me up a bit for a minute…”
He lifted, and she sat up. She glanced at her husband again as she continued undoing her blouse. “Look at WHAT he won, Brian…. He keeps tickling me, so I have to give in.”
Micky grabbed her ribs again. She squealed and clamped her arms to her side. “Wait a minute, okay? I’m doing it.”
Micky remained kneeling, looking down at her. She took off her blouse and reached behind to unclip her bra. She slipped her arms from it and dropped both garments on the floor.
She lay back and peered up at Micky. “Is that better?”
He nodded. “Yep. Much better.”
Brian stood and walked to the back of the lounge.
Micky glanced but looked back at Natalie. He covered her tits with his hands. She lifted her arms, resting them behind her head. He squeezed and started massaging firmly. “Uhh..hh..h,” she moaned. “It makes me wet when you do that, Micky.” He grinned and continued. He was straddling her thighs. He leaned down, and she parted her lips to meet his. She held eye contact with her husband. “He’s making my legs tingle, Brian. He’s getting me ready to have sex with….”
Micky kissed her again, extending his tongue. She closed her eyes and went with it, allowing him control. She had to swallow once but opened for him again.
“Is this okay?” he asked her.
“Uh huh…. It makes me so wet down there when you stick your tongue in my mouth. It’s the best way to get me ready for you.”
He covered her lips and forced his tongue in deep. She lay there clutching his shirt and moaning softly until their combined saliva filled her throat again and she had to swallow. He left her mouth wet and open and edged back, kissing down her neck and chest, and he sucked on her tit the way old Mr Chino had.
“Use your tongue on my nipple, Micky. I like that.”
He peered up from what he was doing. “Okay….” He also reached down and felt her between her legs.
“Uhh..hh,” Natalie moaned again, her chest shuddering. “Uh huh…. Pull my panties down, Micky… Strip me completely, okay?”
He left her tit wet with his saliva and tugged at her panties. She lifted her bottom and undid the zipper at the side of her skirt.
“Take my skirt off too, Micky…. You’ve conquered me completely now. I’m yours to take.”
He pulled it from her legs and dropped it with her panties on the floor. He was then on his knees beside her, and he bent down to inspect her pussy. She parted her legs for him. He used his thumbs and peeled open her labia. “Yeah – it’s really wet,” he said peering up at her and Brian.
“Uh huh,” Natalie uttered. “Do you want to get the condoms for him, Brian?”
“Yeah – okay. Wait a minute.” Brian hurried to the bedroom and brought back the box. He tore off a condom and gave it to Micky.
Micky bit it open and dropped his pants to his ankles. Natalie spread her legs. He lay on top of her, and she guided him in. She held him close. He immediately started thrusting. She then clung to him while he humped her wildly. He was pulling back and slamming against her, jolting her into the armrest of the lounge. He suddenly cried out and jammed himself up her hard, his buttocks clenched and quivering.
Natalie rested a hand on his back and the other arm behind her head. She kissed Micky’s hair. “Careful it doesn’t slip off when you pull out of me, okay?”
“Okay,” Micky said. “Do you want it again?”
“Uh huh,” Natalie uttered, blushing. “You can pour it over me.”
Micky lifted from her and held the base of the condom as his cock oozed from her pussy. He slipped the used sheath off and held it up. He grinned. “Are you going to taste it again too?”
“Yes,” Natalie replied, glancing at Brian. “I want to taste your cum again, Micky.”
He tipped the condom up and dripped some on her tits. “Aw fuck,” he groaned as she massaged it in.
“Pour it in my mouth, Micky.” Natalie opened and waited. Micky aimed carefully and his warm cum dripped onto her tongue. The thick gooey fluid seeped into her throat and she swallowed it down. “Mmm thank you, Micky,” she cooed.
He chuckled as he pushed his fingers through, turning the condom inside out. Natalie sucked the taste of his load from the rubber. She took it from him and stretched it out, licking it clean while her husband watched.
Brian was resting in his recliner. Micky stood and pulled up his pants. Natalie peered over, biting her lip, her cheeks flushed and her hair messed up. She swayed her legs closed. “I’d better put dinner on soon.”
Brian nodded. “Should I help?”
Micky tucked in his shirt. “I should go.” He picked up his beer and had a drink.
Natalie got up and stepped into her skirt. “That was nice, Micky. You were really good.”
He smiled. “Really?”
“Yeah – except I only got one kiss this time.” Natalie buttoned her blouse and picked up her bra and panties.
“Do you want another one now?”
“No, It’s too late now…. I mean before you have me…. It’s nice to get kisses before.”
“Oh okay…. And what about your tits – should I kiss them more too?”
Natalie giggled. “I don’t know – maybe…. It’s better if the man is in charge of that.”
“Okay. I’d better run.”
“Can’t you stay for dinner?” Natalie asked sweetly.
“I’ve got to see my dad about something. I could come back.”
“Okay – about twenty minutes?”
Micky rushed off, and Natalie pulled Brian up to go start dinner. He cuddled her. “That was interesting again.”
Natalie giggled and kissed her husband with closed lips. “I know, but it’s a shame to waste it in a silly condom.” She tried again but his eyes rolled and he turned his head in protest. “What – no kisses?” she teased.
“There’s some on your face and your lips are sticky with it.”
She giggled some more. “Well, you could have said something – maybe stopped him when he started tickling me. It was obvious what he was after again.”
“Did you cum with him?”
“No, I didn’t…. But it’s fine! It’s still nice for me. I don’t always have to orgasm for it to feel nice and exciting.”
“I found the whole thing pretty exciting, baby. The way he was grabbing you like that and knowing it was going to happen.”
“I know. Even the way he brought beer. Do you think he only did that so he could try to get onto me again?”
“Yeah – probably. Any excuse to come over, I suppose.”
Natalie cuddled up. “It’s kinda hot, though – how simple and obvious he is about it. And now that he’s finally tried it, he’s so excited…. I don’t mind being the one he gets to practice with. He’s our best friend, after all.”
Brian nodded. “Yeah, I guess…. I’ve always felt a bit sorry for him not being able to get with any girls.”
Natalie lifted and pressed her lips to her husband’s. He reluctantly allowed her to kiss him. She parted her lips, moaning softly. “He’s learning to kiss too. That’s been really nice so far – wet but nice…. You don’t tongue kiss me like that so much anymore, Brian. You used to when we got married.”
“You taste like his cum right now, though, sweetheart.”
“Uh huh – but just a little bit? Please?” Natalie pulled her husband’s head down and probed his mouth with her tongue. He responded, grimacing slightly.
“What about dinner, baby? I’m hungry.”
“Okay….”
Natalie quickly changed her skirt and blouse for her comfy track pants and an old tank top. They had dinner served by the time Micky got back. After dinner, Natalie spent an hour on the phone with a girlfriend while the guys watched a basketball game on TV.
“Let’s do something more fun,” Natalie declared as she hung up the phone and cuddled Brian over the back of his chair.
“Like what?”
“I don’t know but I don’t want to watch TV. Let’s play cards.”
“Okay!” Micky called over from where he was lying on the couch. “What about rummy?”
They set up on the lounge room floor. The guys having the extra beers Micky had brought when he was out and Natalie drinking her wine. Natalie won the first game and Brian the second.
“You can stay over if you want,” Brian told Micky. He was yawning as he shuffled to begin the third game.
“I might go and put on my nightie,” Natalie said. “Do you guys want anything from the kitchen?”
Brian smiled up at her. “Another beer please?”
“Micky?” she asked.
“Okay, since I don’t have to walk home, I suppose.”
“Alright – I’ll quickly make up the spare bed.” Natalie did that and changed her pants and tank top for a sleep-tee. She took back beers for the guys and sat down to pick up her cards.
Micky immediately looked at her legs. She checked with Brian but he was looking too. She still had on panties, but they were on display. She blushed a little, biting her grin.
“Nice camel toe, sweetheart.”
Natalie met her husband’s eyes. “I thought you guys would like me better in this.”
“I do,” Micky said. “Except it’s loose up top and we can’t see much – just where your nipples are, a little bit.”
Natalie looked down at her chest, her nipples firming right then. She shifted the way she was sitting, moving her upper leg back a bit and exposing her crotch more. They played a few hands, laughing and chatting. Brian won that game and they switched to concentration, laughing and carrying on through a couple of rounds of that.
They ended up lying on their backs on the floor just talking. “I might go to bed soon,” Natalie announced.
“Yeah – me too,” Brian said with a yawn.
Micky lifted upon an elbow. He walked fingers up Natalie’s shin and clutched her knee.
Natalie flinched, blushing.
“Are you going right now?” Micky teased, and he reached and clutched her other knee.
“Hey, you!” Natalie scolded. She sat up resting back on her hands, her legs flat on the floor. Micky watched hers and Brian’s faces as he walked fingers up her shin again. He got to her knee and squeezed just above it. Her skin tingled, her face heating red. “Um – Micky….”
Micky scooted closer, still on an elbow. He walked his fingers higher and clutched her upper-thigh. She scissored her legs, squirming and stifling a giggle. Micky left off doing that and used a single finger to poke her ribs. She wiggled away and gripped his wrist, looking to her husband, who was just staring blankly.
“Do you want to get him another condom, Brian?”
Brian looked up, his eyes coming to.
Micky clutched Natalie’s ribs. He was grinning huge.
She pressed her arms to her sides to stop him. “I think he might want me again, Brian.” Micky dug his fingers in and made her Laugh and double over squirming. He got on his knees behind her. “Bully!” she said, smiling back at him there. He gripped her shoulders and massaged. She rested back against him and he slipped one hand into the neckline of her sleep-tee and reached down to feel her breasts.
Natalie pressed her chest forward, arching against his hand. She looked up at him, tilting her head and parting her lips as he closed his mouth over hers. He tweaked a nipple as he searched deep into her with his tongue. “Mmm – you’re going to make me wet doing that, Micky.”
“I know. I want to make you wet down there…. I want to get it ready for you-know-what.”
“Uh huh – you can pinch them a little bit – not too hard.”
He laid her back across his lap and she opened her mouth as he bent to her. She held Brian’s gaze as he probed deep with his tongue again and as he stuck his hand up her shirt to get at her tits. He broke off the kiss to look at her. She waited with her lips still parted, maintaining eye contact with her husband.
Micky lifted her shirt up over her tits, exposing them. “Is your pussy wet enough to fuck yet?” he asked.
“Check it,” Natalie replied, blushing.
Micky slipped fingers down the front of her panties and felt into her. “Yep, it’s wet.” He smiled at Brian. “I think she’s ready for more dick, man.”
“Uhh-hhh,” Natalie moaned, rolling her hips as Micky slipped a finger into her. “So, do you want to get him that condom, Brian?”
Brian grimaced. “I don’t think there’s any left. I need to buy some tomorrow.”
Micky looked up, peering from Brian to Natalie.
“Hmm…. Okay, well you’ll have to pull out of me before you cum, Micky?” Natalie pushed her panties down from her hips. “You can have me unprotected but don’t cum inside me, okay? When you’re ready you can finish in my mouth instead.”
“Okay….” Micky pushed his pants down, his cock springing upright. Natalie lay back on the floor and spread her legs for him. He tilted his head to look at her pussy. He then examined it more closely, parting her labia and looking inside. “Yeah – it’s wet now for sure.”
Natalie held Brian’s gaze as she bent her knees up and spread herself wide. Micky was lowering to her, his cock in his hand. He pushed her top back up over her tits. She rested her arm above her head and gripped the leg of the couch. Micky sunk his cock into her. “Uhh hhh… Micky…. But don’t cum inside me, okay? Say when you’re getting close….”
Micky rested on his hands with his upper body raised. He just used his hips to rock Natalie’s small body, making her tits bounce. “It’s so tight in you, Natalie. It’s so hot and slippery.”
“Uh huh…. Are you getting close?”
“Sort of. It’s sort of starting but I can hold back a bit.”
“Okay – if you want to enjoy me for a while, just stop for a minute when you need to. I’ll keep still.”
Micky nodded, his face contorting as he held firmly up her. He grinned down at where they were coupled together, his cock imbedded in her and flexing.
“I can feel you, Micky. Are you sure you didn’t..?”
He shook his head. “I nearly had to pull out. It got really close.”
“Oh – okay….”
He rolled his pelvis and rocked her body, bumping against her and keeping her tits surging from beneath her sleep-t. He was staring at them. Natalie watched his face and pulled her shirt up higher.
Micky smiled. “That’s better.”
Natalie looked to her husband standing there with his eyes glazed. Micky gave a few short, firm thrusts and held still again. “Aw shit – nearly,” he squeaked, grimacing and pressing hard into Natalie. “Wow that was close,” he said, grinning up at Brian.
“This is a bit risky, isn’t it?” Brian suggested.
“Uh huh, but just for a bit longer. I’m getting close too now,” Natalie said, and she closed her eyes as Micky started moving in her again. “Just like that, Micky. Nice and slow,” she uttered, and she suddenly tensed and convulsed, biting down on her lip and pulling Micky’s hips as she ground against him. “No – stay in me,” she said to him, his face contorting. “Mmm that’s nice….” She smiled up at Brian. “I should be okay.”
“Did he just cum?”
“I think so…. It felt like he did.”
“Did you, Micky?” Brian asked.
Micky nodded. “Sorry – I couldn’t stop it.”
“I should be okay,” Natalie said again.
Brian’s face was red. “Are you sure?”
“I think it’s late enough in my month to be safe.” Natalie covered her opening as she sat and extracted herself from being impaled. She lifted a leg across and moved away but Micky grabbed her from behind and cuddled her. She met his lips over her shoulder, both of them on their knees.
“That felt so great like that,” he said, feeling her tits.
“Yeah? You liked it without a condom?”
“Yep!” He kept hold of her with one arm and reached down between their bodies.
“Um – Micky!” Natalie said. Still on her knees, she gripped the couch. Micky entered her again, surging up inside of her.
“Come on, man,” Brian warned. “That’s enough now, come on.”
Micky started thrusting, hunching up behind Natalie and rolling his hips.
“Uhh… hhh,” Natalie moaned, and she looked up at her husband. “It’s okay – just let him,” she uttered.
“It feels so great,” Micky said. He was fully over Natalie’s back, holding tight and pumping her.
Natalie remained resting over the seat of the couch and kept her hips tilted, her opening presented for servicing. She held Brian’s gaze but closed her eyes as she went back into orgasm. Micky humped her through it then jammed himself hard against her bottom and held firm. Natalie peered up at Brian, biting her grin as she was being inseminated again.
Micky finally released her and sat up on the couch. Natalie tugged her sleep-t down and found her panties on the floor. Micky claimed her hand so she sat beside him. “That was amazing. I loved that,” he said.
Natalie smiled. “I’m glad you liked it…. You were so big inside me.”
“It’s great we’re like this now – us two guys and you as the girl.”
“Yes – I’m definitely the girl.” Natalie looked to her husband. “I’m the girl alright – with the thing you guys both need it seems.”
Micky chuckled. “You mean your pussy?”
Natalie held Brian’s gaze. “Yes, I mean my pussy – which you BOTH obviously need – and which I don’t mind sharing.”
Brian just held her eyes.
“Do you like sharing me, Brian?”
He shrugged slightly. “I guess………….”

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Marooned: X-Rated short story

Desert Island

Paul was sitting on the veranda when the other three men returned from swimming. They went inside, but Jasper came back out with a kitchen chair and the hair-trimming cloth for his shoulders. He got set up, and Paul’s wife Justine brought her comb and scissors.
She trimmed the back and top while standing behind then moved around to do the sides and his beard. Her makeshift tunic had just the one tie, around her waist. It was open above and below. Her hips were bare, the skirt of the garment opening to reveal her pubic hair sometimes. It did so one time when she was stepping across one of his knees. She had pressed against his arm, and her skirt gathered aside and revealed her fully down below.
Jasper had a look at her pussy. He tilted his head to see. She looked down too and noticed what had happened. A strand of cotton from the frayed edge of the fabric had caught on a button on Jasper’s sleeve. He lifted his arm, pulling her skirt up and to the side. She fiddled with the tangled thread while he grinned and examined her.
He winked over at Paul. “Nice, eh?”
Justine snipped the thread to release it. She brushed her skirt down, blushing as she glanced at Paul. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” she accused Jasper with a mock glare.
He just smiled up at her as she resumed trimming his beard. He touched her legs, clutching just above her knees.
“Don’t! I might snip you if you do it.”
He just kept smiling and only softly gripped her. He caressed upward a little and squeezed gently again. Justine combed his hair, checking her work. He felt up higher, gathering the bottom of her skirt and squeezing again. She turned her head and swallowed, her eyes closing and her chest lifting as she drew a breath. He stroked softly upward, gathering her skirt and lifting it with his thumbs. His fingers were travelling up the front of her thighs and touched her groin, either side of her little landing strip. He tucked her skirt into her waist band, keeping her revealed.
“That time was on purpose,” he said.
Justine glanced at Paul again. She then stood combing her own hair while Jasper continued stroking her legs and looking at her pussy. He was running his fingertips up and down the outer of her thighs with his thumbs caressing the front. On one upward caress, he reached further with his thumbs and touched her inner thighs. She squirmed away before he touched her pussy, and she brushed her skirt down. Jasper then grabbed her and tickled her ribs.
Justine squealed and laughed. He pulled her to him. She wriggled around and he held her from behind. She was squirming and pushing at his arm. Paul saw he had one arm inside her tunic and that he was groping her bare tit with that hand while tickling her with the other. He reached down and clutched her legs, making her bend forward and virtually sit on his lap.
He relented while she caught her breath. “Don’t!” she said, glaring back at him as he threatened to grip her thigh again. She was still giggling and trying to hold that wrist away. Paul could see his other hand feeling her tit. He was massaging it slowly and playing with the nipple. He clutched her thigh gently. “But don’t squeeze,” Justine pled. She held his other arm softly as he continued feeling her tit. He clutched higher up her thigh, and she gripped his wrist in readiness to push him away. He then felt up between her thighs as he suddenly tickled her ribs. She squealed and squirmed from his lap with her legs pressed together. “Bad, bad, Jasper!” she scolded, hiding behind Paul.
Jasper laughed, and she did too. Paul met the other man’s gaze and wink. “Damn she’s hot, buddy,” he said.
“Yes, she is,” Paul agreed, cuddling Justine to his side.
Thomas called that dinner was ready. Justine brushed at the hair all over her tunic, complaining about it as they went inside. She changed behind her partition and came out wearing her frock.
After the meal, Paul helped Justine with the dishes, as he always did now. They just spoke with their eyes and knowing glances. Her frock had spaghetti string shoulder straps but was also a gathered elastic bodice.
Justine slipped her arms through the strings and left them hanging down. “In case I get tickled again,” she whispered to Paul.
“Do you have anything on underneath?” he whispered back.
She shook her head, biting a grin. “Jasper touched my pussy before – did you see?”
“Yeah. I thought he did.”
“I think he might grab me again if I walk too close. I think next time he gets a chance he might finger me.”
“Where did Steven and Thomas go?” Paul had seen them leave. Jasper was sitting at the table reading.
“They said something about checking a fishing net they made.”
“Okay…. Well, I’m going to sit out on the veranda for a while. Are you okay to finish clearing the table?”
Justine blushed a little. “You mean with him sitting there and no one else around?”
Paul nodded. “I’ll be just outside….”
“Okay,” Justine uttered.
Paul left her and nodded to Jasper as he glanced up. He went out and sat watching the clouds and the moon but listening intently for any sounds from inside the cabin. Moments passed before he heard voices. Then Justine giggled and shrieked.
Paul looked through the window to see Jasper holding her from behind again. She was pushing a hand away from her leg. She was smiling and pressing back against him, her face red, her eyes alight. He felt one tit then the other. She kept hold of his other wrist and reached back to hold his hip with her free hand. He felt up under her frock. She kept hold of his wrist and had her thighs pressed together. Her eyes closed as he obviously touched her pussy. She gripped the back of his head, her legs giving way as he forced his hand between them.
It looked like he was fingering her. His hand was concealed beneath her frock, but Paul was sure he had fingers inside of her. Thomas and Steven were coming up from the beach so Paul went to the door and noisily shifted a chair to announce he was coming in.
Justine was fixing the top of her frock. Jasper was resting back in his chair, smiling. At a glance, Paul could see his fingers were wet.
“He grabbed me again,” Justine reported, poking her tongue out at jasper and having to jump as he lunged for her.
Steven and Thomas came in carrying a couple of crabs in a net basket. They washed up, and cards were dealt. Justine read while the men played. She went to bed early with her partition half drawn and her bed in the moonlight from her window. They could see her as she pulled on panties and removed her frock. She lay back with her sheet up to her waist and her tits bare. Everyone was looking at her.
“It’s not too bright out here, love?” Thomas asked.
“No – it’s fine. I don’t mind the candlelight.”
“Yeah – they look nice in the candlelight.” Jasper chuckled. “Nice nips.”
She patted the sheet down either side of her body, her chest lifting, her nipples erect and casting shadows of their own. “Thank you, Jasper. I’m glad you like them,” she said sweetly and yawned.
“I like them too!” Steven said.
Justine giggled, making her tits shudder. “Thank you, Steven….”
“Me too,” Paul said, and everyone laughed.
“Lucky arsehole,” Jasper scoffed. “At least you’ve got your woman here with you.”
“Yeah – I know…. We were talking about that earlier, weren’t we, sweetheart?”
Justine sat up. “It must be hard for you other men,” she offered sincerely.
Thomas moved his chair back to include Justine more directly.
Jasper stood and came around the table. “It could be worse – like, with no women at all.” He sat on the edge of the table, facing Justine.
Steven was nodding to everyone. “Yeah – it’s much better with Justine here….” He was peering around the edge of the partition.
Jasper was standing there. He pulled it back further, casting more light. Justine looked down at her bare breasts then up at everyone. She was resting back on her hands with them thrust forward. Her nipples were still erect.
“Are you men sure this doesn’t make it harder for you?” she asked sweetly.
“Only in a good way,” Thomas answered first.
“Definitely not,” Jasper declared forthrightly.
Justine nodded and looked to Paul. He held her gaze, shrugging an okay. They each knew what the other was thinking, though Paul wasn’t sure how far his wife had progressed with what they had spoken about earlier. He understood Justine was about to invite the others into the issue. She was asking if she should say something or whether he wanted to. He mouthed the words you can.
“Well, what if we did a little bit more?” she started, peering from Thomas to Jasper. “Paul and I were talking about it and wondering if we should put aside the fact that we’re married, in the real world, and do what we can to share everything here.”
Jasper’s jaw had sagged. Thomas spoke. “To share – everything?”
Justine’s blush was noticeable even in the candlelight. “Uh huh…. To share me – as the only female here.”
Thomas’s jaw was sagging now. Steven’s eyes were wide as he looked from Justine to the men. Paul swallowed hard. Jasper was nodding, a tiny grin curving his lips.
“But I don’t mean fully,” Justine went on. She had only paused for a split second, but time had slowed for Paul. “I don’t mean having full sex with me – just, um – well, a little bit less than full but more than you’ve already been having…. Which no one said you could, by the way,” she scolded.
Jasper chuckled. “We’ve been trying to behave.”
“Hmm – and you’re the worst!” She giggled. “I think if we do anything more, then you should have to go last.”
Thomas sat on the end of the cot. Justine had sat forward, hugging her knees.
“What do you mean by a little more, love? You shouldn’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with – or you, Paul.”
Paul met the gazes of the other three men. “Well, we haven’t decided anything yet. We’re just talking about it and thinking it through at the moment…. It feels kind of weird, but this whole situation is freaky.”
“Got that right, buddy,” Jasper agreed. “You wouldn’t read about this shit, but I reckon you and Justine are handling it well. It’s great that you’re both so open and considerate. I’d like to think I’d be the same if I were here with my woman and you three ugly mugs.”
“Oh, yeah – and which woman would that be?” Thomas tossed at the younger man.
“You mean, who would I prefer to be stranded on a desert island with?” Jasper frowned in thought. He shook his head. “Nah – forget that idea. I’ll stick with Justine, thanks.”
Everyone laughed. Paul edged onto the cot beside his wife, taking her hands within one of his and squeezing. She rocked her head onto his shoulder. He kissed her softly and rested back, cuddling her to his chest. Her tits were then exposed to the other men again.
Thomas looked up from them. “So, what did you mean by a little bit more, love?”
“Um…. I was thinking of oral…. That’s something I really enjoy, so if you men wanted it from me – well, I don’t see the harm….”
“All of us?” Steven blurted.
Justine nodded, biting her lip. “But not every five minutes – with four of you and only one of me!”
Thomas cleared his throat. “That would be amazing, love.”
Justine smiled through a deepening blush. “I’ll try and make it nice for you – to suck you really nice while you watch me…………………..”

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