“Yeah, a bit,” Phillip agreed. “Sort of darker too.”
“Yeah – that’s it. They’re definitely darker now,” Bruce declared. “They show up more distinctly through your clothes. Even when your little top was dry we could see them pretty clearly.”
“Hmm – well I hope you’re enjoying the show, Uncle Bruce!”
Bruce had claimed the deckchair beside Bob.
“I am, love. Don’t worry about that.”
Celia blushed a bit deeper. “Well this top is just falling down in the water, so what if I took it off?”
“There’s no one home,” Bruce told her. “No one else will see….”
“Okay, well here goes,” Celia uttered. She then lifted her little wet top up and showed Bruce her breasts. She lifted it over her head and wrung it out as she waded to the side of the pool near where the two men were sitting. “Can you put it with my bag, please?” she said to Bob.
Celia met Bruce’s grin with her blush firing up. He was staring at her breasts. She checked back with her fiancé for a second then looked from Bob to Bruce, biting down on her smile. She then quickly slipped her panties off and scrunched them up.
“And these?” she said to Bob, handing them to him.
“Oh shit!” Bruce exclaimed, trying to make out what he could almost see through the water.
“Well you might as well have a proper look,” Celia giggled, lying back to float with the water just lapping across her body.
Bruce stood to look down at her and Bob stood beside him. Celia floated with her legs together but kicking her feet a little and allowing her thighs to part.
“A nice shaved little pussy too,” Bruce offered. “Cute tits and shaved little snatch! Looks good, eh, Phillip?”
Celia just smiled at him. “Phillip doesn’t mind.”
“Well there’s nothing wrong with nudity. It’s perfectly natural,” Bruce declared.
Celia turned over in the water and swam around a bit like that. Phillip got out and Bruce sent him for some beers and soft drinks. “And get me a towel too, please?” Celia called to him as he went inside.
The two older men sat back down, and she swam over to the ladder. They both looked her up and down as she approached wringing her hair to the side. Her tight young body was dripping and her nipples were hard.
“Damn that’s nice,” Bruce groaned. “Haven’t seen a tight little snatch like that in a lot of years.”
“Well now you HAVE seen a tight little snatch again,” Celia giggled. “I’m pretty sure it’s still nice and tight.”
She turned around in front of them and looked back over her shoulder. Bruce tilted his head for a look, and she bit down on her smile.
“That’s one smooth slit, love…. Looks good with just a crack, eh, Bob? Like a split peach.”
“Yeah, I like peaches,” Bob chuckled. “And raspberries.”
“Yeah – where are those little raspberries again?” Bruce teased, and Celia turned to face them with her hands behind her back and her chest forward.
“There!” she said. “Two raspberries and a split peach,” she added giggling.
Phillip returned with drinks and he gave her the towel. She dabbed at her skin while the men watched. She dried herself then laid the towel on the tiled paving and sat down facing Bob and Bruce. She rested back on her hands with her chest thrust forward again. She straightened her legs with them together and peered up at her new uncles.
“Go on, love. Just a little bit,” Bruce grinned, glancing back down at her legs.
Celia blushed and giggled, shaking her head.
“Probably is split all the way through,” Bob said teasingly, making her blush some more.
Celia looked to her fiancé. “Should I?” she asked softly.
Phillip looked at the two older men. They grinned over at him. “Okay,” he said to Celia. “Not porno wide, but a little bit would be hot.”
“Yeah – not porno wide,” Bruce agreed.
“Well how wide is not porno wide?” Celia uttered. “I don’t watch porn.”
“Just wide enough so we can see where the peach is split to,” Bob chuckled, making Celia blush deeper again.
She bent her legs up a bit, keeping her knees together. She then shook her head, turning her face away, and she parted her knees a bit. Then she turned back to peer up at them, and she parted her knees further until their eyes set and their mouths hung open.
“Well is it split right through?” she uttered.
“Yeah – that’s beautiful, love,” Bob offered sincerely.
“That’s amazing,” Bruce added. “That’s one pretty pussy.”
Celia giggled her nerves. “Thanks,” she uttered, opening her legs a little more as she peered across at her fiancé.
“Yes, one incredibly pretty pussy!” Bruce went on.
Celia kept her legs spread while they chatted. She remained intensely aware of how far open they were, and the men continually stared at her pussy. It was time to get going, though, and she slipped her dress back on. Bruce had ducked inside to take a phone call.
“I’ll just go and quickly say goodbye to Bruce,” Celia said. “Can you take my bag to the car please, Phillip?”
“I’ll come up with you.”
“Umm – do you mind if I go alone? I’ll tell him you’ll see him tomorrow.”
Bob took hold of Phillip around the shoulder. He was grinning. “Come on, son, we’d better let them have some privacy…. Will you be long, love?”
Celia was blushing. “I don’t know – it depends.”
Bob chuckled. “It shouldn’t take long,” he told Phillip.
Celia just blushed deeper and smiled back over her shoulder as she left them.
Bruce was finishing his call as she approached.
“We have to get going,” she said.
“Oh okay, love,” he replied, and he bent to kiss her cheek but she turned her head to offer lips instead. She closed her eyes, relaxing into his kiss.
She opened her eyes and met his, still with her lips presented. “You can kiss me properly if you want,” she uttered. “I’ve been letting Bob lately.”
Bruce met her lips again, mashing hard, and when she moaned he stuck his tongue in deep.
Celia relaxed into his arms and let him bend her back over a desk and ravage her open mouth. She submitted to the older man.
*
Phillip and his Uncle Bob had been waiting ten minutes at the car for Celia. “I might go and see what’s keeping her,” Phillip said.
Bob winked. “Bruce won’t cross the line, son. He’ll only go as far as she wants him to….”
Phillip’s face reddened a little.
“You’re okay with exactly how far things have gone, aren’t you, Phillip?”
“You mean last night? Did Celia tell you?”
“No, but I picked up on what you two were talking about on the drive out here. I gathered things went a bit further than touching with young Gareth.”
“Yes, they did. We’re okay with it, though, Uncle Bob – as long as everyone maintains discretion…. There has been two younger guys at the hotel, who we will never see again. We’re trusting you and Uncle Bruce and Maxwell and Gareth to keep this a secret.”
“Of course, Phillip. You can count on my end – lifelong!”
Phillip nodded. His face heated as he added something he had been thinking about throughout the day. “I do trust you, Uncle Bob – more so than the others…. Perhaps if you could have a word with each of them? Obviously, if this were to ever get out there would be consequences for all of us, and it would make it impossible in the future – to do anything like this again.”
“Again?” Bob’s eyebrow cocked with interest.
“Yes – well, we don’t see you very often, so I imagine Celia will want to spend some private time with you each time we do, Uncle Bob – as long as everyone maintains the secrecy.”
Bob was nodding slowly. “How would you feel about visiting more often, son?
It can be a year between times…. I’m not far from Bruce – only a couple of hours’ drive, and I don’t mind weekends here at the ocean. What if we planned to meet here three or four time a year before you two decide to start a family? I hope she’s safe at the moment, son – there’s no chance we’ll get her pregnant this time, is there?”
“No, she has birth control. She should be safe.” Phillip’s cheeks heated with the talk about them getting Celia pregnant. “Yes, I was thinking the same thing in regard to spending weekends here from time to time, Uncle Bob. I thought I might moor a boat here. The sailing looks rather inviting…. Celia doesn’t love sailing. You would have an opportunity to spend time with her during the weekend days – possibly as often as once a month.”
“Ahh – good plan, son. But what about these two young fellows Maxwell and Gareth?”
“That’s different. We see them all the time. They understand this to be a few days of wild pre-marital freedom for Celia…. This is how it must remain with them. It would be far too complicated, moving in the same social circles. As it stands, they both will have had sex with my fiancé – not with my wife…. After the wedding, Celia must remain off limits to them.”
Bob grinned. “After the wedding, huh? What’s the plan for tonight?”
“So far Gareth has had intercourse with Celia, as you’re aware. Maxwell has had time with her but it didn’t go so far. Celia has asked me to invite him to our room after dinner. I expect he will be having full intercourse with her then.”
“Like Bruce no doubt is right now,” Bob chuckled, checking his watch. “Oh, here she is….”
Celia approached down the path from the house. She was fixing her hair back, her smile subtle and natural. Phillip noticed how flushed her cheeks were as she met his gaze and leaned down to look in the window. “Hi,” she said. “Was I too long?”
“Plenty of time, love. You look a bit hot there.”
“Mmm – I feel hot,” she teased right back. She kissed Phillip softly. “I feel hot all over – especially inside.”
“Yeah, we were just talking. You’re up to date with your birth control, aren’t you, love?”
She nodded, biting her smile. “Yes, but I need to put panties on so I don’t leak on your seat.” She dabbed her inner thigh with the skirt of her dress. “I’m dripping from him. I think he came in me an awful lot and not very deep.”
“The seats are leather, love. It’ll wipe off.”
She got in the back. “My dress isn’t long enough to cover my bottom.”
Phillip looked back with his uncle. Celia had the skirt of her dress up and was sitting in the middle of the seat with her legs open. They could see her pussy was wet. As all three of them watched, a thick creamy glob of semen oozed from her slit and pooled on the seat.
She met Phillip’s eyes. “I have a handkerchief,” he offered.
“That’s fine. I don’t mind sitting in it….”
Bob chuckled. “There’s a good sport.”
Phillip looked up to meet his bride’s grin. He held her gaze as Bob started the car and drove off. Then he looked back down at where her shaved pussy was open against the leather seat with cum seeping from it. He reached back and squeezed her thigh, her hand closing over his.
*
That night, quite a lot of the wedding party gathered for dinner in the hotel restaurant. Celia was passed around for dances afterward. Phillip watched on, chatting with his and Celia’s parents. Celia caught him coming back from the men’s room late in the evening. “Max is taking me upstairs now. Are you coming up after?”
Max was waiting in the lobby by the elevator. Phillip walked Celia to him. “You know this can only happen here, Maxwell?”
“I know, buddy…. I’ll make the most of it – don’t worry.”
“Oh….” Phillip felt his face flush. “Well, when should I come up?”
“Give me an hour or more…. I want to fuck her at least twice, like Gareth did.”
Celia was blushing. “I could message you when it’s time.”
The elevator doors opened, and two elderly couples exited. Phillip got in with Celia and Max. “I’ll be up in my room,” he explained.
“Okay, man,” Max said, and he took Celia into his arms and pressed his lips to hers.
Celia’s eyes closed at first but opened to meet Phillip’s as Max continued the kiss. The elevator reached Celia’s level. Phillip held the doors open and watched them walk across to her door. She was looking for her key in her purse. Max was kissing the back of her neck. He lifted her dress up above her waist. She swiped the key and turned to be pressed back against the half-open door.
Phillip kept his finger on the open-door button and watched. Max grinned back at him. He then resumed kissing Celia deeply and passionately. He cupped her crotch – her little pink panties already cutting into her. He slipped his hand down the front of them, and Celia moaned. She also tugged the sides of her panties down, pushing them lower until they were around her knees.
Phillip left the elevator and followed them into the room. He picked up Celia’s panties from the floor and held them to his face. He stood in the living room and saw Celia being laid back on the bed. Max’s clothing was tossed on the floor. Then he crawled over her and between her legs.
Phillip approached the doorway, close enough to see their lower-bodies. He watched his bride-to-be getting fucked by his groomsman. It was a wild and passionate coupling, ending in Celia screaming out her pleasure and Max bellowing loudly when he was ejaculating.
Phillip sat out on the balcony watching the moonlit waves. Crazy thoughts were attacking him. He couldn’t fathom the excitement he was feeling. The pictures in his mind were not of Celia with Max or Gareth – they were of a faceless stranger in bed with him and Celia together – sharing her – touching each other….
Celia poked her head from the open door. “I’m just getting us a drink. Do you want one?”
“No thank you, sweetheart….”
A while later, Phillip went back inside. There were muffled voices and creaking sounds coming from the bedroom. He snuck close and saw the lower part of Max and Celia’s bodies actually coupled together. Max was behind Celia, holding her leg up and slow fucking her. Phillip saw her bald little slit stretched open and his friend’s thick wet cock sliding in and out of it. The muffled voices were kissing and moaning sounds. Max began to thrust deeper and faster, and he suddenly surged upward and held firm, his balls clenching as he let out a loud groan of satisfaction.
Phillip returned to the balcony and waited another long while before more sounds from the bedroom interrupted his thoughts. He went back inside and to the kitchen to make coffee. The bed was jolting against the wall this time, and Celia’s moans filled the hotel room. Suddenly all was quiet, though, and a few minutes later Max looked in the kitchen. “See you later, buddy?”
“Yes – later, Maxwell. Thank you.”
He smiled and winked, tossing a glance back toward the bedroom. “Thank YOU!”
“Our secret, Maxwell…. Do you swear?”
“He had better swear,” Celia said, appearing at his shoulder.
Her hair was a mess, her face too – smeared eyeliner and lipstick smudged all over.
Max left them. Celia cuddled up to Phillip, her satin wrap open, her body sweaty and beautiful. She lifted for a kiss.
“Well, I’ve been checked out by lots of men and I’ve been thoroughly serviced by four of them…. I’m feeling wonderful!”
Phillip kissed her softly again. “You are?”
“Uh huh…. Except my silly diaphragm is rubbing or something.”
Celia went to the bathroom. Phillip followed and watched from the doorway as she carefully extracted the offending gizmo from her pussy.
“Oh, my, it’s awfully gooey looking,” Phillip said. It was dripping on the wash basin.
Celia wiped her hands on a towel. “Yes, there’s a lot of Max’s cum inside me. I’ll be very gooey with it for hours…. It’s not
really safe to take that out, but it was hurting. I think it was from Uncle Bob. When he was fucking me his big dick was pushing against it, he was so deep inside of me.”
“How unsafe is it, though, darling? You’re unprotected right now.”
“There was spermicide on the diaphragm. I should be okay, I think.” Celia put her arms around Phillip’s neck and whispered, “Feel how wet I am.”
He felt down over her belly and touched her. She moaned into his mouth as his fingertips entered her.
“Do you want to fuck me like this, Phillip? Would you like a turn with me too?”
****
Phillip used a condom and made love to Celia before leaving her alone for the night. She showered and washed her diaphragm but found the seal was worn, the fine metal spring exposed through the latex. It was about three years old and had done its time. She had been planning to pick up a contoured one, anyway.
Celia lay awake in bed staring at the ceiling and tingling with glee over her adventures of the past few days. Things had turned out better than she could possibly have hoped. The men had picked up on her excitement and desire for freedom quickly, and they were certainly making it easy for her. She imagined the four she had allowed to have intercourse with her would want more over the next two days. She wasn’t sure if she would be seeing Bruce again before her wedding, but Phillip’s other uncle and their two friends were all staying there nearby.
She hardly recognised herself. Ever since the old guy on the plane things had been crazy. She had been planning to tease men with her clothing for months, imagining getting looks and enjoying the attention. Actually being touched that first time had opened a floodgate on her pent up desires. She had been brave, even bold. This was not the Celia she had grown up looking at in the mirror.
*
It was after nine when she woke to a knock at the door. She quickly pulled on a singlet and let the waiter in with her breakfast. It wasn’t the usual guy. It was an older man who served her politely and left. After eating she spent an hour walking on the beach. Phillip was waiting when she got back to her room.
“Do you have any special plans today, darling?”
“Not really. What are you guys doing?”
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