Wife Shared with Dirty Old Men (First Cuckolding Book 7)

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by Matt Coolomon


  Brian sat in his recliner. Micky sat on the far end of the lounge. They were chatting and watching television for a while before Micky reached and stroked the sole of Natalie’s foot. She flinched and blushed a little, biting down on her grin.

  Micky looked over at Brian but Brian didn’t acknowledge him. He then walked his fingers up Natalie’s leg and clutched her knee.

  She flinched and looked to Brian. He glanced. Micky did it again. Holding on and tickling more that time. Natalie giggled and pushed at his hand. “Micky!” she scolded but kept watching her husband’s face.

  Brian turned to look at what was happening. Micky got to his knees and grabbed Natalie’s sides. She squirmed down onto her back with him on top of her. He kneaded her ribs more gently, feeling her skin beneath her sleep-t. It was bunched up around her waist with her white cotton panties exposed. He felt her unfettered breasts.

  “Do you want to fuck me again, Micky? I thought you and me were buddies.”

  “Yeah, we are. But I still want to.”

  Brian stood and approached behind the lounge.

  Natalie peered up at them both. “What about letting him have me in the bed this time?”

  “Okay,” Brian said. “And unprotected again?”

  “Uh huh – definitely,” Natalie said, pushing Micky back.

  She took his hand and led him to the bedroom. Brian followed and sat at her dresser. She led Micky, backing to the bed. She tossed her sleep-t and stepped out of her panties then lay between the sheets. “Undress and get in with me, Micky.”

  He quickly complied. His thin body was warm against her as she pulled the sheet over them.

  “Now, kiss me for a while then you can fill me up with your cum again, okay?”

  ****

  Natalie went to sleep that night with her belly full of their friend’s semen. Brian took her as well but used a condom. The next evening Micky started tickling her again as soon as he arrived.

  “Okay – but just like this,” Natalie told him, and she bent over the breakfast counter and had him mount her from behind. “Yes, cum in me,” she taunted when he was on the verge of ejaculation, and he humped up hard behind her with his cock throbbing and gushing inside of her.

  The next night she took him to her bed again. Brian watched from the chair by the dresser while Micky pumped two more healthy loads into her. After the second one she slipped beneath the sheet and sucked him clean.

  The final night they invited their friend for sex Natalie did nothing other than suck him. She did it in the lounge room kneeling on the floor and bent over his lap. It took him longer to cum, but when he finally did she was shocked at the force of his ejaculation. It gushed against the back of her throat making her gag a bit. Brian sat forward but she held a hand up to him and rolled her eyes. She told him to wait a minute with single finger raised. Micky was still ejaculating, his thick semen flooding her mouth in heavy spurts.

  Natalie swallowed it down, gulping a few times at the powerful taste.

  “Awesome!” Micky gasped. “Man, that was awesome!”

  Natalie wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, still struggling to lick the gooey cum from her teeth and swallow the taste of it away. “That was huge!” she scolded, slapping his leg. “I can’t believe how much you came!”

  “Man, it felt extra good, though. I really liked that – in your mouth and all.”

  “Hmm – I’ll bet you did. All you guys love that.”

  “So, how come we didn’t do the other?”

  “Because I have my period today, that’s why – nosey!”

  “Oh…. But that’s good, isn’t it?”

  “Yeah, that’s good,” Brian answered forthrightly. “And I think it’s about time you found your own girlfriend, dude. I think that will do you with Natalie.”

  “Aw, shit – for real?”

  “Yes,” Natalie told him. “We talked about it. I think it’s best if we don’t have sex anymore…. It was fun, but it can’t go on forever.”

  Micky nodded. He was tucking his shirt in. “Yeah, I guess…. I figured it was too good to be true.” He grinned. “It was so awesome, you two. Thanks so much for letting me….”

  ****

  The following Wednesday night Natalie was having a bit of a giggle to herself watching her husband, wearing nothing but a t-shirt, bent over searching in a suitcase for a box of condoms he swore he could remember seeing there. He had his head down and his bottom up and pointed in Natalie’s direction, and between his legs she could see his equipment swaying and wobbling about. He had been fully erect a few minutes earlier, but the frustration of being unable to find the condoms had obviously deflated things.

  He eventually found them and was soon rolling one on and pulling at her knees. He worked his way in and found his rhythm. Natalie had kind of cooled off, and she stared at the ceiling thinking about her plans for the next day.

  It was their first night on Coral Island. They had rented the bungalow by the beach and spent the first day wandering around the local village and enjoying the sun. Natalie had bought herself several new bikinis and was looking forward to wearing one of them.

  She wondered what the old landlord would think of her in a bikini. He was a bald man and quite old. He had been there to show them around the house, and Natalie had been thoroughly examined by him. While Brian wasn’t watching, the older man had stared at her breasts and her legs. And when she met his eyes he just smiled insolently. She had been fully dressed after their ferry ride over from the mainland, and she felt a mixture of fear and excitement at the prospect of being around him in a bikini next time.

  Brian had rolled over and gone to sleep, and she got up to look at herself in the mirror. Her skin was fair and in need of more sunbathing, she decided as she turned and looked herself up and down – and sunbathing was exactly what she had planned for the next day. She got back into bed and cuddled up to her man, drifting off to sleep.

  In the morning she set up her deckchair in the sand. Before settling there she cooked breakfast and got Brian organized in front of the TV. Once he was happy, she collected her sunscreen and went outside to relax and enjoy a good book.

  ****

  Petro stepped out of his apartment and stretched in the morning sun. He looked out at the glistening blue sea, calm to the horizon that day. His gaze roamed along the shore where there was a fisherman and a few children playing, and it settled on the house the young couple had rented from him. He could see the deckchair in front, and that time he saw the woman was lying there in the sun. He had been meaning to drop by to check that they were settled in, but he had seen the woman position the deckchair earlier and had been waiting to see if she would sit there.

  He pulled his shorts up, tugged his shirt down over his belly, and strolled over casually. He approached from behind where she was lying and stopped a few metres away. She had on a white bikini, and he could see the impression of her nipples. He stood quietly watching her breathe – watching her chest gently lift and fall – watching her breasts swell and softly recede. The husband was nowhere to be seen, so Petro stuffed his hands in his pockets and gathered the head of his lengthening penis. He thought he could see the woman’s cheeks reddening. Maybe she could sense his presence, but she hadn’t opened her eyes.

  He stepped closer, stopping right beside the deckchair, and he stood looking directly down at her. Her hair was red, her face angelic. Her neck was supple and feminine, and her breasts were full. He examined her long, slender legs. And he wondered if she shaved her pussy as he studied the cut of her little white bikini pants. He thought he could see the texture of a bush beneath the fabric but it must be trimmed, he decided, as he grinned to himself and met her eyes. “Morning, ma’am. Is your husband about?”

  “He’s inside,” she said a little nervously.

  Petro looked at her breasts again. Her nipples had firmed. He felt his penis throb and lift a little. “You know, you can go topless here if you want? Lots of women do.”

/>   “Oh? I don’t know about that – not in public.” She had sat up and looked back at the house – obviously searching for her husband.

  “Well, that’s fine – just so you know,” Petro went on easily. “It would be nice if you did…. Nice for me.”

  She blushed. “Um….”

  Petro smiled. “I’m a good friend of Anton Chino…. He was telling me you and your husband like to play and tease.”

  “Oh, I um – well, kind of – but it was just something we tried.”

  “Ahh, I see. Missed out again, huh?” Petro chuckled. “So, I’ll call by and see how you’re going later.” He wandered back to his house and stopped at the door. He waved at the husband who was looking over. The girl was pointing and looking over too. Petro chuckled to himself and wandered inside.

  ****

  “He did! He knows we were playing our sex game last month.” Natalie followed Brian inside. “He told me topless sunbathing is allowed around here. Mr. Chino must have told him something…. I don’t know how much. Do you think Micky would have said anything to Mr. Chino?”

  “No – he hasn’t said anything. Maybe you misunderstood. The old guy might have been just telling you the local rules.”

  “I don’t think so. I told you yesterday how he was looking me over, and today he obviously waited until I was here alone in my bikini.”

  “Well, I can hardly blame him for that.” Brian grinned. “You do look good.”

  “Hmm. I see.” Natalie slipped onto Brian’s lap. “Does that mean we ARE still playing?”

  “I don’t know. I’m still thinking about it.” He peered up. “Do you still want to?”

  “Um…. A little bit while we’re on holidays at least…. Maybe not when we go home.”

  “Okay – a little bit, then. Let’s just see what happens and what we want to do.”

  Natalie smiled and kissed her husband’s lips. “Okay – we’ll see what we can make happen.”

  “Hey, that’s not what I said.” He tickled her and she jumped up and left him there.

  She looked back from the door. “I think you love it when it happens, Brian. You might not like thinking about it, but you love watching guys look at me.”

  Natalie lay back on her deckchair and put her sunglasses into place. She kept looking over at old Petro’s house. She lay there in the sun on and off all day and kept watching for him but never saw him again.

  Late in the afternoon she went for a walk into the village wearing just her bikini and flip flops. She earned her fair share of attention from the numerous young men she passed, and she enjoyed that, but that night when her husband was on top of her she found herself thinking about old Petro and wondering whether she dared to go over to his apartment and ask his advice about what local attractions there were for tourists. She had heard something about the ruins of a castle somewhere on the island and also about snorkeling to a shipwreck not far off the coast. Of course the tourist office in the village would have such information, but she wondered if she dare go and ask the old landlord.

  ****

  Petro hung up the phone after speaking with his brother Carlos and agreeing to meet him at the wharf that evening. Carlos would be staying for the weekend, and that annoyed Petro a bit. He of course loved his younger brother but he was such a domineering type.

  Petro, at 60 years of age, liked his quiet life by the sea, while Carlos, at 58, lived a life of adventure and constant excitement. He would want to go out hunting women for starters, and that meant Petro would have to shave and tidy himself up – which is not what he felt like doing at all. And then he would have to tidy the house for the inevitable men’s club gathering. Carlos was not only domineering, he was also very outgoing, and his visits always attracted four of five of the men from the bar at the old fisherman’s wharf. So Petro would have to shop for food and stock the fridge with drinks that afternoon. And there was the cost of all that to think of too.

  He cleared away his breakfast and was about to sit down with his coffee when there was a knock at the door. He was still in his pajamas but thought what the hell – he pulled up his shorts and tied them a bit tighter then opened the door to find the young wife from the house on the beach standing there in a bikini with a little sash of a skirt tied around her waist.

  “Well, what have we here?” he chuckled.

  Her face reddened and her nipples firmed.

  “Come in,” he added, stepping aside and waving his arm to usher her through the doorway before she ran away. She looked as if she was beginning to regret whatever she was up to.

  “I came to ask about what sights there are to see,” she said shakily. She had walked through and turned with her arms folding across her chest.

  Petro closed the door. He grinned. “I’ve been wondering about what sights there are to see myself.”

  She looked away nervously. He decided she must have dared herself to come and see him. He could see the fear and excitement in her eyes. He looked at her breasts, partially obscured behind her thin arms. She had on a different bikini – mostly pink. Her nipples were hard, and her creamy white skin was virtually quivering in goose-bumps.

  “Show me your tits,” he said to her. It was a simple command.

  She blushed. “You can’t just say that to people. It’s crude.”

  Petro nodded. He looked down at her chest. Her arms were still folded across. “Can I have a look at them, please?” he asked. “I’ve been thinking about you since you arrived yesterday. I don’t often get attractive women come to stay. They mostly all go to the resort.”

  She inched her arms lower and straightened them, hunching her shoulders and pressing her breasts together, creating perfect cleavage. “Well, I’m a married woman. And I don’t go usually around undressing for other men.”

  Petro grinned. “Oh, well, it was worth a try…. As long as you know I’d like to have a look at you topless. Maybe you’ll give it a go while you’re here. Make an old man’s year.”

  He ushered her through to his kitchen. “Would you like a cold ginger beer?”

  “Oh, okay…. Thank you.”

  Petro poured two glasses. He sat at his table. The woman sat as well, her little sash of a skirt opening to reveal one thigh and offering a view between her legs to the crotch of her bikini pants. He was checking them out. “We used to swim nude here when I was your age, back in the 60’s. I have a telescope. I like watching for you girls on the beach, but it’s only topless these days. It would be nice if there was still the full nudity with the way you modern girls shave everything down there…. I noticed yesterday, it looked like you are almost fully shaved. It looked like a tiny strip of bush, but not much…. What do you call that nowadays?”

  “A landing strip,” the woman said, blushing a bit deeper. “Or Brazilian if all hair is waxed off…. You’re an old pervert, aren’t you?”

  Petro shrugged. “Perverts sneak. My telescope is right by an open window. Everyone can see it, and see that I’m looking at people on the beach…. I don’t see the problem. I like looking at women.”

  He took his ginger beer and motioned for the young wife to follow. He had seen a woman sunbathing topless earlier. She was still within the focus of his scope.

  “Here – have a look…. Natalie, isn’t it?”

  She nodded. Yes Natalie. She was biting a lip, her eyes wide with curiosity as she approached the telescope. “Oh, my gosh! That’s bad.”

  Petro grinned. “Looks good to me.”

  Natalie giggled, checking in the scope again. “And this is what you do all day – perv on women sunbathing?”

  “Not all day.”

  She giggled some more. Petro edged close and moved the scope to focus on her deckchair. He motioned for her to take a look.

  “Oh, no! Oh, I could feel you watching me too! And you can even see my window. That’s the bedroom. Could you see me getting dressed?”

  “No – you have the curtains closed.” Petro gave another cheeky grin. “I tried but no luc
k.”

  She slapped his arm and laughed. “You ARE a dirty old man!” She was looking at him affectionately, though. All the ladies around town liked him. She searched him with a look of interest. “You’re not sleazy though…. You’re just like Mr. Chino.”

  “True. Chino and I go way back…. I’d like to think I’m not sleazy.” Petro smiled warmly. “I wouldn’t do anything unwelcome…. I just like looking at you young ladies is all.”

  “Hmm. Well, now I know what you’re up to over here, I know I had better keep those curtains closed,” Natalie declared, taking another look through the scope. “And I had better go before my husband notices I’m gone,” she said.

  Petro looked at her breasts once more as she handed him her glass. “I’ll be watching for those,” he grinned, adding a wink when his new young female tenant blushed.

  “See ya!” she said, and was gone.

  ****

  Natalie hurried home to find Brian sleeping in an easy chair in front of a soccer game on television. She left him snoring, slipped on a skimpy beach dress, and went to the village. It turned out there were ruins of a castle on the far side of the island. There was a boat doing tours or a walking trail that meant a bit of climbing and about a ten mile round trip. Natalie was up for that. Brian was also quite fit, but he was acting pretty lazy so far. She considered whether to get him to do the walk or to just do the boat tour.

  A young, tanned, bleached-haired surfer boy brought her coffee. She was at an alfresco café. He gave her a quick look over and smiled openly about doing it. It seemed there was something of an attitude amongst the locals.

  “Is there a shipwreck off the island somewhere – for diving?” she asked him. She had forgotten to ask at the tourist kiosk.

  “Yep. Ragoon’s Wreck. It’s off the point.” He motioned to a headland jutting out from the distant end of the beach. “You can see over at the Kelly’s for snorkeling or diving gear.”

  “Okay – thanks.” Natalie felt herself blush as the blue-eyed young local looked her over again.

  This was getting interesting. As she strolled along the water’s edge she found herself noticing the other ladies who were topless. It was a quiet spot, with only a small number of bathers and sunbathers, but there were maybe half a dozen topless women and girls that Natalie had seen by the time she reached the headland.

 

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