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

by Matt Coolomon

  She chose a sandy path on the way back. It followed along a rise that skirted the beach and meant she was in view of the old man’s house and telescope. She wondered if he was watching her – she imagined he was. There had been excellent clarity looking through the lens of that spyglass. When it was focused on the topless woman, Natalie was able to see the texture of her skin and even distinguished a tiny tattoo on her hip that read Brad. If the old man was watching her walk he would be able to distinguish how firm her nipples had become just thinking about that. They were little points in the stretchy yellow fabric of her beach dress.

  A small clump of trees would have blocked the old man’s view for a moment. She had convinced herself he was watching. She quickly checked that no one else was looking, and she pulled the strings and removed her bikini top from the side of her dress, scrunching it and quickly stuffing it in her shoulder-bag.

  Natalie smiled gleefully to herself as she continued walking and came back into view of the old man’s window with her breasts unfettered and jiggling about beneath her dress. She wasn’t quite topless, but she was very obviously braless right then. Two boys on skateboards whizzed past either side of her with their eyes fixed to her chest. She imagined the old man spying through his lens, and she deliberately rolled hips and stomped heels to make her breasts sway more noticeably. She tried not to turn her head toward the window as she approached, but it was difficult to resist, and she couldn’t stop smiling. When she passed by only twenty metres distant, she tossed a deliberate glance and saw him there using a small pair of binoculars instead of the long-distance scope.

  She tossed another look back over her shoulder as she turned toward the bungalow, leaving him to watch her bum, and still swinging her hips very deliberately.

  There were visitors on the front veranda of the cottage. On the trip over from the mainland, there had been a couple of local guys who had offered to take Brian deep sea fishing. They were kicked back with beers.

  “Hi,” Natalie said, blushing.

  They both looked right at her nipples. The dress was very stretchy, tight enough to conform to the roundness of her breasts. They were clearly defined – her nipples visibly darker than the light yellow fabric.

  Natalie’s initial reaction at the surprise of seeing the two men was to fold her arms across her chest. That thought entered her mind but was processed quickly enough to cause her pause, and she just clutched her hands in front and kind of squeezed her breasts together instead. One of the guy’s eyebrows lifted noticeably, the other disguised his interest in her braless display better than that.

  “Hey, honey – where were you?” Brian asked, coming from inside with his gaze also flashing to her nipples.

  Natalie did fold her arms. “Just went for a walk. You were asleep.”

  She squeezed past and went to the bedroom. It was dark and cool in there. The curtain was maroon in colour and heavy. This had seemed odd before, but as she peeped out at the brilliant daylight and the view of the street, she realized it was for privacy and that it actually kept the room cool and dark in case a holiday maker wanted to sleep late, which would often be the case.

  Natalie parted the thick curtains a little, teasing herself with the idea of the old man watching, but not really enough for him to see her anyway. It lightened the room considerably. She slipped off her dress and looked this way and that in the mirror, assessing her appearance fully topless and wondering if she should try it on the beach with the other ladies.

  “Ahem….”

  The sound startled her. She glanced to see the smiling face of one of the fishing guys. His eyes were focused on her tits. She quickly lifted an arm to cover them, her blush swarming.

  “Sorry…. I was looking for the toilet,” he said, grinning.

  “There’s a packet of chips on the fridge,” Brian called from outside.

  The guy glanced over his shoulder but didn’t respond. Natalie was standing there in full view of the open door but not close enough to reach out and shut it without taking a step. Her legs wouldn’t work – her feet stuck to the floor it seemed. There was nothing within reach to cover herself, unless she pulled the spread off the bed, which was a heavy tapestried thing that matched the curtains.

  The guy turned back, leaning there against the doorway, his eyes alight with mischief. His gaze lowered to Natalie’s legs. As it lifted, she inched her arm down to her belly and put it behind her back, facing him fully and showing him her tits.

  “Yeah – nice,” he groaned low and appreciatively.

  Natalie chewed on her lip, watching his face.

  “Maybe we should take you fishing and leave your old man here,” he said.

  Natalie giggled, making her tits jiggle, and she was suddenly able to move, so she reached out and closed the door in the guy’s face.

  “Oh, my gosh!” she cried to herself, face in hands peeping through her fingers at her guilty reflection in the mirror. Doing that behind Brian’s back had been so exhilarating, though. “Oh, my gosh, that was amazing,” she whispered under her breath, falling back to sit on the bed then flopping with her arms out to lie there gazing up at the ceiling fan.

  She was going to have to do it. The decision was made. Not right now – there’s no way I could go out there and face that guy in front of Brian – but she would be going topless on the beach that afternoon. It was already lunchtime. She was hungry and had bought fresh fruit to cut up and make a salad.

  She went back to the window, holding an arm across her breasts as she opened the curtains fully. It wasn’t possible to discern whether the old guy was there beyond his open window, but Natalie hoped he was watching her with his telescope. “Not yet, though, old pervert man,” she said, facing the window but keeping her arm protectively in place. “No – you have to wait until later!”

  She pulled her bikini top from her bag and tied it in place then put on a short denim skirt. The men were chatting on the veranda, their deep voices giving her goose bumps as she slipped past the open door and into the kitchen. It only took ten minutes to cut up her fruit, and she took some with her in a plastic container and left via the back door off the kitchen.

  Natalie strolled past the old man’s house, disappointed to see he wasn’t in attendance at his telescope. She followed the path through a small grassy park and walked onto the hot sand. There was a shady tree, so she put her bag down there and laid out her towel. It was nice to sit watching the gentle waves while she had her lunch. After a little while she was thrilled to see the old man walking home from the shops. She glanced back over her shoulder a couple of times, thinking he had noticed her but not sure. She checked back a few more times until she saw him at his telescope, then her skin started tingling all over as she sensed his eyes upon her.

  She shifted and straightened her towel. It was angled to have her lying side on to the old man’s view. “Oh, I can’t do it,” she mumbled nervously, wringing her hands and looking anywhere but at the old man’s house. It was much harder alone and in public. “I can’t, I can’t,” she muttered, trying to get up the nerve. “Oh, shit,” she exclaimed, and she tugged the string behind her back, then the one behind her neck, and she bit down on her smile as she looked across at where she could see the form of the old man watching, and she lowered her bikini top to show him her breasts.

  It was a good distance, but she could see he was looking through his telescope. She leaned back on her hands and thrust her chest forward, letting him have a good look. The nervousness faded quickly. Another old man strolled past, and Natalie let him have a look at her. She noticed him peeping from the corner of his eye, so she deliberately turned her head away, then she felt him looking at her fully as he walked slowly past. Next was a group of teens with all the boys having a good gawk, a couple of them brash enough to turn their heads and look back after they had walked past. That made Natalie smile to herself.

  It was actually fun, she decided as she opened her book and casually read, noting the reactions of guys who wal
ked past. They all had a look. Without fail, every one of them checked her out – either sneakily or blatantly.

  ****

  There was a note on the kitchen counter when Natalie returned to the cottage. Her husband had gone fishing with the locals and would be home late that night.

  She spent the afternoon hiding in the bungalow, reading. After dinner and a shower she dressed excitedly. She wore the white bikini and tied a sash of fabric around her waist. When the old man opened his door in response to her nervous knock, his face lit up in a big grin.

  “Hi,” she said.

  Her plan had been exhausted. She didn’t know what she was doing there.

  He took her hand and guided her in. It was as if he knew what she had been thinking as his eyes caressed her and his big hand came to rest upon the small of her back.

  Natalie stood there while he looked at her. He moved around her, examining from over her shoulder and ending up in front, facing her squarely, his eyes lifting from her legs to meet her gaze.

  “Show me your tits now?” he asked of her, his tone polite and hopeful.

  She reached behind her back and untied the string. Her breasts moved free from the restriction, falling slightly and swaying a little as she reached up to the tie behind her neck. She gathered the bikini top and lowered her hands, exposing herself completely.

  “You can have me if you want,” she hear herself say.

  ****

  Petro stepped forward and felt one of her tits. He smiled, and as he softly sucked the nipple into his mouth his cock lifted and firmed. The young wife moaned and took hold of his head. He cupped her tit from beneath and suckled away at it. He held her close with his other arm. She was trembling. He released the nipple and lifted her, carrying her to the sofa and sitting her down. He knelt in front of her and squeezed the other tit. She stroked his head and nursed him closer. He opened his lips over the nipple and softly sucked on it, and she moaned again and writhed beneath him.

  Petro was in heaven. He massaged and kissed all over her breasts, lapping at them while her entire body was undulating, and with a nipple again in his mouth and with her moaning wildly, he forced his hand between her legs and felt into the crotch of her bikini pants.

  ****

  Natalie clung to the old man’s head while he mauled her breasts, sending bolts of sheer ecstasy through her body, and she ground down on his hand, feeling his thick fingers searching deep into her sex and his calloused palm rubbing against her clit.

  She tried to fight off the climax that was building so quickly. She argued in her mind over conflicting thoughts about doing this without Brian, but her orgasm was surging, and it exploded and thumped through her belly causing her to writhe and moan out loud and clamp her legs together, crushing the old man’s arm.

  He held her firmly while she bit into his shoulder. With her orgasm fading, she felt her legs being opened again, and she allowed that. She clung to him, burying her face in his neck while he pulled her body forward, placing her bottom on the edge of the sofa.

  It was obvious what was going to happen now. She was being positioned for him to be able to screw her. She was about to be fucked by another man.

  Natalie took her last opportunity to rationalize what she was doing. Should she stop this now? She felt she could – that the old man would let her go if she said she had changed her mind. His fingers were at her crotch again. He was a nice old guy, though. She believed he would stop if she said so.

  She thought of her husband – her marriage. They had discussed it but hadn’t decided to let another man have her yet. This was big. She knew she would regret it, but she bit down on a naughty grin as the decision clarified in her mind.

  She clung to old man with her head turned away, and she stared at a wall of framed photographs as she felt the head of his penis being pressed against her sex. It felt huge, and it opened her and sunk in. It was thick and stretched her. He rocked forward and inserted it until it filled her. She squeaked and bit his shoulder. He pulled back, and she held a breath as he pushed forward again, more than filling her that time and probing deeper than she had ever felt before.

  The old man gently pulled back and inserted again, just to that same depth. Natalie could feel he hadn’t pressed firmly against her yet – that there was more of the thick shaft to be inserted. “It’s so huge,” she uttered. “I don’t know if I….”

  “Nearly there, sweetie,” he said, and he surged forward and filled her to a depth she never thought possible. It felt strange, slightly painful, but the discomfort was dissipating quickly as he held himself fully inside of her. “Getting better now?” he asked kindly.

  “Uh huh,” Natalie uttered, thinking he had obviously done this before.

  He started moving out and in, slowly at first, but steadily and with very long strokes that soon had Natalie beginning to peak. She rocked forward to meet the thrusts of the massive shaft impaling her – her belly suddenly clenching and her pussy contracting and pulsing around the huge cock inside of her. The old man waited for her to relax a little then resumed fucking her, obviously determined to reach his own climax now.

  She remembered the reality of the situation.

  “I’m not on birth control,” she said to him.

  He had a thick hairy arm clamped around her waist and another one around her shoulders, holding her in place, and he was spearing his cock into her.

  “You can’t cum in me,” she said, pushing against his shoulders that time. “Please! You can’t cum in me,” she went on anxiously.

  His body was a ball of muscle. It was hard and fixed in place, and his hips were thrusting powerfully between her spread open thighs. She could feel him beginning to tense with each inward thrust. And suddenly he jammed his cock in as deep as he possibly could and held firm, and Natalie felt the massive shaft inside of her begin to throb and gush, and as it did her body exploded into orgasm again, and she clung to the old man’s shoulders and surrendered herself completely.

  ****

  Petro hadn’t been in anyone as tight as that, or cum anywhere near as hard as that, since he could remember. The young wife’s body was limp in his arms, so he rested her back where he could see her tits again while enjoying the very wet and very hot little gash between her legs. He was still firm enough to slip in and out – and he lifted her knees and kept her spread open while he enjoyed the feel of her for a while.

  He thought of his brother Carlos. Now, this could work, he reasoned. There’d be no need to go out looking for women if I could get him some of this.

  The young wife’s hand moved down and attempted to cover her opening, as if she was reading his thoughts. She was trying to close her legs and wriggle away. “I have to go – my husband’s waiting,” she said shakily.

  Petro bent to her tits again and sucked in a nipple. It had been several weeks since he last masturbated, and his cock was still quite firm. He forced it back into her and used his far superior weight to push her body down on the sofa. He was then on top of her and he started fucking her again.

  She was limp and non-responsive but her pussy was hot and still nice and tight. It’s all he needed from her, and with her legs spread wide he used her body to slowly and relentlessly work up a second load of cum.

  ****

  Natalie was relieved when the old man finally tensed up and ejaculated. It had been too long under his weight struggling to breathe, and with his massive bulk tensing to muscle he actually lifted from her slightly. She could feel his cock throbbing and gushing more of what she hoped would not be potent semen. He was quite old after all, and she imagined he might not be fertile. At least she hoped not.

  He finally collapsed and rolled off to sit on the floor gasping for breath. Natalie quickly gathered her bikini top and fixed it into place, and she hurried out the door and back to the bungalow. She slipped inside and closed the door but her husband grabbed her from behind. He must have arrived just after she left.

  “So, where have you been?” he ask
ed accusingly, though playfully. He was kissing her neck. “You’re all wet.”

  “I’ve been jogging,” Natalie lied. She was wet with sweat, but it wasn’t her own. Her husband was biting and licking her, and she was covered in sweat from the old landlord. She found herself strangely excited at the way Brian was cleaning her skin, but no…. “I have to go shower. Wait for me in bed,” she said to him.

  She hurried to the shower and washed as thoroughly as she could, deciding it would be fine as long as she didn’t let Brian go down on her. She was quite full of semen it seemed. Her pussy was slick and very hot.

  She smiled to herself at what she had done. It was crazy, but the feeling was essentially positive. There were no regrets – yet, at least.

  “No, don’t go down,” she said, pulling her husband up from his foreplay. “I’m already wet,” she whispered to him, again biting on her guilty smile.

  ****

  The next morning Natalie lay out sunbathing, hoping to see old Petro. She spent a few hours before lunch, and after swimming with Brian she returned to her deckchair. Finally the old man made an appearance, but he wasn’t alone. There was another man with him who looked almost exactly the same only a bit taller. They had to be brothers, she decided. And they were both looking over.

  Natalie’s incomprehensible excitement at the thought of them coming closer was dashed by the intrusion of her husband dragging another deck chair over and setting up beside her with a newspaper

  She tried waiting him out, but after an hour the two old men went back inside and closed the door, leaving her somewhat disappointed. She then packed up and showered ready for the dinner plans she and Brian had.

  That night Natalie was relieved when Brian went to bed early and fell asleep. Sitting out on the front step enjoying the moonlight and the sound and smell of the ocean, she decided firmly that she had no regrets about her secret infidelity. She could only hope she wouldn’t end up pregnant by the old man, but she was even pleased – or more so excited – about the fact he had taken her without protection.