“Intruded? Love, I’m the one who almost intruded!”
“No…. It isn’t fair,” Justine declared. “That’s why Paul and I don’t sleep together…. No – you men have to do it for yourself, so – so can we!”
Thomas laughed. “It’s damn hard finding a chance for that, isn’t it, Steven?”
Steven blushed. “Are you guys talking about what I think you’re talking about?”
“Don’t try and tell us you don’t do it, Steven.” Justine prodded him with her foot. “Everyone does it, you know?”
“Yeah, but not everyone talks about it,” Steven said, grinning, and he ran off and dived into the water.
****
Justine and Thomas returned to the cabin where Paul was working in his garden. He had found packets of seeds and had shoots up for potentially fresh salad in a month or two. He came inside. Justine was in her room with the partition drawn back. She looked past where Thomas had stopped, still chatting with her, to where Paul leaned in the doorway.
Justine was wearing a towel around her waist. She remained facing the men while she removed her panties from beneath it. She then loosened the towel and tugged it up to her chest, and she pulled her wet singlet from the top of it and over her head.
Paul rolled his eyes. She smiled at him. Thomas had shut up kind of suddenly. She walked past him and to the wash tub where she placed her wet clothes in the water and rubbed a bit of soap.
Paul sat on the couch with his foot up. He started reading one of Justine’s books. Thomas brought over some sheets for washing and placed them on the bench. He then casually clutched Justine’s waist, kneading firmly and tickling her. She squealed and held her towel. He dug his fingers into her ribs, making her shriek with laughter. She clamped her arm tight to her sides, but his big bony hands were strong. She looked to Paul. He was watching, his head raised to see what was happening.
Justine held her husband’s gaze while the older man continued tickling her. His fingers worked their way in under her arms, and with his thumbs kneading her sides, he felt her breasts, quite deliberately, she thought. He kept hold of her left breast and clutched the back of her neck with his other hand. “Ticklish there too?”
“No – not there! Meany!” Justine giggled. She still had her arm clamped to her side but not so firmly as to stop him from moving the hand beneath there.
He traced fingertips softly across her upper back. “What about there?” he asked, and at the same time, squeezed her breast very deliberately.
Justine squirmed a little, mostly to turn further from Paul’s line of sight. He couldn’t see her being felt up, as Thomas’ hand was beneath one of the folds of the towel. “Yes – a little bit there,” she answered as he traced back and forth across her back. He thumbed over her nipple. She could feel his erection pressing against her hip.
Paul came over to the kitchen and poured a glass of water. Thomas extracted his hand from beneath Justine’s arm. She fixed the towel from having loosened. Thomas began massaging her shoulders. “Mmm – that’s better,” she cooed, again meeting her husband’s gaze.
“Is that nice, love? Do you want more?”
“Ooh, yes, please?”
“She has lovely slender shoulders,” Thomas said to Paul.
He nodded. “And her neck. I love her neck,” Paul said, leaning on the sink and just watching.
Justine was facing him directly. As Thomas massaged, she allowed the top of the towel to loosen away from her breasts, holding the droopy garment with her arms again pressed to her sides. It gradually gaped enough to reveal her nipples. Paul was staring. Thomas was looking down over her shoulder as he continued kneading her firmly and making her breasts rise and fall.
Thomas worked down lower, either side of her spine and then back up to her neck. Justine rocked her head forward, relaxing into the wonderful sensations as she allowed the towel to lower to her waist. She opened her eyes to check on her husband, still watching. The older man was using his thumbs to massage, and his fingers were pressing into her sides, beneath her arms again. She lifted her arms out of his way and let him feel into the sides of her breasts. “This is so nice,” she said, smiling back over her shoulder.
“I used to do massage when I was your age. I worked at a resort for a few years.”
“So you were a professional masseuse?” Paul asked.
“Yeah – when I was young and fit.” He kneaded Justine’s upper arms, pulling them back and looking down at her tits. He worked back to her shoulders as she sat down on a stool, then he rubbed down her chest, his thumbs pressing between her breasts and his fingers flaying over them and touching her tight little nipples. He did that again, smoothing from her shoulders all the way down to her stomach, and he squeezed and lifted her tits more deliberately that time. “But like this is more of a sensual rather than therapeutic massage.” He swept his big bony hands down once more and just held her tits that time, feeling them and thumbing her nipples.
Justine closed her eyes and enjoyed the stimulation. The way he was tweaking her nipples was sending bolts of pleasure through her belly. The feel of his big hands holding and playing with her breasts had her pressing her chest forward for more. He returned to her shoulders for a moment then swept down to squeeze her tits again. She caught her breath and met Paul’s eyes that time.
He took her hand and pulled her to her feet and against his chest. He kissed her. She moaned into his mouth, still clutching the towel at her waist and with her upper-body bare.
“I think I should leave you young folks to it,” Thomas offered, chuckling.
“Good idea – thanks, man,” Paul replied.
Justine broke off her husband’s attempt at another kiss. “No – wait….”
“Yes, it’s fine, love…. You need your privacy…. I’ll head back to the pond and make sure the guys don’t come back for an hour or so, okay?”
“But – no…. It’s not –” Justine’s plea failed to stop the older man from leaving the cabin. Her husband pulled her close and tried to kiss her again. He groped her breast but she peeled his hand off it and covered herself with the towel. “No, Paul. This isn’t right. It’s not fair!”
“What’s not fair? It’s cool, sweetheart. Thomas obviously remembers what it’s like to be young.”
Justine checked out the door. Thomas disappeared along the trail. She brushed at Paul’s clutching hands again. “No way, Paul. It’s not fair – us doing this and him missing out. That’s just cruel when there are no women here for the other men. It’s not right for us to be taking over the place and making them hide while we have sex.”
“Well, what are we supposed to do? It’s not our fault we got stranded together.”
“NOTHING is what we’re supposed to do.” Justine folded her arms resolutely. “We’ll just have to wait until we get home – like they have to!”
“Wait? You mean, to have sex?”
“Yes! It won’t kill us…. You can still do it for yourself, as can I.”
“Shit! Seriously? But my dick’s finally working again.”
Justine giggled a little. “Well, we’ve done it a few times now – and that will have to do. I feel terrible. It’s just not fair to the others…. Not unless you want to share!”
“You mean, share you with them?” Paul asked almost mildly.
Justine glared. “I wasn’t serious!” She saw Paul blush a little. “Oh, my God – you meant that.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“You did so! I know you, Paul…. Have you thought about it before?”
He blushed a bit deeper. “Yeah – sort of…. I’m not a total arsehole, you know? I feel sorry for the guys being stranded here without women too.”
“Oh, my God….” Justine pressed close, asking sweetly, “So, what were you thinking, exactly?”
“Nothing…. Just what we said a minute ago – about um – you know – sharing.”
“Sharing me?” Justine took a soft kiss, cuddling up to her husband’s che
st. “Would you really do that?”
“No – not really. And I wouldn’t expect you would agree to something like that either, sweetheart. I wouldn’t offend you by suggesting it.”
Justine fiddled with chest hair. “I don’t find the idea offensive…. Scary, I guess, but not unpleasant.”
“No? Not even with old Thomas?” Paul grinned teasingly.
Justine blushed that time. “He’s only in his 50s. He’s only daddy-old, not granddaddy.”
Paul chuckled. He sat, and Justine sat on his knee. “It’s just with the way you’ve been flashing them, sweetheart – it’s kind of not that big a next step to think about…. It would probably be different actually doing it.”
“I know. It was interesting with the way Thomas was touching me just now, and Jasper has been getting more handsy with his tickling lately.”
“Yeah – I noticed that. Thomas was cool, though – that was hot watching him massage you…. The idea of him and Steven doesn’t worry me. It’s just Jasper. If he wasn’t here, I’d probably say let’s go for it.”
“What’s wrong with Jasper? He’s been really nice since we’ve been here.”
“I know…. It’s not that. He’s been great. We’ve always gotten on, anyway…. It’s just that he’s different to me than the other two.”
“Oh…. How’s that?”
“Well, he’s kind of direct competition – if that makes any sense. Thomas is, like, the wrong generation, and Steven’s just a kid. But Jasper….”
“Oh, I see.” Justine took another kiss. “He’s another man – another potential mate for me?”
“Exactly!”
“Hmm – that’s sexy,” Justine whispered into another kiss. “It turns me on thinking about that.”
“Yeah?”
“Uh huh…. Why don’t you check and see?” She tugged at his arm, guiding his hand beneath the front of her towel, parting her legs enough that he could feel her.
“Shit – you’re soaked, sweetheart.”
“Uh huh…. I need your dick.”
“Yeah? But what about…?”
“I know what I said, but I need it.” She straddled Paul’s thighs. He freed his erection, and she got on it. “Mmm – that’s better.”
Justine clung to her husband as she squirmed on his dick. He cuddled her tight and took longer to cum than she did. Her orgasm was still clenching her belly when he tensed up and cried out, ejaculating so hard she felt it spurting inside.
“Wow, you really are cured, Paul. I can’t believe how hard you’re staying now.”
“I know…. It’s so great to be back to normal.”
“No – this is better than normal. You feel stronger than I can remember. You came so hard that time.”
“I think it’s because of all this teasing…. Like, just before when you were swimming with the others and I was here wondering what was going on. That shit gets me on edge really bad.”
Justine pulled on a tunic. “But you know I wouldn’t let anything happen behind your back…. Not like someone we know!”
“Aw, shit. Not that again!”
Justine giggled. “I’m not going on about it. I’m just teasing this time.”
“Oh…. That’s okay, then…. It was, like, three years ago now.”
“I know. And I forgave you two years ago.” Justine cuddled her husband again. “But you did be very bad once, and that girl was a potential mate for you, wasn’t she? She was the same age as me.”
“Yeah, but I was drunk. I didn’t see her like that, sweetheart. It just happened….”
“Yeah, but I’m just saying – about you being worried about Jasper being the competition – that when you did it, it was with someone just like that to me.”
Paul frowned. “Aw, yeah – I get it now. I’m still really sorry about that, baby.”
“I know you are. Really – I’m over it.” Justine took a kiss and smiled into it. “But you having to worry about Jasper is fair punishment if you ask me.”
“Yeah – I get it…. I suppose that’s true.” Paul sat at the table. Justine sat too. He looked up with another ponderous frown. “So, what about what we were talking about just before – are you seriously thinking about it?”
“I don’t know. I never thought about it before. I just said it as a joke…. Although I still think we shouldn’t do this together while they can’t.”
“Yeah – I get that. It must be uncomfortable for them wondering if they’re going to walk in on us.”
“Exactly! But you weren’t joking, were you, Paul? You would really consider letting them have sex with me, wouldn’t you?”
He took a moment to respond, rubbing at his fingers. He shrugged. “Yeah – I would, I guess…. Definitely with Thomas and Steven, and I guess I could swallow my pride with Jasper if I had to…. But there’s no way I’d even imagine anything like this at home. It’s just that we’re stranded here, and everything feels different. There’s a freaky, native feel to everything. It’s like the rules are all different or something.”
“Yes – I feel that too,” Justine concurred quickly. “I feel so alive and vibrant…. I don’t want to not have sex. It’s on my mind all the time just looking at you men getting around half naked too…. I mean – Steven has a nice body. So does Jasper. And even Thomas is kind of sexy looking. He’s in good shape for an older man, and I love his hands. They’re so strong.”
“Okay. So, let’s say we decided to do something like this. What about the fact that there are, like, four men and just you? I mean, it’s better than the other way around. There’s no way one man could keep up with four women.” Paul chuckled. “I guess he could die trying.”
Justine giggled too. “Hmm – I suppose…. But I don’t know about taking care of so many men in that way. I don’t think I’d like it with more than one at a time. And not every five minutes either…. I guess I could probably enjoy it as often as once each per day with four men. Especially if sometimes it would just be him getting off, which I’m sure it would be – when I was tired from doing it so often.”
Paul rubbed a spot on the table. “Hmm – three other guys getting off in my wife, huh? I guess that’s about what it would be.”
“Well, it certainly wouldn’t be emotional or romantic in any way,” Justine said.
“No – of course not, darling. We’re just talking about a sexual release.”
Justine blushed at the simple idea. “Uh huh…. Relieving their tension inside of the only female on the island – which could just be in my mouth sometimes, I suppose.”
Paul looked up. “Yeah – I hadn’t thought of that…. I guess it would be practical to just do oral sometimes.”
“Uh huh…. It would be easier for me to just stroke and suck them off sometimes, and I think they’d enjoy it just as much, don’t you? I mean – if I always went all the way and let them watch me swallow their cum of course.”
Paul nodded. “Yeah, they’d like that for sure.”
Justine smiled through a blush. “Me too, I think.”
“But I’m still not sure we should do any of this, sweetheart. I think we need to think about it – to be sure we won’t regret it later, when we get home.”
“I know, Paul. I agree – we need to really think about it first.” Justine got up and cuddled behind her husband to whisper into his ear. “But I will actually do it. I’ll let them all have me if that’s what we decide.”
Paul squeezed her arms. “Okay, baby. I’ll let them all have you too – if that’s what we decide!”
Justine was walking to the kitchen when Paul called out one last thing.
He chuckled. “As long as Jasper doesn’t go first!”
****
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 Justine brought her comb and scissors.
She trimmed the back and top while standin
g 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 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.
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