When the couple come downstairs half an hour later the woman has on a sky blue stretch cotton halter-neck dress that hugs her slender body. It ends mid-thigh and there are no panty lines. She’s also quite obviously braless with her – probably B-cup – tits sitting firmly but wobbling and jiggling about as she walks.
Carter lifts his eyes from her chest and meets her blush, and as she lowers her eyes he looks her up and down once more, appreciating her lovely firm looking bottom as she turns to take her seat.
The guy has been busy looking at the antique photographs framed on the wall. "These are amazing," he says, thumbing back over his shoulder as he turns around.
“Yeah they're from around the turn of the last century. You should have a look around the village before you leave tomorrow. You can still see the old wharf and some of those buildings."
Carter is pouring wine as he speaks, and he’s watching the wife's nipples firm up. They had been visible before but still obviously soft and relaxed. As he watches, they turn to hard little points, and he can even see the texture of the areola through the thin fabric.
Carter of course ate in the kitchen with Olsen and Toby, and he leaves the guests with the main dining room. He checks on them regularly, though, and after dinner he ends up staying for a glass of wine. Olsen and Toby have gone to bed early, as they always do, and it’s nice to have company.
"How about some music?" Ashton asks after a third bottle of wine has been opened.
Carter tunes through the few radio stations. "What sort?"
"That's it – perfect!" Ashton calls to a slow number, and he takes his wife in his arms and dances into the middle of the big, open room.
Carter sits on the sofa and watches them sway cheek to cheek through a couple of songs. "Come on, your turn," the guy then says and ushers his wife forth.
Carter immediately accepts the invitation and claims her. She’s warm and smells beautiful. Her skin is like silk, and the feel of her bare back sends a pulse of blood to his cock, which subsequently firms against her hip. He’s only wearing a thin t-shirt himself, so the feel of her tits against his chest doesn't help. Then as he pulls her closer, her thighs part against one of his, and he can feel the heat from her pussy through his jeans.
Ashton has kicked back on the sofa and doesn't appear too concerned. Catherine has surrendered to Carter's hold and is resting submissively against him. Holding her as close as he is, his arm is all the way around her, his fingers pressing into the side of her breast. He can feel the roundness of it quite distinctly, but he’s trying to resist the urge to actually feel her up.
He massages very slightly, pressing into her softness. Her little fingers clutch his shoulder. He’s flexing his thigh against her pussy. He settles to deliberately stroking the side of her boob while they dance through three or four songs. The news then comes on the radio and brakes the trance Catherine has seemingly fallen into.
"I think we had better go to bed. It's been a long day," she explains, and she follows her husband upstairs, just glancing back once to catch Carter looking at her legs.
"Good night," she says sweetly. "Thank you for the dance."
****
"It really is beautiful here," Catherine says to her husband as she sits there in bed watching the morning sun glisten from the lake.
"That was a good feed last night too," Ashton suggests, yawning and sitting up as well.
"Well why don't we just stay here?" Catherine asks. "I wouldn't mind a nice peaceful few days here instead of the resort."
"Really? Are you serious?"
"Yes – why not? We could see what's in the village – maybe some nice restaurants. It's got to be set up for tourists with a lake as beautiful as this."
"Well I guess we could," Ashton agrees. "We could just drop off the planet for a few days, I suppose. To hell with work, eh?"
Catherine snuggles up. "I would really make it worth your while if you don't tell anyone where we are and if you leave that phone turned off."
"Hmm – really worth my while, eh?" Ashton kisses his wife softly. "And what if I wanted to show you off some more?"
She moans into his mouth. “If you want to you can show me off."
"How about letting that guy from last night have a look at these this morning then?" Ashton goes on, feeling his wife's breasts.
"Okay…." She pants a little into another kiss. "What should I wear?"
"Your white blouse with the top buttons undone. The plain one that opens up nicely, and without a bra. And maybe with a short skirt and some classic white panties. We could let him have a look at those too – just for a tease."
“Oh you mean like those two road worker men yesterday?"
"What! You knew?"
"Of course I did."
"But you were asleep!"
"Ashton, honey, I'm never that asleep!"
Ashton laughs and cuddles his wife. He kisses her softly. “What about letting this guy see your nipples, baby? How would that be?”
“Hmm – are you sure you’re not thinking about doing stuff again? It sounds like you might be.”
“I don’t know….” Ashton shrugs. “I guess being away from home has me kind of thinking about it…. It’s been a long time since we last let another man service you.”
Catherine smiles into another kiss. “Service me, huh? Isn’t that my husband’s job?”
“Well I guess we could make them use a condom if we decided on letting someone. I’ve got plenty to share.”
“Hmm – I think definitely after the weekend.”
“Getting close to time again, is it, baby?” Ashton kisses Catherine some more. “Getting close to extra sexy time, eh?”
“Yes and my husband wants me to let some other man see my nipples!”
“Oh I do, darling. Make sure your blouse is open for me, okay? I'd better go see if we can have the room for the weekend."
*
Ashton quickly dresses and goes down to the office. He stays chatting with Carter until Catherine appears up on the landing in her little chequered skirt and white blouse. He can see her nipples through the fabric, and Carter is standing there with his mouth hanging open as she walks down the stairs.
Catherine approaches, and Ashton puts his arm around her. Looking down at her, he can see a bare breast through the open blouse, and as good mornings are exchanged and breakfast is discussed, he gathers the fabric at her side in his fingers and opens the blouse even more.
Carter's eyes flash down. "Or I could serve your breakfast upstairs on the balcony if you like," he suggests.
His eyes lower again and his head tilts slightly. Catherine is blushing, and Ashton nuzzles her neck, deliberately looking away so the guy can have a little freedom.
"Would you like to eat upstairs, sweetheart?" he asks, perhaps overdoing the smooching a bit, but he can see the guy is staring directly at a bare tit.
*
Later, at breakfast, their eager host takes several opportunities to enjoy the view over Catherine's shoulder. He’s getting quite bold, and Ashton meets his glance at one point where they both understand what’s happening. Then, when Catherine is in the bathroom and Carter returns to clear the table, Ashton takes a deep breath and speaks as evenly as he can manage.
"I don't mind if you enjoy looking at her," he starts. And when Carter looks up Ashton smiles. "At first it was a matter of getting used to it because of the way she turns heads. Then I started enjoying the fact that she's mine and every other guy wants her. Now it's – well arousing I guess – to be blunt."
"I know what you mean," Carter says, as cool as you like. "I've even done a bit of swinging with some of my ex-girlfriends."
"No shit? So have we!"
“Yeah it's an amazing feeling watching your woman being looked over by another guy, isn't it? Even if it doesn't go any further than that it's certainly arousing!"
Catherine returns from the bathroom and sits down. This time Carter blatantly looks down her front, and when she peers u
p, he winks and she turns bright red.
"It's all right, sweetheart, we were just talking about showing our ladies off, and it seems our host has done some of that himself."
"Oh?" Catherine utters, still blushing.
"Nice tits," Carter says to her, still as cool as.
"Thank you," she answers, looking down at herself and fiddling nervously with the front of her blouse before looking up again.
"May I?" Carter says to Ashton and motions with his hand.
Ashton nods while Catherine's eyes widen, and she sucks in a breath as the guy slips his hand down her blouse and feels her left breast. She starts panting immediately as he squeezes it and rolls the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She looks to Ashton.
“Just let him, okay, baby?”
She holds her breath as he moves to her right breast.
"Yeah – nice," the guy says, grinning over at Ashton.
Catherine’s eyes close. Her palms are flat on the table. Carter leans close and looks down over her shoulder at what he’s doing. He stops feeling her and just holds her blouse forward with both hands and has a look at her tits. Catherine peers at his face there beside hers then looks down at herself.
“So you like your husband showing you off, Catherine?”
“I don’t mind – if he wants to.”
“Yeah – these are beautiful….” He feels her again. She moans a little. “Is that turning you on?”
“Uh huh…. I can’t help it.”
He grins at Ashton again. He’s feeling both of Catherine’s nipples. “Responsive nips, eh?”
Ashton nods, his neck hot, his heart thumping.
Carter winks to him but speaks into Catherine’s ear. “Is this getting you wet?”
She bites a lip. “Mmm – I don’t know – maybe.”
He chuckles and extracts his hands from down her blouse. Catherine fixes a button. Ashton holds her gaze as the other man collects the breakfast tray.
"There's a sandy beach and a good spot for swimming on the property. It's very private, only you might see old Olsen and his son, Toby, working on the grounds…. Don't take too much notice of Toby. He's a little bit backward – just a big kid and very friendly, though difficult to get a word out of…. And I have a boat if you feel like having a look at the village. It's a nice little cruise – only about fifteen minutes. Anytime you want, just let me know."
"Thanks," Ashton says as Carter leaves the room.
*
Catherine is still in shock at being felt up like that. The sensation is still in her belly and tingling between her legs. "I can't believe he just did that," she says to her husband. “Oh my God!"
“I know, but he’s obviously experienced. He’s done swinging before…. It’s a bit lucky to meet someone like that without even having to look. Plus it’s perfect here. We could let him fuck you upstairs here without that old guy knowing. He’s already tried to get you wet.”
“Uh huh,” Catherine utters.
“Did he, baby? Did he get you wet just then?”
“Yes. He knew what he was doing alright. But are you really going to let him have me?”
Ashton approaches behind and massages her shoulders. “I think if we just see what happens. But if he was to get onto you a few times – yeah, I wouldn’t mind…. It would be interesting to see him with you. He’s kind of stocky. You’d look really tiny under him.”
“Hmm – he looks quite heavy.”
“But that’s okay if it’s in bed, isn’t it? Like if he’s on top of you in a soft bed?”
“Yes that would be okay….”
"Well anyway, let's go and see about this sandy beach,” Ashton says, kissing Catherine’s hair. "It's warm enough for a swim."
Catherine changes into a bikini and sundress. She strolls around the gardens with her husband then across the lawn to the edge of the water and a small beach of sand with the ripples of crystal clear water lapping gently ashore. She takes off her dress and stretches out on a towel. There are a few boats on the lake, and in the distance there are some people water skiing. The beach is totally secluded from the road, being behind the house and otherwise surrounded by trees. After a while one of the gardeners appears. He’s a tall, well-built man of perhaps mid-twenties. He’s actually quite gorgeous, Catherine thinks.
"That must be Toby," Ashton suggests.
He’s watering plants in the garden and frequently grinning over. Ashton takes the tanning lotion and rubs some into Catherine's shoulders. "Do you want to take your top off?" he whispers into her neck. The big guy’s close enough to hear if he'd spoken out loud. There’s still a big stupid grin pasted on his face, and he’s constantly looking over.
"Go on, sweetheart – let him have a look at your tits."
"Okay," Catherine utters softly, and she pulls the string behind her back and neck and extracts her bikini top from beneath her body. She then gets up onto her knees feeling her face heat with redness as the man looks at her breasts.
*
Olsen adjusts his binoculars from the kitchen window and focuses on the blonde woman's tits. She has her arms raised as she fixes a hair band that has slipped. Then she bends to her hands and knees to straighten her towel, with her breasts wobbling about beneath her body.
Olsen checks his boy and sees he has stopped work and is standing there looking directly at her as well. He swings back to the woman and finds her lying on her back with her chest flattened and her nipples erect.
*
Ashton waves, and the big guy's grin broadens as he waves back.
"Well you certainly got his attention, sweetheart."
"Is he still looking?"
“Yeah he sure is!"
Toby resumes watering but stays close and continues to stare at Catherine. When Ashton goes in for a swim, he comes even closer, and Catherine smiles at him, which causes him to go with the full face grin again and to wave.
He’s obviously harmless, and although he’s blatantly staring at Catherine's breasts, she feels at ease.
"It's a nice day isn't it?" she calls over to him, and he nods and gives the big grin again, then his eyes move to her legs. He has worked his way directly in front of her, her knees slightly apart.
After checking what he’s doing for a moment his gaze returns to her crotch, and Catherine feels her belly tingling again as she notices the size of his package. The outline of his penis is obvious in the leg of his shorts. It’s huge.
When Ashton returns from his swim, Toby moves along, and Catherine puts her dress back on with Ashton refusing to let her have her bikini top. She spends the rest of the morning on the balcony with a book while Ashton sleeps.
****
Carter takes them to the village for lunch at a bar, and on the way back he lets Catherine have a drive of the boat but stays close behind her. She finds herself leaning back against him and looking over at her husband. She likes how firm the other man’s body is and the feel of his rather large hand resting upon her side. She wants him to lift and feel her breast again, but with the slight movement he’s making, his thumb barely presses beneath and that’s all.
Rather than returning to the guesthouse the men decide to anchor off shore and have a swim. They strip down to shorts and dive in. They both resurface and look back waiting for Catherine to dive in too. She takes a breath and lifts her sundress off, baring her breasts again. She then waits a moment while Carter has a look at them.
"Yeah very nice," he says, and she feels herself blushing.
She dives in and surfaces between the two men, and they both move close. Ashton gathers her feet as she floats on her back, and she finds Carter's head at her shoulder. Her breasts are exposed upon the surface of the water. She watches Carter examine them while her husband gathers the sides of her bikini pants and pulls them from her legs.
Catherine keeps a thin landing strip. Otherwise her pussy is smoothly shaved. She’s floating on her back while the men remain either side of her, both touching her gently and dri
fting along with her. Ashton throws her bikini pants into the boat, and Carter strips his shorts and tosses them in as well.
"It's only fair," he says with a grin. He then floats on his back, his erection surfacing. It’s cut, with a tapered head, and not overly long but extremely thick.
Catherine’s biting her lip as she stares at it, wondering how it’s going to feel inside of her, but when a hand starts moving along her inner thigh, she pushes away from the men and swims around to the other side of the boat.
It’s nice to swim nude – a little naughty, but nice. Before long the men are back in the boat, though, and she eventually has to return. She climbs aboard and accepts the towel Carter hands her. She dries her body then stands facing him while drying her hair.
"Should I leave my pants off and just put my dress on?" she asks.
Carter grins. "That would be nice."
Ashton’s sitting back watching with an erection tenting his shorts.
Catherine has to reach for her dress, and in doing that she bends over. Carter tilts his head to have a look in behind her legs, and she glances back over her shoulder and waits a moment while he checks her out like that, wondering if he’s going to mount her right there and then.
Carter is squeezing his cock. He looks to Ashton.
“Did you bring a rubber?” Ashton asks him.
“Ah no I didn’t.”
Catherine remains kneeling forward on a seat clutching her towel around herself. She meets Carter’s gaze, peering back over her shoulder. “I’m not on birth control….”
He nods. “I see…. Too bad, eh?”
“Uh huh,” Catherine utters, smoothing the short towel over her bottom as she stands.
She quickly slips on her dress. Carter claims her shoulders, and she rests back against him. She tilts her head to the side as he kisses her neck. His hands rise from her waist to cup her breasts.
Catherine holds her husband’s gaze as her nipples are fondled and tweaked. The older man has her nips isolated between his fingers, pulling softly on them. His face is beside hers. She turns toward him so he can taste her lips. He presses his to them, and she moans into his mouth as he kisses her. He pulls her back onto his lap, claiming her face and deepening the kiss, probing with his tongue.
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