Sweet Catherine Really Likes Men (Unprotected Book 4)

by Matt Coolomon

  He’s groping her tits now. He breaks off the kiss, leaving her panting. She peers up at him with her lips still parted. “How long since the last time for you guys?”

  “A while,” Ashton replies.

  “Full swinging or just sharing?”

  “Just with other men.”

  Catherine is kissed again. “You like having sex with other men?” Carter asks. “You like being shared?”

  “Uh huh. We both like it. My husband likes watching me please other men – watching them have me.”

  “And do you want to please me?” He glances at Ashton. “Do you want to watch me fuck her tonight?”

  Ashton nods, his face red. “Yeah – you can do her, man…. You can take her to bed in our room if you want. I’ll just watch.”

  He kisses Catherine again, his tongue surging deep into her mouth. He finds the bottom of her dress and reaches up underneath. She clutches his shoulder and the bicep of that arm, the muscle flexing as his hand opens and closes, squeezing her breast. She feels her dress hike up her back, her bottom bare on his lap, her pussy tingling and squishing wetly as she presses her thighs together.

  The man holding her breaks off that kiss and looks down at her body. He turns her a little to be facing her husband. Ashton’s sitting forward clutching the seat either side of his legs.

  “She’s fucking beautiful, man,” Carter says, and he lifts the front of Catherine’s dress up above her breasts, exposing them. He tucks it up there and strokes back down over her body to rest his big hand upon her thigh. She’s keeping her legs together. They’re trembling. “You have a fantastic body, Catherine.”

  “Thanks.”

  He squeezes her thigh, kneading closer to her pussy. She presses her knees together. He nuzzles against her cheek. She turns her head so he can taste her lips again. “So you don’t mind other men kissing your woman, Ashton?” He claims her mouth, licking and making her open for him. “I’ve never done much kissing when swinging with my partners. A lot of couples don’t allow it.”

  “Yeah I guess….” Ashton says, his voice raspy. “We’ve been allowing it all the time. All the other guys have done it so far.”

  “No it’s good – especially full-on with tongue, man,” Carter says into Catherine’s mouth, and he presses his lips to hers and takes her firmly. He searches her mouth with his tongue. She submits to him, allowing him to lean her back and control the kiss. It’s extremely moist – the taste of him filling her throat and making her swallow. His hand is now at her crotch, his fingers flat and pressed against her opening. He has a finger either side of her slit and one softly wiggling between her labia – exploring. “Yeah – nice and wet,” he breaths into another kiss.

  “Uh huh,” Catherine utters. She peers up at him, keeping her lips parted. He’s just moving the tip of his finger around, teasing her delicate folds. She has allowed her knees to part a little. She can see her husband staring at what the other man’s doing down there.

  Carter smiles at her then lifts his hand to smear her juices around one nipple. He then squeezes that breast and touches the nipple with his tongue. “She’s so fucking sweet, man….” He sucks her nipple and lashes it. His hand returns to her crotch, and she parts her legs slightly again as he feels her pussy.

  “Uhh…hhh…” Catherine moans as his finger sinks into her. His mouth closes over hers, his tongue extending. He kisses her hard while finger banging her. “Mmm…mm…mmm,” she moans against his open mouth, but he doesn’t relent vibrating the heel of his hand against her clit and massaging her G-spot with that one thick finger, and she quickly goes into orgasm.

  He releases her mouth. She has her thighs squirmed together, crushing his hand. Her head is buried against his chest now. Her belly is still clenching, her contractions ebbing away as he extracts the offending digit and thankfully avoids touching her clit with it.

  Catherine’s dress has fallen to her waist. Carter shifts beneath her, moving his cock to one side so she’s no longer sitting directly upon it. Catherine fixes her hair in the band it has half slipped from. “I could suck you off if you want?” she asks sweetly.

  The older man smiles. “Yeah? You like sucking cock, eh?”

  Catherine blushes. “Yes….”

  “Do you swallow?”

  She bites her lip and nods.

  *

  Ashton watches in a daze as his wife lowers to her knees and frees the cock of the guy they’ve met. Her eyes are closed as she holds the swollen shaft up against his stomach and nuzzles his balls. She kisses them tenderly, squeezing the sac and isolating each one. The guy’s holding her hair aside, watching.

  “They’re so heavy,” she says sweetly, peering up.

  Carter grins. “Full of fluid….” He glances across at Ashton and winks. “Hope your wife’s thirsty, man.”

  Catherine hums as she sucks on one of the huge nuts. She’s lashing it with her tongue while squeezing the shaft. Ashton notices how thick the guy’s cock is. It isn’t particularly long, but the girth is impressive, the head seeping pre-cum. Catherine kisses her way up the underside and finds the dribble. She gathers it with the tip of her tongue.

  “Fuck yeah – lick it up, baby.” Carter covers her hand with his and squeezes his cock harder. More of the milky fluid oozes out. “Yeah – that’s it,” he groans as Catherine licks it.

  Ashton leans forward and cranes his neck to see better. Catherine peers up at him. She holds his gaze and kisses the side of the engorged dome. Carter keeps her hair out of the way. He nods to Ashton, and they both look back down at what Catherine’s doing. She’s still squeezing the thick shaft in one hand. She touches the spongy glans with a finger of her other hand, pressing around the broad eyelet. More pre-cum oozes and dribbles. She peers up at Ashton again, biting a grin.

  “Go on, baby, eat it,” Carter says, making her blush deepen.

  “Okay….” she says sweetly, glancing from the other man back to Ashton. “It tastes really strong,” she adds, looking at the gooey dribble. She then opens her lips over the cock head and sucks it softly. Her forehead creases in a small frown, her eyes closing tight as she continues to suckle.

  A horn blasts. Ashton looks up to see a large boat approaching, the top deck crowded with elderly people. There’s nowhere to hide in Carter’s little boat, so he has to put his cock away. Catherine stands up, tugging her dress into place. They all wave as the old people call out hellos and smile down at them.

  After that boat has gone by, another smaller vessel approaches and pulls up alongside. It’s Carter’s neighbour, an older man out boating with his visiting brother. They stay and chat for a while. Ashton dives into the water for another swim. Catherine comes to the edge of the boat, away from the men talking.

  “Do you want to come in for another dip?” Ashton asks her.

  She glances back over her shoulder. “I can’t. I’ve still got nothing on under this.”

  “Where are your bikini pants?”

  “Right here….”

  “So just put them on…. Don’t worry if they see.”

  She blushes, biting her smile and rolling her eyes. She then stands side on to the three men chatting. When she steps into her bikini pants they shut up and watch. She pulls them up, lifting the skirt of her dress above her hips as she straightens them.

  “Are you going back in, baby?” Carter asks.

  She nods, taking in the smiles of the other two men as well.

  “Here – I’ll take your dress,” Carter offers, extending his hand.

  She lifts it off and gives it to him, scrunching her shoulders as the men look at her tits. Carter claims her hand and guides her close, placing his arm around her waist and keeping her facing the other men.

  “Catherine and Ashton here would be more able to answer that question,” Carter suggests to his neighbour. He moves behind Catherine and grips her shoulders. “I mean, they’re actually tourists, Bill. Your brother’s family, so he’s going to agree with us out of loyalty.”
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  Bill nods, his gaze flashing lower to Catherine’s tits again. His brother is staring at them.

  “How would you compare this spot to other holiday destinations, baby?” Carter asks. “Other similar ones, I mean.”

  “It’s great,” Catherine answers, peering back at Carter. “As far as quiet, relaxing places go, it’s fantastic.”

  “See – it’s not dead,” Bill chuckles. “I told you.”

  “It’s idyllic, the brother, Alf, adds.”

  “Yes – exactly,” Catherine agrees. “Idyllic!”

  “Well my accountant reckons it’s dead,” Carter argues with a chuckle.

  Ashton floats nearby, watching the three men laugh and chat with Catherine. Carter remains behind her, rubbing her shoulders or just holding her hips – keeping her presented forward for the two elderly men to look at.

  “Yeah – topless…. We were skinny dipping earlier,” Carter tells them. He’s holding Catherine’s hips at that point, fiddling with the ties of her pants there.

  “Damn! Too bad we missed that,” Alf says.

  “Yeah – it was fun, eh?” Carter continues suggestively. He has the strings of both bows, lifting them until they’re taut. He looks around. “There’s no more tourist boats – just these guys,” he adds questioningly.

  “Uh huh,” Catherine utters, claiming his hands.

  “A young married couple having a sexy weekend…. I guess it’s good for that kind of thing here,” Carter goes on.

  He pulls the strings more. Catherine’s hands slip to his forearms, allowing him to continue. The loops pull through and her pants fall away. Carter gathers them and scrunches them in his hand. The two old men look at her pussy. Ashton is right there at the back of the boat. The men glance and meet his gaze then resume looking at Catherine.

  Carter lifts her chin and kisses her over her shoulder. She turns and places her hands against his chest. “Um…. Not like this,” she protests, peering up at the two old men watching intently.

  “Okay,” Carter says. “Just one more little kiss?” He takes her face in two hands and claims her mouth. Her eyes close, her fingers clutching his arms. He keeps hold of the back of her head with one hand, deepening the kiss and lowering her to take full control.

  Ashton meets the glances of both old men once more. He follows their gaze back to his wife. Carter is holding her tight. He takes a breath then resumes kissing her. She’s clutching his arm as he closes a hand over one of her tits.

  “That’s really your wife?” the old guy Alf asks.

  Ashton nods. “Yeah….” His voice fails.

  “She’s sexy, eh?” Carter chuckles as she squirms away from him.

  Catherine approaches Ashton at the back of the boat and sits on the edge. She modestly lifts her legs over and slips into the water. She’s beside Ashton, both of them holding the edge of the boat.

  Carter kneels down and leans over the edge close to her. “Just one more little one?” he says, smiling and reaching down to hold her around the waist. He lifts her half out of the water and presses to her lips again. She rests her arms over the edge of the boat. Carter tilts her head back and pushes his tongue into her mouth.

  The two old men are watching quietly. They both move to the back of their boat to be closer. Ashton has an arm over the side of the boat right beside his wife. She’s left with her lips still parted as Carter lifts from her to take a breath. He strokes her face and resumes kissing her.

  Ashton looks from his wife being thoroughly tongue kissed to the two old men watching.

  “How long have you been married, son?” Bill asks.

  “Nearly a year and a half.”

  “I figured it was only older couples who did this.”

  “Like an open marriage,” Alf adds.

  “That’s more common, but I’m not complaining,” Carter says.

  “It just sort of happened this way from the start – from before we were married,” Ashton explains. “It’s hard to describe it…. I think some guys just pick up on it – like, that we’re open to it.”

  “Yeah – I picked up on it right away,” Carter agrees. “It’s a perfect combination – a super-hot young wife and a husband who can be sort of dominated a bit by other men – just to step aside and let his place be taken between the woman’s legs.”

  “Ah – so that’s how it works,” Bill adds ponderingly.

  “Yeah – pretty much,” Ashton concurs as the other old man nods curiously as well. “There’s been a couple of other older men who have done this too…. I don’t know how I’d feel about someone our age, but I can accept it with someone like you,” he says to Carter. “You can definitely take my place with my wife while we’re here, can’t he, sweetheart?”

  “Uh huh,” Catherine utters with a blush. “I feel the same way when a man’s more dominant than my husband – like, to let him have me. As long as it’s just usual sex. I don’t like real dominant playing or anything. Strong is fine, but I like being taken nicely by men.”

  Carter lifts her chin and presses his lips to hers again. Ashton sees his tongue swipe across then extend into her mouth. She releases the boat with one arm and moves it out of the way as the guy reaches down and feels her tit. He gropes it and plays with the nipple. She moans softly into his mouth.

  Ashton pushes away from the boat and wades backward still watching. Catherine pushes away too. The three men watch her floating on her back, the water lapping over her tits and pussy. Ashton drifts close and supports her, moving beneath and letting her rest her head against his chest. They slowly drift around the far side of Carter’s boat, and Catherine turns into his arms. They kiss. “Are you still okay with this?” she breathes into his mouth.

  Ashton is way past okay with what’s happening. He’s in the trance he has been in many times before but not for almost a year. He spends the rest of the afternoon completely dazed. The neighbours hang around for a while, until a storm threatens and forces a return to the guest house. The two old men reluctantly go their separate way. Carter gets called upon to help them out with something. Catherine spends an hour in the bath. Ashton sits out on the balcony watching the rain and psyching himself up for what he knows will be happening that night.

  ****

  After dinner Catherine finds herself being passed back and forth for dances again. She's had a few glasses of wine and is feeling light headed. Ashton eventually gets around to what she’s expecting.

  “So are you ready to let him fuck you," he whispers as they sway to some soft music.

  Catherine has been thinking about it all afternoon and planning what she wants to do.

  "Okay I’ll let him have sex with me now," she utters softly in response to her husband's desires. "But there's something I'd like to try that we've never done before."

  "And what's that?" Ashton kisses her hair.

  "I'd like to actually sleep with you both. In bed together for the whole night."

  "What? Not with any bi stuff!"

  "No of course not. I mean with me in the middle and you both having me."

  “Oh okay. Sounds like fun. Do you want to tell him or should I?"

  "Well I'm not going to ask him!" Catherine says in horror. "If you want other men to have me is up to you to ask them." She gives her husband a parting kiss and adds, "I'll be upstairs in bed waiting for whoever wants to have sex with me." She then flashes a smile at Carter, who looks confused and just waves as she walks past and up the stairs.

  Ashton approaches Carter and sits beside him on the sofa. He doesn't know quite how to word it.

  "She wants us to go up," he starts awkwardly. "If you’re ready to fuck her that is. Only she wants us both in bed with her together."

  Carter smiles. "Okay let's go."

  ****

  Catherine waits naked in bed with the sheet pulled up to her chin. She’s actually shaking as she hears the men on the stairs. Then Carter and her husband walked through the open door and start undressing.

  "Which side d
o you want?" Carter asks Ashton.

  Ashton is standing to Catherine's left and indicates that’s fine. He gets into bed from that side and Carter slips in under the sheet on the other side. Catherine's heart is pounding as her husband kisses her. She returns the passion in his kiss as the other man feels her breasts. Her head is then turned and she is being kissed by Carter again.

  "Do you want to go first?" Ashton asks the guy.

  Carter nods. “Yeah pass me a condom, please?"

  Catherine feels herself blush. “Um – about that…. I’ve been thinking about maybe not using them after all.”

  Her husband meets her eyes. “What – do you mean to like, pull out instead?”

  She shrugs. “Yeah…. Or maybe to not…. I was thinking he could cum inside me.” She glances at the other man then back at her husband. “I might still be safe this weekend.”

  “You’re using the rhythm method for birth control, are you?” Carter asks. He’s touching Catherine’s pussy under the sheet.

  She opens her legs a little further for him.

  “Yeah – we have been for over a year now, and so far it’s worked,” Ashton answers.

  “When do you think you’ll be due to ovulate?” Carter asks.

  “Um…. Probably at the end of next week. About 7 day’s, I think,” Catherine tells him. “Men have cum in me this close before.”

  “Well I don’t mind risking it.” Carter grins at Ashton. “I’d prefer to bareback her.”

  Catherine feels her blush intensify. “That’s what I was thinking too. It’s always nicer – especially afterwards having your semen inside. You definitely don’t have to pull out when you cum.”

  “In here?” Carter asks, fingering her. He grins at Ashton, who is now leaning on an elbow watching.

  Catherine looks to her husband. She opens her legs wider, resting one against him, spreading herself in readiness for being taken by the stocky guesthouse keeper, happy to finally be shared again.

  “I guess we’ve risked it this close before,” Ashton says. “I don’t suppose you’ve had anything done in that way?” he asks Carter.