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  Wife Shared with

  Dirty Old Men

  FIRST CUCKOLDING

  (Volume 7 Natalie Shared)

  Matt Coolomon

  Adults Only

  High level erotic content

  Copyright © 2013 Matt Coolomon

  All rights reserved. No part of this eBook may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted, in any form, without the written consent of the copyright holder.

  This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real life person is coincidental.

  Other titles by Matt Coolomon:

  Sweet Catherine’s First Experiences

  Sweet Catherine is a Pretty Plaything

  Sweet Catherine Can’t Say No

  Sweet Catherine Really Likes Men

  Sweet Catherine’s Open Marriage

  Sweet Catherine at the Gentlemen’s Club

  Glory Hole Wife

  Party Girl Shared

  Married Couple Visit a Swinger Club

  Young Wife Gets a Sensual Massage

  Wife Shared at the Lake

  Wife Tries Oral at a Party

  Young Wife Shared on a Desert Island

  Wife Offered to the House Guest

  Wife Shared with Dirty Old Men

  Girlfriend Agrees to Sex with his Buddies

  Bride-to-be Tries Other Men

  Wife Tries Flashing and More

  “Is this it?” Natalie asked her husband.

  They had stepped out of the cab and stood looking at a rustic bungalow overgrown with trees.

  Brian checked the address he had been given. “I guess so.” He paid the driver and the cab sped off to leave them standing there with their bags.

  “Brian… Natalie! Welcome!” called a voice from somewhere, and Bruno Cullen appeared in the laneway leading down to the bungalow.

  Bruno was Brian’s new boss – a fat man in his early forties. Brian had gotten a promotion within a small, family owned firm and gained a substantial pay increase. He worked in the suburbs where he lived but had taken his young wife to the coast for the weekend to be introduced to the owner of the business. Bruno was the General Manager. His aging father actually owned the firm.

  It was mid-summer and quite hot. Natalie tugged at her short dress as she felt Bruno’s eyes flash to her legs. Her husband was looking the other way, and the guy was grinning as she met his eyes.

  “Through here,” he said as he ushered them toward a hallway and open bedroom door. Natalie squeezed past him and felt the firmness of his huge gut as he seemed to lean forward and press it against her. Then he followed behind and ended up standing right beside her as her husband arranged their suitcases to be unpacked.

  It was a small room, and Natalie was trapped between the dresser, the bed, and the huge sweaty mass of her husband’s new boss. She could smell his body odour with his arm around behind her and his massive hand squeezing her waist, pulling her slender frame even closer. Her breast was pressed against the side of his gut, and her nipple was firm and poking at her sweaty dress…. She stood there horrified as the two men laughed and talked.

  The bungalow was quite isolated. The back of the property was a small fruit orchard and there was a walking trail down to a rocky beach. It was miles to the nearest neighbour and more miles to the nearest town.

  Bruno was a keen fisherman, and Brian would be required to accompany him. Natalie had brought a few good books and plenty of suntan lotion. She would have to get through the weekend to help confirm her husband’s job security. Even the help was a man, though. There was an old gardener who tended the orchard and did the cooking and housework. He smiled and greeted Natalie with an appreciative look up and down her body when she was introduced. After being shown around the place for an hour, she hadn’t met the old man as yet.

  “You go first,” her husband said, offering her the shower.

  It was time to freshen up for dinner.

  “I wish I had have brought some jeans or something,” Natalie complained. “I feel like they’re undressing me with their eyes! Haven’t they ever had a female guest here before?”

  “I know, love, but I noticed how Bruno is always checking out the ladies at work, so it can’t hurt to play up to him a bit.”

  Natalie gave her husband a look. “And that’s why you told me to pack summer dresses and short skirts? To show me off to your new boss?”

  “No…. Well, it’s hot weather, isn’t it?” Brian replied quickly. “It’s a good chance to get a tan.”

  “But you also wanted to show me off?” Natalie pressed. “To who? To that fat guy? To his father? To the old gardener too, I suppose?”

  Brian was quiet for a moment, just watching Natalie sort through her suitcase looking for something to wear to dinner. She found a maxi dress that covered her from neck to ankles, although it hugged her tight and showed her curves. At least it covered her skin.

  Finally Brian spoke again. “You look so good, though, honey, and you usually don’t mind men noticing…. Plus this old guy who owns the firm especially requested meeting us after seeing your photo.”

  That shocked Natalie. “You didn’t tell me that…. He saw my photo?”

  “Yeah, well he’s an artist apparently and he was hoping you might pose for one of his paintings or something.”

  “He what?” Natalie cried. “You can’t be serious, Brian!”

  “Well, why not? Bruno said he thinks you have a pretty face and it would make a good portrait.”

  Bruno called out to Brian, so Natalie was left to have her shower. When she came out she hurried back across the hall hugging her bathrobe tight around her naked body. Brian immediately went to have his shower, and she pulled her panties on and looked at the matching bra she had picked out. She then decided if her husband wanted to show her off she might just have to teach him a lesson, so she tossed the bra back into her bag and took out a cute little stretch cotton dress that hugged her figure.

  Natalie would never dream of wearing that particular dress without a bra because it was very revealing. Her nipples were instantly firm and stood out distinctly beneath the soft stretchy fabric. Her breasts swayed and jiggled very obviously as she moved about the bedroom, and she nearly lost her nerve, but it was too late because Bruno poked his head around the door grinning at her.

  His eyes lowered to Natalie’s breasts and then to her legs where her dress was so tight, and it was bunched up almost revealing her panties. She quickly tugged it down then folded her arms across her breasts.

  The guy just smiled. “Dinner’s ready,” he said, and he left her standing there totally embarrassed.

  What to do now, Natalie thought. She couldn’t put her bra on because he had already seen what she was wearing, and it would be too obvious that she was denying him.... Oh my God – he knows I’m dressed like this to show myself to him and now he’s going to expect it.

  When Brian came from his shower, his eyes widened. “Honey, you don’t have to do this. I was wrong. I’m not going to pimp my wife out for some stupid job.” He took Natalie’s hands and held them as he faced her. “I’m an idiot sometimes, eh? Come on – get dressed properly, and we’ll make some excuse to get the hell out of here in the morning, okay?”

  “Really?” Natalie asked softly. This was more like the guy she married.

  “Honey, this whole thing has just gotten out of hand. It’s little by little. You go so far, and it seems okay to go a little bit further…. I was thinking while I showered – there’s no way on earth I would have asked you to dress sexily for another man six months ago. No chance! Then I get invited to a few dinners and drink
s with my bosses, and I get caught up in the idea of promotions and power – and money!” Brian shook his head. “No, baby…. I just want to apologise to you, go home, and take what comes as far as work goes. I can get another job easy enough if I have to. We’ll be fine.”

  Natalie kissed her husband. “Well, that makes all the difference, Brian…. Now I can do this comfortably. I can handle a couple of old codgers checking me out if you can.”

  Brian frowned his confusion. “What? How is it any different now than ten minutes ago?”

  “Because now we’re working together and taking advantage of them – instead of them taking advantage of me and you. It’s totally different. I’ve been playing up to boys since I started growing boobs…. Easiest thing ever,” Natalie giggled.

  Brian looked down at her boobs. She took his hand. “Come on….”

  ****

  They hurried to the dining room where Bruno was sitting with another fat old guy introduced as Mr. Cullen, his father.

  “Pleased to meet you, Natalie,” the old man offered politely, squeezing her hand as his eyes lowered to her breasts then lifted again. “That’s a lovely dress – looks good on you,” he added smoothly, that time taking both of her hands and lifting them to very deliberately look her body over.

  Natalie’s nipples were aching they were so hard while all four of the old men looked directly at her breasts. The cook had finished serving and sat down at the table.

  “It’s going to be nice having a woman around the place. We hope you’re not the jealous type,” Mr. Cullen tossed over at Brian. “Your lovely wife certainly is a welcome sight for us old men.... Hope we don’t have to pretend not to notice her?”

  “No – of course not,” Brian replied quickly. “Natalie’s used to men noticing her, and I’m not the jealous type at all. I certainly don’t mind you looking!”

  “Good job, then,” Bruno declared as the men all chuckled. “Looks like our new man Brian is going to be a team player.”

  That brought another round of laughter from the men and a toast of their wine glasses as well. Natalie was completely outnumbered, and she often didn’t know what to say. Every time she glanced at the bony old cook seated across the table his eyes were focused on her breasts. Bruno and Mr. Cullen were at either end of the table. She only noticed them looking occasionally. She was seated closest to Bruno, and several times he squeezed her knee under the table while making a joke with her, but it seemed he was only playing around, so she didn’t take offence and protest.

  Finally the dinner ended, and the men excused her so she could go to bed. She felt Brian getting in beside her a few hours later. She was too sleepy right then but intended to talk to her husband about the situation again in the morning. When she woke, however, he was already dressed and in a hurry to meet Bruno for an all-day fishing trip.

  ****

  Natalie was left alone to find some breakfast in the kitchen. She knew the old man who did the cooking only prepared dinner, and the house was quiet, so she wrapped a short satin robe over her nightie, planning to put on underwear when she got dressed later. Plus it felt rather naughty to be half dressed like that in a strange house. Her robe was very short, and her nightie was actually one of Brian’s old t-shirts, barely covering her bottom.

  She found some fresh fruit and made coffee, and she took it out onto the back veranda where there was a view across the top of the orchard to the edge of the cliff and the ocean below.

  “So, what are your plans today?” a deep voice suddenly asked, startling her.

  She turned to find Mr. Cullen standing in the doorway smiling trough his shaggy grey beard. His shirt was open, and a stained white singlet didn’t quite covering his huge gut. She could see his stomach bulging from beneath it and what looked like the top of his grey wiry pubic hair sprouting out the top of his sagging shorts.

  “I think I’ll take a book down to the beach,” Natalie answered. She was wondering how someone as wealthy as that could let themself go so badly.

  He scratched his arse and snorted like a pig. “Did your husband speak to you about posing for me?”

  “Yes, but I don’t think I want to be in a painting,” Natalie said, giggling it off and hoping that would be the end of the matter.

  The older man didn’t say anything and just looked her over for a moment. Natalie had turned to face him, and she suddenly realised she had let her robe fall open, so he was looking at her in her sleep t-shirt. Her nipples had firmed again too, and she wanted to pull her robe closed but didn’t want to make it obvious that she was covering up her body.... There was still that silly idea her husband had brought her there to show her off, and she was somehow obliged to let the old men enjoy looking at her.

  “It’s too bad,” Mr. Cullen went on easily. “You’d make a lovely muse – strikingly beautiful.”

  Natalie blushed. She looked up at the old man, but his eyes were focused on her bare legs, and she squirmed a bit as she remembered she wasn’t wearing any panties right then.

  “Well, enjoy your day at the beach,” he offered as he turned away. “There’s a walking track right through the orchard.”

  Natalie put on a new bikini and sundress, and she took her book and tanning lotion. She found a steep track from the cliff that meant she had to climb down over rocks to reach the small pebbly beach. It was completely secluded, and she was alone there all morning.

  About lunchtime a small boat glided ashore on the gentle waves, and Brian and Bruno got out and approached where Natalie was lying. Brian was carrying a fishing basket. He put that down while Bruno took off his shirt and sat next to Natalie.

  “How about you take the catch up and give it to the cook. I’ll wait here and keep company with your lovely wife,” Bruno suggested to Brian. “That will save me the climb since I’m ten years older than you and carrying all this weight.” He patted his big gut proudly.

  “Okay, and I’ll bring back some more bait, huh?” Brian asked. It seemed they were going out for another few hours fishing.

  “Sure – and some more beers,” Bruno called after him as he walked away.

  Natalie was then left alone with her husband’s boss, and she immediately felt intimidated by him. He was a huge man after all. He was the image of his father except instead of grey hair and beard he was shaved bald. He had the same huge gut, though, and the same trail of wiry grey hair from his belly button down to the waist band of his shorts.

  He watched for Brian to disappear up the track then turned to Natalie and picked up her tanning lotion. “Here, love, let me put some of this on your back for you.”

  “No, thanks, I’m fine,” Natalie said quickly, but he had moved around behind her.

  “Now, don’t be silly. You don’t want to burn and spoil your vacation,” he chuckled, and he squeezed the lotion into his massive hand and wiped it across the top of Natalie’s back, making her lean forward under the weight.

  She couldn’t do much else, so she just let him continue. His big hands smoothed over her shoulders and down to her bikini string. Then he squirted more lotion and smoothed it on her lower back. She was sitting but still leaning forward until his hands closed over her shoulders again, and that time he massaged more firmly.

  That actually felt good, and Natalie closed her eyes and relaxed while he worked her shoulders and the back of her neck.

  “So, I think your husband’s going to work out very well in management,” he started. “I’m feeling we’ve made a fine choice in moving him up.”

  He worked the muscles down either side Natalie’s spine with expert thumbs making her realise how tense she had been and how much she really needed a massage.

  “I hope you’re happy with the arrangements,” the big man went on easily. “Your husband certainly negotiated a healthy salary package, wouldn’t you say?”

  “Um – yes,” Natalie answered. “We’re very appreciative.”

  He worked the tension from her lower back for a few minutes before speaking again an
d almost startling Natalie from very deep relaxation. “Plus it’s a good thing your husband’s not the jealous type, having such an attractive wife.... Maybe we can look forward to you wearing something so sexy to dinner again tonight?”

  His thumbs rolled their way back up either side of her spine, making her moan slightly with the wonderful sensations. He got caught on her bikini string for a moment but she felt it release, and she caught the cups with her arm before they fell away from her breasts.

  “You know, it’s quite safe to go topless here if you want,” he offered with his voice right there at the back of her neck. His hands then swept down her sides and back up with his fingers flaying over the sides of her breasts, and he worked her back with his thumbs again while his big rough fingers moved up and down her body.

  Each time he worked upward he would reach in under her bikini cups and press his oily fingers there. “Do you ever go topless at the beaches back home?” he asked easily.

  “No, I don’t,” Natalie answered. “I don’t think I’d like to do that at all....”

  He chuckled at that, and his hands swept up her sides again, his fingers reaching in under her bikini and almost touching her nipples. “Will you will wear something sexy for us again tonight, love?”

  Natalie just blushed with embarrassment and didn’t answer him. He got up and put on his shirt, stretching it around his gut to do up a single button. Brian had appeared at the bottom of the track, and the old guy walked over to the boat, turning back once to grin at Natalie. Her bikini was still undone at the back. She reached to fix it with her husband looking over at her. He waved, frowning in question as they cruised back out to catch more fish.

  Natalie was left tingling from the wonderful massage, but feeling sort of shocked at being almost felt up like that by her husband’s new boss. He hadn’t touched her nipples, but he certainly felt her breasts deliberately that last time his fingers swept up her sides.

  She was left there alone for another few hours, though, and had a sleep at the bungalow for the rest of the afternoon. When Brian got back from fishing he came to her right away.