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  Wife Shared

  at the Lake

  FIRST CUCKOLDING

  (Volume 3 Eve Shared)

  Matt Coolomon

  Adults Only

  High level erotic content

  Copyright © 2015 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.

  CHAPTERS: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

  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

  1

  “You’re only 37, Barry. Get real.”

  “Late 30s isn’t young for men, though, Eve. I’m a good 10 years past my prime.”

  Eve giggles. “You don’t look it, sexy man.”

  Barry takes his young wife into his arms and meets her kiss. “Thanks to the gym membership you bought me for Christmas, I don’t look too bad. James is a year older than me and Olsen is only 35. They’ve both gone to seed.”

  “Well ‘seed’ would actually be helpful. Are you saying I should get some off them?”

  Barry chuckles. “They wish, sweetheart…. Although Gloria and Jill still look pretty good. They’re both over 30, aren’t they?”

  “Yes – and with children. They’re both still hot but they work out too. If you men are going to sit around on your arses all day doing silly lawyer stuff you should expect those arses to be fat.”

  “Oh…. So I had a fat arse! That’s why you bought me the membership?”

  “Pretty much, Barry. It was getting there…. You know we girls like the feel of a nice firm bum when it’s wiggling between our legs, don’t you? I mean, we don’t ask for much else. A bit of a beer belly and even small man boobs are passable on a mature guy, but only if he has a firm butt.”

  Barry doesn’t need to look but he takes a tour of his pretty wife’s body anyway. She’s a lovely slender young woman of 24 – perfect for child bearing and well ready for that. “Looking like this you certainly get to demand standards too, sweetheart. That’s why I’ve been doing three nights a week on that membership, you know? Because you were entitled to give me a wake-up call…. I’m glad you did.”

  “Good.” Eve snaps another kiss to his lips and goes back to her kitchen and the meal she’s preparing. “And stop worrying about it, Barry. The doctor said it’s perfectly normal for it to take longer getting pregnant when you are more mature. It doesn’t mean you’re past it. He said at around 40 we can expect a year or more of trying. He didn’t even want to do those tests yet.”

  “Yeah well I still wanted to know – to be sure. I know a couple of other men my age who tested with a low sperm count and motility…. Those numbers and averages are way better for guys under 25. There’s no doubt we peak about there.”

  Barry finishes up work on his laptop and shuts it, putting it in his case out of the way. Eve brings over their meals. He opens a fresh bottle of wine.

  “So, are they going to survive without you for two whole weeks?” Eve asks.

  “They’ll be fine. I’ve cleared everything. I told them they can email me if they need to but no calls unless it’s an emergency.” Barry’s hungry after gym. He’s devouring the big rare steak in front of him. “Should be great visiting the folks without them being there for a change, eh?”

  Eve giggles. “Oh yeah! All the benefits and none of the hardship.”

  “Hardship? Are they really that bad, sweetheart?”

  “No – your parent’s are wonderful, Barry. For a couple of hours at a time.”

  Barry chuckles in agreement. It’s a two hour drive to the lake where they’ve retired in a beautiful house overlooking the water. It’s usually just a day trip to visit – a couple of hours over lunch. That’s enough for Barry too.

  “Anyway I think it’s wonderful that they’re travelling now. They worked so hard all their lives and deserve it.”

  “Yeah it looks like a nice cruise. Plus they’ve got their friends along, so it should be quite a party.”

  “Yes and we get to babysit the glasshouse. Awesome!” Eve says, her eyes lighting up.

  “And we get to babysit Dad’s cabin cruiser…. It will need some attention too, I expect.”

  “And you get to have sex with me every morning….”

  Barry grins. “I do?”

  “Yup. I don’t care about the getting pregnant thing. I just want more sex. You’ve been neglecting me lately. I can’t remember the last time you cuddled up with a woody in the morning.”

  Barry shrugs, meeting his wife’s tease. “That’s probably because you don’t sleep nude anymore. Whose mother bought you all the long nighties, baby, mine or yours?”

  Eve glares but cracks a smile too. “Mine actually, now that you mention it…. But it’s been too cold so far. When’s spring going to start warming up?”

  “Tomorrow!” Barry pushes his empty plate forward and finishes his wine. “I checked the forecast. Looks like we’re in for a couple of pretty good weeks of sun. I think we’re going to get lucky.”

  2

  It’s Friday night. They’re driving in the morning. Eve has two weeks free with the school holidays. She teaches 3rd grade and absolutely needs some away time. Barry is the one all stressed out about making kids of their own, wanting to have it done by not much past 40. He wants to be young enough to enjoy raising them, which seems fair to Eve. She’s been off the pill for 6 months and nothing yet.

  She holds up a little see-through teddy in her mirror. “Maybe this will help,” she mutters, modelling it and still thinking about what Barry said quite jokingly at dinner. It’s true that she hasn’t slept nude in over a year. She hasn’t even been trying to look sexy for her husband lately. He accepted the gym membership and has worked so hard to please her.

  Eve tips her suitcase out on the bed and starts again. She pulls open her drawers and wardrobe and sorts through for only her sexiest clothing – underwear, sleepwear, swimwear, casuals – things she hasn’t worn in ages that she models in the mirror and hopes will tease and please Barry.

  In her bath that night, Eve shaves her long slender legs and removes her little landing strip. She keeps her long golden-brown hair dry, it tumbling over her shoulders as she poses nude in the mirrored bathroom wall, her little A-cups quite perky and her small nipples tight. She looks a young 24 – Barry an oldish 37. She has always like mature men, though. She had a 30 year old boyfriend when she was 18 then went out with a few guys her own age. Going back to an older man was an easy decision.

  The bathroom is too steamy. Eve opens the door a little and the air clears quickly. She steps into a pair of lacy see-through panties and checks them in the mirror. The thin fabric is light grey, her pussy nicely visible beneath it, a pretty decor
ation of white lace around the waistband. She never liked these ones with pubic hair. Her smooth skin looks and feels nicer without any. She gathers her hair and tries it up instead of half covering her breasts. The top portion of the lingerie is a grey and white lace bodice. She reaches for it sitting on the wash basin but glimpses movement through the door.

  It appeared to be a face but it’s gone. She holds her top to her breasts and peeps out the door to see her husband’s business colleague walking quickly along the hall. “Olsen?” she calls out.

  He stops and turns, his face red. “Hey, Eve…. Sorry, I was wanting the bathroom. I didn’t know you were….”

  Eve pulls her big towelling bathrobe from the back of the door and slips it on. Olsen approaches. Her blush rises as he half grins and flashes a look down her body.

  “Sorry. I um…. What’s the protocol with something like this, Eve? I didn’t mean to um….”

  “How long were you there, Olsen? Were you looking at me?”

  He nods. “A second or two…. I couldn’t help it. You look so beautiful, Eve. I’m truly sorry. I should go and say something to Barry – apologise to him as well.”

  Eve holds her robe closed tight. “How many seconds were you there? Did you just see me or were you looking, Olsen? I think there’s a big difference.”

  He shakes his head, his gaze lowering for a moment before it lifts guiltily. “I saw you in the mirror – completely – your breasts, down below as well…. I was looking…. I’m so sorry, Eve. I should have been respectful and turned away.”

  “Okay. No harm done, I suppose,” Eve tells the guy. She’s still tingling all over and can’t help feeling flattered. She doesn’t imagine there are many men in existence who could turn away from a naked woman in a mirror immediately. “Come on then, you needed the bathroom, didn’t you?”

  “But I should….”

  “Don’t worry about Barry. I might tell him if I decide it’s necessary. I believe you and forgive you for now.”

  Eve gets out of there before she actually giggles but glimpses her used panties lying in the middle of the floor. She hurries on, leaving them there and swallowing her embarrassment. She puts on her top in her bedroom and ties her big robe around tight to go and see what Barry’s up to with business guests when he’s supposed to be on holiday.

  He’s on the phone in his office. She checks over her shoulder and leans back against the doorframe opening her robe. His eyes widen. “You like?” she whispers.

  He gets rid of the person on the other end of the phone and hangs up. “Hey give me another look at that."

  “No. What the hell are you doing? What’s Olsen doing here?”

  Barry starts rambling excuses – old used ones Eve has heard a thousand times before.

  She tosses her head. “I’m going to bed to read for a while. If no one comes to have a look at what I’m wearing within 30 minutes, I’m putting on one of my mother’s nighties.”

  The ‘no one’ reference had been fun. Eve imagines Olsen coming to have another look inside the time limit. It takes Barry a little longer, but when he comes in, he crawls under the bed clothes at the bottom of the bed and licks her out very nicely before kissing up her body and entering her mouth with his tongue and her pussy with his hard cock. She cuddles him close and clings to him as he takes her and deposits a serve of his suspect quality semen in her belly.

  Eve can’t help thinking that. It was truly no big deal for her, but since Barry went to the doctor and actually had a semen sample analysed, his ejaculate is now technically suspect in quality.

  She forgets that silliness and is only left with the picture in mind of what Olsen saw – which is everything, she thinks. Her panties are very see-through and clinging to her damp skin. He would have gotten an eyeful alright. She can’t see how telling Barry would be of any benefit, though, and she goes to sleep thinking it might be best to just forget it.

  3

  Once out of the housing area and on the highway, it’s easier for Barry to enjoy the look of his wife sitting there beside him. She has on a short stretch-cotton dress. It’s black and white striped, strapless – just a tight-fitting tube of fabric really. With her thighs so slender, there’s a deep space between them, a flash of light pink panty on offer sometimes.

  This is Barry’s self-confessed weakness. He does all of his porn surfing at work. He never brings that home. There’s no need. Eve is everything and more than he could ever want in a woman. There is, however, the undeniable draw of all those young women on the internet – just to look at.

  Barry justifies it to himself on the basis that everyone has a secret place in their mind for whatever turns them on. Looking at beautiful young female bodies works for him. He doesn’t do it to any kind of excess. The couple of sites he has subscriptions too are seemingly legal in terms of the age of their models and their site content. And above all else, it’s pure fantasy. He’s not confused over that. Real life is entirely separate and he has just been lucky enough to win the heart of a girl who would easily fit into his fantasy.

  “You look good, Eve. Haven’t seen that dress in a while.”

  She smiles. “My theme for this holiday is sexy and revealing for my husband.”

  “Ooh I like that idea. I was just thinking about how much I like looking.”

  “Ha!” Eve laughs. “You and every other man in the world.”

  “I know. We’re all hopeless, aren’t we? I was reading about the movement for women to be topless and free in public the other day. About not sexualizing women’s boobies…. Like this generation of men in this culture will ever achieve that.”

  “But it isn’t fair for it to be illegal for women to show their breasts when it’s fine for men.”

  “Absolutely! I fully agree with you – with that simple fact. The legality issue should be immediately wiped out. But that still leaves perception. And we were all brought up to expect girls to cover their top bit and boys to not worry about it. That’s what our parents – our mothers – taught us. We learned it at school, at the swimming pool – it’s deeply ingrained in our subconscious…. If the law changed today and women started going topless on the street, it would be 50 years before men even slowed down pointing and smiling – until little boys grew up in that culturally open environment.”

  “Hmm – they still should change the law.”

  “Oh yeah? And would you go topless, sweetheart? You look nice without a shirt on.”

  “See – there you go sexualizing!”

  “I know, but I already said I wouldn’t be able to change.”

  “Sure you did, but that doesn’t mean I accept that and agree with you.”

  Barry chuckles. “No, neither did Maria when I was trying to tell her the other day.” Maria is Barry’s legal secretary.

  “Yay Maria!” Eve cheers, and she reclines her seat and puts her feet up on the dash.

  Barry has a look at her panties. She watches him, smiling. “I also didn’t say I don’t like playing up to you being an old perv,” she teases him.

  He chuckles. “Did I tell you about the nudists at the lake, sweetheart? Apparently they ended up winning the argument and have approval to go ahead.”

  “Those ones your dad was complaining about?”

  “Yeah he was a part of the push to get rid of them, but they’re on private property and it’s secluded unless you go out of your way to have a look. Plus they met the argument half way by ruling out children under 18. They’re still allowed to bring their babies but it’s essentially adults only now.”

  “Wow. And they go fully nude?”

  “Yeah they have a retreat with forest all around and a small sandy cove where they swim. It’s quite isolated. I think it’s fine. It doesn’t damage the overall feel for the lake’s tourism…. You know what Dad’s like, though.”

  “So will we be able to have a stickybeak?” Eve asks with a surprising degree of interest.

  “I don’t know. I’ve never been around to that part of t
he lake. I don’t see why we can’t go and have a look – just from the boat.”

  “Oh of course. There’s no way I’m going to a nudist camp.”

  Barry chuckles. “Hey apparently it’s no camp. They have cabins and a big resort building of some sort.”

  Eve is quiet for a while. She suddenly turns to look across quite deliberately. “I think I need to tell you something, Barry. I didn’t think it was a big deal or anything, but it’s something you should know about.”

  “What, sweetheart? What’s up?”

  “Well last night Olsen accidentally walked in on me in the bathroom and saw me almost nude.”

  Barry’s chest flushes with curious excitement. “He did?”

  “Yeah. I think he got an eyeful. I had on those see-through panties and no top. He saw me in the mirror and might have looked for a couple of seconds too long.”

  Barry chuckles. “I’ll bet he looked for too long. Hell, I certainly would have if I was him.”

  Barry’s young wife is blushing now. She turns her face away. “I’m not upset about it at all because it was an accident, but it’s still going to be funny next time I see him – just knowing what he now knows.”

  “He already knew how good you look, sweetheart.”

  “Yeah, well now he knows in detail with those particular panties I was wearing.”

  Barry grips Eve’s thigh and squeezes. “I don’t think I’m actually too upset about that either, love. I wonder how long he got to check you out. Did you catch him at it?” He rubs back and squeezes again.

  Eve’s shaking her pretty head, her eyes rolling embarrassingly. “I didn’t quite catch him…. He could have been there peeping through the door for a minute or two, I guess.” She turns her eyes upon Barry. “What do you mean you’re not too upset? You sound like you’re pleased about it.”

  “Yeah well only because it was an accident…. It’s pretty hot to think about. I’d be a total hypocrite if I disapproved of other men checking you out when they get the chance, love. You’re right about me being an old perv. I admit it.”