Wife Offered to the House Guest (First Cuckolding Book 6)
Wife Offered to
the House Guest
FIRST CUCKOLDING
(Volume 6 Tamika Shared)
Matt Coolomon
Adults Only
High level erotic content
Copyright © 2013 Matt Coolomon
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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
“There’s no way I’m sharing my home with another woman,” Tamika declared. “I told you that right from the start – it just wouldn’t work!”
“Okay – okay. Take it easy,” Robbie consoled. Tamika was choking up and the tears were welling. There was no choice though. The young couple had to rent out the spare room or move back to the suburbs, and giving up the beachfront apartment was not an option when as soon as Robbie got a new job everything would be fine. Three months with a house guest wasn’t going to kill them, although it seemed he had no chance of talking Tamika into either of the two quite attractive beach-girls who had answered the ad.
“What about that old guy, Jeremy – the one with the shaved head – he looked okay, didn’t he?” Robbie had pulled his wife onto his lap, and he smoothed hair from her face as he spoke. “He said he was a writer, so he’s probably going to spend all his time in his room anyway.”
Tamika sniffled. “And he said he could pay up front.”
“Well yeah, but that doesn’t mean you can go shopping.”
She giggled. “No – but it would pay out the credit card and save us the interest.”
That was a good point. And if it had to be a man they let the room out to, Robbie was happy it was an older guy – not one of the young surfer types who had responded to the ad. He figured it was a bit of a double standard – not liking the idea of a young attractive male while hoping for a young attractive female – but Tamika was damn hot and she pulled enough attention in public without inviting it in their home. At 23 she was slender with long legs, perky little A-cup breasts, long dark hair and a very pretty face.
“Maybe we should put off ‘you know what’ until after we’re alone again,” she suggested shyly. ‘You know what’ was the fact that they were trying to get pregnant. Tamika’s sole ambition in life was to be a stay-at-home mother to a half a dozen children. She was ready to start on that.
“Why should we put it off? His room’s all the way over there, so once we close our door he won’t hear anything. And he’ll be gone before you start to show.”
I know. I’m not saying we can’t have sex. It’s just that I’d feel funny actually conceiving while some old guy’s in the other room.”
“But he wouldn’t know,” Robbie went on, with no idea what his wife was going on about. What difference did it make if some old guy was going to be in the apartment at the point of conception?
“But I’d know!” she muttered, nuzzling into his neck like there was any way he could deny her.
“Well I guess we could use condoms for a while,” Robbie conceded. “It’s not exactly ideal with someone else living here I suppose. It’s not as if I can just bend you over the back of the couch and fuck you like I want to knock you up.”
“Don’t say ‘knock me up’. That’s crude!” Tamika was smiling and blushing. She was even prettier when she was embarrassed.
“But that’s what I’m going to do as soon as we start trying again – I’m going to fuck you every which way until you’re knocked up pregnant.”
Robbie had managed to get a hand up his wife’s skirt and a feel of her panties, but she wriggled away from him laughing.
****
They ended up deciding on Jeremy. Robbie called him back that evening and he arrived that weekend with a check cut for three months’ rent. He only had a suitcase and a laptop computer. He was settled in no time.
That first night, Robbie and Tamika found out their bed did squeak. Well, that was the first time they really noticed that it squeaked. It seemed like every tiny noise was going to travel through the closed door and across the apartment to the guest room, where their new resident would be listening intently and constructing a mental image of them doing it.
“God that was horrible,” Tamika declared in the morning. “How am I supposed to face him now?”
“Well, we’re married! He’s hardly going to be surprised.”
“I know – but it’s still embarrassing…. And what should I wear?” She had gotten out of bed and was rummaging through her drawer.
“Just wear what you usually wear. Just relax, sweetheart.”
She gave Robbie a look and wrapped herself in a bathrobe then left for her shower. Robbie found their houseguest in the kitchen making coffee and toast. “How are you going, Jeremy – did you sleep all right?”
“Fine thanks. Slept like a baby with the sound of the ocean. I left the window wide open all night.”
“Yeah, it’s quite loud, isn’t it? We often leave our balcony doors open but not when there’s a sea-breeze like last night. You weren’t too cold?”
“A little – but your wife showed me where the extra blankets are. I got up through the night and got one.”
Robbie made a coffee and a bowl of cereal, and was chatting with Jeremy at the dining table when Tamika came from her shower. She said her good morning and went into the kitchen to make her cup of tea. She had on a little yellow beach dress with her nipples poking at the fabric in spite of the fact that she had a bra on. Robbie noticed Jeremy quickly look her over. It was just an up and down flash of his eyes, and quite subtle. It was his first test and he swallowed a small pang of jealousy. The guy was only human though, and he’d just have to get used to what any red blooded man would not be able to resist doing.
Tamika joined them and seemed to have gotten over any embarrassment as she chatted freely with Jeremy. Robbie kind of sat back watching him, which he probably picked up on, and he was certainly glancing at Tamika’s nipples from time to time but he wasn’t ogling her or anything. It was actually amazing that they stayed firm for as long as they did, and Robbie figured if it was he in Jeremy’s place he’d certainly be looking.
When Jeremy had finished his breakfast he left to get started on his work, and Robbie pulled Tamika onto his lap and had a feel. Her nipples were little pebbles. “What’s with these?” he asked her playfully.
“What? Nothing!” she defended, but she was blushing. “And don’t do that out here!”
The bra she had on was one of those soft, plain cotton ones – more for modesty than support – and not that she needed support, being so small and quite firm.
Robbie turned the TV on and sat watchin
g the tennis while Tamika started on her housework. She did the vacuuming and dusted around the photographs and ornaments in the wall cabinet. She looked no different than she did any other day but Robbie was noticing how close she came to flashing her panties when she would reach up or bend over. Her dress was short enough that he could see the top of her thighs – the smooth, muscular part of them and the way they parted and shaped into her crotch – and one time when she reached up to the top shelf of the wall cabinet he glimpsed the crotch of her pale blue panties.
Strangely, he found himself getting an erection. He was sitting there watching his wife doing her housework, and getting a fairly serious woody. And the strange thing about it – apart from the fact there was nothing remotely sexual about the situation – was that he was actually wondering what view their guest might have from his open bedroom door. He was wondering if the older man was watching and if he had managed to get a look down the front of her dress when she was bent over. Robbie had managed to get a bit of a look a few times and saw that the soft cotton bra she had on matched her pale blue panties – both having little yellow flowers on them.
Tamika finished in the lounge and worked her way into the dining room with her spray ’n wipe and dust-cloth. From there she was most definitely in view of their houseguest. His room was off the dining room, and if he was sitting at his desk he would only have to turn his head to watch her. Robbie decided to check it out, so he strolled into the kitchen to get a drink. Tamika paid him no mind as he passed her. She had the books out of the bookshelf and was busy spraying and wiping. Robbie glanced towards the spare bedroom and saw that Jeremy was typing on his computer and seemingly focused on what he was doing. He noticed that he could see the older man’s reflection in the mirrored back of the wall cabinet in the lounge though, and he stayed in the kitchen sipping his orange juice and watching him.
Jeremy glanced once or twice, then he turned his head and was staring out through the door, and he even leaned back a bit and sort of tilted his head, having a look up under the back of Tamika’s dress.
Robbie’s cock was fully erect, and he stood there half hidden behind the kitchen door watching the old guy quite obviously enjoying the view. Robbie couldn’t see Tamika but he imagined she was bent over or something every time Jeremy settled to staring at her. He could tell by the old guy’s eyes when he could see something. He was typing away and sort of glancing every few seconds, and then his head would turn more directly and his eyes would narrow and focus.
Tamika soon finished in the dining room and came into the kitchen. Robbie pulled her behind the door and kissed her hard. She responded. She said nothing and he said nothing for a moment – both experiencing the same, kind of naughty and strangely exciting feeling, it seemed.
“You feel wet,” Robbie said to his wife. He was rubbing into the front of her panties and making her squirm against my fingers.
“It’s the way you’re kissing me,” Tamika whimpered as his fingers found the edge of the soft fabric and sunk into her.
She was more than wet – she was hot and slick. And Robbie kept at her – kissing and fingering – and after a few minutes she had a subdued orgasm.
“We probably shouldn’t do that while he’s here,” she said when she recovered. She had wriggled away and stood straightening her panties and peering around the edge of the door.
Robbie spent the rest of that day watching Tamika walking about the apartment or sitting out on the balcony reading, and having her nap in the afternoon – and he noticed old Jeremy checking her out from time to time. Jeremy stayed home all day working, but he spent a bit of time out on the balcony too, and when Tamika was lying on the bed with the door part way open, he walked past three or four times to go to the bathroom, and each time he looked in.
That night, Robbie and Jeremy were sitting out on the balcony having a beer while Tamika was having her bath. Robbie was trying to think of how to broach the subject of the older man checking out his wife. He had reasoned that it was perfectly normal and perfectly all right, within reason. He wanted to say something about it to keep things light and easy. Suddenly Jeremy said something.
“It’s hard not to notice your wife, son.”
Calling Robbie son was odd but somehow comforting. It meant he was a generation Robbie’s senior and that they weren’t on the same level – or in direct competition.
“Can’t really blame you for looking,” Robbie said, meeting his eyes.
Jeremy smiled. “No harm then?”
“No – it’s fine…” He didn’t want to give an open invitation exactly but couldn’t think what else to say, and just then Tamika came out with a glass of wine. She had on a little satin robe over her pajamas. The robe was open and so was the top button of her pajama-shirt. She smelled beautiful.
“We were just talking about how nice you look,” Jeremy said to her. Robbie couldn’t believe he was going to tell her what he’d confessed. Tamika smiled and blushed a little. “I admitted to noticing how pretty you looked in that short dress you had on earlier, and your husband agreed it was all right that I noticed.”
“Oh he did!” She was still smiling, though shifting a little nervously as she swiped at her hair, trying to pin it behind an ear.
“Well it would be hard for any man not to notice,” Robbie said defensively.
“Then I guess I’ll take it as a compliment,” Tamika said sweetly.
“And well you should,” Jeremy added. “A model of femininity.”
“Um – not really a model,” Tamika challenged, giggling.
“Oh – why do you say that?” Jeremy was grinning broadly and looking Tamika up and down deliberately.
“Well I’m not exactly built,” she said, scoffing at his apparent wonder.
“Built? You mean your breasts?”
The guy was something else – talk about frank and to the point.
“Yes, I mean my breasts!”
“What – you think they’re too small?”
“Well they’re not exactly full,” Tamika declared, looking down at her chest, and therefore inviting the houseguest to do the same.
Robbie couldn’t believe they were discussing his wife’s tits.
“I think they suit your build perfectly,” Jeremy went on. “You should be proud of them, shouldn’t she?” He directed the last bit at Robbie, and Tamika looked down at her husband, waiting.
“They’re perfect, baby.”
She smiled and squeezed Robbie’s hand. That seemed to end the strange moment, and Jeremy started going on about the local area – asking what was where and so on. They sat out on the balcony chatting until midnight, and the whole time Robbie was half way hard at the way Tamika’s little satin robe was just hanging open and showing her legs. It was just the thought of her having nothing on under her pajama shorts, and the fact that Jeremy was staring at her crotch sometimes when she wasn’t looking.
That next day, Jeremy was gone first thing in the morning and didn’t come back until late at night, after the young couple were in bed. The following morning, Robbie woke to the sound of laughter coming from the kitchen. He got himself up and dressed, and went out to find his wife and their guest chatting over coffee – perfectly innocently – except Tamika was dressed in a pink singlet top and obviously didn’t have a bra on beneath it. It was kind of loose fitting and her nipples were little points poking at it. Robbie had seen the top before, plenty of times, but she always wore a bra under it.
He kissed her good morning from over her shoulder and had an easy view of her right nipple when she twisted to smile back up at him. His cock was firming so he hurried on into the kitchen and made his breakfast. When he went back to sit down, Jeremy left but he was only across the room, so Robbie couldn’t really say anything. A bit later Jeremy went to the bathroom and Robbie pulled Tamika onto his lap. “What’s with these?” he said, feeling her up.
“What’s with what?” she answered, sheepishly.
“Where’s your bra?”
“I do like it, but I think old Jeremy is liking it too.”
She wasn’t trying to squirm away. She was just sitting there kind of rag-doll like while he slipped his hand up her top and felt her bare. “Do you really think they’re perfect?” she asked.
Robbie couldn’t count how many times he had told her that he loved them exactly the way they were and that he wasn’t interested in women with big tits. “They’re absolutely perfect, baby. You know I love them.”
“I was thinking about being more open-minded, like you said,” she then offered. “You know – like you always say it would be sexy and that…. Do you still want me to?”
Robbie felt himself blushing a bit, wondering what she meant exactly.
“You always say you don’t mind other guys looking at me,” she went on cuddling close.
“Yeah – that is a sexy thought,” he said dryly.
She kissed him and whispered. “Do you want me to show him my boobs?”
Robbie got an immediate erection. “What do you mean – show him?”
“I mean just let him see them. Just let him see down my front or maybe even up my skirt sometimes. Just doing normal stuff around the house and letting him see what you see…. I know when you’re checking me out all the time. It’s not hard to dress for it a bit, you know.”
“You mean with no bra, like that?”
“Yes. And bending over so he can see down the front. It’s really easy with this top.”
She kissed Robbie and wriggled away as the bathroom door opened. She then went back to her housework but a little while later she wanted to move the couch so she could clean behind it.
“Here – let me help with that,” Jeremy said, beating Robbie to it.
He took hold of one end of the coffee table, which was huge and quite heavy. Tamika stood at the other end but didn’t bend down right away. She looked from her husband to Jeremy with a smile forming through the blush. She then bit down on the smile and slowly bent to take hold of the end of the coffee table. She leaned over and her singlet-top gaped beneath her chest and completely revealed both of her little tits.