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  Young Wife Shared

  on a Desert Island

  FIRST CUCKOLDING

  (Volume 5 Justine 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

  Jasper Morris always looked slick. He was wearing a silver-grey finely cut business suit. His short, dark hair was manicured to perfection. He was clean shaven and his teeth were brilliant. His smile flashed, and his steady green eyes sparkled with confidence. He always made Justine’s heart thump a little, and her boss, Adele, was gushing giggles at everything he said.

  “Well it’s a very private pool. We could end up skinny-dipping after the party when the older folks have retired for the night.”

  “Um – don’t think so,” Justine returned doubtfully. Adele was giggling again.

  Jasper’s smile remained as he cocked an eyebrow. “You don’t skinny-dip? You and what’s-his-name have never tried it?”

  “His name is Paul, and no we haven’t.”

  Paul was Justine’s husband. Jasper knew his name.

  “Ronald and I would be in it,” Adele declared. “Ronald was her husband.”

  Jasper laughed, and he and Adele went on teasing Justine about her seemingly boring, unexciting life. Justine was seated at the Morris & Falkner Law Firm reception counter she shared with Adele. Jasper was leaning over the counter ogling Justine’s and Adele’s cleavage, as he always did. Jasper was the son of a very wealthy businessman and practiced law for something to do and to meet women. Justine’s dad owned the law firm they all worked for. She just did a bit of part-time work in the office to financially help out at home until her wedding and getting pregnant, which she intended to do as soon as possible. Her father had invited the office to a Christmas party on the island of Tahiti. They would be flying there the following afternoon.

  “Jasper – you finished with the Ackerman file?” Thomas Winkler asked, poking his head from the open door of his office. Thomas was a senior lawyer with the firm, an overweight man with grey fuzz above his ears and a bald scalp. He was also Justine’s neighbour and a close friend of her father.

  Jasper took the file from Justine and handed it to the older man. “You bringing a date for the weekend, Thomas?”

  “No – afraid not,” Thomas replied. “Unless I can scare myself up an islander. Maybe that Fiona – is she still on the housekeeping staff?”

  “Yeah – go, Thomas! Woo hoo!” Adele cheered.

  Thomas blushed with his grin.

  Justine was closing down her computer and packing her desk as they all chatted and laughed about the upcoming party weekend. It was a little early, but she needed to rush off and pick up the watch she had bought her husband for Christmas.

  It was raining out, so she edged along under shop awnings and darted from one to another. She had forgotten her umbrella and used her bag to try and keep her hair dry, but that failed. She made it to the jewellery shop dripping and half soaked. Her man Paul was worth it, though. She had picked out the watch from a catalogue weeks ago and had been waiting for it to arrive in-store. It was very heavy.

  “Certainly!” the plump jeweller replied with a smile. “It’s all that gold!” he added with his eyebrows lifting in animation.

  Justine stuffed the box in her handbag and returned to the street and the rain. She caught a cab to the train station and ended up about half an hour ahead of her usual travel time. It was still pouring when she got off the train, so she treated herself to another cab ride and arrived home almost an hour earlier than usual.

  Paul’s car was in the garage, which was a surprise. She slipped in through the laundry and stripped off her wet clothes. She then tip-toed upstairs to the bedroom where she found Paul watching television. He was sitting on the end of the bed. He turned, startled, and fumbled with the remote.

  Justine saw it was a porno before he had switched off the TV.

  “Paul?”

  “No – it’s not what you think, sweetheart…. It’s for us – for tonight.”

  “For us?”

  He blushed sheepishly. “I thought we could try watching something – to see if it helps.”

  “Oh! Um – okay.”

  Paul had been having difficulty maintaining an erection lately.

  Justine sat beside him and leaned into a cuddle. “But I thought you were going to see the doctor about that.”

  “I am…. I have an appointment for next Wednesday…. I just thought we could try this, since it seems to work for me when I’m alone.”

  Justine straddled her husband’s lap, pushing him back on the bed. She kissed him. “Okay. So let’s try watching porn and see what happens….”

  ****

  “Where’s Justine and what’s-his-name?” Jasper shouted over the sound of the plane engine.

  “I don’t know. She wasn’t at work today,” Adele yelled back.

  Adele and the office assistant Steven had just arrived. Steven looked back and pointed to Justine getting out of a cab. “Here’s Justine and Paul now.” They hurried across the tarmac. It was still raining, and Justine was running with her coat pulled up over her head. Everyone climbed into the plane, and Jasper pulled the hatch closed.

  “All set!” he called out to the pilot, who checked back that everyone was buckled-up.

  “Is this weather going to lift?” Thomas asked him. “Can we fly in it?”

  “It’s not so bad. We’ll navigate around the worst of it.”

  “So, what happened to you today?” Adele asked Justine. She had taken the seat beside and left Steven seated across the aisle. He was peering over with interest. He was Paul’s cousin and had a serious crush on Justine. Paul was sitting up front beside Thomas.

  “I just took a sick day,” Justine told Adele. She wasn’t about to get into what had happened. She and Paul had fought last night. They had watched the porno movie and started making love when his erection again failed. Justine had tried to tell him it was alright – that the doctor would figure it out. Paul’s frustration had gotten the better of him, and he became abusive, taking it out on Justine. She had taken his car and spent the night at a hotel. She’d found him sulking at home in the morning, and they had spent all day talking – trying to get a handle on numerous small issues that had been coming between them lately. They made a booking to begin counselling.

  “I just had a headache and decided to take the day off,” Justine lied to Adele. She w
ould confide later. Right then, she just wanted to sleep.

  It was an hour into the flight with the voices around Justine seemingly in another dimension. She was answering questions and smiling or chuckling on cue but had no idea what anyone was actually saying. She was in a complete daze when the plane suddenly lurched and plummeted for a few seconds, and then it started jolting, and there was an explosion visible through the windshield.

  The pilot was gripping his controls and anxiously yelling ‘mayday mayday’ into his microphone. Everyone was screaming, and Justine just clung to her seat, still in the grip of her nightmare.

  The plane plummeted through the lightening and driving rain. It swooped down and banked left, then there were trees and the crashing of timber, and Justine was thrown forward and reefed back and all was black.

  She came-to with her vision gradually clearing to focus on Jasper’s bloodied face. He was different. The arrogant smirk was missing, and in his eyes was pure shock and terror. At last something genuine from the guy, was what Justine was thinking. Though she wasn’t really thinking. Her brain was mush, and she had no idea where she was or what was happening.

  “You all right, love?” Thomas asked her. He was his usual caring self. He was examining Paul’s leg, which was bloodied. Paul grimaced as Thomas ripped his trousers open up to his knee.

  “I’m all right,” Justine told the older man. She could see a tree a few meters in front of her. She remembered she was in a plane but so too was the tree it seemed.

  “Is he alive?” someone called out. It was Jasper again. He seemed to be taking charge.

  “He’s breathing,” Thomas called back. It seemed they were talking about the pilot.

  There was a seat and section of the plane missing from directly in front of Justine. Across the aisle, Steven was coming-to. He was bloodied but seemed okay. The plane was missing from beside him too. It was where Adele had been sitting with her husband after moving from beside Justine.

  “Where’s Adele?” Justine asked anyone.

  Steven looked at her, but he was in a daze. There was blood dripping from his forehead down his nose. There was a gash in his right shoulder with flesh exposed through his shirt.

  “We don’t know,” Thomas said to Justine. “Half the plane’s missing and we don’t know.”

  “There’s no fire,” Jasper announced. He had crawled back from the cockpit to face the other four conscious survivors. “Check out the first aid kit – can you bandage these two while I try and find the others?” he said to Thomas.

  Thomas agreed. Jasper climbed out through the back of the plane and was gone. Justine turned to watch him and found that there was no back of the plane. They were suspended off the ground but not too high to jump down. The storm they had flown through was gone, and the forest was in sharp moonlight.

  Justine found the world around her spinning until the moonlight faded and her nightmare ripped her from consciousness completely. She came-to again to broad daylight. She was being carried by Jasper. He stopped and put her down as she started struggling. She then walked along for a while, but her head was still spinning, and she ended up being carried again.

  She saw a small cabin and was taken inside and laid on a cot where she drifted off into unconsciousness once more. She had picked up bits of the conversation between the men and understood they had seen the cabin from the plane and decided to find out what it was and maybe get help.

  When Justine awoke the next time, it was evening and the men were sitting around a crude wooden table in conversation. “Where are we?” she asked them. Her head was clearer than before, and she remembered most of what had happened. “Where’s Adele?”

  Thomas approached. “Adele and Ronald didn’t make it, love. The pilot too.”

  Justine cried, and her husband pulled her close and comforted her. She sobbed into his chest until gaining some composure to face things. “So where are we?” she asked again.

  No one knew. They all shrugged. Jasper spoke. “We don’t know where we are, Justine. This looks like some sort of weather research facility. There’s some charts and books there in the corner. There’s a heap of supplies in those cupboards, so who knows what goes on here.”

  There was no communication equipment, and Jasper had climbed back up to the top of a ridge that afternoon while the others rested. “I couldn’t see anything but trees and ocean,” he explained. “It could be an island. I’ll explore some more in the morning.”

  “We were flying for over an hour. We could be hundreds of kilometres off the coast,” Paul added. “There are many small Pacific islands.”

  “But what about beacons and that – don’t planes have something for when they crash, so they can be found?”

  “Yeah, maybe,” Jasper agreed. “We don’t know. The pilot was out to it, and we don’t know what the go is with that.”

  “We just have to wait,” Steven offered with concern. His head was bandaged and his arm was in a sling.”

  “Are you okay, Steve?” Justine asked, approaching behind his chair and leaning there. Her head was aching but not spinning anymore.

  “I’m okay,” Steven said to her and offered a smile. “Are you?”

  “My head’s thumping,” Justine declared. “Are you okay, Paul? How is your leg?”

  Paul was sitting on the arm of a couch. His lower right leg was in a rude splint. “I don’t think it’s broken,” he told Justine.

  “It could be a fracture,” Thomas added. He went to one of the cupboards and pulled out a box with a red cross on it. He opened it and found bottles of pain killers. He handed out two each to Justine, Paul and Steven. Jasper brought them a glass of water to share.

  “I think we should eat,” Thomas declared. “There’s canned meat and vegetables.”

  ****

  The survivors spent that first night warm, dry and with full stomachs at least. The next few days, Justine, Paul and Steven recovered while Jasper trekked in all directions and Thomas kept house and played doctor. The cabin was only a half a kilometre from the beach. In the opposite direction it was also not far to the beach. It appeared to be a small island and completely uninhabited with the only sign of civilisation being the cabin and a satellite dish mounted on a ridge not far away.

  Justine had a problem with clothing. She had recovered her bag from the plane crash but only had a party dress, some panties and shoes from that. She was going to wear the dress without a bra. For the flight, she had worn a short floral house dress and her rain coat over that. Underneath, she had on white lace panties but no bra. She didn’t have a bra at all, as it was. She had intended to buy a new bikini for the weekend. She hadn’t been planning for an indefinite stay on a desert island. At least she had worn her tennis shoes, though.

  ****

  Paul usually liked it when Justine went braless at home. She was washing dishes, wearing a shirt he had given her so she could wash her dress. The shirt covered her panties, although it sometimes opened at the bottom and flashed them. Her nipples were erect right then, pressing against the light-blue cotton fabric, her tits with slight jiggle and sway that showed they were unfettered.

  Jasper was watching her do the dishes as well. He was rocking back in a kitchen chair, staring distractedly. Paul saw his gaze lower to Justine’s legs as she reached up to a cupboard, the shirt lifting to almost reveal her panties at the back.

  He couldn’t blame the guy for looking. He’d been out drinking with Jasper a few times. He was always checking out women. Paul quite liked him, though it was weird with Justine around – half naked, as she was.

  She collected Jasper’s plate from in front of him and wiped the table with a cloth. His gaze lowered to her tits. There was one button open at the top of her shirt, and he was looking in through there. Paul tilted his head to see his wife’s cleavage. She wasn’t showing any nipple, but the view down the front of the shirt revealed the full roundness of her breasts.

  It became commonplace as the days passed. Justine would either
be in her short frock or the shirt, no bra and sometimes even without panties, although she was noticeably guarded when completely bare beneath. One afternoon she had fallen asleep on her cot. Thomas was in the cabin with her. Paul came in from the veranda and found her with her legs tucked up and her pussy exposed from behind. He tugged the sheet up to cover her.

  Thomas shrugged apologetically. “I didn’t know whether to do that. I’ve been trying not to look.”

  Paul had known Thomas for years. He was a nice old guy – not at all sleazy. “I might put up a curtain to give Justine some privacy.”

  “That’s a good idea. There’s some shade cloth we could use,” Thomas suggested, and that afternoon he helped Paul partition off a room for his wife.

  ****

  There was an abundance of supplies, but after a week with no sign of a search and rescue mission, it was decided that stock should be taken of what they had to make do with, in case it needed to last a long time.

  “Well, who knows how long? It could be months – even years!” Jasper warned.

  “I still say whoever uses this cabin will be back in June. That log book shows they’re here every June through September,” Thomas surmised.

  “But even June is six months,” Justine declared. “How are we supposed to live here for six months?”

  “On rations,” Jasper said practically. “We need to plan this, and we’ll be fine. There’s fishing gear. I hope we all like fish,” he grinned. He was actually settling into the situation better than the others. He seemed to be in his element, Justine had noticed.

  As far as food went, there was enough canned fruit and vegetables for the five of them to survive on for 6 months. The cabin had twelve small bunks, and seemed to have been stocked for that many people. There was plenty of soap and toilet paper. There was coffee, tea and dried milk. There was some wine and beer, but not much – it would have to be rationed sparsely.

  “If we plan for 6 months that would be one beer for each of us men every couple of days, and, Justine, you could have a bottle of wine every now and then?”

  “Suits me. I don’t want any beer,” Justine agreed.