Girlfriend Agrees to Sex with his Buddies (First Cuckolding Book 8) Page 10

  “That’s him,” Angela said excitedly.

  “But what if he doesn’t come back out?”

  He was walking inside. “Hi, Mr Peters!” Angela called.

  He turned and smiled. “Oh, hello, girls! How are we today?”

  Tanya squeezed Angela’s hand under the water. They were both sitting on the step with the water lapping at their shoulders.

  “Hi, Mr Peters!” Tanya called out too.

  “We’re fine,” Angela said. “It’s a beautiful day.”

  “Yes – I’m coming back out to enjoy…. I’ll just put my groceries away.”

  He ducked inside.

  “Are you ready?” Angela asked her sister. “I’m going to.” She tugged the loose knot behind her back and pulled her top off. Tanya did the same. The pool was right by the fence. “Let’s sit up higher so he can see us,” Angela said, and she floated up two steps until the water was only to her waist. Tanya joined her there. They both put their bikini tops on the step behind them.

  The back door of Mr. Peters’ house slammed, and a moment later his head bobbed over the fence. His eyes widened. “Oh, hello!”

  Angela giggled, her tits jiggling. She looked down at them then back up. He looked from hers to Tanya’s. “Very nice,” he said, grinning. “I’m going to watch you from my chair. Just ignore me.”

  “Okay,” Angela replied sweetly.

  His deck was raised, giving him a view down into the pool. Angela floated around on her back, showing off for him. Tanya did too, her little peaks sticking out of the water quite proudly. Tanya got out and sunbathed for a little while before leaving Angela there to start dinner.

  Angela got out and dried off. She had a short cotton beach wrap she had brought out to the pool. Mr Peters was looking at her over his sunglasses. His head was raised and he was watching her closely. She faced away from him and put the wrap on, leaving it untied. She then blushed to herself and pulled her bikini pants down. She wrung them out and placed them on the arm of a chair. She then wrung her hair, and she turned to face the old neighbour with her arms raised like that.

  “Yeah – that’s nice, love,” he said low and sensually.

  Angela looked down at the wrap opened over her breasts and at her shaved pussy. She peered up at him, biting her lip.

  “Come closer,” he said, approaching the fence.

  She shook her head. “No, this is close enough.”

  He nodded. “You have a beautiful body, Angela.”

  “Thanks.”

  Tanya came back out, so Angela tied her wrap. “Mr Peters said we have beautiful bodies, Tan…. He has an interesting body too, doesn’t he?”

  Tanya giggled. “Oh, yeah. He sure does.”

  Mr Peters chuckled. “So, you naughty young ladies have been watching your uncle’s porno clips, eh?”

  Angela nodded, eyebrows raised.

  “We sure have, Mr Double D,” Tanya replied boldly.

  He frowned in question, glancing down at his big round torso. “I know I have some man boobs but at my age…. And they’re not quite double D, are they?”

  “Wrong double D,” Tanya teased him.

  “Tanya!” Angela scolded.

  “Why? He’s cool, aren’t you, double D?”

  He shook his head in confusion.

  Angela huffed. “Think of another two words starting with D, Mr. Peters.” She pointed down suggestively.

  “Oh!” His eyes lit up with mirth. ”Ah, yes – I’ve been called that a time or two…. Very clever there, young Tanya.” He had a bit of a laugh. “So, you girls are impressed? Not bad for an old timer, eh?”

  “I think your clips are hot, Mr Double D,” Tanya declared. “Vera’s hot too. You go get her!”

  He chuckled some more. “I will. Thank you….”

  “Dinner’s going to burn,” Tanya said. “Jack called. They’ll be home soon.”

  “Okay. I’m coming in.”

  Tanya rushed inside. Angela faced the old neighbour, still smiling over the fence. “Those clips ARE hot. I can’t believe you do that with Uncle and Vera.”

  “We’ve been doing it for years – once in a while.”

  Angela nodded. She had known Mr Peters for so long, since she was little. She felt comfortable talking with him. “We’ve been doing stuff like that this weekend. I’m trying to decide if I should sleep with another guy – with my fiancé’s permission.”

  The older man nodded. “Tricky,” he said. “Things won’t be the same after.”

  Angela glanced down, fiddling with her wrap tie. “Maybe that’s not a bad thing.”

  “I see…. I’m old and alone, so I wouldn’t want to give relationship advice.”

  Angela approached the fence. There was a barbeque at the end of an awning. She leaned back against it. “Don’t you dare tell Uncle about any of this, Mr Peters.”

  “I won’t, love. You can trust me to be discrete. I’m nothing if not discrete.”

  “Okay,” Angela uttered, blushing again as she released the tie at her waist and opened it a little, exposing her nipples and everything below the waist. “This is so exciting…. I noticed in the clips you are always undoing Vera’s clothes and looking at her body. It’s almost as sexy as when you’re making love to her.”

  “It is sexy, isn’t it? I go to a nudist beach quite often. I’ve been involved with a naturalist group for many years. It’s where I met Vera. We dated a few times before she met your uncle.”

  “Oh, that’s interesting…. So, Uncle is involved in the group too?”

  “No, not lately. He hasn’t been on any of the camps for a few years now – always too busy with his art exhibitions.”

  “I think that would be amazing, going to a nudist camp. It would be so exciting.”

  “Say the word, Angela. I’d be happy to take you and Jack along anytime. We meet monthly – it’s on a private property with pools and a tennis court, also a lovely natural stream and some forest for bushwalking. It feels wonderful walking in a forest in hiking boots and not a stich of clothing.”

  He laughed. Angela did too. “What if it was just me, and not Jack – would that be okay?”

  “Of course…. And discretely too if you prefer.” He looked down at Angela’s pussy. She followed his gaze, waiting. “I enjoy the fashion with you younger girls, trimming and shaving your – pussy? Can I say pussy? I don’t wish to sound crude or brash.”

  Angela smiled. “Pussy is fine.”

  “And tits?” the older man asked with grin. “I think the big old ones are more so bosoms. Those are tits, aren’t they?”

  “Yes, these are tits,” Angela giggled. “I don’t think they qualify as bosoms either. We don’t really use that word much these days.”

  “Oh, I see…. I’m out of touch with most things fashionable, but like I was saying, this fashion of trimming or shaving your pussy – it’s very appealing. It’s exciting to be able to see your actual slit like that – that very enticing place where a woman opens sexually. It’s quite arousing for a man just looking at you displayed like that.”

  Angela’s blush fired up. She was tingling all over as he tilted his head to study her pussy.

  “Have you been letting the guys see you like this? Is this part of your experimentation this weekend?”

  “Not yet…. It’s only been kissing and some touching so far. With clothes on…. Well, underwear at least down below,” Angela explained.

  “Hmm – and the guys are happy with that? They wouldn’t be content with kissing and no further…. Well, no further entry – if I can put it like that.”

  “Entry? What do you mean?”

  He shook his head. “Well, the thing about men, love – we all want the same thing when it comes to sexual play. These guys – these friends of yours – their MOTIVE is to enter you…. That is to say – put inside of you their tongues, in your mouth or elsewhere, their fingers in your pussy, and if possible, their penises, in either of those places, or even from behind…. The point is, i
f the game is sex – their objective consciously or sub-consciously, is to put things inside of you.”

  “Um…. They’ve been putting their tongues in my mouth often enough,” Angela said. “Like that?”

  “Yes, like that – if that’s all you allow. But beyond all of those insertion tactics, their ultimate motive is to put inside you their genetic material – their seed. This is what they are programed to do. We are like robots, love – we are imprinted with a very basic program. Just like Rex there whining at the fence because a female is on the other side – one he wishes to insert his appendage into and deposit his genetic material.”

  Angela smiled. “You mean like you always want to do with Vera?”

  Mr Peters chuckled. “Precisely, love – precisely!”

  “And you think all these guy have a one track mind like that too?”

  “Oh, no. I’m sure they are all complex, well rounded people.” He grinned. “But with you looking like that, and sex being the name of the game – oh, yes – they will have a one track mind to see to it that you are well serviced, Angela. This is where your kissing and touching through clothes will lead if you allow them to have any say at all.”

  “I’d better go,” Angela said, motioning over her shoulder.

  The old man’s eyes lowered to her body. She waited another moment. He didn’t look back up, just stared at her pussy and then her tits. “I’ll think about the nudist camp idea,” she said softly as she opened her wrap more fully. “It’s an intriguing thought.”

  “You would be very welcome, love. There aren’t a lot of younger women involved with the group. It’s about nature and freedom, but sex is the most basic aspect of human nature, so the men would enjoy looking at you like this. All of them would.”

  “Well, I will need some more practice, so I’ll undress again for you tomorrow if you like, Mr Double D,” Angela teased, and she left him there and picked up her bikini and towel, tossing a smile back over her shoulder as she walked inside with her wrap floating behind on the breeze.

  “Do the gravy!” Tanya said to her. “I can’t do it.”

  Angela was still busy helping Tanya prepare the meal and set the table when the guys walked in chatting and laughing. Her wrap covered her well enough, but it was very light, almost silky smooth, and it barely covered her bottom while being held closed with only the single tie around her waist.

  They had Tanya giggling in the other room. Angela took Missy her dinner. She filled her food and water bowls and gave her a pat for a few minutes. Stan was watching from the kitchen window. He met her as she came back inside. She had to put things in the laundry, and he followed her in there. He moved behind and touched her hips. She tilted her head as he bent to her neck.

  “You there, Ang?” It was Jack. He appeared in the doorway.

  “I’m here…. I think I’m going to be kissed and felt up by your future best man,” she said, smiling at him.

  Stan continued kissing her neck. He slipped an arm around her from behind, his hand inside the fold of her wrap. It closed over her bare breast.

  She grinned at Jack. “Yes, I was right…. Definitely getting felt up now.”

  “Uncle Mike called a few minutes ago. He’s been detained with having to meet someone about another exhibition and won’t be back until Tuesday. He wants to know if we can look after the house another few days.”

  “Sure…. I could travel from here or easily get a few days off work.”

  Stan released her breast and held her belly while kissing her ear and nuzzling her cheek. She turned and offered him her lips while holding Jack’s gaze. Stan kissed her. She swivelled within his embrace. She was then facing Jack while Stan had his back to him.

  “I think I’ll just call work and take two days of my leave,” she said. “I wouldn’t mind a couple of quiet days here after the weekend.”

  “I can stay,” Stan said. He looked down between their bodies. He felt her other breast that time, playing with the nipple. “I’d love to stay another few days,” he went on, and he slowly rubbed down over Angela’s belly, on the outside of her wrap, and he touched her mons with his fingertips.

  Jack’s eyes had followed his hand. Angela watched his face as Stan started rubbing a gentle little circle. Her wrap was just long enough. She hadn’t put anything on since swimming.

  “Do you have to go to work, Jack? Could you get out of it?”

  “No, I have to go. I’ve only been there a month. There’s no way I could ask for time off yet.”

  “Oh….” Angela took a breath. The stimulation was becoming intense. “Not too much directly on my clit, Stan.”

  He kissed her open mouth. “It’s nice and hard, though.” He flattened his hand and rubbed further down between her pussy lips.

  “Mmm – it’s nice like that too,” Angela said. “But not underneath, okay?” She held Stan’s head close and measured another breath to fight the fluttering in her belly. She watched Jack’s face as he stared at Stan’s fingers. She could feel the slight penetration through the thin cotton fabric. “I’m not wearing panties, Jack.” He glanced up. “I should be more careful around these guys, shouldn’t I?”

  Stan cupped her firmly. “Mark would be able to stay too. I don’t know about Paul. I think he’s got a thing to go to interstate next week.”

  “Hmm – I don’t know about that, Stan. I don’t think Jack would approve of you and Mark being here without him.”

  Stan gripped more firmly and curled his fingers up. “Uhh-hh…. Not too deep,” Angela panted.

  “You feel wet, though – even through this.” He kept his fingers curled, just holding her firmly like that. Then he relented and felt the length of her slit, rubbing back and forth. She met his kiss. His fingers found the bottom edge of her wrap and touched her. He gripped her again, his fingers poking in a little as she moaned into his mouth.

  Mark appeared at Jack’s shoulder. “Tanya said dinner’s ready.”

  Angela pushed at Stan’s arm. “You’ll make me cum doing that, anyway,” she scolded. “You can do it a little more like that later,” she said, blushing over at Jack.

  “Can I do that later too?” Mark asked, grinning.

  “Yes, of course, Mark…. I’m not getting enough kisses from you. I’m wondering if you even like kissing me.”

  “I like it.” Mark grinned. “I’ll show you after dinner how much I like it.”

  Stan touched the tie holding her wrap closed. “What about another quick peep? Is that allowed, Jack?”

  Angela met Jack’s eyes. He questioned her. “I don’t mind,” she uttered. “But just quickly. Tanya and I made an effort to cook a nice dinner for everyone.”

  Stan tugged the knot in the tie. “All good to have a look, Jack?” he asked again.

  Jack nodded. “Yeah – I guess….”

  Angela blushed. She reached back and held Stan’s neck. She peered from Jack to Mark, still at his shoulder, eyes wide and lowered to her body.

  The tie fell away and Stan gathered the two sides of her wrap and opened it. “Aw, yeah, look at that,” he groaned. “Shaved fucking bare.”

  “Do you like that?” Angela uttered softly. She parted her lips and accepted Stan’s kiss.

  “That’s so hot,” Mark said. “I’ve never seen anything as hot as this before.”

  “I doubt that’s true, Mark. But thank you.”

  “No, I mean like THIS! Sure there’s hot babes everywhere – and you’re definitely one of them, Ang – but being allowed to look at you and kiss you and that in front of Jack, that is HOT. No offence or anything, Jack. I get you guys are trying something different. I’m just fucking stoked that I’m here to see!” He motioned to Angela, still with her wrap being held open.

  Jack huffed, expelling a breath that seemed like it had been pent up for ages – probably since his buddies all started playing with his lady in front of him. Angela knew his every expression so well. He had been calm and reserved so far, taking it in. Right then, as he sat on th
e clothes drier and shook his head scoffing at the crazy situation, Angela saw that he had found exactly how to deal with it.

  “Tell you what – you guys enjoy yourselves with my beautiful, sexy, incredibly hot girl for the weekend – but if I get any stick about it afterward – if anyone wants to think up a new nickname for me that has anything to do with cuck or cuckold – well, you’ll want to duck, and if you duck and my fist misses your chin, you’ll want to start running!”

  He was still shaking his head when he finished his speech. Angela waited nervously. She had closed her wrap and was tying tight. There was a horrible silence.

  Stan broke it with a chuckle. “Yeah, fair enough, but we’re still allowed to play with her?” He ended with a huge clown-like grin.

  Jack grinned back. “Hell, yeah! I agree with Mark…. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen too.”

  The three guys all laughed. Angela sighed in relief. “Go!” she said. “Get out of the way. Dinner time!” She pushed Mark and Stan out the door. Jack caught her arm. He pulled her close and kissed her. “Can we talk after dinner?” she asked him.

  “Yeah – I think we’d better,” he said.

  There was a pair of clean panties on top of the wash basket. She pulled them on. Tanya was coming to get them. “Hurry u…”

  Jack picked her up and ended her scold. She squealed. He cradled her in his arms and carried her into the dining room where everyone was getting ready to eat. Angela stopped as she entered the room and stood with her hand over her mouth. Tanya tried to say something but Jack kissed her and shut her up. He sat her on the settee by the phone and knelt on the seat beside her. His kiss lingered and deepened. Everyone watched in stunned silence. Angela was astounded. Jack’s hand closed over Tanya’s little tit. She was still in her bikini top. He pulled that aside and felt her bare. He then lifted from her to take a breath, and she remained peering up at him with her mouth open.

  Jack twisted her nipple as he took her mouth again. He kissed her deeply and passionately.

  “Go, Jack!” Stan said.