Wife Shared with Dirty Old Men (First Cuckolding Book 7) Read online

  Natalie cuddled up to her husband that night but slipped out of bed early before he woke up. She had considered the fact that he might feel like having sex when he woke and she didn’t want to be there for that. She was not good at lying, so she didn’t want to have to talk about sex at all at the moment.

  After breakfast she saw him off on a day trip fishing with his new friends, and she was tidying away the dishes when there was a knock at the door. She only had on a short night gown and satin robe, but she was decent enough. She opened the door to Petro grinning broadly, with the man she had seen the day before smiling at his shoulder.

  Petro had a tool box in his hand. “We’ve come to have a look at the leaky shower. This is my brother Carlos.”

  Natalie’s legs weakened and her nipples firmed as the two of them looked her over. Petro strolled past and went to the bathroom. His brother followed but stopped to wait, and Natalie had to walk toward him.

  His eyes lowered to her breasts. She could feel them moving about beneath the satin robe. She smiled again and averted her gaze, squeezing past to find Petro peering around the bathroom where she had a bra and panties hanging up to dry. She quickly gathered them and stuffed them under the lid of a clothes basket.

  “Seems it’s hardly leaking at all,” Petro said. The shower had a slow drip. It had been worse when Brian had mentioned it upon arriving.

  “Not worth worrying about,” Carlos suggested. “Looks like we’ve wasted our time.”

  “I’m sorry – it was worse before,” Natalie explained.

  Petro had moved close. Carlos was leaning in the doorway – effectively blocking it with his huge frame.

  Petro touched Natalie’s shoulder. “Maybe not a complete waste of time,” he said, stroking down her arm and tugging at the sleeve of her robe. He had bared her shoulder, and he kissed her neck softly. “Why don’t you show my brother what you showed me?”

  Natalie’s heart thumped and her knees weakened again. The other man was staring at her chest. His eyes lifted and met hers.

  “Show me,” he said.

  She sensed Petro stepping back, and she glanced to see him sitting down on the toilet seat. She was left in the middle of the room with the two men waiting. She couldn’t collect a logical thought – her hands went to her shoulders, and she gathered the strings of her night dress and pulled it down, exposing her breasts.

  This time she was offering both old men her body. The thought had been playing on her mind since she saw them together. Seeing them both at her door moments ago had advanced the idea. She most definitely wanted the first one to have her again. There being two of them was simply twice the thrill.

  The matter of contraception occurred to her as she stood holding her nightie at her waist and watching the eyes of the old man staring at her. There were her husband’s condoms in the bedroom. It was a big box. He wouldn’t notice two of them missing. Then again, one of the men had already ejaculated inside of her once….

  Carlos stepped forward and cupped her left breast. He squeezed it and thumbed the nipple, glancing over at his brother and grinning. He then bent down and sucked that nipple into his mouth.

  Natalie touched his head and held him gently. He was suckling her, and after a minute or so he moved to her other nipple.

  She closed her eyes and parted her legs a little when she felt his hand moving up her inner-thigh. She wasn’t wearing panties. His fingers touched her pussy, and she bit down on her lip. He rubbed a little, finding moisture – rubbing it around and then inserting a little to find more.

  Natalie felt as though she was being prepared by a very well-practiced man. The ministrations of his mouth and tongue on her nipples were making her belly flutter and her pussy drip. He was fingering her gently but also seemingly stretching her and making sure she was very wet. She imagined he was going to be as big as his brother, and when he stood and moved behind her back, she leaned forward and gripped the wash basin, ready to be mounted.

  ****

  Carlos had freed a massive erection. He was stroking it slowly, and he pulled the young wife’s gown and robe up her back.

  She raised her hips, arching and presenting herself to him. He could see a glisten of fluid seeping from her slit. He touched it with his cock-head, working her lips apart. She moaned. He then inserted a few inches. She was searing hot and completely slick. Her head rocked forward, and he held her shoulders and forced his cock all the way in with one fluid motion. He looked back at his brother and winked. He was balls deep in some young guy’s wife, and she was arching her hips even further, trying to offer him complete access.

  He started humping her slowly, keeping his cock mostly embedded and just stirring the juice inside of her. He worked her clothing up and over her shoulders until her upper body was exposed. He gripped her sides, pressing fingers into the bottom of her tits, and he felt them swaying against the wash basin as he rocked her back and forth.

  He started withdrawing his length and sinking back into her. He was pulling slowly back until his cock-head spread the lips of her pussy then sliding back into her depths.

  Carlos was getting close and beginning to lose control. He lifted her and held her body still while he fucked her hard and fast for a while. He was slapping against her bottom, and she was still arching her hips to accommodate him. He stuck his tongue in her ear then bit into her neck, and she moaned and ground herself back against him. He rammed his cock up her and held firm, and she reached around and held him close. He was squirting his load into her, and she had her hips arched, poised to accept it as deep as possible. She hadn’t reached orgasm but her pussy was clamped tight around his shaft and she was allowing him to inseminate her.

  “Mmm – I can feel that,” she moaned back over her shoulder. “That’s so deep.”

  Carlos finished emptying his balls then withdrew his cock from her. She remained bent over the wash basin looking back at Petro. He was feeling his cock through his trousers. He undid the zip and freed it, continuing to stroke himself while feeling Natalie’s bum.

  “Are you going to fuck me too?” she asked.

  “Is that what you want?” Petro grinned. “You want to be used by both of us?”

  “Yes – I want it,” Natalie replied. “My husband won’t be back until tonight.”

  Petro slapped her bum with his cock. “How about I fuck you later, and for now you can do something else for me?”

  Petro led the young wife into the living room and settled on the sofa, guiding her to her knees in front.

  Natalie took his cock in her hand and squeezed it. It was hot and already throbbing. There was precum oozing from the tip. “I don’t always do this,” she said. “You won’t cum in my mouth will you?”

  “You don’t like that?” Petro asked, stroking her hair and pulling her down a bit.

  “Not really,” Natalie said, but she opened her lips over the head of Petro’s cock and closed her eyes as she sucked it in. “I don’t even do it for my husband very often,” she added when she came back up, then she sucked the swollen head back in again.

  Petro watched her pretty face with her sweet young lips moving up and down his shaft. She was gripping the base and stroking while she sucked. He was holding the back of her head and applying a bit of pressure each time she moved down – just keeping her there for a second or two longer and thrusting a little deeper.

  Soon enough he was on the verge of ejaculating. He held it for a few minutes longer, letting his load build until his old balls were full and threatening to erupt. He finally reached the point where he couldn’t hold it any longer, and he instinctively gripped the back of the young wife’s head and held her still.

  ****

  Natalie could feel the shaft in her mouth swelling. She pushed against the old man’s thighs but his hand tightened around the back of her head, and suddenly his semen gushed against the roof of her mouth. The old man then thrust upward and the next gush of semen flooded directly into her throat.

  It was
thick and hot, and she swallowed that bit but he hadn’t finished ejaculating. “See, it’s not so bad,” he said, and he released her head and stroked her tenderly.

  Natalie kept sucking him as his cock softened. She was holding a large pool of his semen in her mouth. The other man’s cum was running down her thigh. It was true that she rarely gave Brian blowjobs – occasionally, but not often. She blushed at how naughty she was being, and she closed her eyes and softly swallowed.

  Carlos sat down on the sofa beside his brother. Natalie stood and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. She had her other hand covering her pussy to stop it from dripping. She wondered what next – whether they were going to stay and have her again.

  “Can I make you men some lunch?” she asked sweetly.

  “Do we have time for lunch?” Petro asked his brother.

  Carlos nodded. “I’m hungry enough now. We can go after. It’s not as if the horses will care.”

  “Horses?” Natalie asked. “What horses?”

  “Do you like horses, love?”

  “Yes, I do. I love them!”

  “Do you want to come riding? Are you doing anything this afternoon?”

  “Doing anything? I wish! I wanted to go diving and to see the old ruins of the castle but my husband is too busy with his TV sports and now fishing…. I’d love to go somewhere and do something!”

  Natalie went into the kitchen to make sandwiches. The two old men mumbled between themselves for a while before seating themselves at the table and thanking her for the food and drinks she served them. She had picked up that they were going to a horse farm owned by a friend of Carlos’ who lived on the mainland. Carlos was a blacksmith by trade and was to be checking the animals for re-shoeing needs. Petro was a horse trainer in his younger days and often went to the farm for a leisurely ride.

  “We could stop in and have a look at the ruins on the way,” Petro said to Natalie.

  She smiled excitedly. “But isn’t it a long walk to get there? They said at the tourist kiosk it was miles of walking.”

  “Not if you know your way around. There are tracks all over the hills for us locals. We don’t tell the tourists. It’s all private property, and the farmers don’t want strangers driving around leaving gates open and such…. We’ll get you to the ruins in no time,” Petro grinned. “You’ll probably end up owing us all sorts of favours, but we can’t have a pretty girl sitting around bored all day on her holidays.”

  Natalie smiled through her blush.

  Carlos cocked an eyebrow at her. “You will do us more favours won’t you, love?”

  “Do you mean more of what we just did?” Natalie asked, peering from one old man to the other.

  They both nodded. “Yeah – more of that.”

  “Okay,” Natalie uttered. “That seems fair….”

  They both smiled. “What are you going to wear, love?”

  Natalie giggled, shaking her head. “Well, what am I supposed to wear, you dirty old men? If I’m going to be riding a horse I will need to wear jeans and boots.”

  They checked with each other, nodding a silent agreement. Carlos continued. He seemed to be the slightly dominant brother. “What about up top, love – would you wear something sexy for us? Something revealing?”

  “You’ve got nice tits,” Petro added, grinning. “Don’t cover them up too much, eh?”

  “Hmm – I guess,” Natalie agreed, looking down at herself then meeting the smiles of her two new admirers. She suddenly liked having secret admirers. “I think I can find a top you might like,” she said to them, biting a lip.

  ****

  They left her to shower and get ready. She found herself to be quite sticky between the legs, and as she washed she closed her eyes and thought of what had happened an hour ago right there in the bathroom. She couldn’t resist, and rubbed herself to a mild orgasm at the thought of how bad she was and how after being with only one man until she was twenty-five, she had now been with three other men – two of them much older, but also much more generously endowed than Brian. “They’ve got such huge cocks!” Natalie uttered to herself.

  She giggled about that but also mulled over what she had gotten herself into. She had agreed to satisfy them both sexually – for the day – maybe for the next few days? She wasn’t exactly sure. There was no doubt that after this castle and horse riding adventure, they would both want to have sex with her again.

  She tried on her few tank tops, which she would normally wear with a bra. The white lace-trim one was the most see-through. Her nipples were clearly visible. She wondered whether there would be other people at the castle ruins. It would be fine to wear that top for the men but maybe not in public.

  A small 4WD pulled up outside the window. Natalie grabbed a shirt to wear over her top in case she needed it. She had on jeans and her hiking boots. She squeezed into a small seat behind the two old men, both of them grinning back at her and checking her out. Her nipples tightened immediately. She put her shirt aside with her shoulder bag. Petro was driving. Carlos looked at her tits. She blushed.

  “Was that okay earlier, love? Petro was saying you were worried about falling pregnant?”

  Natalie blushed deeper. “Um…. I think I should be alright at the moment. At least, I hope so.”

  Petro chuckled. “We’ll just blame your husband if you are.”

  “Um…. No – you can’t actually. We’ve been using condoms.”

  “Oh! Well perhaps I should have too,” Carlos offered, patting Natalie’s knee and giving a little squeeze.

  “Hmm – maybe,” Natalie uttered.

  As they drove, Carlos kept his hand on her leg – just resting sideways in his seat with a big gorilla-like arm over the back of it and his heavy hand squeezing her thigh and petting it absently. Natalie watched the interesting scenery out the window. There were cliffs with the beautiful blue ocean beyond and green rolling hills dotted with cows and horses. The hand upon her leg gradually crept upward, still squeezing and massaging, until it reached the crotch of her jeans and turned with thick fingers pressing and rubbing against her sex.

  She lifted and braced against the old man’s hand, squirming down in her seat and not resisting when he pressed against her other leg and opened her thighs wider.

  Petro’s eyes rolled back over his shoulder to see what was happening. “You just drive the car,” his brother said. “I’m the one with all the work to do when we get there.”

  Carlos’ big gorilla hand lifted and closed over Natalie’s right breast, squeezing it and thumbing her nipple. “Nice,” he said to her. “That feel good?”

  She nodded, biting her lip and feeling her blush fire up again.

  “That’s a pretty top, love…. You were right. We DO like it, don’t we, Petro?”

  “Oh, yeah,” Petro agreed, looking back over his shoulder again.

  Carlos felt Natalie’s other breast, giving it a squeeze and thumbing that nipple too. They were on a small gravel farm road with no other cars around. He could have lifted her top if he wanted to. Natalie would not have complained about being exposed. He didn’t, though. He just left her nipples aching for more attention and resumed rubbing the crotch of her jeans, soaking her underwear and bringing her dangerously close to another orgasm by the time the 4WD stopped at a closed gate and Carlos got out to open it.

  He left Natalie alone after that. He needed to get out two more times and open gates before they arrived at the crumpling stone walls of a castle that was mounted atop a headland looking out to sea.

  There were other people there, some children, which prompted Natalie to put on her shirt. She walked between the two old men, being ushered with a big paw upon her back or having her hand held as she stepped down from rocks. She was like the princess with two big strong warriors to protect her. The notion that she would be allowing them both to take their pleasure with her that evening did not escape her thoughts…. She was being tended to right then, but later it would be for her to tend to their needs again.


  Carlos was the one with the story: “It was through that narrow passage that the warring vessels had to navigate. Those stone blocks there had cannons mounted on them. The cannon ball would arc over the rise and drop a thousand feet to blast the hell out of a ship trying to enter, or even escape the harbor there.”

  Natalie could see old Carlos as quite an accomplished ladies’ man. He had a nice, easy smile and intelligent eyes. He had a gentle yet authoritative way about him. After leading her all over the ruins of the castle, he opened the door for her to get into the back of the car. His big gorilla hand then returned to squeeze her knee, but it didn’t wander during that short drive. It remained there as a claim of ownership, she imagined.

  “Well, I’ll be about my business,” he said. They had arrived at a small, run-down looking farm. The house was overgrown with grass and weeds. Natalie was pleased they were not going anywhere near it. Carlos had to check a dozen horses that the neighbor had rounded up and locked in the stables that morning apparently.

  Petro saddled up two ponies. He offered Natalie a quiet little bay mare that had sleepy eyes but came to life when she mounted. She then rode off into a hillside forest, leaving Petro behind and waving her on to go and have fun.

  Natalie had done a lot of riding, and this was a good little horse. May was her name. She was scared of nothing – jumping logs and splashing through creeks. She was beautifully responsive and needed almost no instruction. She would slow with a gentle tug on the reins or turn with the slightest shift of Natalie’s seat in the saddle.

  “Oh she’s fantastic!” Natalie declared excitedly as she came upon Petro trotting his pony along a trail she had galloped along earlier.

  Petro nodded in agreement, grinned and looked at Natalie’s tits. They were jiggling and swaying as her pony trotted along. Petro wasn’t as nice as Carlos, but Natalie liked him well enough too. He was not a ladies’ man – more so a lonely old pervert, but he also had a nice smile, and there was at least honesty in his eyes. Natalie imagined he spent most of his time thinking about sex, but he didn’t try to hide it. He just openly stared at her, turning to look at her boobs jiggling all the time they rode along, and when she spoke he would have to look up from them to acknowledge her.