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  “Are you okay, baby? What happened down there at the beach? You undid your top….”

  “Actually, Bruno undid it…. He wanted to put lotion on my back.”

  “Oh…. I guess, um—”

  Natalie remembered the feel of the wonderful massage. She suddenly felt cheeky again. “Then he told me topless sunbathing is fine around here – obviously wanting me to do it.”

  “Oh,” Brian squeaked.

  “Do you think I should?” Natalie continued teasing, although when her husband blushed she did too, halfway serious in considering what she had joked. “Plus he asked if I was going to wear something sexy again tonight,” she added before the topless issue took hold and required answering.

  Brian’s blush faded a little. “So, he actually asked about you wearing something sexy again?”

  “Yeah, but no more overtly than they were last night – saying it’s a good thing you’re not the jealous type.”

  She sorted through her things and held up a backless halter-neck top with a short skirt? She held it against her front. “This? There’s no place for a bra with it, anyway.”

  “Yeah, you always look great in that, honey.” Brian cuddled up behind, looking over her shoulder in the mirror. “I’d better go shower….”

  Natalie put on the top and found it wasn’t too revealing. The soft loose fitting fabric was brushing her nipples and keeping them firm, but there wasn’t a lot of cleavage on display. Although from the side her breasts were being revealed a bit when she leant forward too much, which she could avoid doing easily enough.

  The skirt she had picked out to match was black leather, and she wore red panties to go with the top. After his shower Brian was called into the dining room, leaving her to do her make-up. Her breasts moved freely as she walked toward the sound of the men laughing. She felt almost naked, and her tight fitting skirt was trying to ride up a bit.

  “Here she is!” Mr. Cullen declared with his big booming voice vibrating through the room and through Natalie’s body, making her nipples firm up again as all the men looked at them. Their eyes then lowered to her bare legs, and she stood there while they all inspected her.

  “Here, try this,” Bruno said, offering her a half filled wine glass.

  She sipped the drink, and her eyes widened at the strength of it.

  “That’s peach brandy – home made,” Bruno chuckled.

  Natalie had another sip and another as the fiery liquid warmed her throat and sent tingles through her entire body.

  Throughout dinner the men mostly talked business, and she kept drinking the brandy until she was really quite drunk. After dinner she helped the cook clear away the table and do the dishes. She could feel his eyes upon her breasts while they were alone in the kitchen, and suddenly his hands were on her waist, and before she could say anything he groped her.

  Natalie struggled but didn’t scream. She didn’t want to make a huge scene because the cook was actually Mr. Cullen’s cousin. She clamped her arms down against her sides and wriggled to get away, but the guy had her from behind and held her tight. One of his arms were around her waist and the other hand went in through the side of her top to feel her bare breast.

  “Stop that!” Natalie said to him, straining to whisper so no one would hear. “Leave me alone!”

  “Alright – just let me have a feel first,” the skinny old man whispered back into her ear.

  His bony fingers pinched her nipple, making her squirm back against him, but she could also feel his erection when she did that.

  “Come on – just relax and let me, and I’ll let you go,” he whispered again, and with the effect of the alcohol swirling in her head, Natalie relaxed her arm from against her side and allowed him to move his hand more freely. He then felt her breast fully, squeezing it and massaging a little. Then he reached further into her top and felt the other one. He played with that nipple and pinched it hard as he ground his erection against Natalie’s bottom.

  “Now, get off me,” she said, wriggling again and pushing away from him just as Mr. Cullen walked into the kitchen.

  She tugged her top down and picked up a tea towel. The old cook went into the dining room, and Mr. Cullen approached close behind her. “Are you okay, love?”

  Natalie peered back and nodded, biting her lip.

  He smiled. “Be careful around that old buzzard. He doesn’t have my willpower.”

  Natalie followed his gaze down to her chest. Her nipples were still tingling. The tie around her neck had stretched loose, allowing her top to gape more. She was showing a lot of cleavage now.

  The cook returned, and Mr. Cullen smacked him across the back of the head. “Hands off the girl, Hogue…. Got it?”

  “I got it, Noah.”

  Mr. Cullen clipped him a second time. “Tell me if he touches you again, okay, love?”

  Natalie nodded. She then took a wash cloth and got out of there, returning to the dining room to wipe the table down. She started at the end where her husband was sitting, half asleep and swaying drunkenly. When she leaned over to wipe in front of Bruno and Mr. Cullen her top gaped and exposed her breasts to them.

  Mr. Cullen claimed her hand, making her kneel on a chair and remain across the table. Both men tilted their heads to have a close look at her.

  “Nice,” Bruno said, grinning and making Natalie blush.

  Mr. Cullen still held her hand. He thumbed the gold bands on her finger, inspecting them. “These are lovely rings you’ve given your wife here, Brian.”

  The older man had spoken with a question in his tone. Brian got up and edged around behind Bruno to see what Mr. Cullen was talking about. Natalie remained propped on one elbow with her breasts completely on display to the men.

  “Pretty rings for a pretty lady, eh?” Mr. Cullen said, glancing at Brian then deliberately looking back at Natalie’s tits.

  Bruno smiled. “That’s a pretty little top too…. Good choice.”

  Natalie’s hand had been released. She didn’t move, though. She just fiddled with the wash cloth and looked up from her breasts to the faces of the men and to meet her husband’s eyes. She looked down at her breasts again. They could see both nipples, which were still aroused.

  “Maybe best that you don’t want to tan them. They look fine milky white like that,” Bruno said.

  “You have to let me paint you, love,” his father implored. “Such a naturally beautiful body…. Come pose for me right now? I only need a few photos to begin with.”

  Natalie blushed fully. “Um—okay,” she uttered, meeting her husband’s blank gaze again.

  ****

  Mr. Cullen claimed her hand and led her through the rambling old house to his studio. It was cluttered with easels and paintings. There was a couch, which he quickly cleared of junk. He stood her in front of it, wringing her hands together in front. Bruno sat to one side on a stool. She looked back over her shoulder to see Brian leaning in the doorway.

  “Are you going to do her nude?” Bruno asked his father.

  “Of course…. Undress, please, love? Don’t be shy.”

  Natalie looked back at her husband again, biting her lip. She held his gaze as she unbuttoned her skirt and lowered the zipper at her side. The powerful brandy still gripped her, making everything seem to be in slow motion. Brian’s eyes were still kind of blank. He was obviously feeling the same way as she was. She lowered her skirt and stepped out of it. Bruno reached forward and took it from her, folding it upon his knee. Mr. Cullen was setting up a camera. She released the tie behind her neck, catching her top as it slipped and holding it over her breasts.

  The cook appeared at the door and edged past Brian. He walked to the back of the room, behind Mr. Cullen, who was ready with his camera, it seemed.

  “It’s okay, love. Let’s take those off and have a look, eh?” Mr. Cullen said.

  “Okay,” Natalie uttered, and she lowered her top and showed the three old men her breasts.

  “Yeah—nice,” Bruno groaned.
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br />   Natalie blushed deeper, stepping out of her top and giving it to him.

  “Do you keep your pubic hair, love?” Mr. Cullen asked.

  Natalie nodded, and she hooked her panties at her waist and lowered them, stepping from them and handing them to Bruno. She peered back at her husband.

  Mr. Cullen’s camera clicked and flashed a few times. “Just lie across the couch, love.”

  He approached as she sat down. He guided her legs into position, setting the lower one straight and bending the upper one quite modestly. She looked from Bruno to the cook. They were both grinning and staring at her.

  Mr. Cullen took a few more shots then knelt beside her again. “Now lift your arm. Rest it like that,” he said, positioning her left arm along the backrest of the couch. “And turn slightly,” he said, getting her to lie more flat on her back. He gathered her hair from her neck and moved it behind her shoulder. He wet his fingertips and touched one nipple, fondling it tight, then doing the same with the other. “That’s better, and straighten this leg down….” He moved her upper leg, exposing her more this time. “Good, good—just so we can see your vagina…. That’s perfect. That’s a lovely little bush, isn’t it, Bruno?”

  Bruno approached to look directly down at Natalie. The cook edged closer too but kept a distance, craning his neck. Brian peered from the back of the couch, looking Natalie over and meeting her blush and half grin. Mr. Cullen snapped photos. Bruno wet his fingertips and tweaked Natalie’s nipples erect again.

  “Okay—perfect,” Mr. Cullen announced. “That’s fine, love. You can get dressed now.”

  The men moved back. Natalie stood and picked up her skirt from the arm of the couch where Bruno had left her clothing neatly folded. He walked from the room. The old cook remained watching her breasts sway until she fixed her top into place. She couldn’t find her panties but just tugged at her skirt, stretching it down.

  “You’re beautiful, love. I’m going to work on this all night,” Mr. Cullen said, ushering Natalie and Brian to the door and seeing them off.

  ****

  Once in their bedroom with the door closed, Brian and Natalie made love. They rambled and raved about how amazing it had been – how exhilarating it was for Natalie to strip nude like that and how exciting it was for Brian to watch her do it.

  They both woke the next morning hung over. The house was empty. It was nine o’clock and their taxi was due at ten. They found juice and drank standing at the kitchen sink together. Natalie had a quick shower. When she came from the bathroom, Brian was waiting in the bedroom, dressed ready to leave. She entered the room and sorted clothes to wear.

  Mr. Cullen appeared in the doorway with his camera. He grinned at them both, winking. “Just a few more snaps before you leave, eh? You don’t mind, do you?”

  “Um – I guess….” Brian squeaked. “Is the painting going well?”

  “Wonderfully,” the old man said. “It’s going to take pride of place in my living room when it’s done…. I just need another quick look at your pretty wife, okay, lad.” He stepped past Brian. “Undress for me again, love. Just lie back on the bed there.”

  Natalie tugged at the towel wrapped around her and lowered it nervously. She sat on the bed and scooted back. Mr. Cullen looked at her pussy, glanced at her face, and winked again. “That’s good…. There’s a better impression in real life than with the photos.” He tilted his head, studying her crotch. “Yeah – very good. I just needed to see you again – refresh that true impression.”

  Natalie remained propped on her elbows, sucking in a breath as he touched a breast and thumbed a nipple. “Uh huh….” she uttered softly, trying to stifle a moan.

  “Just lie back,” he said, and he moved away to lean against the dresser looking down at her.

  He glanced at her husband. “A beautiful wife, yes?”

  “Yes,” Brian replied.

  Bruno appeared in the doorway. He looked Natalie over slowly and deliberately.

  “Ahh, Bruno – how to do justice, eh?” his father said.

  “Impossible,” Bruno replied without taking his eyes off Natalie. He entered the room and moved past his father to be standing right beside the bed. “That angle you had where you can clearly see her vagina like this is the best, Dad.”

  “Agreed…. I was checking,” Mr. Cullen said, giving Natalie another wink.

  “Nice smooth lips and all, the slit just visible through her bush,” Bruno went on, leaning to look more closely. He touched her inner thigh.

  Natalie parted her legs slightly. She looked to her husband. He was watching Bruno but glanced to meet her questioning eyes. He grimaced and shrugged disconcertedly, his arms folded tight across his body.

  “Or that angle there, Dad—with her thighs apart a little like this,” Bruno suggested.

  Mr. Cullen looked over Bruno’s shoulder. He lifted his camera and took a picture then adjusted zoom and snapped another. “Fine detail like this help with my work,” he explained to Natalie and Brian.

  Natalie saw the other old man in the doorway, grinning at her. Mr. Cullen continued taking photos. Bruno touched her inner thigh again, and she parted her legs further for them. The nervous tension overwhelmed her, and she giggled, making her chest shudder and her breasts wobble.

  There was the sound of a car horn from the front of the house. “Taxi’s waiting,” the cook said.

  “We have to go,” Brian said thickly.

  “Okay, fine….” Mr. Cullen shut down his camera and offered Natalie a hand to stand up.

  She needed it. Her legs were tingly and weak. The men watched her quickly dress. Brian was waiting with their bags in his hands. The three old men followed and waved them off in the taxi. Natalie just rolled her eyes and shook her head at her husband. She didn’t know what to say, and he offered nothing either.

  Once alone waiting on the train station platform, Brian broached the issue sucking the oxygen out of the air. “That was crazy, huh?”

  Natalie huffed. “I don’t know what that was, Brian.” She was halfway between anger and excitement, not knowing which way to gravitate.

  “I thought they were going to try something,” Brian went on.

  Natalie glared at him. “They did.”

  “No – I mean, I thought they were going to try and have sex with you.”

  “All three of them touched my breasts.”

  “All three?”

  “Yes. That skinny one groped me in the kitchen.”

  Brian didn’t respond. Natalie’s anger cooled. “I’m not blaming you, Brian. I think we were both drunk, and they knew it.”

  “I think they planned it that way. I don’t know what was in that brandy stuff. It blew me away,” Brian said.

  “Me too…. Then I sort of relaxed and just did what they wanted, only it felt kind of good.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Uh huh…. I mean, they only touched me a little bit. I never felt threatened.”

  Brian squeezed Natalie’s hand. “Yeah, I don’t think the old guy would have let anything else happen. He seemed okay.”

  “I know…. Bruno would have tried more, and that skinny guy’s just a sleaze.”

  Their train pulled in. They went right to the dining car for an early lunch then both slept through most of the journey home.

  Natalie cuddled up and whispered from her husband’s shoulder. “I actually didn’t mind it, you know? It’s kind of sexy now that I think back.”

  “Yeah? Is it really?”

  “Uh huh…. What about all the photos he took – what are they going to do with them?”

  “I don’t think we have to worry. I’m sure Mr. Cullen won’t put them online or anything.”

  “No – I mean, do you think they’ll be looking at them and that?” Natalie whispered. “I kind of hope they do.”

  “Yeah – definitely. They’ll probably use them for stroking off – the dirty old men.”

  “Mmm – that’s sexy too…. What do you think, Brian – do you
mind if they do that?” Natalie squeezed her husband’s cock through his pants. It was already hard. It flexed. “Ahh – so you like that idea, huh?”

  “I don’t know – sort of, I guess….”

  ****

  The weekend adventure had the originally desired effect for Brian and Natalie. It certainly secured Brian’s job. They heard nothing from the Cullens over the next few weeks, but Brian’s supervisor was very helpful and supportive, getting him set up and organised with his new responsibilities.

  Natalie had not been able to get the idea of that weekend out of her mind. She was incredibly horny – all over her husband every chance she got, and she created chances too. She had just ridden Brian to a shared climax in the new Jeep they had bought with his increased salary. They were at the beach. It was late, and no other cars were nearby.

  Natalie tugged her skirt down and straightened her bikini top. “Do you ever still think about what we did, Brian?”

  Brian folded his used condom in a napkin. “About what?”

  “You know – when we went to visit your boss for that weekend.”

  “Oh, yeah, that reminds me. Bruno’s going to bring us a copy of the painting. He said it’s just a print. Mr. Cullen is keeping the original for his place.”

  Natalie’s cheeks and neck flushed. “Oh – so, he really did a painting? I thought they might have been tricking us about that.”

  “No – it’s for real. Bruno just got back from overseas. That’s why we haven’t heard anything about it. I think he might even be bringing it around tonight. He said as soon as he can, and I noticed he has more meetings across state from tomorrow night.”

  “Hmm – that’s interesting,” Natalie said, squeezing Brian’s hand. “Is he bringing it to our place?”

  “Yeah. I had to send him the address, so I guess so.”

  Natalie cuddled close. “What if I wore something sexy?” She kissed her husband’s lips. “What if we let him look at me again?”

  “But he didn’t say anything about that this time. Last time he did.”

  “No, but why didn’t he just give the picture to you at work or send it to us? Why does he want to deliver it in person? Maybe he’s hoping I wear something sexy.”