Young Wife Gets a Sensual Massage (First Cuckolding Book 2) Page 3

  They hurry to catch up, Jake jostling Marty and putting him in a headlock, Marty fighting back and winning with his superior strength. Anny catches up with the girls and leaves her husband with his best buddy. The river is only a short walk past the tent city. It’s a big sandy beach, which is too crowded, so the girls spread a blanket on a grassy hill. The guys leave them, stripping off shirts. Jake and Marty head up a rocky climb to a line-up of guys swinging off a rope and dropping into the water.

  “Are you coming for a swim?” Carmen asks Anny. She’s undressing.

  “I didn’t brink a bikini. I didn’t know there was going to be swimming.”

  “You can swim like that,” Olivia suggests.

  “No I don’t want to have to shower later either. I’m okay. You can go.”

  Olivia pulls off her top and skirt and hurries to catch up with Carmen. Anny sits happily watching everyone, her legs out for tanning, her top tugged up to expose her belly to the pleasant sunshine as well. There’s an older man sitting close to her right who keeps looking over. Anny smiles to herself and undoes another button between her breasts, the fabric of her top opening to reveal the pretty sky-blue lace of her underwear a little more. Her breasts swell quite prominently from her bra cups.

  The guy has been there all the time. It’s not as if he deliberately sat where he could check Anny out. There’s lots of stuff around him, and after a little while two teen boys come dripping and dry off, jabbering to their father about how much fun they’re having. They run back to the water.

  Anny slips her arms from the short sleeves of her knitted top and pulls her bra straps down to expose her shoulders for tanning. She blushes to herself as she lies over on her belly facing the man, showing him very deep cleavage, her nipples tight and only just concealed by the lace. He rests back on an elbow with his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses.

  After only a few minutes, Dave drops to his knees on the blanket beside her and has a drink from a water bottle. He spurts water on her back and laughs. She spins around giggling and complaining, instinctively holding an arm across her breasts, her bra sagging a little and her boobs nearly popping out the top. “Well give me a drink at least!” she scolds him. He hands her the bottle. She takes it and lowers her arm to let him have a better look, his eyes already fixed upon her chest. She waits for the silly comment but he just looks quietly. She feels her blush rise as she glances down then up at him.

  “Nice,” he says. “Pretty.”

  “Thanks…. I didn’t bring a bikini unfortunately,” she tells him.

  “Lucky for us.” His cheeky grin lights up this time but he takes off running and diving into the water.

  Anny brushes at her boobs and plucks carefully at her top and bra. Carmen and Olivia are sunning themselves on rocks and don’t appear to be planning on coming back anytime soon. Jake and Marty are continually climbing and having turns on the rope swing. Anny turns and lies propped on her elbows facing the older man again, letting him have another look at her breasts. Her nipples are peeping from the lacy cup now that she has tugged her bra down a bit. She checks and can see them quite clearly. The man rests back on an elbow facing her again.

  Anny remains there gazing at the people swimming and sunbathing, and showing the man her breasts. It’s a long time until his kids come back and she has to cover up. He gets them organized to leave. Anny meets his eyes without the sunglasses. He grins and she hides her face and blush. His boys run off along the trail leading back to the tent city. He approaches Anny. She peers up at him biting her grin. He hands her a tiny purple wild flower, his eyes moving to her cleavage and back again. “I don’t know quite what to say, miss. Have a flower and a nice day.”

  “Thank you,” Anny calls after him.

  “I’m John. I’m married,” he calls back.

  Anny giggles. “I’m Anny. I’m married too.”

  He waves. “See you around, Anny!”

  Anny waves to get her husband’s attention. He’s puffing and dripping wet when he drops to his knees beside her. She gives him Dave’s water bottle.

  He drinks and looks up from her boobs. “Wow, Anny!” His eyes are rolling down as he cranes his neck for a better look.

  “You like?” she asks teasingly.

  He nods and has another drink.

  “I just showed some older man. He had a really good look.”

  Jake looks around. “The one who was sitting there? I thought he was checking you out.”

  “Oh he was checking me out alright. When I lie on my front there’s a pretty good view.”

  It takes Jake a moment to respond. “So you showed him on purpose?”

  “Uh huh…. I couldn’t help myself, Jake. I just wanted to….”

  Jake sits beside her and looks around. “I wish I saw.”

  “You wish you saw? Like that you saw the guy looking at me?”

  “Definitely! Maybe you could do it again, but while I’m around to see?”

  Anny’s blush fires up. “You really want to see me show some guy my boobs?”

  “Yeah – but not full-on flashing or anything. Just if it was sort of sexy and discrete – letting some guy have a look like that.”

  “Yes exactly!” Anny agrees excitedly, squeezing her husband’s arm and cuddling up. “That’s exactly what it was like. That man was the only one who could see. No one walked past or anything. I was just showing HIM, and he knew it.”

  “Plus it’s easy to tell that’s a bra and not just a bikini. It’s even hot just like that with all the other chicks in swimmers.”

  “Oh yeah? Well do you want to help me make it show even more?”

  “How?” Jake asks, peering around again.

  “Can you adjust the clasp at the back of my bra for me? Move it to the third catch so it isn’t so tight.” Anny turns and lifts her top at the back. Jake fumbles her bra clasp undone and redoes it. Her bra loosens and the cups sag slightly.

  They both have a look. She presses her arms in and they can see her nipples. Anny whispers. “Do you want me to show that guy over there?” Jake glances. There’s a chubby guy about their age, maybe a bit younger, sitting alone. “If I lie facing him, he’ll be able to see everything…. Do you want me to show him?” Anny whispers.

  Jake nods. “Yes I want you to, Anny…. Let him have a look.”

  “Okay – just lie across there above me and keep your head forward. He’ll have a much better look if he doesn’t know we’re watching him.”

  Jake rests on his side looking at the river. Anny props on her elbows with her head turned too. She glances to see her breasts fully exposed. The guy is quite close. He does a double take and his gaze rests on Anny’s display. “He’s looking now,” she whispers.

  “I know. He’s just staring. Can he see your tits, Anny?”

  “Yes he can see all of them…. Should I stay like this for him – let him enjoy looking?”

  “Yeah – it’s making me want to fuck you,” Jake whispers back.

  Anny’s blush rises. “Me too…. Is that enough yet?”

  “No – a bit longer.”

  They wait together while the guy continues staring at Anny. Their fingers intertwine. Anny lifts for a kiss and Jake has a look at her tits as well. They press their foreheads together and remain kissing softly and looking into each other’s eyes. Suddenly Dave drops to his knees beside Anny, startling her. She has turned without thinking and her breasts are still exposed. Dave gets a good look at them before she covers up, his grin splitting his face.

  “Very nice,” he says, winking at Jake. He gives them beers and puts the rest of the pack in his cooler bag. “You coming back in, Jake? Come and do the swing thing with me after you drink that?”

  “Okay, man…. Thanks,” Jake says, saluting with the beer as Dave walks away.

  Anny turns back to him grimacing in fun. “Oops!”

  “Did he…?”

  “Yes he just got an eyeful.”

  “Oh well, he’s cool. I think Olivia goes top
less at the beach, or so he says.”

  Anny fixes her bra straps and top back into place, doing up a couple of buttons. She drinks her beer and is given two more while watching the guys on the rope swing. She likes looking at Dave. It’s undeniable that his big muscles are attractive. Marty has a nice upper body too, not as stocky but with defined muscle in his shoulders and arms. Jake and Phil are equally slight in build, with not an ounce of body fat between them that Anny can see. She’s petite enough herself to look good beside her husband, though. Plus she has studied men and believes that in 15 years the heavier young guys will usually become over weight while slightly built guys like Jake often fill a little and end up looking way better.

  The gang return and the party is moved along down the road to a small sports stadium where a line-up of amateur bands get the place rocking. Anny keeps accepting the drinks Jake is giving her. She was feeling tipsy after the beer. Now he has her drinking tequila. “Are you trying to get me drunk?”

  “Yeah, baby!” he cheers, walking backwards and stumbling over a seat, his tequila splashing down his front and setting everyone off laughing again.

  It’s a great night. Anny likes to get a buzz on at a party, but she’s way past that as they all stagger and sway back along the road to the camp site. Her head is absolutely spinning when it hits the pillow. Jake is worse. He crashes immediately. Anny tries to sit up but she’s woozy now. She manages to pull off her clothing and drag a nightie over her head then flops back down and closes her eyes, sleep overpowering the urge to throw up.

  A couple of guys walking by the window whooping it up wake her. She checks her phone to find it’s 3AM. She’s feeling okay in the stomach but her head is still spinning and she needs to go to the toilet. She steps into her sandals and hugs her arms around tight for the run to the amenities. The place is dead. She’s tripping over her feet, her legs wonky, the world on tilt. She quickly does her business and makes her way back to the cabin with her eyes virtually closed as she climbs the steps and sneaks back into bed.

  Jake is out to it, still facing the far wall. Anny goes back to sleep but feels him cuddling up, his breath pure alcohol fumes against the back of her neck. She’s slipping in and out of consciousness and thinking about showing her boobs at the river. She has a little rub of her pussy and smiles to herself about it as she pulls her nightie off. Jake is erect against her back, as usual. She enjoys a squirm and finds moisture inside her pussy. She tilts her pelvis and feels for her husband’s cock head. He obligingly thrusts and she guides him in. She’s not quite wet enough but she presses back onto thrusts until he’s fully seated inside of her. He pulls back then slides in again – easier this time. He holds her hip and starts fucking her.

  Anny hides her head in her pillow to get away from her husband’s alcohol fumes. He’s gripping her shoulder with one hand and her hip with his other. She tilts her pelvis, presenting herself to him. He drives up her hard and grinds against her, his cock probing so deep at this angle. She loves the feel of him but can’t keep awake enough to get very excited. She smiles to herself at the feel of him losing control and getting off in her, his cock feeling so huge and amazingly deep as it throbs and gushes cum.

  Anny’s dozing off now. She can feel her husband’s cock still quite firm inside of her. He continues to slow fuck her, cuddling to her back and feeling her breasts. She’s almost asleep when she feels him tense and ejaculate again, his hand on her tit squeezing hard as he nuzzles for her neck under the pillow. She puts up with his breath and rubs her face against his. He kisses her cheek but suddenly jerks back.

  “What the fuck?” he cries in a startled whisper. “Anny, what the fuck?”

  “Huh?” she turns in horror at the sound of that voice. “Phil? What…? Where’s…?”

  “Anny, what are you doing here?” He backs against the wall and turns on a lamp.

  Anny squints at the light, shielding her eyes. She doesn’t understand what’s happening. Her mind is whooshing. She looks around the room and doesn’t see her stuff. This isn’t her cabin. “Oh shit…. Phil, I um…. Oh shit.”

  “How did you get here, Anny? What’s happening?”

  “Um I went to the toilet…. I thought this was my…. Oh my god!”

  “Oh no, Anny, I thought you were Carmen. It was dark and I woke up and…. Oh shit, I’m so sorry.”

  Anny gulps. That wasn’t a dream and it was Phil behind her. “Oh my god – we…. Did we just do something?”

  “Yeah. God, I’m so sorry, Anny. I didn’t know it was you. Believe me – I didn’t know.”

  Anny can feel how wet she is between the legs. She has the bed cover pulled up to cover her breasts. “I think you came inside me,” she says, her head clearing a little, her heart still pounding.

  Phil’s nodding. “Yeah. I didn’t mean to.” He rubs his face, his hand over his mouth. “Are you safe at least, Anny? Are you on the pill?”

  “Yeah…. Yes I’m on the pill.” Anny shakes her head slowly, taking a breath and calming a little more. “Oh shit, Phil, this is crazy, isn’t it? I mean – it’s my fault not yours. It’s completely my fault.”

  “Yeah but it’s easy to get confused around here. I had enough trouble finding my own cabin just before…. Oh but you can’t tell Carmen! Please, Anny? We just had a fight. She went to sleep with Olivia. I thought you were her.”

  “She just wants you to take her with you, Phil.”

  “What?”

  “That’s what you were fighting about, right? About how she can’t go with you and you have to go right now?”

  “Yeah I guess – that’s pretty much it.”

  Anny rubs her nose, sniffling a burgeoning tear. “Just work it out, Phil. Wait for her. Find a way if you love her too.”

  Phil swallows hard. He nods, sucking in a breath. “Yeah I guess…. I’ll work it out somehow….” He presses hands to his temples. “This didn’t happen, Anny. Can we make it so this never happened?”

  Anny sniffles again. “Yep. That’s what I’m thinking.” She feels her pussy. She’s open and dripping. She giggles hopelessly. “Damn it, Phil, you got me good.”

  “Yeah – sorry about that,” he says again, grinning a little too. “Don’t know if I want to totally forget about this to be honest.”

  Anny shakes her head, rolling her eyes. “I’ll bet…. I’m glad you’re leaving the state now even if Carmen isn’t.” She wipes her wet fingers on her leg and finds her nightie hanging off the edge of the bed. “So I hope YOU were safe. You don’t screw around, do you?”

  “No! Hell no!” His gaze lowers to her chest then back up.

  Anny feels her blush rise. “I’m definitely not going to tell anyone…. I don’t know what to do about Jake exactly. Even if I have to tell him, he certainly won’t be telling anyone.”

  “Yeah, I guess…. You guys are married. That’s kind of serious, so I can understand you might need to talk about it…. Just make sure he knows I was asleep minding my own business, okay?”

  Anny giggles again, her chest lightening more. “I’ll make sure he knows that, Phil.” She feels another blush tingle through her cheeks. “Plus I don’t want to totally forget either, to be honest.”

  He smiles. “You don’t?”

  “No…. I’m glad it was a completely honest mistake, but it was nice too.”

  He grins cheekily this time. “I could have done better.”

  She glares back at him. “Settle down, stud!... Anyway, I think it was pretty good for drunk sex.” Her cheeks heat again. “You felt nice inside me like that…. I can’t believe how wet I am from you right now.”

  “Wet? From me?”

  “Uh huh. From your cum….” Anny bites a lip. “Did you cum twice? I’m not sure which part I just dreamed…. I think you were really deep in me.”

  He stares back at her. His eyes are intense now. “You were so relaxed…. I was all the way up you for that first load. The second one I was kind of only half way hard and slipping out a bit…. You felt
so tight and sexy – I came pretty hard both times.”

  Anny breaks away from his eyes and sorts out her nightie. She pulls it in the right way, allowing the bed clothes to fall away and reveal her breasts. Phil’s looking at them. “Aw fuck,” he groans under his breath. Anny’s blush rises and she bites her grin. She has her nightie sorted but just fiddles with it and waits. She meets Phil’s eyes again and reaches up to rake her matted curls.

  “It felt really nice when you were cumming in me that first time…. I thought it felt deeper than usual…. I like the thought of having your cum in my belly right now as well as it making me all gooey between the legs” Anny pulls on her nightie and slips from beneath the bed cover. She stands facing Phil to rake her curls back again. She feels a trickle of cum down her leg.

  Phil’s looking at her down there. “Aw fuck. That’s from me?”

  She nods. He’s on his knees holding his erection to one side. A slurp of cum splashes on the floor between her feet. She presses the bottom of her nightie against her pussy. “I’d better go and clean up or something,” she utters softly.

  “You’d better before I grab you,” he says, again meeting her eyes with that intensity she isn’t entitled to.

  “You’re not allowed to grab me. It wouldn’t be an accident anymore.” Anny crosses her thighs, her nightie wedged between them, cum trickling down to her knee. “Can I have some of your water, please?”

  He hands her his water bottle. She rocks back against the wall to stop from falling over, her head spinning with the seeming resurgence of her drunkenness.

  “Are you okay to walk?”

  “Yeah – just need a minute.”

  He gets up and steps close, slipping an arm around her waist. She leans against him and grips a shoulder. “I never noticed until your hair – it’s so long,” he says. She closes her eyes as his hand lifts and cups her breast. “Yours are a bit bigger but I never noticed when I was feeling them.” Anny rocks back against the wall again, her hands in her hair as Phil feels her tits. She’s