Wife Shared with Dirty Old Men (First Cuckolding Book 7) Page 4

  The picture’s likeness to Natalie was amazing. She was lying on the couch with one arm bent above her head, the other draped to the floor. The angle was from above and beyond her feet. One leg was bent up slightly and her thighs were a little apart. Her pussy was distinguishable through her pubic hair, but lewdly so.

  Bruno rested back on the arm of the lounge. He kept Natalie close, his hand lowering to her hip. “This is half size. The original painting is on my father’s living room wall. It’s life size.” He stroked her distractedly, his thick fingers tracing around the high-cut edge of her panties and down the front of her thigh then back again. “Aren’t you glad you decided to pose now, love?”

  “Yes – it’s wonderful. I love it,” Natalie cried.

  Bruno grinned at her, their heads level, with him sitting. “It was my idea…. Do I get a little kiss as reward?”

  “Um….” Natalie’s eyes widened as he pressed his lips to hers again.

  Brian watched their mouths mash together, then they parted, and Bruno licked his lips and pressed them to Natalie’s again.

  He released her and winked at Brian. His big hand was wrapped around her outer thigh, his fingers almost touching her little camel toe as he pulled her close again.

  Natalie touched his side, both arms raised there and her hands pressed gently to him. She sucked his saliva from her lips. Her eyes were glazed as she peered at his face.

  “How about making your boss a coffee before I go?” Bruno said to Brian.

  Natalie glanced and met Brian’s look. She gave a tiny nod, and he then hurried to the kitchen and quickly got cups and sugar ready. There was a pot of coffee already brewed.

  He heard Bruno chuckle. “Just one more little one, eh?”

  Brian spied through the servery window and saw the older man kiss his wife again. He lifted her chin and met her lips softly, then he extended his tongue and pressed to her more firmly. Brian watched anxiously. The kiss went on longer this time.

  He quickly poured the coffees and took them on a tray.

  Bruno was leaning back with his head tilted. Brian saw he had his finger hooked in the front of Natalie’s panties, stretching them away from her belly. He tossed a glance at Brian. “We’re just checking likeness.”

  Natalie bit her lip as she met Brian’s eyes. She blushed a little then hooked her thumbs in her waist band and lowered her panties.

  “That’s better,” Bruno groaned.

  “Uh huh,” Natalie uttered. She left the tiny garment mid-thigh and lifted her top up to her neck, placing a hand on Bruno’s shoulder as he took her by the waist and looked at her. “I think it’s a very nice likeness of me,” Natalie said softly.

  “Yeah – quite,” Bruno said, and he lifted his hands and felt her breasts, thumbing her nipples. “That’s better….” He then held her shoulder with one hand and reached down her belly with the other. He winked at Brian again, grinning as he did that, and he felt Natalie’s pussy, rubbing back and forth through her slit then inserting his thick middle finger into her.

  Natalie moaned and slumped against him. He slowly worked her with his hand, his finger sliding in and out. He took her mouth again, his tongue extending to lash and swirl around hers. She went into orgasm quickly.

  “There you go, love – that’s it,” he whispered to her.

  Brian watched him guide her back onto the lounge. He thought his boss was going to fuck his wife, but he didn’t. He just took out a big thick cock and stroked it while looking down at her. “Just like in the painting,” he said, guiding Natalie’s arm back above her head and the other one to the floor. “That’s it, love – just like that,” he groaned, stroking faster now.

  Brian watched in amazement. Natalie stared at the older man’s big cock with her eyes still glazed. Bruno gasped, and his fat body tensed and jerked, then thick creamy ropes of cum lashed Natalie’s belly and tits. The huge man slumped over her, gripping the back of the lounge while squeezing the last drops from his spent penis.

  He bent right down and kissed Natalie again. He squeezed her face and searched her mouth with his tongue while Brian stood there at the back of the lounge watching intently. He gripped his penis, collecting a final dribble of cum, and he touched Natalie’s lips, putting his finger in her mouth when they parted and wiping the semen on her tongue.

  Bruno quickly fixed his trousers. “Not a word of this….” he said to Brian.

  Brian nodded urgently.

  The older man left without looking back and closed the door behind him.

  Natalie got up on her elbows looking down at herself.

  “Shit. What was that?” Brian gasped. “What a whack job!”

  Natalie’s eyes lifted. She giggled.

  “Are you okay, honey?”

  “I’m fine,” she said, shrugging. She spread the semen around a bit then sucked her fingers.

  “Aw – don’t do that.”

  She bit a lip, peering up again, then collected some more cum with her fingers and sucked them. “It tastes different to yours, Brian.”

  Brian sat beside her on the edge of the lounge. He touched her belly, rubbing the gooey stuff over her skin. She just watched him do it. He rubbed it into her tits, then she took his hand and sucked his fingers.

  “This is freaky,” Brian said.

  “Uh huh…. It’s freaky exciting.” She licked his palm and cleaned between his fingers. “I loved the way he kissed me. It was so wet. When he did it the last time, lying down, he was just dripping in my mouth…. Did you see the way he fingered me, Brian? I came so fast – I couldn’t help it.”

  “How did he do that?”

  “I don’t know. It was the way he rubbed me inside.” Natalie sat up. “Did you like that too, Brian – watching him with me like that?”

  “Yeah – I liked it a lot. It was amazing.”

  “Ooh, I want more, Brian…. Let’s see if Mr. Taylor’s there. I’ll put my frock on. Bring the coffee, okay?”

  ****

  The old neighbour was there reading his paper in the morning sun as usual. Brian sat down. Natalie picked up her coffee and took it to the balcony rail, smiling but not saying anything.

  “Is he looking?” Brian whispered.

  Natalie nodded, blushing. “He’s definitely looking,” she replied, just mouthing the words.

  A gust of breeze billowed her dress and revealed to Brian she wasn’t wearing panties. She put down her mug and smiled as she tugged the elastic of her frock higher, folding it. When she stood her pussy was exposed. She turned to face the rail, and she reached back, raking her hair and fiddling with it.

  Brian craned his neck and saw the old man staring up over his glasses. There was another man across the courtyard watching from his balcony. He went inside and appeared walking from the building carrying a bucket. He was about 50, Brian figured. He backed his car out of his garage and parked it below their balcony. There was a community hose there, and he started washing his car. Brian could see him from where he was sitting. He was continually watching Natalie. She turned back and forth, just smiling at Brian. They couldn’t talk without being overheard. Another older man appeared leaning on a balcony rail across the courtyard.

  Natalie leaned close to whisper, “There’s so many.”

  “That guy down there’s checking you from behind now.”

  “I know, and Mr. Taylor’s just staring at me…. When I look down he nods and smiles.”

  There was a knock at the door. Brian went to check and found it was Micky. “Hey, man.”

  “Hey – I spoke to my boss. He said we can go with him today if you want. He’s going across to Coral Island.”

  “Shit! No kidding! We can go with him?”

  “Yeah – just for the day. We’ll be back tonight.”

  “Oh – it’s only you!” Natalie teased, coming into the lounge to see who was visiting.

  Micky poked out his tongue. She clawed his ribs, and when he wriggled away she grabbed him and wrestled him onto the lounge. She tickled him a bit but gave in quickly when he fought back. He got her onto her back and attacked her belly. She tucked her legs up, and he was then tickling her underneath her frock. She wriggled and squirmed until the garment was above her breasts. She then watched Micky’s face as he looked at her body. She was still panting. He slowly looked from her tits to her pussy.

  Natalie gradually caught her breath. She had her arms raised, and she wound fingers in her hair. Her frock slipped a little, but she gathered it back up above her breasts and clutched it there.

  Micky touched her ribs again, feeling them softly that time. He traced a line down to her belly and circled her navel. Her skin quivered as he traced lower. He touched her pubic hair, feeling it softly. He flashed a glance at Brian, but Brian stood mesmerized and didn’t look away from his hand.

  Micky looked closer at what he was doing. Natalie remained lying with her head turned to the side. Micky searched through her scant little bush and found her opening. Natalie moved her leg slightly, parting her thighs. Micky found her slit and spread her labia. She moaned softly.

  “It’s really wet again,” Micky said.

  Natalie uttered, “Uh huh.”

  Micky held her labia open with his free hand and touched the inflamed tissue, testing it. He rubbed moisture between his thumb and fingers.

  Natalie sat up suddenly and lowered her frock. She was then facing Micky. She reached beneath the skirt and held his gaze while doing something under there. “Uhh..hh,” she moaned softly, biting her lip.

  “Oh, wow,” Micky said. “Wow – that’s nice.”

  Natalie met Brian’s eyes. He couldn’t see what was happening. Her frock was draped over their hands. She clung to Micky’s arm. Her eyes slowly closed and opened again, her mouth opening too.

  “But what should I do?” Micky asked her.

  “Like that’s nice,” she told him.

  “It’s so wet in there – so hot too.”

  “Uh huh….”

  Micky checked with Brian again.

  “I think that’s nearly enough, man.”

  Micky nodded. “Okay – but thanks for letting me.” He looked from Brian to Natalie.

  She claimed his arm and held him in place. She looked to Brian. “Just a little bit longer, okay?” She then felt in under the skirt of her frock and repositioned Micky somehow. She pulled his arm forward. “Uhh..hh,” she moaned raggedly, her eyes wide as she looked to Brian again.

  “Is that okay? Does it hurt?” Micky asked.

  “No – it doesn’t hurt. But just with two fingers, not with three. Three’s too many.”

  “It’s amazing how slippery it is.” Micky checked with Brian again. “And you’re allowed to do this anytime you want….”

  “Not exactly anytime.”

  “Yeah, but you’re married, so if she says yes, you can do it…. Do you ever do it to her in bed?”

  Brian met Natalie’s eyes, but they were out of focus. She was cuddling Micky’s arm with her head resting on his shoulder, her legs bent up and crossed Indian style. His hand was slowly moving back and forth under her skirt. Brian could hear the wet squelching sound of him fingering her.

  She suddenly took a breath. “It helps if you kiss the girl when you’re doing this, Micky.”

  “Does it?”

  “Yes.” Natalie sat up and faced him. She pulled her frock down, revealing her breasts. Micky ogled them. She smiled. “Now lay me down and kiss me nicely, and keep fingering me while you do it.”

  She rested back with Micky bending down to her. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips to hers.

  “Open your mouth a bit, Micky. Keep doing that down there and poke your tongue in my mouth.”

  Brian watched the kiss. Natalie was parting her lips. Micky was sticking his tongue in. His hand was still moving between her legs, easier now that he had more room, it seemed. Brian was behind the lounge. He leaned toward the end to have a look. Natalie’s frock was crumpled and covering her pussy and Micky’s hand. Brian lifted it and saw his buddy had two fingers sawing in and out of his wife’s wet open gash. He checked on their kissing again and saw Natalie’s eyes roll as Micky forced his tongue deep into her mouth.

  “I can’t help dribbling,” he said to her.

  “Uh huh…. That’s okay – I like it when you dribble.”

  Natalie clutched his arm and ground herself down onto his fingers. Her belly clenched, an orgasm obviously thumping through it. She pushed Micky’s hand away and closed her legs. “That’s enough now….”

  She got up, leaving Micky with a cushion pressed in place again. She looked from there to her husband. “What if I sat on Micky’s lap for a minute – what do you think?”

  Brian blushed. “Do you mean—”

  Natalie nodded. “Just quickly?”

  Micky peered from Natalie to Brian. “What do you mean?”

  Natalie knelt on the lounge and reached for Brian over the backrest. She took his hand and pulled him close. “It wouldn’t be fair not to, don’t you think?”

  “Not to what?” Micky asked, his face red.

  Brian huffed a breath. “I don’t know – I suppose….”

  “Just to let him finish,” Natalie said softly to her husband. She peered down at their friend. “Do you want to finish, Micky?”

  “Finish? Do you mean…?”

  “Yeah – just quickly, if I sit on your lap…. Would you like to be inside me – to finish in me? ”

  Micky’s face reddened further. “Um…. Yeah, I want to.”

  Natalie looked to her husband again. “It would be purely physical, Brian. Just to let him experience cumming inside a woman’s pussy…. He’s obviously hard, and I’m really wet. It’s seems just natural for me to submit and let him – as a female.

  “Okay,” Brian’s face flushed. He nodded. “I’ll go get a condom,” he said and went to the bedroom.

  ****

  Natalie took the cushion from Micky and straddled his lap, lifting the folds of her frock. “Take out your dick.”

  Micky complied speedily. His member was stiff, a little shorter than Brian’s but considerably thicker. Natalie gripped it. He sucked in a breath, his eyes bulging. Brian returned and handed her the condom.

  She bit the packet open and rolled it on. “You have to wear one of these because I’m not on the pill, okay? Otherwise I’d let you cum inside me properly.”

  Micky nodded and gulped.

  Natalie lifted and moved forward, positioning his erection and sinking down onto it. She met Brian’s eyes, catching a breath as the feel of being penetrated washed through her. She was still on edge from her orgasm. She ground hard against the base of the lovely thick cock inside of her, and it soon resurged and pulsed through her belly.

  Micky had already ejaculated. He was clinging to her with his head to one side and squashed against her breasts, his thin body taut and quivering.

  “There – all done,” Natalie said softly, kissing the top of his head. “You’re not a virgin anymore, Micky….” She held the base of the condom in place and lifted from him. She giggled. “Nice effort, Micky. That’s a lot of cum.”

  He grinned. “Is it?”

  “Is there always that much when you do it by yourself?”

  He blushed.

  Natalie smiled as she carefully removed the condom. “Well, is there?”

  Micky shrugged. “I don’t know…. I usually have a towel.”

  Natalie moved from his lap and lay back on the couch holding up the condom and toying with the full end. Micky was looking at her pussy. She gathered her frock higher, under her breasts, and laid the condom on her belly. She blushed up at Brian and lifted the end, spilling some of the semen. It pooled in her belly button and she rubbed it around. “It’s good for your skin,” she explained to both guys staring.

  Natalie bit down on her grin and blushed as she lifted the end of the condom and let the rest of the semen drip from it. She wiped the gooey mess down lower, through her little bush, and she cupped her pussy and poked a finger inside as she spread it down there. “Mmm – nice,” she cooed, rubbing back up over her belly and under her frock. She then held the condom up and squeezed the last of the semen from it, dripping it up high, and she uncovered her breasts and rubbed it in with both hands. She massaged it in then wiped her hands over her face. “Thank you, Micky,” she said sweetly and licked and sucked her fingers. She picked up the condom again and pushed her fingers through, turning it inside-out.

  “Aw yeah,” Micky groaned as she pushed it into her mouth and sucked it.

  She peered at him, blushing a little deeper. “You taste nice.” She met her husband’s eyes. “He tastes nice and strong, Brian.”

  ****

  An hour later the three of them were climbing down a ladder to a small cabin cruiser. Mr. Chino was a dark skinned Italian man with curly grey hair. Brian had been on a boat once for a run along the river from the marina. This time they were going out to sea, which was exciting. Coral Island was about a half hour cruise directly off the mainland. It was a popular holiday spot.

  “Come on, love,” Mr. Chino said with a grin, waiting for Natalie to climb down.

  Natalie had put on panties and a yellow bikini top, and had the bikini bottoms in her bag. She backed onto the ladder with the breeze billowing her wrap. Standing behind Mr. Chino, Brian saw a flash of her little white-with-pink-spots panties. Mr. Chino took hold of her waist and guided her to the deck, his gnarled old hands gripping her firmly. “Thank you, Mr. Chino,” she said sweetly.

  Micky gathered the ropes, and Mr. Chino backed the boat away from the dock and powered through the marina. Brian followed Natalie up to watch the old man drive.

  “Come – come,” he said with a big grin. “You want to drive?” he offered Brian.

  “I don’t know how.”

  “It’s easy. We go that way. You steer.”

  Brian took the wheel, thrilled to be driving a boat for the first time in his life.

  “It’s good, yeah?”

  “It’s great! I love this!”

  “Enjoy. Have fun. I take over when we see the island, okay?”

  Natalie squeezed in between the two seats, beside her husband.

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