Young Wife Shared on a Desert Island (First Cuckolding Book 5) Read online

  Justine challenged her husband with a mock glare. “That’s because I enjoy doing it, Steven. I learned how to make it feel nice for guys back at school…. I could tell how much Jasper liked it too!”

  She grabbed Steven’s belly again. He laughed and held her arms away. He then grabbed for her ribs and made her shriek and squirm, but he held on and pulled her close. He was tall and lanky. He wrapped a thin arm around her from behind, and she stopped struggling and rested back against him.

  They were facing Paul. Steven remained quiet and moved his hand from clutching her side to cup her breast. Justine swallowed and held a breath as he felt her, squeezing then isolating her nipple. She relaxed her arms, reaching back to hold his hips.

  “Is this okay?” he asked, his voice a dry whisper.

  Justine looked to Paul. She nodded. “Yes, it’s okay,” she uttered.

  “It’s better inside her dress…. Feel down the front,” Paul said, and Justine’s face heated instantly.

  Steven complied. He wormed his fingers beneath the tight elasticated fabric and squeezed Justine’s left tit bare. She let escape a ragged breath, squirming back against his erection. “Um…. Steven!” she moaned softly as he moved to her right breast and felt it as well. He groped and squeezed, rolling her nipple between his fingers. His other hand was on her belly. She gripped his wrist and pushed it lower, pressing her thighs together as he instinctively found the slit between her pussy lips. He rubbed her through the skirt of her dress and her panties, which she had worn to discourage Jasper from venturing down there.

  “Should we go for a walk, Steven?” she asked back over her shoulder. “Are you ready?”

  “I’m ready!”

  Justine took his hand and leaned down to whisper into Paul’s ear. “Won’t be long, okay?”

  Paul nodded and squeezed her other hand as she passed down the steps.

  Jasper walked around the corner of the cabin. “Ooh, yeah! Go for it, Stevo.”

  “I am!” Steven called back. “I’m getting it now, Jasper!”

  Justine shook her head, blushing. “Don’t listen to him, Steven….”

  “Why? Jasper’s the man,” the young guy replied cheekily, and he clutched Justine’s ribs, making her squeal. Then he grabbed her around the waist and tickled her some more. She doubled over, laughing and squirming with her arms pinned tight against her sides. He attacked her knees, and as she tried to hold his arms away, he put a hand up the skirt of her frock. She clamped an arm across her belly but he wormed beneath, and she relaxed her arm as, instead of tickling, he felt her tits.

  “But, Steven!” she complained softly. They had reached the trail to the beach but were still within sight of the cabin. Paul and the other two men were watching, their heads raised. Justine leaned on a branch of a small tree. She held it with one hand. Where she had her other arm across her body, she gathered the folds of her bunched-up frock and held it there. Steven was kissing her shoulder and still groping her breasts. His other hand was upon her hip, touching the waistband of her panties. They were exposed to the men watching.

  “Go, Stevo!” Jasper called out.

  Steven pressed into her groin more deliberately. He felt around to the front of her panties, rubbing her landing strip then searching lower into her moist heat. She released her frock and felt back to his hip, pulling him against her.

  “Not inside, okay? Just through my panties….”

  “Okay,” he breathed into her neck, still kissing her there as he pinched and rolled a nipple and poked into her slit with his long, thin fingers.

  Justine felt his package. He was hard, his dick vertical. “Oh, wow! Steven!” It was extremely long – kind of slender, but longer than any Justine had felt before.

  “I know…. It’s pretty big, huh?”

  “It’s huge! Oh, my God. You’ll have to be careful when you get a real girlfriend.”

  “I know. Uncle Thomas told me about that.”

  “Thomas did?”

  “Yeah, because he’s like this too. But my dad isn’t, so I must have got it from Mum and Uncle Thomas’ side.”

  Justine squeezed it. He thrust against her hand. “Um…. It’s nearly happening,” he groaned.

  “Okay…. Can you walk? Can we go somewhere?” she asked him.

  “Um. It’s close, though, Justine. Sorry!”

  “No, that’s okay…. Just there, then….” She urged him behind the tree and got on her knees.”

  “Ooh, yeah!” Jasper called out. “Give it to her, Stevo!”

  Justine pulled the front of his shorts and underpants down and quickly took him in her mouth. He gripped her hair and thrust. She kept a hold on his shaft so he didn’t go down her throat. He jiggled and humped her hand and mouth for a minute then held firm, groaning as his cock flexed and pulsed, heavy bursts of semen gushing against the back of her mouth.

  Justine swallowed softly, holding the tapered head of Steven’s cock in her mouth, her eyes closed and his hand now at rest upon the back of her head. She felt the underside of the glans with her tongue, teasing the eyelet, which was still dribbling cum with each soft throb. She swallowed again and kissed the tip of his dick. The shaft had softened. She released it from her fist and held it up to kiss her way down to his sac. It was lightly haired, his balls tight within it. She nuzzled them and kissed each one softly. He was watching intently. She smiled up at him.

  “I love you now, Justine.”

  She giggled. “I’ve actually heard that before while doing this, Steven.”

  He smiled. “Well, it feels like I do.”

  “That’s good. And I love you too while we’re playing like this.”

  She kissed her way back along his shaft and sucked the head into her mouth. She took him deeper, until he was pressing into her throat. She couldn’t go any further – had never been able to do that. She had taken most of his length, though, and she slowly bobbed her head back and forth, letting him slide in and out until he became hard again. She then used her hand and stroked fast over the swollen head. She kept him wet and jerked him to another climax, capturing the head of his cock in her mouth as he began to ejaculate.

  He produced another three or four heavy spurts, and she closed her eyes and let the thick, gooey pool seep into her throat. She cupped his balls and held them softly, kissing the reddened dome of his cock again. “Is that better?” she asked sweetly, peering up at him.

  “That was awesome, Justine. That’s the best thing ever!”

  “Okay – well, I’ll do that for you from now on, while we’re stuck here…. But not every five minutes. Maybe once each day or something, unless I’m not in the mood for sexy fun – like at that time of the month.”

  Steven blushed. “Oh…. That time!”

  Justine got up, brushing at her grassy knees. “So, you know about girl’s stuff, do you?”

  “A bit…. We had classes at school. Plus with my sisters. They get cranky, I’ve noticed.”

  “Hmm – well, so do I. So, you’ll know when not to bother me for blowjobs, won’t you?”

  He chuckled. “Yep. I’ll know alright…. But how will I know when to ask on usual days?”

  “Well, I was thinking about that.” Justine raked her hair and fixed it with a cloth ribbon she had made. “I was thinking it might be best if you men knew what to expect… I mean – it’s not very romantic to have it all planned, but it’s not about romance. So, I was thinking if it was Jasper in the morning, you in the afternoon and Thomas after dinner – or something like that. So, that way, you’d know I’m going to do it for you after lunch, and you wouldn’t have to be hanging around wondering at any other time…. Does that sound silly?”

  Steven shook his head emphatically. “Nope. It sounds perfect…. There’s no question what’s happening, and no one can take anyone’s turn.”

  Justine giggled. “Taking your turn, huh? It sounds naughty when you say it like that.”

  He shrugged. “But that’s what it is.”

 
“Yeah – I guess…. And you guys will have to let my husband and I go to bed early some nights so we can have our turn.”

  “Yep. Definitely! Just tell me when to get lost, and I will.”

  “Okay – now I just have to explain all of that to the others somehow….”

  ****

  Justine held her husband’s gaze as she walked toward him still sitting on the steps. She wrung her hands in front, trying to read his expression. His lips curved slightly upward. She smiled.

  Jasper was leaning on the rail. “How’d you go, Stevo – get a good load off?”

  Steven held up two fingers.

  “Two loads?” Jasper cried.

  “Yep. It was awesome!”

  Thomas came out with a cup of tea for Justine.

  “Thank you, Thomas…. I need to eat something too. I need something else in my stomach besides all you guys’ gooey stuff.” She sipped some tea, which felt nice going down. “I was just saying to Steven – I think we should do this after meals from now on. I won’t mind if you guys each have a set time for your sexy fun. At least I’d know what was happening, and so would you…. Unless that sounds silly?”

  “I like that,” Thomas replied quickly. “That’s clear and simple.” He shrugged. “Can I be in the evening? At my age, testosterone levels rise toward night time. I’m not much good in the morning these days.”

  Jasper grinned. “I’ll go first…. Love a morning BJ.”

  Justine met Steven’s smile. He shrugged. “Just like you said.” He looked up at the other men. “And we all have to get lost when Justine and Paul want to do it at night.”

  Thomas chuckled. Jasper winked at Paul. “Fair enough, buddy.”

  Paul nodded and gave a shrug. “Yep – sounds fair to me.”

  Justine squeezed his arm. She was sitting beside him, cuddling it. “This is going to be great,” she said to him. “It’s going to be fun.”

  “What about for you though, love – will you be okay with giving oral so often? There’s nothing wrong with a good old hand job, you know?”

  Justine giggled. “I know…. Maybe a bit of one – a bit of the other…. I won’t mind unless it’s my time of the month. That should be next week, so I might be unavailable for a few days. I usually get cramps and that. It’s pretty yucky.”

  “We’ve got plenty of pain killers yet, and there’s a hot water bottle.”

  “Really? That will be great at night.”

  “Yeah – I found one on top of the pantry, love. Probably some other lady here with the same idea. My Margie used to swear by the old hot water bottle.”

  “I know. They’re brilliant. Thank you, Thomas. You’re so considerate.”

  “Yeah – sucking up,” Jasper scoffed. “He knows he’s next.”

  They all laughed. Justine left them to go and find food. Thomas sat her down at the table and served her fish soup and his quite yummy dough biscuits for lunch. He had developed a recipe for the biscuits over a number of failed attempts. They were pretty good now.

  Paul had gardening to do. Jasper had wood to cut. Steven went fishing for the afternoon.

  When Justine finished her lunch, Thomas cleared away her bowl. “So, I should be ready for our liaison after dinner tonight?” he asked, grinning.

  “Uh huh…. Do you mind waiting? It will be nicer for me if we wait a few hours. I’m not used to swallowing so much semen in one day.”

  “That’s fine, love. I’m happy to wait. The anticipation is very exciting, and like I said – I perform much better in the evening.”

  Justine smiled up at the older man as he approached behind her. He placed his hands upon her shoulders and pressed his thumbs either side of her spine. Her head rocked forward. “Mmm – that feels so nice.”

  He began massaging her, working the tension from her shoulders and upper back. Her shoulder strings were hanging down. She slipped her arms through as Thomas adjusted the top of her dress, tugging it down a little. He rested her forward over the table and resumed massaging her back, working lower now and kneading the muscles either side of her spine down to the base. Her breasts popped out the top of her dress, but she remained bent down with them pressed against the table.

  Thomas rubbed up her sides and down as far as her hips. He then returned to her neck, and she sat up, lifting the top of her dress to cover herself. “Is that all nice and soothed now, love?”

  “It’s wonderful. Thank you, Thomas.”

  “It’s much better with oils. You have lovely soft skin, though.”

  She rested back in the chair as he rubbed down her chest. He used only one hand and slipped it down the front of her frock. He felt her left breast, covering it with his hand and kneading it. “There’s not really a muscle group here, love. It’s more for stimulation.”

  “Uh huh….”

  “You have very responsive nipples.” He tweaked that one then moved to the other, just kneading the back of her neck with his other hand.

  Justine opened her eyes to see Paul watching from the window. She held his gaze while the older man continued feeling her up. He swept both hands down between her tits and cupped them, her frock slipping down to her waist. He then claimed both of her nipples and pinched them a little harder. “Is that okay, love?”

  “Uh huh….”

  He pinched harder, twisting as well. “And that?”

  “Mmm – not too hard, though?”

  He relented and resumed massaging her breasts and gently caressing her nipples. He concentrated on one, squeezing her boob and running a fingertip around the areola. He wet his finger and used his saliva to make it slippery and cool. She met Paul’s gaze again. He was watching what Thomas was doing. Thomas leaned down and suckled that nipple. She caught her breath and nursed his head. He sucked half her tit into his mouth and lashed the nipple with his tongue. She moaned her pleasure at the tantalising sensation that sent through her entire body.

  His hand closed over her thigh. It moved upward and squeezed again. He moved to her other tit and sucked hard then lashed the nipple, swirling his tongue around it and flicking over it. His hand moved again, his long bony fingers kneading and pressing against the edge of her underwear. “Um – Thomas….”

  “I know, love…. Just your little clitty through your panties, okay?” He found her clit and rolled a fingertip around it. It was engorged and needed petting badly.

  “Uhh..hhh,” she moaned raggedly as he pressed more firmly and isolated it.

  “You can have a nice little orgasm if you like, love…. Clit and nipples – do you like them like that?”

  “Uh huh – I like that,” Justine said, gripping his head and squirming against the teasingly soft ministrations of his fingers down below. She checked on Paul. He was still watching but wouldn’t have been able to see what was happening beneath the table. The lashing of the older man’s tongue and pressure of his fingers against her clit soon sent her over the edge into orgasm. She disguised it from Paul as best she could, her belly clenching nicely, but Thomas seemed to know enough to ease up when she became too sensitive. Both her nipples and clit were alight with exquisite sensations of pleasure.

  Thomas lifted from her breasts, pulling her frock up to cover them. She peered up at him and instinctively parted her lips as he pressed his to them. He kissed her softly, lingering a few seconds and touching her lower lip with his tongue. She bit that lip when he lifted from her. She added a blush and half smile.

  Paul cleared his throat from the doorway. Justine blushed at him too, tugging her frock up a bit straighter.

  “Sorry – were you um…?”

  “No – not that. Not until after dinner,” Justine said. “I was just getting treated to another nice massage for now.”

  “Yes – mostly therapeutic – a little bit of sensual,” Thomas added, rubbing her shoulders. “She’s hard to resist being sensual with, isn’t she?”

  “Yes, that’s true. She’s a sensual girl,” Paul said.

  “Indeed,” Thomas went on
smoothing down her front once more. He felt her tits again. She reached up to the back of his neck. He slid his hands down her dress and felt her bare. “Very hard to resist,” he went on.

  “Hmm – but you have to wait until tonight now,” Justine uttered catching her dress and pulling it back up.

  Thomas patted Paul’s shoulder on his way out the door. Paul took a seat at the table with Justine. “Did he just finger you, sweetheart?”

  “No, he just rubbed me down there – just through my panties.”

  Paul nodded slowly. “So, they’ve all gone that far now…. Have any of them actually fingered you yet?”

  “Not yet…. Are they allowed to?”

  He took her hand, holding her fingers and stroking with his thumb. He looked up from the table. “I thought you got it exactly right, baby. I like that you drew the line at no ‘full sex’ and that you’ve got them organized so that they’re not going to be hanging around trying to get onto you every five minutes.” Paul grimaced. “It’s pretty freaky just watching them with you. It’s like a frigging dream or something – like it’s not even real.”

  “A dream or a nightmare?”

  “No – a dream! It’s freaky but not in a bad way. Except with Jasper a little bit – but I’m getting used to it.”

  “I know…. We couldn’t stop him going first, could we?” Justine uttered. “He’s so pushy.”

  “Yeah – it was hard waiting out there that first time when he took you inside. Then it was so quiet, and it took so long before you came back out.”

  Justine blushed. “It’s because he kept holding back. He kept getting close then making me go slow – letting him build up more…. He only came the once, but it was pretty huge. I was starting to get my achy jaw, so it was a relief when he finally came, and I just had to swallow it all for him.” Justine made a mock yucky face to illustrate how she remembered the big mouthful of cum Jasper had fed her. “But Steven was the opposite. He came so fast! Then I let him have another turn to make sure he finished satisfied…. I can’t believe how much semen I’ve swallowed so far today. But it’s fine. I think I’ll be fine doing this each day. I’ll just have to use my hand more sometimes and only take them into my mouth when they’re ready to cum.”