AUTHOR = JAX
E-MAIL = jax@jaustin1.fsnet.co.uk
| EDITOR's NOTE - Previous parts to this story can be found at: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, and Part 5. |
Okay, now I've finished writing about the true stories of my ex-wife, so from here on in it must all be a flight of fancy on my part. Once again I've decided to tell the story from her point of view.
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I woke up and stretched, the view through my bedroom window showed me that it was once again a glorious day. What I fancied was a walk along the river and to watch the boats go by. I got up and showered, humming to myself -- the sun can do that to you. Once I was dry I went naked to my dresser and thought about what I was going to wear. I pulled on a clean pair of white bikini briefs then rummaged in my drawers and found my white hipster jeans. Perfect, I thought, and pulled them on up over my thighs. I turned and looked at myself in the full length mirror and I knew I looked good and I just wished I could go out like this with my bust all bare; I'm sure my husband would appreciate it. Oh well, I knew I couldn't so I rummaged once more and found a faded denim shirt and put that on. I left most of the buttons undone though as I always do, then I went downstairs to find my husband to tell him my plans.
I was not a happy bunny. True, he was working on my car, fixing the brakes, but I wanted to go for a walk in the sunshine but not with him elbow deep in grease.
"Sorry love," he said, "but your brake pads need changing. But if you give me a couple of hours I'll wash up and be ready for you."
"No, that's okay," I said, my anger fading for, after all, it was my car he was fixing, "I'll just go for a quick walk by myself."
"Fine, see you later," he called after me as I walked down the drive to his car.
It was truly a lovely day with white puffy clouds in a deep blue sky. The towpath was virtually empty but there were plenty of boats on the river. The sun felt good on my bare head and I was looking for a nice secluded spot where I could lie down and expose my body to its rays.
"Hi there," a male voice called out.
I turned towards the river and a large pleasure boat was gliding towards me. I shielded my eyes from the sun and I saw two guys waving at me.
"Hi," I waved back.
"Fancy a trip down the river?" one of them called out.
Well did I? I thought, might be fun, the two guys looked okay.
"Sure," I called back, and then I waited until they had manoeuvred the boat up against the bank.
I jumped on with a helping hand and the boat engines started again and we were off down river.
"Hi, I'm Nat and this is Jon," said one of the guys.
"Hi, nice to met you," I said, looking them both over.
They were much too young to be able to afford a boat like this.
"The boat belongs to my dad," said Nat, "if you were wondering. He lets me use it when I'm out of college."
I noticed both guys giving me the once over too especially my partly exposed boobs, but that was just normal.
"Drink?" offered Jon holding up a beer can.
"Wine if you've got it," I said.
"Yeah sure," said Nat, "I'm sure Dad keeps wine here somewhere."
Mmm, this was lovely. A bottle of chilled white wine, a sundeck to laze on, and two attentive guys to look after me. After a bit I unbuttoned the rest of my shirt and opened it to allow the sun access to my torso.
"More wine?" Jon said.
"Please," I replied and held up my glass. I could see his hand shake as he poured, for he wasn't looking at my glass but at my exposed tits.
"Be careful or you'll burn," he said not moving after filling my glass.
"If you've got some sunscreen," I said with a chuckle, "I'll let you put some on for me."
With that he scuttled off to look.
"Sunscreen, where's the fucking sunscreen?" he yelled.
He was back in under five minutes.
"Here," he said holding up a yellow tube.
"Here just a minute," I said. I unbuttoned my white jeans and pulled them off, then I removed my top too leaving me wearing just my white bikini briefs.
"Oh my," gasped Jon.
"Right, start at my feet and work up," I said trying not to giggle. My husband always tells me that big girls like me shouldn't giggle as it will get them in trouble.
I lay back and let him work on me. Slowly, his hands worked their way up my legs, gently massaging the cream into my skin. He had a nice touch for a young guy. Over my knickers and onto my stomach, he paused then being a gentleman no doubt. He was waiting for me to give him the go ahead.
"Don't stop now," I encouraged.
His hands started again, cupping and squeezing my tits. Mmm, it was so lovely. I do like having my tits worshipped. With some reluctance he moved off them to do my neck and arms. Then he sat back on his heels and just looked me up and down.
"There you are," he sighed rubbing his hands together.
"Thank you Jon," I sighed, "that was lovely. Now go and tell Nat he can do my back for me."
"Yeah sure," he said and he left me.
Nat was there, knelling beside me, looking me up and down his eyes coming to rest on my naked tits. "Hi, do my back for me," I asked and rolled over for him.
His hands weren't quite as nice as Jon's, a bit too rough, but nice anyway.
"Sorry you only got my back," I said.
"No, that's fine," he replied.
"Tell you what, you can have first go later," I chuckled.
"W-What?" he stuttered.
"Later," I said and closed my eyes and drifted off.
The sun felt good on my back but I had enough sun for one day. I didn't know how long I had slept but no more than thirty minutes. I sat up and looked around me. Both guys were in the wheelhouse and they waved at me. I got up, picking my clothes up as I went, and joined them.
"Moor up over there," I pointed to a small island.
"Sure," replied Nat and he swung the wheel over. "Take the line, Jon," he called out.
In five minutes we were moored fore and aft.
"Time now for you, Nat, to do my front," I said with a big grin to match his. "Let's go below."
The three of us trooped below where there were two parallel bench seats.
"Here, sit with me Nat," I said patting the seat beside me. "Jon, you sit over there and watch."
Nat's hands were rough on my skin but that was just what I wanted now.
"Let me lose these," I said rolling down my white briefs.
I spread my legs wide and pulled him on towards me. I wanted him inside me now. I unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down over his hips, taking his underwear with them. His hard cock sprang out pointing straight at me. I grabbed it and pulled it towards my wet pussy.
"Fuck me now," I said. I always like to talk crude at times like these as it heightens the naughtiness somehow.
He took me at my word and pushed forward and he was fully inserted right up to his balls.
"Yes," I screamed, "fuck me hard you bastard. Hurt me with your cock."
He was banging into me hard and fast just like I wanted, and my first orgasm was fast approaching. I thrust hard against him once more and I came; it was a very nice one too. A couple of more hard thrusts and I felt him pump his spunk deep inside me.
"That was fucking great," I sighed as he pulled out of me, his cock still dribbling with his spunk.
"Okay Jon, your turn and please, nice and slow," I said.
He shed his clothes and lay down with me, his hard cock disappearing into my dripping pussy. His hands were soft on my skin and his hip thrusts were long and slow.
"Mmm, that's perfect," I purred.
I'm not sure if I wanted to come again just yet, it was so nice just with his cock slowly pumping into me. Of course just when I wanted it to go on and on he lost it, and he had a mad thirty seconds before he too pumped his spunk into me.
I lay there, my legs obscenely open with their spunk dribbling out of me. I opened my eyes and they were staring across the cabin at me.
"That was nice fellers," I sighed.
I ran my hand down over my tits, giving them a squeeze on the way past, then on down to my open pussy. My middle finger disappeared inside me and then, coated with our mixed fluids, I brought it back to my mouth.
"We taste good together," I said smiling at the staring eyes. "You two want some more?" I asked looking at the limp cocks.
"Well yes," Nat said, "but not just now."
"Never mind guys," I said with a smile, "you just sit there and watch for awhile, OK?"
They both nodded their heads and continued to stare at me.
With both hands now I started to touch myself, squeezing my tits and pushing a couple of fingers into my sopping wet pussy. Through lowered lashes I watched them watching me bring myself to a new climax.
"I can see you like that," I chuckled for both their cocks were magnificently erect. "Come on Jon, you can go first this time," I said.
His hardness slipped easily back into me and together we moved. I didn't really want to come again but it was just nice to feel their hard cocks pumping into me. After Jon had finished Nat took over.
"That was great, guys," I said smiling at my two young lovers, "best be getting back now."
I wiped myself clean and pulled on my briefs and jeans, but left my tits bare for now. The ride back didn't take long, what with the current helping, and all too soon I was kissing them both goodbye.
"Can we see you again?" asked Nat.
"You never know," I replied, "I'll look out for your boat whenever I'm out walking this way."
I tied my shirt loosely under my bust and walked back to where I left my husband's car. When I got home my husband had finished doing my brakes and was all washed up waiting for me to get in.
"Want to go for that walk now?" he asked, his eyes taking in my state of undress. "Or have you had enough for one day?"
"Yeah, something like that," I chuckled. "Let me have a shower and I'll tell you all about it."
"So what did my little slut get up to then?" my husband asked as he thrust into me.
This was our little game we played during sex. He just loved me to make up all sorts of sexy stories.
"I came across these dozen or so guys playing football (soccer) and they were short of a goal post so I offered them my shirt," I said breathlessly.
"Oh yeah," he grunted, "and did they take you up on it?"
"Yeah, of course they did," I said, "and then they asked me to join their game too."
"I just bet they did," he grunted, "what with your tits hanging out. So what happened then?"
"Well, after some time I got tackled and I found myself under one of them and he wouldn't let me up," I said.
"So what was he doing to you?" he asked, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. I knew he wasn't far away from his orgasm.
"He was squeezing and kissing my tits," I said, pushing back harder myself for I wasn't far away either. "Then my jeans and knickers were pulled off," I said, "and then someone started to fuck me. They all stood around and watched."
"I'll bet," he grunted. "Then I bet they all took a turn between your legs, didn't they?"
I couldn't answer because my third orgasm of the day was washing over me and my husband was coming too.
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Now, as I said at the start of this story, this is all fiction. True, she liked boats and would often say she would like to go down the river on one. The soccer game was a story that she had mentioned during sex once or twice, but even I would be surprised if any part of it was true. At best I'll suspect she watched a game or two and the guys would give her a good looking over.
As I have said in my first "Lost Wife" story, I have found a few pictures showing her fine tits. If any reader would like to see one, just take the time to e-mail me and I will send you a photograph. If you've have already received one, please say which ones you've seen and I'll send you a different one.
THE END (not yet) go to Part 8
