Erotic with Catherine (part 3)

"Well, I guess we could," Len agreed. "We could just drop off the planet for a few days I suppose... To hell with work huh!"

Catherine snuggled up. "I would really make it worth your while if you don't tell the firm where we are and if you leave that phone turned off."


"Hmm... really worth my while huh?" Len kissed his wife softly. "And what if I wanted to show you off some more?"

She moaned into his mouth. "Uh huh... if you want to you can show me off."

"How about letting that guy from last night have a look at these this morning then?" Len went on, feeling his wife's breasts.

"Okay," she said, panting a little as another kiss ended. "What should I wear?"

"Your white blouse with the top buttons undone. The plain one that opens up nicely, and without a bra... Maybe with a short skirt and some classic white panties. We could let him have a look at those too -- just for a tease."

"Oh, you mean like those two road worker men yesterday?"

"What! You knew?"

"Of course I did."

"But you were asleep!"

"Len -- honey -- I'm a mommy with a young child. I'm never that asleep!"

"Hmm... I'd better go see if we can have the room for the weekend," Len suggested and he quickly dressed and went down to the office. He stayed chatting with the guy until Catherine appeared at the top of the stairs in her little chequered skirt and white blouse. He could see her nipples through the fabric and the guy, Carter, was standing there with his mouth hanging open as she walked down the stairs.

Catherine walked right over to Len and he put his arm around her. Looking down at her he could see a bare breast through the open blouse, and as good mornings' were exchanged and breakfast was discussed he gathered the fabric at her side in his fingers and opened the blouse even more.

Carter's eyes had flashed down a few times. "Or I could serve your breakfast upstairs on the balcony if you like..." 

His eyes lowered again and his head tilted slightly. Catherine was blushing and Len nuzzled her neck, deliberately looking away so the guy could have a little freedom. "Would you like to eat upstairs, sweetheart?" he asked, perhaps overdoing the smooching a bit but he could see the guy was staring directly at a bare tit. 

Later, at breakfast, their eager host took several opportunities to enjoy the view over Catherine's shoulder. He was getting more and more bold and Len met his glance at one point where they both understood what was happening. Then when Catherine was in the bathroom and the guy returned to clear the table Len took a deep breath and spoke as evenly as he could manage, "I don't mind if you enjoy looking at her," he started. And when the guy looked up Len smiled. "At first it was a matter of getting used to it because of the way she turns heads. Then I started enjoying the fact that she's mine and every other guy wants her. Now it's, well, arousing I guess -- to be blunt."

"I know what you mean," Carter said, as cool as you like. "I've even done a bit of swinging with some of my ex-girlfriends."

"No shit? So have we!"

"Yeah, it's an amazing feeling watching your woman being looked over by another guy isn't it. Even if it doesn't go any further than that it's certainly arousing!"

Catherine returned from the bathroom and sat down. That time Carter blatantly looked down her front and when she looked up he winked and she turned bright red.

"It's all right sweetheart, we were just talking about showing our ladies off and it seems our host has done some of that himself."

"Oh," Catherine uttered, peering up again and still blushing.

"Nice tits," Carter said to her, still as cool as...

"Thank you," she answered, looking down at herself and fiddling nervously with the front of her blouse before looking up again.

"May I?" Carter said to Len as he motioned with his hand, and Len nodded while Catherine's eyes widened and she sucked in a breath. The guy then slipped his hand down her blouse and felt her tit... Catherine started panting immediately as he squeezed it and rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Awesome," he said grinning over at Len.

Carter then released Catherine's tit as suddenly as he had groped it and collected the last of the things from breakfast. "There's a sandy beach and a good spot for swimming on the property. It's very private, only you might see old Reg and his son, Toby, working on the grounds. Don't take too much notice of Toby -- he's a little bit backward -- just a big kid and very friendly, though difficult to get a word out of... And I have a boat if you feel like having a look at the village. It's a nice little cruise -- only about fifteen minutes... Anytime you want, just let me know. "

"Thanks," Len said as he left the room.

Catherine was still in shock at being felt up like that. Ever since she had the baby her breasts had been so sensitive and that was the first time since then a man other than Len had touched them. The sensation had gone directly to her belly and tingled between her legs. "I can't believe he just did that," she said to her husband. "Oh my god!"

"Well, let's go and see about this sandy beach and see if that old guy wants a look too," Len said with a grin. "It's warm enough for a swim."

Catherine changed into a bikini and sundress. She strolled around the gardens with her husband and then across the lawn to the edge of the water and a small beach of sand with the ripples of crystal clear water lapping gently ashore. She took off her sundress and laid out on a towel. There were a few boats on the lake and in the distance there was some water skiing. The beach was totally secluded from the road, being behind the house and otherwise surrounded by trees. After a while one of the gardeners appeared. He was a tall, well built man of perhaps mid-twenties. He was actually quite gorgeous, Catherine thought.

"That must be Toby," Len suggested. He was watering plants in the garden and frequently looking over. He had a huge smile on his face.

Len took the tanning lotion and rubbed some into Catherine's shoulders. "Do you want to take your top off?" he whispered into her neck. The big guy was close enough to hear if he'd spoken out loud. There was still a big stupid grin pasted on his face and he was constantly looking over. "Go on, sweetheart -- let him have a look..."

"Okay," Catherine uttered softly, and she pulled the string behind her back and behind her neck and pulled her bikini top from beneath her body. She then got up onto her knees feeling her face heat with redness as the man looked at her breasts.

Reg adjusted his binoculars from the kitchen window and focused on the blonde woman's tits. She had her arms raised as she fixed a hair band that had slipped. Then she bent to her hands and knees to straighten her towel with her tits wobbling about beneath her body. Reg checked his boy and saw that he had stopped work and stood looking directly at her as well. He swung back to the woman and found her lying on her back with her tits flattening on her chest and her nipples erect.

Len waved to the big guy and the big guy's grin broadened and he waved back. "Well, you certainly got his attention, sweetheart."

"Is he still looking?"

"Yeah, he sure is!"

Toby went back to watering but stayed close and continued to stare at Catherine. When Len went in for a swim he came even closer and Catherine smiled at him, which caused him to go with the full face grin again and to wave. He was obviously harmless and although he was blatantly staring at Catherine's breasts she felt at ease. "It's a nice day isn't it?" she called over to him and he nodded and gave the big grin again, then his eyes moved to her legs. He had worked his way directly in front of her and she had her knees slightly apart. After checking what he was doing for a moment his gaze returned to her crotch and Catherine felt her belly tingling again as she noticed the size of his package. The outline of his p*n*s was obvious in the leg of his shorts. It was huge.

When Len returned from his swim Toby moved on and Catherine put her dress back on with Len refusing to let her have her bikini top. She spent the rest of the morning on the balcony with a book while Len slept. 

Carter took them to the village for lunch at a bar and on the way back he let Catherine have a drive of the boat but stayed close behind her. She found herself leaning back against him and looking over at her husband. She liked how firm his body was and the feel of his rather large hand resting upon her side. She wanted him to lift his hand and feel her breast again but with the slight movement he was making his thumb would barely press beneath and that was all.

Rather than returning to the guesthouse the men decided to anchor off shore and have a swim. They stripped down to shorts and dived in. They both resurfaced and looked back waiting for Catherine to dive in too. She took a breath and lifted her sundress off, baring her breasts again. She then waited a moment while Carter had a look at them. "Yeah -- very nice," he said and she felt herself blushing.

When Catherine dived in she surfaced between the two men and they both moved close. Len gathered her feet as she floated on her back and she found Carter's head at her shoulder. Her breasts were exposed upon the surface of the water and she watched Carter examine them while her husband gathered the sides of her bikini pants and pulled them from her legs.

Catherine kept a thin landing strip and otherwise her pussy was smoothly shaved. She remained floating on her back while the men remained either side of her, both touching her gently and drifting along with her. Len had tossed her bikini pants into the boat and suddenly Carter tossed his shorts in as well. "It's only fair," he said with a grin. He then floated on his back and his erection surfaced. It was cut with a tapered head and not overly long but extremely thick. Catherine was biting her lip as she stared at it.

When a hand started moving along her inner thigh though, she pushed away from the men and swam around to the other side of the boat. It was nice to swim nude -- a little naughty it seemed, but nice. Before long the men were back in the boat and she eventually had to return. She climbed back aboard and accepted the towel Carter handed her. She dried her body then stood facing him while drying her hair. "Should I leave my pants off and just put my dress on?" she asked.

"That would be nice," Carter grinned.

Len was sitting back watching with an erection tenting his shorts.

Catherine had to reach for her dress and in doing that she bent over. Carter leant around to have a look in behind her legs. She glanced back over her shoulder and waited a moment while he had a look at her like that, then she pulled her dress on and sat with her husband.

After dinner that night Catherine found herself being passed back and forth for dances again. She'd had a few glasses of wine and was feeling light headed. Len eventually came to what Catherine expected. "It would be good if you let him f*ck you," he whispered as they swayed to some soft music.

Catherine had been thinking about it all afternoon and evening and had planned what she wanted to do. "Okay," she uttered softly in response to her husband's desires. "But there's something I'd like to try that we've never done before."