Bride-to-be Tries Other Men (First Cuckolding Book 9)

by Matt Coolomon

  “Yes – I have been,” Celia uttered, cuddling up to Phillip’s arm. She held his hand to her belly. “Better keep my diaphragm in extra long so none of his little swimmers get in, huh?”

  There were lights from the hotel illuminating the beach. Celia and Phillip strolled through the people sitting on the sand kissing and cuddling. “Are you going back to your room for the night?” Celia asked.

  “Yes, I will. I’ll come down after my breakfast, quite early.”

  Phillip saw her to her door. She went inside and removed all of her clothing, and took a glass of wine out onto the balcony. She rested back in a lounger and opened her legs, in case anyone from the building facing had a telescope.

  Celia remained nude on the balcony for an hour before going to bed. In the morning she opened the door to her breakfast waiter completely nude as well. His eyes lit up. He was soon all over her. She guided his hand to her crotch and sat on the back of the lounge while he fingered her. She stroked him as he did it, and after she came, she got on her knees and returned the favour.

  He left reluctantly. She messaged Phillip and he was there instantly.

  “I’m sorry, darling – I was held up with our mothers….”

  Celia just smiled. She opened her mouth and showed him. “This is really thick.”

  “Oh…. From that young waiter?”

  “Yes. Fresh out of his balls,” Celia whispered into Phillip’s ear. “He has huge balls. I held them while he emptied them in my mouth.”

  Celia sat on Phillip’s lap. She was looking down at him this time. She met his lips, pressing to them. They parted and she opened. Phillip groaned softly as the semen drained into his mouth. She broke off and kissed his cheek, moving to his ear. “Don’t swallow it, okay?”

  She got up and took his hand, tugging him from the chair and leading him to the lounge. She lay back and held open her arms. When he laid on her she parted her lips, inviting a kiss. He responded, his mouth opening and the semen draining out. He gulped, grimacing.

  “Did you just swallow some?”

  “Yes – some,” he said. “It’s coating my teeth and tongue. Some of it seeped into my throat.”

  “So, it seems you might be bisexual?” Celia suggested carefully.

  Phillip nodded. “I’ve often wondered…. It seems I might be.”

  “That’s okay – I don’t mind,” Celia said, and she pushed the load back into his mouth with their next kiss. She shared it with him, swirling her tongue around his. She swallowed a little bit herself but ended their kiss with Phillip holding most of it. “Lick me out with it, Phillip. He opened me with his fingers. Push his cum into me with your tongue.... I still have my diaphragm in.”

  Phillip nodded. He scooted down. Celia spread her legs. He parted her pussy lips with his thumbs and kissed her, inserting his tongue deep into her wetness. She watched him dribble the waiter’s cum into her. She held his head and came hard on his mouth as he tongued her deep, groaning and stretching her pussy as wide open as he could.

  *

  Uncle Bob was right on time at 10. It was only a short drive the horse farm. Phillip’s other uncle had come out to meet them.

  “Hi, Uncle Bruce!” Celia gushed and she met his hug. He kept a huge arm around her with his hand squeezing beneath her breast as he said hello to his brother Bob. Celia’s kept hold of the hem of her dress in the wind.

  Bruce took them to the stables where he had horses ready to saddle up. He was to be riding with them but went back to the house for a minute.

  “Quick – I have to get changed before he comes back,” Celia giggled. There was a tack-room where the saddles were. She led Bob and her fiancé in there and turned to face them.

  “Are you ready to see me nude again?” she asked sweetly. She was slowly undoing buttons down the front of her dress.

  “Absolutely!” Bob grinned.

  She opened her dress to reveal her little breasts then she slipped it from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor around her ankles.

  “There you are then,” she uttered softly. “Just for a minute before he gets back though.”

  She blushed to her fiancé as Bob groaned approvingly and slowly looked her up and down. She then took her jeans and panties from the plastic shopping bag she had brought. She pulled them on and slipped her boob-tube over her head, but left it scrunched around her waist as she sat to pull her boots on.

  “I’ll leave them uncovered until Bruce gets back,” she said. “We can start saddling the horses, though.”

  Celia tugged her top down to her hips and left it there. She picked up a saddle, with her breasts jiggling away and her nipples firm.

  “Too bad you’re not going to ride topless like that. You’d look good,” Bob offered.

  “Well I’d like to but not with Bruce around. I’m not sure about him yet…. And my top’s really see-through anyway.”

  “He’s coming back,” Phillip said.

  Celia fixed her top but didn’t lift it right away. She faced Bob and waited while he had a last look at her breasts. “I’ll go topless again for you later,” she uttered, and she tugged her top up to cover herself.

  “Can still see your nipples nicely anyway,” Bob commented.

  “I know,” Celia blushed and she turned just as Bruce walked around the corner.

  His eyes lit up and he smiled huge. “Wow!” he exclaimed. “That’s pretty, love.”

  Celia just blushed a bit deeper.

  “It is a pretty top isn’t it,” Bob agreed with his brother. “See-through suits her with those cute little boobs, don’t you think?”

  “It does,” Bruce agreed. “It’s interesting to see you guys being more open now that you’ve getting married,” he directed at Phillip. “I’ve never seen you braless before, Celia.”

  “Yes, it’s a new style.” Celia told him.

  “I like it,” Bruce chuckled. “I always used to watch for what you’d wear all the time.”

  “And why wouldn’t you?” Bob added supportively. “Especially with Celia becoming a member of our family this weekend, and not being a blood relative…. I mean it would be hard for us to not notice her sexually.”

  “Exactly!” Bruce agreed. “And you obviously don’t mind eh, Phillip?”

  They were saddled up and mounting the horses.

  “No, we don’t mind,” Phillip replied. “We’re just trying something new, aren’t we, Celia?”

  “Uh huh,” Celia uttered. “But as long as Mother doesn’t find out.”

  “Or my Mother,” Phillip added. “Or my aunties…. I’d appreciate it if this would stay between the males in the family, Uncle’s. You both need to be discrete. I can accept that you see Celia sexually, but it wouldn’t be fair to put my new wife in a compromising position with the women in the family.”

  “Certainly!” Bruce declared. “I fully agree, son…. I can be discrete when the women are around.”

  They mounted up and rode out of the yard and along a well-worn trail, all four horses trotting along. Celia was a little behind, and she noticed both Bob and Bruce looking back at her. She could feel her breasts bouncing freely and they were both checking them out.

  “Yes – perfect little top for horse riding,” Bruce said as he slowed to trot alongside.

  Celia looked at her chest then bit down on her smile as she peered back up. Bruce slowed to be to her other side. Phillip remained in the lead. “It’s exciting to be like this with the men in Phillip’s family,” she said. “At first I just wanted to be fun and free for this few days, but it looks like Phillip doesn’t mind, so I guess I can dress like this when I’m his wife too – at least around you older men.”

  Bruce glanced up from her breasts. “Think of us as Phillip’s support base,” he said with a wink.

  “Yes – we’ll have to start mentoring him now that he’s going to have a woman to take care of,” Bob agreed.

  Celia’s boobs were jiggling wildly as her horse jolted her with its trotting action. B
ruce urged his horse into a canter and Phillip followed after him. Celia’s horse slowed to a walk and Bob stayed with her.

  “I’m just a bit surprised Phillip is so willing to go along,” Celia said. “He’s even excited about it when anyone’s looking at me.”

  “I think he’s a bit of a sensitive type, love. He’s always been a bit different. He may even have bisexual tendencies. He gets on a little too well with certain other men…. You never know,” Bob suggested.

  “Like with my brother? I think Peter might be bi, or even gay…. Phillip is definitely not gay.”

  “Yes, and yours and Phillip’s marriage has almost been arranged, hasn’t it? Your fathers are in business together. It’s like a union of families.”

  “Hmm – I guess…. Phillip’s nice though. I think I love him. It’s always been a bit boring, but that’s all changed now, thanks to you other men.”

  “Our pleasure,” Bob grinned, looking down at Celia’s chest deliberately.

  The other two horses were off in the distance.

  Celia blushed. “So, would you like to look at me again?” she asked sweetly.

  “What – topless horse riding? Hell yes!” Bob grinned.

  Celia giggled again at that.

  She then tugged her top down to her waist and looked at Bob, blushing fully. “Do you want to trot again?” she asked him.

  “Yeah,” he replied more seriously. “Let’s trot and get them bouncing.”

  He urged his horse to break its walk and got it trotting. Celia’s horse was happy to follow, and the jolting action had her little breasts again bouncing freely. She looked down at them then across at Bob. He was staring at them.

  “Follow that trail,” Celia said. There was a trail leading off in a different direction from where Phillip and Bruce had gone. “We’ll find them later, and we can keep trotting for a while this way,” she explained. “I’ll just stay behind you a bit so you can turn and see me from the front.”

  “But not too far back,” Bob grinned.

  “No – close so you can see them,” Celia blushed.

  “They really are cute little tits, love. I can’t get enough of looking at them.”

  “Well you don’t have to have enough. You can look all you want.”

  They slowed to a walk again and Celia rode alongside.

  “Would you like to stop for a while?” Bob asked pointedly.

  “Uh huh – I was hoping you would want to.”

  “There’s a nice shady spot there,” he said, reining his horse to the side of the trail. He tied it to a tree branch and helped Celia with her horse.

  He took her hand and led her to a grassy patch under another tree. She sat down and he knelt beside her. She tilted her head back as he kissed her. He felt her tits, rolling and twisting her nipples. “So, almost at the big day, love?”

  “Yes…. I’m feeling better about it now – better than I did a week ago, that’s for sure.”

  He rubbed her crotch. She was already turned on from the talk and the riding. “So, this will be married pussy soon….”

  “Uh huh,” Celia moaned into the older man’s mouth. “Would you like to try it properly?”

  “Properly, huh?” He was undoing her jeans.

  “Yes – you can have me if you want. I’m allowed to be serviced by other men before I’m wed.”

  Bob stuck his tongue into Celia’s mouth. She rested back on her hands while he groped her breasts for a while then pulled her jeans and panties down to her ankles. He positioned her on her hands and knees and ripped at his own jeans.

  He felt her with his thumb. It slipped in. “Damn you’re wet, baby.”

  “I can’t help it lately,” Celia said back over her shoulder.

  Bob freed his cock and gripped it in his fist. He wiped the head up through her slit then pressed against her. Celia’s pussy opened and swallowed him. She swayed her back and tilted her hips, pressing back as he sunk into her.

  He filled her completely, stretching her a little, and with the head of his cock nudging her cervix.

  “Ooh that’s nice,” he said, grinning.

  “Uh huh…. You’re so huge in me.”

  Bob chuckled. “I’ll try not to spoil you too much for the young fellow.”

  “That’s okay. You’re touching me deeper than he does,” Celia blushed. She was being fucked slow and deep – two strong hands on her hips, holding her and pulling her back onto the thrusts of a very thick and stiff penis. “I’m going to cum already,” she warned.

  “Go on, love – just go with it.”

  Celia’s orgasm built and thumped through her belly. She squirmed back on the older man’s cock. He held firm with it fully up her. He waited until she settled then resumed fucking her.

  “Damn that’s tight,” he groaned, surging into her and grinding against her bottom.

  Celia just relaxed back onto him. It was amazing how deep he was inside of her. He split her wide open and jammed himself as far up her as he could to blow his load. She could feel him throbbing against her cervix, and thought she could feel the jets of cum squirting against her diaphragm.

  He pulled her back to be sitting on him. He was on his haunches, his cock still inside of her, his fingers playing in her wetness and stroking her clit. “That was one very full service, love,” he whispered, kissing her neck and making her tingle all over.

  “It felt like it…. I’m so glad you fucked me, Bob. It’s so exciting to know you’ve had me now.”

  “I’ll be thinking about it when I watch you walking down the aisle on Saturday, love. If you catch me smiling you’ll know I’m remembering this….” He gave another thrust.

  Celia leaned forward onto her hands again. Bob moved over her back and resumed humping her. She tilted her pelvis, offering him access, and she waited while he got himself off again – pressing her bottom back against him when he was holding firm and ejaculating.

  His spent cock slipped from her and he stood fixing his pants. “We’d better get going,” he said.

  “Okay….” Celia pulled up her panties and jeans. She left her top around her waist but fixed it when they were approaching the stables.

  “Your nipples still look good – even with it pulled up,” Bob offered. “I like how long the actual nipple is – makes them really stand out beneath a top like that.”

  “I know. Except I wish my boobs were bigger,” Celia said, looking down at herself.

  “No – I think long nips suit small boobs better, love. And I bet Bruce would agree – the way he’s been checking you out so far.”

  Celia giggled. “He’s an old pervert for sure.”

  “Well, he and I both….”

  “Actually I was thinking of having a swim in his pool before we go home. Like just to tease him some more. I was thinking of swimming in this top and my panties and letting him have proper look at me.”

  Bob grinned and winked.

  “So I take it you like that idea?” Celia asked teasingly.

  “Little bit,” Bob chuckled.

  She took Bob’s hand. “Come on, we’ll go up to the pool. They can find us when they get back.”

  The house was up a hill. Celia took her bag with her dress in it.

  Bob sat in a deckchair. Celia remained standing, wringing her hands in front. She started undoing her jeans. They were tight and her panties rolled down a bit with them. That exposed her slit, and she checked to find Bob looking at it. She waited for a moment, tying her hair back while he enjoyed himself. Then she pulled her panties up, kicked off her boots, and left her jeans on the pavement with them, and she climbed down a ladder to lower into the water.

  Celia swam off under water and returned from the other side to climb back up the ladder. Her boob-tube had slipped and was below her breasts with them both exposed. Her little wet panties were clinging to the lips of her pussy and showing her slit.

  “That was fun before – letting you cum in me like that,” she said, wringing her hair to one side with h
er breasts still bare. She did a little pirouette for him. “You like?”

  “Yeah – I like. And I liked fucking you too,” he said, glancing over to where Bruce and Phillip were walking from the stables. “You’ve got a nice little pussy full of my old goo, haven’t you, baby?”

  “Uh huh…. Two loads of your goo – I think my pussy might be well and truly full at the moment,” Celia replied, looking to where the others were approaching. “I’m getting back in the water before they get here,” she giggled, and she slunk in and swished back from the edge. “Except my top won’t stay up every time I move,” she laughed, pulling it back into place.

  “You going to let Bruce see them bare or just through your top, love?”

  “Umm – with my top on at first. Then maybe without it. Do you think I should?”

  “Don’t know if you should, love. But I hope you do!”

  Celia just bit down on her smile and blush at that.

  Bruce and Phillip walked into the enclosure chatting between themselves. “There you are!” Bruce declared. “We were wondering where you disappeared to.”

  “It was too hot and I needed a swim,” Celia called back.

  She was in waist-deep water but submerged to her neck.

  “What are you wearing though?” Phillip asked from the pool’s edge. He was swishing the water, testing it.

  “Umm – not much,” Celia giggled. “Just my panties and my new top that keeps falling down.”

  Bruce laughed. “Hell, that’s fine. Strip off Phillip. You’ll be ok.”

  Phillip stripped down to his shorts and dove in. Celia stood pulling her top up into place. Bruce’s eyes lit up and she smiled.

  “It’s a bit see-through,” she uttered.

  “Hell yes,” Bruce said happily. “Nice little wet tits eh, Bob?”

  “They are,” Bob agreed. “Great nipples!”

  “I’ve always thought so when she’s been here swimming. Have they gotten bigger these past few years, love?”

  “A little bit I guess,” Celia replied, looking down at herself and acknowledging Phillip floating near. “You said you think they’ve gotten longer, didn’t you?”