This story could go into any one of many categories; my choice was fetish because of the natural woman involved. I believe that exhibitionist/voyeur, group sex or lesbian categories are also possibilities, but the dominant theme is the natural woman.
That having been said, I hope that if you like stories dealing with any of the above subjects, you will enjoy this.
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My wife looked over at me with a shocked expression on her face after the loud rap on the motel door made us both jump. I got up off the edge of the bed and headed slowly toward the door, smiling back at Cathy while my hand reached for the door knob, and she returned the smile. Cathy looked so pure and innocent that I felt a twinge of remorse. Her pale, freckled, and wholesome looking face was strained with stress and, I hoped, excitement. I know mine was.
The woman on the other side of the door nodded at me, and then looked beyond me to check out the rest of the room. When her eyes found Cathy standing by the corner of the bed, she seemed to relax and entered with no further hesitation, breezing past me like I was the doorman.
I was startled by the appearance of the woman, even though I had seen her picture and read her description. She was pretty much as she had advertised herself to be, but it was still a jolt to see her in the flesh. I walked back to my wife at the bedside, who looked intimidated already at the sight of the woman who approached her.
The black trenchcoat the woman wore made the situation even more unreal, and she looked more like a spy than anything else. Her short cropped black hair was swept back, giving her a severe and almost mannish appearance, and she was nearly my height, around six foot tall.
"She's quite pretty," the stern looking woman said as she looked at my wife, who had walked a few steps forward to greet her.
"Thank you," I replied, feeling as nervous as my bride of six months felt, as I came around behind Cathy.
I could feel Cathy trembling as she stood before me, clad only in a flimsy floral nightgown. Standing behind Cathy so I could watch this drama unfolding, I held on to her arms, for support as well as to keep her from running away. Cathy had done everything I had ever asked her to do since we had first met 2 years ago, but this was definitely a step up the kinky ladder for her.
Now as the middle aged woman undressed Cathy with her eyes, my cock grew stiffer yet, nestled in the crack of my shy wife's pert ass. I had contacted the woman through an adult website, and she had made the 75 mile trip to this motel gladly, once she had seen my wife's picture. She had made it clear that she wanted no part of me, and that was fine as far as I was concerned. I only wanted to watch.
The woman, who wanted only to be referred to as Inga, was a head taller than Cathy and appeared to be solidly built. I offered to take her coat, but as I did, she simply shrugged the coat off of her and let it fall to the floor.
Cathy's knees seemed to buckle as the coat came off, and for good reason. Inga was wearing very little underneath her outerwear; only a black and crimson corset that left very little to the imagination. Inga was the very opposite of the dainty creature that trembled before her, and while she wasn't fat, she was very voluptuous. The dainty lace top strained to contain a pair of breasts that seemed to be every bit as large as she had promised in her e-mail.
I looked over Cathy's shoulder to see what she thought, but her eyes seemed glued to the deep cleavage of the amazon-like woman who stood before us.
"What do think babe?" I asked softly, grinding my erection into her back. "They big enough for you?"
Breasts were the topic that had gotten us to this point. In watching some porn movies with my sweet Cathy, I had asked her if she had ever been with a woman.
"No, but I've thought about it," was her reply. A couple more drinks and she admitted that she found busty women very appealing.
"Opposites attract," was what she said that night, and there was no denying that Inga was very much that.
"You like what you see?" Inga asked, giving Cathy a smug smile.
"Yes," I said as my eyes took in the curves on the woman, who was at least twice the age of my 20 year old wife, and while she was solidly built and a little thick waisted, she was not fat, just astonishingly full figured.
"I wasn't talking to you," Inga said, giving me a mild look of disapproval. "I don't care what you think. I was talking to Cathy."
"Well?" Inga said, her hand sliding down Cathy's freckled cheek.
"You're very... pretty," Cathy said in a shaky voice, and I noticed that her eyes were fixated on the cavernous cleavage that was almost at her eye level.
"I'm glad you like me," Inga said, brushing up against Cathy. "I like you too."
Poor Cathy was trembling, the little wisp of a girl physically dwarfed by the amazon, and her fear excited me even further. Inga's hands slid along the opening of Cathy's nightie, parting it to peek inside.
"So many freckles," Inga said. "I've never seen so many freckles on a girl before. They make you look so cute - and young."
"Take off her nightie," Inga said to me, her eyes never leaving my wife. "I want to see all of her."
Cathy's knees buckled slightly as my hands left her elbows and grabbed the garment, slowly opening it and letting Inga see what I saw every day, before pulling it off. Cathy was now naked.
"So cute," Inga said as she ran her hands up and down Cathy's freckled shoulders and arms. "And a real redhead as well."
I was practically holding my wife up when Inga's hand came down between Cathy's legs, parting them slightly and running her hand over Cathy's bush.
"Beautiful red hair," Inga said. "So soft, and so much of it too. You have a very hairy pussy, dear. Very hairy indeed! A little treasure trail too."
Inga must have slid a finger inside Cathy's pussy, because Cathy gasped and fell back against me.
"Do you like what I'm doing to your hairy cunt?" Inga asked, and getting no answer turned her attention to me.
"Your little wife's cunt is dripping wet," she informed me, lifting up her hand to show me her index finger, which glistened from the moistness of Cathy's pussy.
Slowly Inga put the finger in her mouth, spinning it in and out slowly, her eyes glazed as she tasted Cathy.
"Let's see what else we have here," Inga said in turning her attention upward. "You've got cute little titties here, and puffy nipples too."