Stolen Summer
Copyright© 2025 by Mohawk08
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - A more unlikely bull there never was.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Cuckold Sharing Wife Watching Group Sex
Ken
Ken didn’t even know what a great blue heron was until he looked it up on Google. Admittedly, he was a guy who liked to be out in nature without actually knowing much about it.
He was worried that Summer was beginning to see Cole as a real outdoorsman. At breakfast, the old man told them he’d grown up in the woods with his brothers climbing trees, building huts and shit like that. Back in the day, they had to cut down trees for heat, he said, enhancing himself as some kind of lumberjack.
Summer fired questions at him the whole meal asking about the damn blue birds, and how he got them to stand still to have their pictures taken. He played coy with her and said she’d find out.
Then she asked how his health was. What the fuck. Who cares? When Ken told her to stop being nosy, and that the old dude’s health was none of their business, she disagreed.
“I plan to put this old man through his paces, so I need to know that I won’t kill him,” she joked. She was interested in what he ate, how much he exercised, and didn’t much like the responses.
Like a lot of people his age, Cole ate too much processed food and rarely worked out. Trekking out to photograph wildlife was the height of his exercise routine, apparently.
Cole chuckled, pouring himself a cup of coffee. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ve got plenty of stamina left.” He turned to Ken, raising a brow as both men questioned where this was going.
“You have to take better care of yourself,” she admonished. “We want you around for a long time.”
The first part of that, Ken thought, was Summer the personal trainer. The second part, worried him tremendously. This was not supposed to be a long-term deal. Why would she care how long the old dude lived?
Cole’s eyebrows rose at that statement, too, looking at Ken questioningly. But Summer ignored them entirely, moving to pour herself another cup of coffee.
“Nope. None of those bad habits will do. We need a healthy Cole.” She paused mid-pour. “I can be your trainer,” she added enthusiastically. “I’d be happy to help get you in shape. It’s what I do, baby.”
Cole gave a hearty laugh, shaking his head. “I’ll think about it,” was all he would commit to, but Ken was sure by his body language that the old man had no interest in a heavy workout routine.
“I could throw in my special incentive package that I only give to ‘premium’ clients.”
“What’s that?” he asked.
“Thirty minutes of exercise rewarded with 30 minutes of free use pussy anytime you want.” She smiled at him as Ken’s jaw dropped to the floor.
Cole’s eyes widened slightly, clearly intrigued. He looked over at Ken, noticing the stunned silence. A small smile crept onto the old man’s face as he turned back to Summer. “That sounds like quite a deal.”
“Just how many clients get this premium service?” Ken asked sharply.
“Just Cole, since I created the service only for him. You’re my only premium customer, baby,” she said, looking at her new lover.
“Well, I’m certainly glad no one else is getting, or will get that deal.”
“My, but you’re very sensitive all of a sudden,” she said without looking at her husband.
“Since you guys are big hikers, you really oughta check out the trails around here,” Cole said, grabbing a mug, seemingly trying to cut the tension. “Some nice peaks right around here.”
“You can check them out if you want, Ken,” Summer said. “But I’m excited to see a big blue bird today.”
Later, as Cole and Summer left the cabin carrying backpacks filled with camera equipment, Ken started thinking how he could follow them without being seen. He wasn’t exactly Daniel Boone or anything.
Cole
Summer glanced over at Cole, who was adjusting his backpack, and whispered conspiratorially. “Did you see the look on Ken’s face? He’s going to follow us, isn’t he?” she smirked mischievously.
“Probably,” Cole replied with a grin. “Doesn’t matter.” He took her hand and led her towards a narrow path leading to the woods.
“How long have you been into photography?”
“Oh, forever,” he replied, striding ahead confidently. “It started as a hobby when I was young. I could get lost in the dark room in the old days before digital. My mother used to get angry when she had to come find me for dinner.
“Then in college, I took classes in photography, but I set it aside for a long time. Since I retired, I’ve gotten back into it, and now, it’s become an extension of my soul, I think. Especially when I’m out here.” He gestured expansively at the scenery surrounding them.
“Your soul? That’s deep. Can I ask why you like it so much?”
He was silent for a minute as they walked through the forest toward a clearing before he answered. “There’s something very powerful about being able to freeze time, capture raw beauty, and share stories no words can convey.”
As they left the wooded path, he pointed at a vibrant yellow and black butterfly fluttering past, its wings catching the sun. “Plus, it’s given me the gift of seeing what others miss with an artistic eye. Like that guy.”
“Wow. What kind of butterfly is that?”
“A Tiger Swallowtail, keep your eye out for a black and blue version. That one would be a Spicebush Swallowtail.”
“So, it’s not just about photography, but nature and photography.”
“Yeah. Kind of a chicken and the egg thing. You have to do your homework about nature to get good images, and good images help you appreciate nature.”
Her eyes lit up for a moment, and she said, “Oh, did you take all the pictures on the walls of the cabin?” She had noticed his work, had she?
“Yup. My house in town has some of the better ones.”
“I was admiring them this morning. They’re beautiful. I’d love to see the rest.”
“Thanks. I’d love to have you over to the house sometime.” A very long time, actually.
“You have depth to you, Cole. I saw it right away,” she said admiringly. Cole grinned as he squeezed her hand affectionately.
“Thanks, Summer. I’ve been called many things, but ‘deep’ isn’t usually one of them.” He glanced back, noting Ken trailing far enough behind not to hear.
“It’s been my experience that most women don’t look past the outer shell, despite any bull they may say.”
She chuckled, stepping closer to Cole as she walked alongside him. “Don’t be too hard on us girls. You guys are known for some pretty shallow shit, too. And you should know by now that I’m not like most girls.”
Her gaze flickered back to Ken, still struggling to keep pace and stay hidden. “Besides, I’m married to a man who likes to watch. What does that say about me?”
As they approached the lake, Cole took off his backpack and sat it down in a well trampled clearing that looked like a duck blind. There was a high wall of hay bales stacked up by the lake with two holes in it along with a homemade bench constructed out of wood pallets.
Pulling out two tripods, he began to set up his equipment. Kneeling down, Summer placed her pack down beside his, humming softly. Her honey-colored ponytail caught the late afternoon light, dancing around her shoulders.
“I think this is a pretty spot, Cole.” Her voice was soft, yet carried across the tranquil lake.
“We’re here because it’s Cranky’s favorite feeding area.”
“Cranky?”
“The big blue bird. That’s what I’ve named him. Can’t fly around without a call sign. I learned that in the Air Force.”
Then she shifted, facing Cole again with a sparkle in her eyes. “You were in the military? I never would have guessed that. You don’t seem the type. I have some clients who are retired military, and they’re pretty much jerks.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment, although I met many great people in the service. However, I get your point, and it’s probably why I took my education benefits and got out.”
Summer watched Cole set up a couple of tripods with mounted cameras and extremely long lenses. Cole’s hands moved swiftly, his fingers deft from years of practice. Each movement spoke of skill and precision - qualities that made her heart race.
“This is so exciting. What are we doing, exactly,” she asked. “Shouldn’t we try to catch the bird at its nest?”
The old man pointed straight up with an extended arm. “The nest is way up there. They like to nest in the tree tops. It’s best to get them where they hunt and feed.”
“Why don’t you use one of those camera drones?”
“I tried that, but didn’t find it that satisfying ... But, the God’s honest truth is that I kept getting it stuck in the trees.” Cole’s lips curved into a sly smile, pointing at a specific spot across the cove where the trees swayed gently. “Sad for a former Air Force guy, I know.”
She laughed and kissed him on the lips. It surprised him because it wasn’t one of the hot passionate kisses they had initiated with each other during sex up to that point. This was one of those sweet little loving smooches you see only between intimate partners.
After she straightened up, she gave him a look he didn’t recognize. Confused, he quickly changed the subject. “Look over there. See that cluster of reeds? Cranky loves hunting for fishes and frogs there.”
Holding his binoculars up, he scanned the horizon. “Sometimes, he’ll perch on that dead branch jutting out over the water, but mostly he works from the water.”
“What do we do now?” she asked
“We wait. Waiting is the hardest thing to do in nature photography, but the most crucial. Ansel Adams would wait all day for the light to be right for just one shot.”
“Who’s that?
“Oh, just one of the greatest photographers ever. I have some of his books at the cabin if you want to see them later.”
“I’d like that,” she said, smiling at him. “I like that my lover is an artist.”
Cole’s smile widened at her compliment as he looked out over the water. He lowered his binoculars, eyes crinkling at the corners. “I’m not sure which of the two descriptions of me in that compliment I like the most, although it’s hard to believe a girl like you is with a guy like me, even if it’s this way.”
“Don’t do that, Cole. Don’t belittle yourself,” she said vehemently. “You’re the sexiest man I ever met. I think you’re smart, kind, patient, artistic and successful. I don’t understand why you’re not beating chicks off with a stick.”
In the light of the morning sun, Cole watched his companion speak passionately on his behalf. As she sat beside him, her face flushed with the excitement of it. It was a view he hadn’t previously seen.
“You’re skin is flawless,” he said. “I never realized how beautiful arms could be. I think we guys look at a few female body parts and don’t get past them, but your arms and hands are like nothing I have ever seen. Just flawless.”
A hard blush colored her cheeks, but her eyes remained locked on Cole’s as he admired her. “You are a surprising man in so many ways,” she murmured, shifting her position to expose more of her smooth skin. “Most men see the face, the tits, the ass, the legs, but you’re seeing beyond that.”
He laughed out loud. “Oh, I see all that, too. I just have learned that a goddess is more than the sum of her various parts. What you’re doing with an old goat like me, I can’t imagine.”
She grabbed his face and kissed him hard. “I just asked you to stop that, darling. Stop it for me, OK.”
“If you insist, sweetheart.”
Smiling softly, she leaned against his arm, feeling the warmth of his bicep beneath her touch. “You’re a sexy motherfucker, buddy. That soft spoken manner gets me. What’s the saying? Speak softly and carry a big stick.”
Laughter bubbled up from her throat and then his as she pressed herself against Cole, their combined laughter morphing together into an echo across the lake.
“And, maybe it’s because you’re not afraid to appreciate something truly beautiful, like a mountain lake or a waterfall or a big blue bird.” Her hand traced patterns on his forearm, marveling at the firmness underneath. “Most men just ogle and forget. You actually ... appreciate.”
She looked at him with a kind of passion he’d never seen before, at least not pointed in his direction. He leaned in and their lips met.
His breath hitched as he felt her lips pressing urgently against his, his tongue delving deep into her mouth. Her own hands slid around his neck, pulling him closer. He kissed her fiercely, relishing the taste of her mouth, the heat of her body pressed against his.
This woman, this amazing woman. It was so dangerous to start falling for a woman who could never be yours, but he felt himself slip dangerously in that direction. She pulled back after several seconds, panting heavily, her eyes hazy with lust.
She glanced back at Ken, his distant face framed in the trees, standing frozen, mouth agape, unable to move or speak. “Let’s put on a show for our peeper. Like we did for you back at the waterfall.”
“The roles have changed somewhat since then,” Cole chuckled into her ear.
“Mmmm, true ... but you know what?” Her teeth grazed his earlobe, sending electric shocks down his spine. “Now we can make him jealous and drive him crazy.”
“Make him feel like the third wheel he always wanted to be...”
“ ... And was always meant to be,” she said, continuing his thought. “I think I know exactly what will get to him. What if I make sweet love to you, darling?”
“What do I do exactly ... in this scenario?”
“Nothing, baby. I do everything.”
Summer laughed softly, shaking her head. She placed her delicate hand atop Cole’s, giving it a gentle squeeze. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, eyes smoldering as they held his intense gaze.
“You’re so beautiful.”
She blushed prettily at his compliment, ducking her head shyly even as a pleased smile curved her glossy lips. She fiddled absently with the hem of her shorts, forcing his eyes to her tanned thigh.
Noticing Cole’s appreciative gaze drifting downward, Summer smirked slightly and decided to tease him just a little. “See something you like,” she purred, arching her back almost imperceptibly to enhance her assets.
“I like everything I see.”
“I’m glad I’m not the only one lusting after someone today,” she murmured, her voice dripping with honey.
“I can’t imagine that you lust for me as much as I lust for you. If that were true, we might burst into flame when next we embrace.”
He heard her breath catch in her throat at his fervent declaration, his words painting a vivid picture that sent liquid heat rushing through her veins. She leaned gracefully across the bench, edging towards him with feline grace until she snuggled up against him.
“Burn with me then, Cole.”
She climbed up onto his lap and kissed him. She could feel the hard ridge of his arousal pressed insistently against her core, making her squirm with need. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she tangled her fingers in his hair as he returned the kiss with matching ardor, moaning softly into her mouth.
She rolled her hips provocatively, relishing the feeling of his hardness throbbing against her barely concealed mound. Nibbling playfully at his earlobe, she whispered huskily, “I’m going to throw you down in the tall grass and fuck your brains out, darling.”
Taking Cole by the hand, Summer led him to a place where the grass looked tall and thick. She dropped down into it and pulled him down with her. They resumed kissing to the music of birds singing and water lapping against the shore.
Summer rolled on top of Cole and captured his lips in a slow, sensual kiss, pouring her growing affection and desire into the embrace. Breaking away with a soft moan, she started to say something, but instead seized his lips again in another searing, desperate kiss. Her hands roamed feverishly over his body, mapping the contours.
He watched her eyelids flutter shut as their lips pressed firmly together and her tongue invaded his mouth once again, a gasp escaping involuntarily. Warmth spread throughout his body, and his hands trembled lightly as they caressed her hips.
Butterflies swirled in his stomach, a thrilling sensation that gave him every indication that this was so much more than putting on a show for her husband. She leaned further into the kiss, her hands clenching his shirt as if she never wanted to let go.
It took every part of his patience and self control to let her be the aggressor. It wasn’t his style. But, she wanted to show him something, and he wanted to let her.
As their lips broke apart, he whispered, “You’re a goddess.”
“Yes, you may have said that before.”
“But I mean it. I’m not playing around this time.”
She lifted up, looked at his face and laughed. “And you’re adorable, old man.”
She reached down, ripped her sports bra off over her head and let her breasts spill before his eyes.
His hands came up instinctively to cup her tumbling breasts. She smiled wickedly as she felt his hands on her and saw the look in his eyes.
“Do they look different in the daytime?”
“They feel the same,” he quipped, causing her to laugh again. She looked down at him as he used his hands to explore and expect her perfection. She awkwardly stripped her shorts off and began opening his pants while licking her lips.
Her long delicate fingers wrapped around the base of his thick member, struggling to meet as she tried to encircle it fully. Leaning in close, she drew in a shuddering inhale, breathing deeply of his masculine scent - musk tinged with a hint of sweat and arousal.
“Fuck, you’re so damn sexy, baby,” she whispered. “You’re too big for my hand.”
Taking a steadying breath, Summer opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue in invitation as she leaned closer to take Cole’s throbbing cockhead past her kiss-swolen lips. Her warm, wet oral cavity engulfed just the tip initially, swirling her tongue experimentally around the sensitive flesh while getting reaccustomed to the taste and texture.
Cole watched her blonde head bob up and down taking more of his cock deeper into her warm wet mouth. Her eyes were open as she cast a glance toward the woods trying to find Ken’s face amongst the trees.
The older man’s eyes closed briefly in blissful satisfaction as Summer swallowed more of his length, holding it deep in her throat before releasing it with a lewd slurping noise. When he opened his eyes again, he saw Ken, who was clearly visible through the leaves, mouth agape at the display.
Cole’s eyes panned to the young blonde wife as she popped his cock out and looked hungrily at it, her hand lazily working up and down the wet shaft. “He’s staring. And I think ... he likes what he’s seeing,” she said, climbing onto Cole and straddling him.
She positioned herself back onto him, rubbing her bare slit against his throbbing member with deliberate motions. Her movements were slow and teasing, meant for both Cole and Ken to witness.
“Yes, baby,” she moaned loudly, reaching down to guide him inside her tight passage. “He has his dick out.”
Cole didn’t care what Ken was doing. All he wanted was for the goddess to let him inside her. He hated not being in control, but he wanted her to have this, at least this one time.
With a swift, deliberate motion, she sank down onto his throbbing cock, throwing her head back in ecstasy. Her nails dug into his chest as she began riding him fast and hard, putting on the ultimate show for Ken.
“Ffffckkkk yessssss!” she cried out, hips rolling wildly. Cole’s hands grabbed her ass and fucked up into her, that tight young pussy gripping his cock like she never wanted to let it go.
There was nothing in the world like fucking this woman. He felt himself getting even harder watching her bounce on his cock. She bit her lip, looking directly down at him glassy eyed.
Her movements became more frantic, her breasts bouncing hypnotically above him as she rode Cole’s thick cock violently.
“I love your big fucking cock, baaaabbbyyyy,” she groaned desperately, head thrown back and chest heaving as his powerful cock drove her closer to climax faster than he thought possible.
““Coooooooooollllee!!!”
Mindless pleasure clouded his thoughts, as she turned into nothing more than a quivering mass of nerves focused solely on chasing release. But hearing her speak those filthy words sent fresh jolts of pleasure straight to his throbbing cock, pushing him right to the brink.
She whimpered in high-pitched moans as she rode his deep plunging cock, stroking that pleasure spot within her. Her spine arched off his body, toes curled tightly in her sneakers as ecstasy built to an unbearable crescendo. Her big breasts bounced and swayed enticingly with each powerful thrust, begging for attention.
She mewled brokenly, unable to form coherent words as overwhelming bliss finally overtook her. Her inner muscles spasmed rhythmically, clamping down like a vice on Cole’s pistoning cock as liquid heat gushed forth for them both. A shrill wail escaped her parted lips, echoing across the lake as wave after wave of pure rapture rippled through the couple.
Summer collapsed limply back against his legs, boneless and trembling in the aftermath of her intense orgasm. Her chest heaved for breath, skin flushed pink and dewy with exertion as she laid sprawled across the man, completely debauched. Her legs fell open wider, allowing Cole a clear view of her swollen sex still twitching faintly around his buried cock.
The morning air was filled with the sound of their overheated breathing. As her orgasm faded, Summer sat up slowly her blonde hair shining in the sun. Cole’s cock stayed buried within her as she savored the lingering waves of pleasure, her golden ponytail tumbling around her shoulders.
She leaned in close, her ample breasts brushing against his chest as she kissed him deeply once more—her tongue darting playfully between his teeth.
“Did you hear that ... how I screamed for you?” Her voice dropped to a husky murmur, meant only for Cole’s ears.
“Yes, sweetheart.”
Summer was curled up in the matted grass with her head on his lap as they began watchng overhead for birds. She felt serene as she closed her eyes.
“I feel so safe around you ... like I’m your special girl,” she said, feeding his ego battered from a lifetime of failure and loneliness.
As if on cue, a flash of grayish blue caught Cole’s eye. As the bird settled into the water, he couldn’t make himself move toward his cameras.
Ken
Ken stumbled out of the underbrush and back onto the trail heading toward Cole’s cabin. His cock was now soft and back in his pants, BFFsv having just completed an agonizing handiob while watching his wife sneak off and fuck her lover in the tall grass.
The cool breeze hit Ken’s sweat-drenched forehead as he walked briskly towards the cabin, mind spinning. It would be 30 minutes, while waiting in a haze of arousal and betrayal, before he would spot Summer and Cole finally emerge from the trees, disheveled and glowing.
He sulked his way through the afternoon as Summer sat on the sofa looking at photography scrapbooks with Cole. The old man’s arm was draped loosely around Summer’s bare waist as they flipped through a book together, his fingertips tight on her hip bone. Every so often, he’d lean in to point out a photograph, his grizzled face lightly grazing her cheek.
“I’ve always wanted to show these proofs to someone who would appreciate them,” Cole muttered, thumbing through images of mountain vistas and birds frozen in flight. Ken could care less, but his wife was mesmerized.
“They’re just so beautiful. You’re a real artist, darling,” she said, kissing the old guy’s cheek.
What the fuck? Why was she being all lovey with this codger? Was this part of the humiliation game? Fortunately, she didn’t say ‘darling’ again after that one time, and her husband was able to breathe normally again.
Summer went to the kitchen to make a dinner of ziti, her signature pasta dish. They ate together in the three remaining chairs surrounding the mid century dinette and opened a bottle of zinfandel.
As they ate, Cole asked if the couple was planning to have children, and Ken watched his wife closely to see if she would answer. She was the one who always said, at 28, she wasn’t ready. When she finally spoke, the words that came out of her mouth baffled Ken.
“For many years, I thought I didn’t want to become my mom, but lately I’ve been rethinking it. I love my job, but I can’t be a personal trainer forever. I’ve been wondering if there is something more in life for me.”
Ken’s heart nearly popped out of his chest with joy. “That’s great baby! You’re gonna be a great mother.”
She gave Ken a blank side-eyed look. “I still don’t know if we’re ready.”
“I’m ready,” he said definitively.
They ate in silence for a while, and Ken thought Summer began to drink faster, opening a second bottle. She smiled mischievously to herself and looked at him with a smirk.
“Who says that you’d be my baby daddy, anyway? That’s not that clear anymore. Is it?”
“Summer?” he said in surprise.
“Maybe I could find someone more mature, more prepared to be a father.”
“Like who, prey tell?” Cole asked, smiling back at her.
“Is there any reason you couldn’t do it? Any medical constraints?”
“None that I’m aware of, but I’ll gladly get tested...”
“OOOOKay,” Ken said with a false laugh. “I see what you two are doing. Nice try.”
Yet, Summer wasn’t paying any attention to him. She was looking admiringly at Cole. “Cause if you’re available for stud services ... I could start sharing my cycle info with you, and we could schedule...”
“Come ooonnnn!” Ken whined. “This isn’t funny anymore.”
“No? Not even a little bit?” She got up from her chair and sat down on Cole’s lap. “What is your favorite name for a boy, Cole?”
“I’ve always liked Cole Junior.”
“Stop it!” Ken whined loudly. “You guys!”
“Wanna go make a baby?” she asked her lover.
“Of course. Right after I do the dishes.”
“Ken can do that,” she said, pulling the older man up from his seat and dragging him toward the bedroom. “What else is he gonna do tonight?”
“Shouldn’t you wait 30 minutes after eating?” Ken asked, picking up the plates. “Don’t want you to get a cramp.”
“That’s swimming, Ken, not fucking,” she said as the couple disappeared into the other room.
Ken stood there feeling like a victim of blunt force trauma. Sweat was running down his forehead, and he thought he was forming a tick above his left eye.
When he snuck into the bedroom a few minutes later, Cole and Summer were standing in the middle of the room and making out, oblivious to the rest of the world. As Ken quietly took his seat in the cuck chair, she pulled away slightly, her eyes on Cole’s.
“Are you worked up, baby?”
Cole’s head nodded almost imperceptibly as her fingers traced along the zipper of his cargo shorts. “More than ever. Tell me you want me.”
“I want you ‘worked up,’ so you can show my husband how a real man is supposed to take a woman.” She winked at Ken, letting him know the green light was on for Cole to do whatever he wanted.
Then she turned back to Cole, leaning in to whisper, “Take me, Cole. Right now, right here. Make me forget everything except you.” Her hand reached down to palm his hardness through his cargo shorts.
“You work me up every time you look at me, sweetheart. I’m ready to go,” he growled, pulling Summer back into an embrace and kissing her again. She moaned into his mouth and ground against his bulge as she began to pull her sports bra up, exposing her huge tits.
After she freed it from her arms and prepared to pull it over her head, he stopped her. He took it in his hands and began twisting it around until it was snug on her neck.
“A man can’t have too many handles,” he said sternly.
“Of course, sir,” she nodded.
Using the new handle, he held her firmly as his other hand roughly found the flesh of her breasts. First one and then the other, squeezing and pulling on her sensitive nipples.
She moaned loudly, arching into Cole’s rough grip on her breasts. The tightened bra dug into her delicate neck, adding a delicious sting. “Goddamn, you’re really going for it tonight...”
She squirmed slightly in his grasp, glancing over at Ken sulking alone in the corner. A wicked grin spread across her face.
“I’ll do anything you want, darling,” she said to her lover. “I’m yours now.” Oh fuck, Ken thought. There she goes again with that shit.
“Get on your knees and suck me,” he commanded. Summer immediately dropped to her knees without any hesitation. Her nimble fingers were already undoing Cole’s belt buckle and fly.
“Anything for you, sir.”
With deft fingers, he pulled the band from her ponytail, and the shiny blonde hair spilled around her shoulders. “I want your hair loose tonight,” he said.