Chapter 48

It seemed a new custom for Benthe to change her top and wear a very revealing bodice and nothing under it. I think she wore it more for my benefit than Boris’s, and we appreciated her revealing cleavage. Lana let her bodice remain barely laced, giving me a good side view of her breasts.

“You teach us English,” Benthe asked, pointing to words in the book.

“You teach me Dutch. “Je leert me Nederlands.”

Lana told her parents to remain seated as she motioned me to help her to serve dinner. I certainly didn’t mind the view down Benthe’s bodice as I placed her plate before her. I served Boris and Lana poured the wine. Boris laughed again at the face I made to the taste of his homemade wine.

He looked up the words,” We make good wine in Canada, very strong!”

“Yes, very good wine! “Ja, heel goede wijn!” I replied.

As we ate, I said various words in English and pointed to them such as knife, fork, spoon, plate, glass. They would say the words in Dutch to me, mes, vork, lepel, bord, glas.

Our meals of roast pork were enjoyed very much, followed by a large slice of our wedding cake, cherry cheesecake.

I enjoyed the smiles, kisses, and view down Lana’s bodice as I helped her with the dishes.

We relaxed a while with words in Dutch and English spoken.

“Richard en ik gaan wandelen.”

“Richard and I are going for a walk,” she said to her parents.

Lana went to her bedroom a moment, then taking me by the hand outside. She went around the side of the house where she stripped off her clothes and picked up her dress, which she had dropped out the window.

“Mama weet dat ik een jurk heb, Poppa weet het niet.”

“Momma knows I have dress, Poppa doesn’t know.”

I got the idea of what she was saying, hiding the dress from her father. Lana left all the buttons undone and caressed me. I felt the soft material as my hands went up and down her back. Her breast felt equally as soft cradled in my hand, and then I slipped them from her dress. She released my cock and balls from my shorts, and I held the hem of her dress above her hip as we began our walk.

It felt oddly exciting that my wife dared to show her bare tits and pussy as we walked. Every so often, she’d stop, kneel, and suck some life into my cock, and I’d tease her pussy with several licks and kiss our baby growing inside her.

“I wear for you, Canada?”

“Ja.” I somehow have to find the words to tell her that women in Canada don’t walk around showing off their nearly naked bodies, though I do appreciate Lana doing so for me.

If a vehicle approached us, we’d stand facing the ditch, her hem down, with her tit in my hand and her hand stroking my cock.

We returned home, where Lana changed from her dress and poured us a glass of wine, listening to Boris and Benthe trying words in English.

I noticed Benthe kiss Boris, then walk over to me. She took my hand, leading me to Lana’s bedroom. She let the door stay open as she embraced me. Benthe was already breathing hard with anticipation as she smothered me with kisses. She placed my hand on her tits and I had her bodice unlaced in seconds. I slipped it off her shoulders, and her arms went around me again.

She fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, so I helped her undo them. My shirt joining her bodice, I felt the coolness and warmth of her bare breasts pressing against my chest. I held each full globe in my hand as she accepted my exploring tongue.

Benthe knelt, pulling down my shorts and off my feet. I’m sure that Boris could see her caress my cock, stroke it, and begin sucking it deep into her mouth. I glanced out the doorway to see Lana approaching, unlacing her bodice. She let it fall on my shirt as she took off her shorts and underwear, then sat on the chair in her room.

I rested my hand lightly on her head as I felt her mouth bringing my cock to life. I returned the pleasure, having her stand so I can take off her skirt and underwear and sampling her pussy.

I stood, we embraced, my cock pocking at our baby. I guided her onto the bed and settled lightly on her. We kissed and she offered my lips each nipple. I kissed my way down her body and tasted her pussy again. I looked over at my wife caressing one breast while the other hand fingered her pussy.

Benthe motioned me up against her body and caressing my cock, rubbed it up and down her slit and fed her pussy. It didn’t take much thrusting for Lana’s bed to begin creaking.

“Zal je mijn geliefde zijn in Canada?”

“You will be my lover in Canada? We fuck in Canada?” Benthe asked.

“Yes, we fuck in Canada. I’m sure you said you wanted me to before.”

“Mama, als Elke naar Canada komt, zal ze ook de minnaar van Richard zijn. Ze is misschien niet met hem getrouwd, maar ze kan zijn achternaam dragen en zijn kinderen baren.”