by Robin Stone
My phone dinged, and I lunged for it. It was a text from Ben.
Can’t stop thinking about last night.
Heat shot through my limbs, but I set the phone down. I wasn’t going to ditch Cara for any man. Not even two painters who helped me act out a porn scene in my living room.
“Is it him?” She leaned over the keyboard. “Which one? Do you have a picture?”
I thought about the pictures Ben sent me. Cara would scold me when she saw how young Ben was. And Alex? He wasn’t the type of guy I usually went for.
Michael said something from the other room.
“It’s in the bottom drawer!” she called. “Honestly, I can’t have five minutes to myself. I can’t wait to see you. We have so much to talk about, but I need to run. We’ll talk soon.”
“Okay. See you soon.” I blew her a kiss, then turned off the chat, guilt gnawing my insides.
I can’t wait to see you, I responded.
I hope he didn’t want to start sexting. I was too old for that.
I think.
Ben sent a picture of himself outside, wearing a dark shirt and reflective sunglasses. It looked like a recent picture, judging from the short haircut. Where was he? Was Alex with him? I wished I could see his eyes.
See you at seven, he said.
I could hear people saying he’s too young for you every time I looked at him. I resolved to ask him tonight how old he was, then pushed it out of my mind. I went upstairs, ready to transform myself from suburban divorced mom into a sex-crazed vixen.
***
Later that night, I met Ben and Alex at the door, wearing a flowered summer dress. Dresses made me feel pretty, and I liked how they’d pushed up my skirt last night. Ben gave me a long hug and a kiss. Alex lifted me off my feet a little and scraped his beard against my cheek. He put me down, turned my body and aimed me toward the stairs.
“Let’s see what your bedroom looks like.”
So much for talking. I’d spent the whole day in a state of arousal, recalling the brush of their hands on my skin. They followed me upstairs. I’d lit a few candles, knowing I’d be more comfortable in the low lighting. I’d put clean sheets on the bed, and had condoms on the bedside table.
“I just need a minute to get ready,” I told them.
Alex grinned. “Don’t be nervous, darlin’.”
“I’m not nervous at all!” I let out a laugh that sounded too forced.
The air throbbed with sexual tension, and I noticed a bulge in Ben’s jeans. They pulled off their boots and dropped them to the floor while I slipped into the bathroom, leaving the door open a crack.
I looked in the mirror, my heart thudding against my rib cage. I pulled off the blue dress and decided to just come out naked. I let out a deep breath and finger-combed my hair. Their low voices rumbled. Sheets rustled as they climbed into the bed.
I squinted at the crinkles around my eyes and was thankful for the low light. I was about to open the door when I heard Ben’s whisper.
“Think she’ll chicken out?”
“Nah, she’s up for it.”
I peered into the room. Alex was lying on his back. Ben slid his fingers over Alex’s chest, down to his stomach, then below the sheets. His hand moved under the sheet, and heat pooled in my pussy.
“Been waitin’ all day for this,” Alex said.
Ben pulled Alex into an embrace. They held each other close, kissing and rubbing their bodies together. The sight of two strong male bodies flexing and sighing and kissing was too much. Alex was practically sucking Ben’s face off. My arm bumped into the door, and they stopped.
“Might as well join in,” Alex said. We know you’re watchin’.”
I pushed the door open and stepped into the room. They separated, and I climbed in between them, settling on my back. Their breathing was heavy, and their cocks were hard. I reached down and took one in each hand.
That was one for the list: a cock in each hand. They felt solid and soft at the same time, their skin sliding as I moved my fingers up and down their shafts. I loved the sound of their masculine moans as they shifted against my hands. I brushed my thumbs over their tips and found wetness, smearing it over their shafts.
“Damn,” Alex said.
They gently stroked my thighs, pushing open my legs. Light brushes against my skin had me squirming. Large fingers stroked my mound. Alex lifted my arms over my head and held them together at the wrist. Ben leaned over and planted a hot, deep kiss on my mouth. I was helpless and exposed, growing warm from the heat of their bodies.
They slid down a little and pulled my nipples into their mouths. I gasped, and I started getting wet. They spent time sucking my nipples, flicking them with their tongues. A few minutes later, Alex kissed his way down my body, dipping his tongue into my belly button.
“Can’t wait to taste this red hair again,” he said.
“She needs a good pounding tonight,” Ben added. “I’m up first.”
“Like hell.”
Ben trailed his fingers down my stomach and brushed my pussy. I opened my thighs, and he started stroking my clit. Alex squeezed my breast.
“Yes!” I said.
“Ya like that?” Alex asked, squeezing harder.
“Oh, yes.…”
Alex squeezed my breast again and flicked my nipple with his thumb. Wetness slicked Ben’s fingers, and I arched off the bed.
“Get her off, Benny.”
Ben increased his speed on my clit while Alex played with my nipples. I squirmed and cried out, but they held on and pleasured me until I gasped for breath, begging to come. Alex leaned over and sucked my nipple into his mouth, and I came hard, pushing against Ben’s fingers. My pussy throbbed, sending out waves of pleasure that radiated over my stomach, hips and thighs, traveling all the way to my fingers and toes. They moved with my body, murmuring encouragement.
“So fucking hot!”
“Gorgeous,” Alex murmured.
They kissed and stroked my body until I finished. Ben asked about a condom, and I pointed to the bedside table.
“So how do you like to get plowed, Red?”
Ben sighed. “Jesus, Alex! You were doing so good.”
“Sorry. What position do you want, honey?”
I bit my bottom lip.
“Rachel?” Ben asked.
I swallowed hard. “I can’t remember the last time a man asked me that.”
Ben and Alex shot each other a look.
“I don’t know what kinda men you’ve been seeing, but they sound like a bunch of assholes.” Alex shook his head. “Just tell Ben what you want.”
Ben nodded eagerly. He traced his finger over my collarbone, down my breastbone and over my stomach. He licked his lips, and his breathing turned ragged. I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me.
“Do you do everything he tells you?” I asked.
Ben grinned, and the cleft in his chin appeared. “Yeah. Most of the time.”
Our eyes met and held, and he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. He seemed so eager to please us, so ready to take direction.
“Kneel in front of me,” I said.
“Now we’re talkin’.”
Alex handed him a condom. Ben tore it open and sheathed himself. He kneeled in front of me, hiking my legs up on his thighs. His lids went heavy, and he pressed his cock against my wet folds.
CHAPTER 7
I shifted my hips, aching to be filled. Ben gripped the base of his cock and pushed inside me. He thrust slowly, giving me time to adjust.
“Fuck,” he said.
He gripped my thighs and drove deeper and deeper until he was fully inside me. He felt so good, so thick and solid and hot. His firm body moved against mine, tanned skin against pale. His brows knitted together as he thrust, shifting my body on the mattress.
Alex picked up my wrist and moved it down to my pussy, encouraging me to play with myself. I rubbed my clit, enjoying the fullness of Ben’s cock while I stroked myself.
Ben s
ped up, circling his hips a little. He looked down to where our bodies were joined. Alex lay beside me, stroking my hair and kissing me. I closed my eyes, inhaling their masculine scents.
They took their time, kissing and stroking and fucking me. I lost myself in Ben’s thrusts and grunts and the firm pressure of his hands on my thighs.
It was all too much, and a few minutes later I was getting close. I arched and bucked against Ben, my fingers moving faster. The mattress shifted, and when I opened my eyes, Alex kneeled by my side, his big cock in his hand.
“Fuck, she feels so good.”
“Fuck her hard,” Alex instructed. “Darlin’, you get that pussy off.”
My pussy grew tighter, and Ben cursed again. I put more pressure on my clit and exploded, clenching around Ben as I came. His fingers dug into my calves, and he fucked me faster until he came, bucking against me, our cries echoing off the walls.
Alex jerked his cock, panting and sweating. When my orgasm ended, I reached for his cock and put it near my mouth. Alex cursed, and a stream of cum hit my cheek. I sucked in his head, swallowing the rest as he shuddered and came down my throat.
Alex grabbed my hair and pulled it a little as he finished, his hips slowing, until he was bent over, shaking. Ben finally pulled out of me and fell to the bed, breathing hard. I wiped the cum off my cheek.
“Sorry ’bout the mess,” Alex said. “Couldn’t help it.”
I looked at the ceiling, catching my breath and still dizzy from the sex and their warm bodies. We cleaned up, and I flopped back into bed, exhausted. Ben pulled me against his chest. Alex lay beside us, his hand on my waist.
It felt so good to be held by a man. Two men. The fucking was fun, but lying between them was warm and comforting. I sighed.
“What’s wrong?” Ben asked.
I shook my head. No, no, no, I wasn’t going to cry.
“I don’t know,” I said. “You feel so good.”
Ben lifted my chin and pressed a warm kiss to my lips.
“Okay, spill it.” Alex stroked my thigh. “Go ahead, it’ll make you feel better.”
“What?” I asked.
“Tell us your story. Tell us why you came to meet us in that bar.”
I turned and looked at Alex. His dark brows were knit together. He put his hand over mine and squeezed.
“Gettin’ back at an ex? Gettin’ over someone? Doing it on a dare?”
I propped myself up on my elbows. “Having a threesome on a dare? Are you kidding?”
“We’ve heard it all,” Alex said.
“Oh, right, you’re experts. How many MILFs have you fucked?”
Alex raised his eyebrow and looked at Ben.
“And you!” I sat up, pulling the sheets over my breasts. “How old are you, anyway?”
“I’m twenty-six.”
My stomach dropped. I put my hand on my chest. “Ohmygod. Twenty-six?”
“Now don’t get all excited,” Alex said. “You didn’t care how old he was a few minutes ago when you were screaming his name.”
I turned to Alex. “And how old are you?”
“I’m thirty-five. Who the fuck cares how old we are? You had fun, right?”
Ben grinned at me and nudged my arm until I smiled. God, he was handsome. Smooth, tanned skin. The softest lips I’d ever felt on a man. And he smelled heavenly, like soap and freshly cut wood. His eyes met mine, and my heart fluttered.
“I’m not getting back at an ex,” I said. “He doesn’t know anything about this. We barely speak anymore. I just…wanted to have some new experiences. I married young. I wasn’t a virgin, but I wasn’t very experienced.”
“Got it,” Alex said. “Glad to help.”
“What about you?” I asked. “I don’t know where you live. I don’t know about your friends or what you like to do. Nothing.”
“Thought you were looking us up.” Ben smirked and put his hands behind his head. “My life’s an open book. I don’t have anything to hide. Alex, on the other hand…”
I sucked in a breath, and Alex laughed.
“Yeah, you’re in bed with a real criminal.” He rested his head on his hand. “I’ve been arrested twice.”
I didn’t find that in my background check. My heartbeat picked up. “For what?”
“Drunk and disorderly. Both times.”
“Thinks he’s real tough,” Ben said. “He used to get into bar fights.”
“Used to?”
“Those dickwads had it comin’.”
I thought back to the bar and their request for beer. “Should you be drinking?”
They both laughed, and my neck flushed.
“Now, don’t go actin’ like my mom. Jesus. You’ll make my dick shrivel up.”
“I can’t help it,” I said. “I am a mom.”
“That’s where he got his scars, in a bar fight.” Ben said. “A regular tough guy.”
I brushed my finger over the scar on his cheek.
“Don’t forget this one,” he said, raising his right hand. “Got it the same night.”
I brushed my hand over the jagged scar. “What happened?”
His features darkened, and he looked away. “It was a long time ago. Nothin’ worth remembering.”
“He just pretends to be bad,” Ben said. “He rides a motorcycle and hangs out in a biker bar.”
“It’s not a biker bar. Listen, Red, don’t get the wrong idea about me like everyone else. I’m a good boy now. Work, pay my taxes, fuck. Just like every other red-blooded American.”
Ben sat up and put his feet on the floor. My heart sank. I didn’t want them to leave.
“I’m not proud of everything I’ve done, but I don’t live in the past,” Alex said. “My family was embarrassed about my behavior. I came from a good home with a mom and dad who loved me. I went through a rebellious phase, but that’s over. I’m too old for that shit now.”
I sat up against the headboard. Ben’s shoulders slumped. The warm feelings between us had dulled a little.
“Got anything to eat?” he asked, looking at the floor. “I’m hungry as hell.”
“Sure,” I said. “Let’s go downstairs.”
***
Twenty minutes later, we sat around the kitchen table. I warmed up some leftovers, and Ben and Alex fell on the food like they hadn’t eaten in days. Ben thanked me between bites. He scolded Alex for eating like a pig.
“What about you, Ben?” I asked. “I don’t know anything about you.”
“He doesn’t like talking about himself,” Alex muttered.
“You talk enough for the both of us.” Ben guzzled a can of soda.
“He’s a good kid,” Alex said.
Ben shot him a warning look.
“Sorry. He doesn’t like it when I call him a kid.” Alex grinned. “He’s the one with the shitty childhood. Kids teased him in school. His dad hit him. I ever see that piece of shit again…”
Ben’s jaw clenched.
“You don’t have to tell me all this,” I said.
“It’s okay,” Ben said. “I feel like we can talk to you. Tell you things. You’re warm and caring. I can tell you care about people.”
“My daughter told me I was the worst mom ever several times through her teenage years.”
“Kids say that shit all the time,” Ben said. “You have pictures of your daughter on your desk. You have a nice home. It’s clean, and there’s food in the fridge. You’re way ahead of the game.”
I looked down at my plate. I took so many things for granted. I always felt sorry for myself, but I had more than most of the single moms I knew. David was surprisingly generous about alimony payments, probably out of guilt. My parents helped with some of Emily’s college expenses.
“I did my best,” I said. “She’s a good girl. She comes home for visits, but I like having time to myself.”
“Benny went to college.” Alex’s chest puffed up. “Tell her about that.”
Ben ducked his head. “Big deal. I dropped out
after three semesters. Couldn’t afford to keep racking up debt. I got a job as a painter and met Alex a few years later. He really helped me get back on my feet.”
Alex’s face turned a little darker. Ben reached over and touched Alex’s hand, and my heart squeezed. They had so many layers. I’d made assumptions about them, but they were all wrong. I wanted to know more.
“Ben plays the guitar, and he reads all the fuckin’ time,” Alex said. “He’s smart.”
“Shut up.” Ben wadded up his napkin and threw it at Alex.
“So now you pick up women together,” I said.
“Yeah. I’ll admit it.” Ben gave me a crooked smile. “We have a fetish for MILFs.”
I put my hand on my forehead. “I can’t believe I’m being called a MILF at my kitchen table.”
“Hey, be proud of that MILF status,” Alex said. “Wear it like a badge!”
Ben put down his fork. “Nobody knows, do they?”
I shook my head.
“Knows what?” Alex asked.
“She’s ‘expanding her horizons,’” he said, using air quotes. “But her friends don’t know what she’s doing. Certainly not her daughter.”
“You’re right.” I sat back in my chair. “Nobody knows what I’m doing. My friend Cara is coming to visit, and I don’t know what to tell her. I can’t lie to her.”
“Cara, huh?” Ben said. “She single?”
“Dammit, Ben!” Alex said. “We’re having a serious conversation here!”
“Just making a joke.” He grinned. “Sorry. Bad taste.”
I chuckled.
Ben put his fork down. “I know I’m not supposed to ask, but how old are you, anyway?”
“Jesus, you don’t ask a woman her age. Even I know that!”
“I’m forty-three.”
They nodded.
“I woulda guessed younger when I first saw you, until you said you had a kid in college.”
“Me, too,” Ben said.
I smiled. “You two are good for my ego.”
We finished eating, and Ben helped me clear the table. Alex shuffled his feet, hovering near the door. It was dark, so I turned on the light and walked out to the truck with them.
A breeze blew a lock of hair across my face. Alex pushed it behind my ear. I stood on my toes and kissed him.