“Where’s the bedroom?” Sandy asked as he started down the hall toward the back of the house.
Giddy at the sensation of being born along so lightly, Melanie pointed ahead. “Second door on the left.” She could hear Wes’s footfalls close behind them. Then they stopped.
“Let’s hit the shower first,” Wes suggested.
“Good idea,” Sandy said. “You don’t want us all sweaty, Mrs. B.”
As she slid from Sandy’s arms just inside the bathroom door and watched the two men begin to shuck their clothes, a fresh wave of shyness overtook her. Could she really get naked with them? It was one thing to imagine reclining on a bed with plenty of sheets for camouflage, but quite something else to stand in the big open shower with the two of them, under the unforgiving glare of the skylight. Covering her bare breasts with her folded arms, she hung back, watching, fascinated, as Sandy and Wes revealed the youthful perfection of their bodies without the least nod to modesty. They seemed completely at ease with one another as they stripped, tossing their clothes in a mixed pile, then got in the shower together. Melanie tried not to stare at their cocks, which both stood firmly at attention and bobbed with every movement. As Wes began soaping himself up, Sandy motioned to her.
“Come on in. There’s plenty of room.” It was true. Her huge open shower with its multiple shower heads and spray attachments was one of the reasons she’d bought this house to begin with. Never in a million years could she have envisioned this scene playing out here.
Melanie hugged herself and shook her head. The little seed of doubt was growing bigger in her mind. What was she thinking of, agreeing to have sex with both these young men? She was in way over her head. Would they be nice about it if she admitted she’d changed her mind?
It was as if Sandy could read her second thoughts. He stepped out from under the spray and came to stand right in front of her, his big male body resplendently wet and naked. He reached out and took her by the hand and led her into the water. It was too late now for regrets.
Closing her eyes as she stood under the warm rain-shower head, Melanie decided to make believe she was standing in a tropical waterfall. She felt her shorts being gently tugged away, and then her satin panties. Now a pair of strong, soapy hands slicked down her back and over her hips, caressing and washing her. She squeezed her eyes tighter as a second set of hands began to move over her breasts and belly in sensuous, slippery swirls.
As the big male hands slid further down, stroking along her thighs and back up again, Melanie shuddered and let her legs part. The fingers quickly moved in, finally finding the wet folds of her throbbing pussy. She let out a little cry and opened her eyes. It was Sandy standing before her, his gray gaze studying her face as his fingers probed her with infinite care and attention.
For just a moment she forgot all about Wes. The expression on Sandy’s face was so rapt that it seemed only the two of them in the shower. Her eyes strayed over the expanse of his chest, noting the fine sprinkling of blond hair and the tiny brown buds of his nipples pushing up between the rivulets of water that ran over him. She licked her lips, wanting to capture those buds and pull them into her mouth. She reached up to rub them with her fingertips.
Sandy groaned in appreciation at her touch, and his fingers came to rest for just a moment. Then he began stroking her again, venturing thoroughly between her pussy lips until his thumbnail scraped her swollen clit. When she sucked her breath in sharply he smiled.
“You like the way I’m touching you?”
“Oh yes,” she moaned. Weak with desire, she leaned against his chest as he caressed her.
“Open wider for me so I can get to your clit,” he murmured. He pushed her thighs further apart, trying to adjust her stance. She nearly toppled over on the slippery tile. Sandy turned toward his friend who stood several feet away, once more soaping himself up. “Help me out here, Wes.”
Before she knew it, the other man was at her back, his body slick and hard, his cock like a thick ramrod against her ass. He slipped his hands under her upper arms and lifted her back against him, supporting her weight. His hands just happened to land nicely on her breasts, which he began to fondle.
No longer needing to support herself, Melanie’s heart hammered in expectation as Sandy once again pushed her thighs wide apart. Now she lay back against Wes, splayed open for both men to see. She watched as Sandy pushed two of his thick fingers gently into her opening. With his fingers moving inside her in a sensuous rhythm, he used his thumb to tweak her clit, which by now was plumped to twice its normal size and exquisitely sensitized. She let out a yelp of surprise, and both men laughed. Melanie giggled. There didn’t seem to be much point in feeling self conscious now, she decided, not when the men could plainly see everything there was to see. And not with the incredible sensations sweeping over her. Sandy obviously enjoyed what he was doing to her, and was very good at it. She leaned back and half-closed her eyes, giving herself over to the pleasures of each stroke and caress as a coiling heat began to build in her body.
Melanie’s eyes flew open again as Sandy reached over and grabbed a spray attachment. He flicked it on and grinned at her. She watched in breathless anticipation as he adjusted the spray to a narrow, pointed stream. Beginning at her ankles, he worked the spray up her leg, teasing and stroking her with the stream of warm water. He moved it in along the crease of her thigh, closer and closer to her sensitive center, then just at the last moment flicked it away again.
After a few minutes of his teasing, Melanie was panting in delicious frustration. She writhed in Wes’s grasp, thrusting her hips forward toward the water’s spray. Sandy moved it close again, letting the jet of water flirt around the perimeter of her pussy. Her body hummed, begging for the next warm stroke. Then, without warning, he centered the stream directly on her clit for perhaps half a minute, enough to build her arousal to a new, titillating peak. She thrashed and moaned, feeling the keen tension of an orgasm approaching, feathering through her, puckering her whole body, but still hanging beyond her reach.
“Please, Sandy,” she whimpered as he aimed the jet away from her once again. By now, all she could think about was placating the pulsing little nub at the center of her being, and filling her passage with Sandy’s magnificent wet cock.
As he came close this time, she reached out and took a firm hold on his cock. He let out a soft sound of surprise and dropped the spray hose.
“Fuck me,” she moaned and pulled him up close. “Now.”
“Oh yeah,” he said. Settling his hands under her hips, he lifted her pelvis up. She felt the head of his cock nudging the entrance to her pussy, but not at a comfortable angle. And the marble tile of the shower was just too slippery. This wasn’t going to work, even with Wes to lean against.
“In the bed,” she gasped.
Before she knew it, Wes had scooped her up and the three of them were heading for her bedroom.
Chapter Six
Sandy followed Wes down a short hallway and into a spacious, airy master bedroom. Sandy pulled the bedspread back, and as Mrs. B eased down onto the sheets, he glanced around. The room was clean and uncluttered and painted in soft colors. Pretty much as he would have imagined Mrs. B’s bedroom to look. He liked it. Right above them, a huge skylight allowed the morning sun to stream in, making her pale, soapy skin all shimmery. He had the strong urge to lick her dry from her toes to her nose. He couldn’t remember ever being so turned on. His cock was so hard it hurt him to move.
He stood back from the bed and watched as Wes sat down at the edge near her shoulders and placed two or three pillows beneath her head. Her eyes were wide, fixed on Wes’s face, but when he let his fingers begin to trail lightly across her breasts, she let her eyelids drift down again. The tip of her tongue came out and ran along her lips, making them shiny and inviting. When Wes pinched her nipples she let out a soft little cry and arched her back. It was a clear invitation, and Sandy didn’t blame Wes at all for lowering his head to suck on one of those
rose colored tips. Mrs. B’s fingers got all tangled up in Wes’s hair as she hugged his mouth to her breasts. Pretty soon she was writhing in excitement, lifting her hips and letting her thighs fall wide open.
Talk about an invitation!
Sandy grinned and moved forward, sliding down beside her on the bed across from Wes. He grasped an available nipple in his teeth and bit gently. At the same time he let his fingers stray down her soft belly to the thatch of damp curls between her thighs. The closer he got to her pussy, his fingers circling and dipping, the more she moaned and wriggled beneath them. Her eyes met his, glazed with desire. Her body’s musky, warm perfume wafted around them, telegraphing just how turned on she really was. Whatever hesitation she might have been feeling earlier was obviously now completely forgotten.
“Now, where were we?” he murmured, teasing her with his words and his fingertips. “Oh that’s right.” He stroked boldly up her slick cleft, finding and caressing again the engorged bud of her clit.
“Oh my god! What are you waiting for?” Her voice was ragged with desire. “Put your cock in me.”
“Here?” he teased further, his thumb orbiting her clit, slipping into her glistening opening, then coming back to her clit.
“Yes, oh, yes!” she cried.
He glanced over at Wes, who gave him the thumbs up sign and then went back to suckling her nipple.
“You got it, Mrs. B.” He rose and knelt above her, swinging his leg across. He slid his hands beneath her sweet round hips and lifted her pelvis to the perfect angle. For just a few seconds he let the head of his cock rest at her dusky opening, enjoying the sight of it there, and then he shoved in.
OMG. He’d never felt anything quite like it! Yeah, he’d had his cock in more than a few pussies, and they’d all been deliciously warm and wet. Some of them felt better than others. But Mrs. B’s pussy? It was like her lady parts were custom made to mold exactly to his naked cock, to massage him and clench around him in perfect harmony with his movements. As he stroked in and out of her, finding his rhythm, she eagerly met his thrusts with her own body. Each time he drove into her, he seemed to go deeper and deeper, until it felt as if he must have punched his way clear through her. And yet her passage was still snug around him, somehow slippery at the same time, providing the perfect amount of friction to get him off. In no time he was ready to come. He fought the tide, wanting her to climax with him.
“I’m getting close,” he groaned.
“Wait for me,” she cried, writhing beneath him.
“Give her a hand, Wes,” Sandy said.
Apparently knowing exactly what Sandy wanted, Wes reached down and eased one hand between their two bodies. Sandy adjusted his hips, leaning back just a little so Wes could press his index finger into Mrs. B’s pussy. Wes felt for their rhythm and then began to follow along, stroking her clit in time to Sandy’s thrusts. With his other hand, he continued to work her nipples, rolling them roughly between his fingers.
Mrs. B let out a long, low moan of naked ecstasy. Sandy had never heard anything quite like it, and he loved the sound. He loved the flush of color that was stealing over her chest and neck too, and the dark animal desire that lived in her eyes as her gaze tangled with his. At the same moment he felt her body squeeze and pucker around his cock, surrounding him with waves of incredible sensation. The pulsing friction pushed him right over the edge. His taut muscles bunched tighter as he rode the crest of it, almost losing consciousness. Then, with his heart thundering in his ears, his cock unloaded like a fire hose into her pulsing pussy.
Several minutes passed before Sandy opened his eyes. He was lying across Mrs. B. Her eyes were closed, her breathing gradually slowing. Wes was stretched out on the other side of her, his head propped on his hand, grinning from ear to ear. He flipped Sandy another thumbs up. Sandy smiled back and rolled off her and up to a sitting position, running his fingers back through his damp hair.
“Hey man,” Wes said, “was that as good as it looked?”
“Better,” Sandy managed. “Truly awesome.”
Mrs. B opened her eyes then.
“Beyond awesome,” she said with a lazy smile. She looked straight into his eyes. “Thank you,” she murmured.
“Sure. I told you you’d like it.” He ran his fingers up and down her bare arm.
“What about you, Wes?” She turned her head and glanced pointedly at his cock, still stiff and dark with engorgement. But as she reached out to touch him, he rolled away.
“You can catch me next time,” he said, “This time it was all about you, Mel.” He bent down and gave her a peck on the forehead, but before he could move away, Mrs. B made a grab for him.
“And this is all about you,” she said, laughing as her hand closed firmly around his cock. In a smooth move she was up on her knees at the edge of the bed, pulling him up close. “You’re not getting away that easy,” she teased.
Wes grinned and shoved his hand back through his hair.
“Well, whatever you say, boss-lady.” Then he groaned as Mrs. B bent her head and took him in her mouth.
Sandy lay back on the pillows and watched as a good four inches of Wes’s naked cock disappeared into the welcoming depths of Mrs. B’s mouth. Her lush red lips worked around him, forming a snug ring that obviously felt as good as it looked.
“Oh yeah,” Wes rasped, his fingers twining in her hair as her head began to move up and down in a steady cadence. “Just like that.” He moved one hand to the bed post to steady himself and widened his stance, as a grimace of pure pleasure contorted his face.
Sandy felt his own body responding as he watched. The whole scene was erotic as hell. He particularly liked his view of Mrs. B’s backside as she knelt across the bed from him. Each time she rocked forward he caught a glimpse of her pussy, still glistening and swollen from where his own cock had been just minutes before. He didn’t think he’d ever seen anything as sexy as that. Unless it was the way she was using her tongue on Wes now, licking broadly at the length of his shaft, down around his balls and back up again.
It occurred to Sandy that he’d never known anyone quite like Mrs. B. Not only was she beautiful, with her soft curves and pretty face, but her eager lovemaking far outshone any of the girls his own age.
Wes let out another groan, and Mrs. B closed her mouth around him once more, making little mewing sounds of pleasure as she suckled the dark head of his cock. Her tongue darted out, swirling around the tip, caressing and teasing until Wes bit back a guttural growl. He grasped her face, his whole body tensing on the very brink, then Sandy watched as he went over the edge. Mrs. B pulled him in deep once again, milking him skillfully as his cock pulsed freely between her lips.
When he was done, Wes collapsed forward on the bed, a weak grin on his face.
“God. That was really something,” he finally said. “I feel like I’m the one who got the birthday gift.”
Everybody laughed, then Wes got up and went into the bathroom and shut the door.
“Lucky Wes,” Sandy said, stretching out at her side again. He began to nuzzle her neck and ears, kissing his way from there to the nearest nipple. She giggled softly.
“You’ll get me hot all over again if you’re not careful, Sandy,” she said. The dark desire in her big eyes told him plainly she wouldn’t mind that at all.
“Damn. I gotta get going, Mrs. B” he told her. “We’re still hoping to finish up early today.”
“Oh, of course.” She blushed and pulled away, dragging the sheet up over her breasts. She had a funny pinched expression on her face now, as if she wasn’t quite sure where she stood with him. “I have work to do myself, remember?”
“You could always come to the beach with us,” he reminded her, smiling.
She laughed a little, but wouldn’t meet his eyes. “That’s sweet. But you guys go ahead and have a great time. You don’t need to be dragging an old lady along.” Her hand came to rest on his knee for a few seconds and then moved away.
“Old la
dy?” He bent and kissed her, his tongue thrusting boldly inside, taking complete possession of her lush mouth. With his lips and tongue he tried to let her know just how desirable he found her, as if his cock hadn’t told her so just minutes before. When he pulled away she gasped for air.
“I don’t see any old ladies here,” he told her.
She blushed and looked pleased.
He stood up and strolled toward the bathroom. At the door he turned.
“See you next Friday as usual?”
She smiled. “I promise I’ll remember to leave the gate unlocked this time.”
“If you forget,” he said, taking a step back towards her bed, and letting his eyes come to rest on her face, “I don’t mind at all coming to the door to get it from you.”
“Oh,” she said. Her cheeks turned a little rosier.
“I’d be happy to help with your drapes again too, any time you need me to.”
“Yes?” Her eyes were beginning to sparkle now.
“And I’m pretty good with plumbing, if your shower attachments don’t seem to be working quite right. Don’t worry, you’ll be well taken care of, Mrs. B.”
“Oh my. I certainly like the sound of that, Sandy.”
Just then the bathroom door opened and Wes came in, a big white towel draped around his hips.
“Hey,” he said, “know what I just realized?”
“What?” Sandy and Mrs. B said in unison.
“We forgot all about her birthday spanking.” A devilish grin played at his lips.
“A sp-spanking?” Now she was really blushing and her eyes had gotten huge. She clutched the sheet to her breasts. Her words came out all quivery. “You’re just kidding, right?”
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