Allan stood next to Ben with a grin on his face. “She’s going to love this.”
“I know.”
He leaned in close and dropped his voice. “We break it in tonight?”
“Hell yeah. If she feels up to it.”
The wooden lattice would keep prying eyes out, not that there were any neighbors on the back side of the building to see. The screen would keep bugs and mosquitoes out. Having it under the carport meant Libbie could use it in any weather.
After the hot tub was positioned, they got the remaining screen panel up while Ben and Allan were shown how the hot tub worked and the chemicals explained to them.
By two o’clock, Ben and Allan had fed the Johnson brood in appreciation for their help and sent them on their way. When Ben had first brought up the idea to Grover, it had been Grover who’d volunteered his substantial in-family workforce to help make it a reality.
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was happy to pitch in and keep it a secret.
Mandaline called them with a five-minute warning later that afternoon. The men were both downstairs waiting when they pulled up.
Libbie got out of the car, her eyes wide. “What did you two do?”
“Surprise!” the men said, coming over to kiss her. “We got you an early Christmas present,” Ben said.
Libbie couldn’t believe her eyes as the men proudly led her over to the new outdoor room that made up half the carport.
“You can still park here,” Charles said. “We don’t need to park under here. And it means you can use the hot tub in any weather.”
She blinked away tears as she hugged both of them. “I…I just never…Wow. Thank you.”
“We checked it a few minutes ago,” Ken said. “It’s not quite hot enough to use now, but it should be perfect after dinner.”
Mandaline and Sachi both hugged her. “Congratulations,”
Mandaline whispered in her ear. “You’re getting scary good at this wishing stuff.”
When the three were alone again, Libbie turned to her men. “How in hell did you two manage this in one morning?”
Charles shrugged. “We had more than a little help.”
“From the Johnson clan, I’d imagine.”
“Yep,” Ken confirmed. “Grover and the guys were sworn to secrecy.” He pressed her against Charles, who slipped his arms around her waist from behind. “And I think we can check another item off your bucket list tonight. If you feel up to it.”
Her pussy fluttered at the thought. “I can’t wait.”
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The men prepared her a scrumptious, candlelight dinner that night.
While they cleaned up the kitchen, Charles sent her into the bedroom with a pat on the rump. “Go change into your bathrobe and nothing else. And grab some towels.”
She grinned. “Time to break in the hot tub?”
“You’d better believe it,” Ken said.
Ten minutes later, they were downstairs and Libbie slowly eased herself into the hot water. “Oh, my god, this feels great!” She slid all the way down to her chin, the built-in lounge perfectly shaped for her.
“Wait’ll you see this,” Charles said. Both men had come downstairs with nothing but flip-flops on their feet and towels wrapped around their waists and carrying extra towels. He reached over and flipped a switch on the control panel and jets started bubbling the water.
One hit her perfectly in her lower back.
“Ooohh!”
“Good?” The men shed their towels and climbed in with her.
“Uh-huh!”
Ken pulled her off the lounger and turned her around so she was facing the side of the hot tub. “Feel this.” He nudged her forward until a jet hit her right between the legs.
She let out a moan and braced herself against the side. “Yes!”
Ken reached between her legs from behind and started fingering her pussy. “You’re not going to have so much fun in this that you won’t need us, will you?”
She wiggled her hips at him. “Nope.”
“Good,” Charles said. Without blocking the jet, he reached around her and began playing with her nipples.
She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip to stifle the loud moan of pleasure she wanted to let loose.
“Good, baby?” Ken asked.
All she could do was nod.
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of the tub and rolled it on. “It’s going to get better.” He lined up his cock with her pussy and pressed in. Between the sensation of the jet on her clit, and his large member shoved deep inside her cunt, she came.
Charles laughed as he held her. “That was fast.” He climbed onto the edge of the tub and sat with his feet in the water. His cock was hard and ready. Needing no encouragement, she went down on him while Ken repositioned her so she was kneeling on the seat in front of the jet and it still hit her pussy.
She held on to Charles’ waist as she went down on him. The cool night air was a pleasant contrast to the heat building inside her and the hot water of the tub. Ken grabbed her hips and set up a hard, fast pace.
“Look at our dirty girl,” he said, keeping his voice low. “Such a sweet little slut for her men, being fucked in a hot tub where anyone could walk up and hear.”
She knew the likelihood of that at night was slim to none, but his dirty words amped her need and passion.
Charles buried his fingers in her hair and took charge, fucking her mouth and making her a totally willing prisoner to both men. “Yes, she is,” he said. “Using that jet to make her come while she’s got two cocks inside her. Such a horny girl she is.”
Aaaand that was two. She cried out around his cock, not afraid of making any noises at that point and knowing the sound would be muffled by his body.
“Did she just come again?” Charles asked Ken in a teasing tone.
“Yes, she did,” he confirmed. “Squeezed my cock like a good little fuck toy.”
She moaned, helpless to their passion and hers. Her deep, dark desires were no match for the two men. They treated her like a cherished princess most of the time.
And their horny little slut the rest.
And she prayed they never grew tired of her.
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Ken pressed forward, shoving her closer to the jet and deeper onto Charles’ cock. She twisted and squirmed and tried to escape the relentless feel of the jet quickly pushing her to another orgasm, but the men wouldn’t be denied.
“No you don’t,” Charles said. He grabbed her arms and pulled them from around his waist and forced them behind her back. Ken took over, grabbing her wrists and using the leverage to fuck her even harder while Charles retook his hold on her head. “Now you sit there and come for us until we let you stop.”
The third orgasm robbed her body of all strength. The water buoyed her as Ken and Charles seesawed her between them, obviously in no hurry to come themselves. Sometimes, the men were borderline sadists in their pursuit of her orgasms.
Not that she was or ever would complain about it.
By the time the sixth orgasm rolled through her, neither man had come yet. They both withdrew and made her stand there, swaying in the water, while they changed position. Ken took the condom off while Charles put one on, and they assumed the position the other had vacated. In seconds, she was once again spit-roasted between the two, this time with Ken’s cock down her throat and Charles pounding her pussy.