She faced them. “How much is it going to cost?”
“What?” they asked.
“Whatever you damaged?”
“We didn’t, we swear.” They held up their right hands.
“We’ve been acting like boys so we wanted to make up for it.”
She tilted her head, smiling. “Not all of the time.”
“Really?” They looked at one another and high fived. “We’re half-boy, half-man.
Who’d have thunk it.” She shook her head. “Oh, sorry. No more boy.”
They’ll always be boys, she thought, but they were her boys, as they were her men. She set the roast back in the oven to finish cooking and turned around to see one of them opening the wine and pour three glasses.
Taking the glass handed her, he held his in the air. “To the loveliest, smartest and sexiest woman alive.”
“Here, here.”
They came closer to her, clinking their glasses with hers, smiling ever so sexy, their eyes holding promises she didn’t want to believe for fear it was her wistfulness.
She sipped the wine as she walked through the house to sit on the porch. Resting her feet on the porch railing, she laid her head back against the wicker chair with her eyes closed. The screen door opened but didn’t close right away, telling her they’d both come out.
No one said a word. They didn’t have to. The silence was comfortable but wired with anticipation of the night ahead, maybe. It certainly was on her part.
She glanced over at them. They leaned on the far railing, their backs to her. No doubt pondering their plans they’d been off making. Adrenalin pumped through her.
Need throbbed between her thighs and crawled through her legs, making them restless.
She needed activity to hold herself off. Getting up, she went inside to knock some balls into the pocket.
“Now that looks like dinner,” said a voice from the stairs.
Jackie looked over her shoulder. The reasons she was down here knocking balls around stood on the stairs gawking at her ass. She finished lining up the six solid for the far corner pocket and sank the ball. Then she responded, “Dinner? No. Better.” Putting the stick in the rack, she started up the stairs. She patted the ass in front of her. “Should have made this an appetizer.”
“Still can.”
“Nope, too late. Go wash up, and do it without getting soaked or making a mess.”
“Yes, Mommy,” the one she couldn’t reach with her hand said in with a boyish tone.
She crossed to the stove when they entered the kitchen, giving her attention to the transfer of dinner from pan to platter. She sliced the roast then went to set it on the table. The men sat in their chairs, hands under the table. Jackie thought it odd to see them so proper. It made her suspicious. Eying one then the other, she sat and fixed her plate, uneasy with the quiet. Any moment now, they were going to burst out with something to scare the living daylights out of her. Or wait for her to yell at them, because she couldn’t stand it. They’d win, as it was already getting to her.
Although she could feign apologetic behavior, slip down beside them and give them blow jobs to bring back the men she knew, she thought. She flexed her thighs when her pussy jumped with excitement. On the other hand, why rush it? Let’s see how long they can last.
She ate while watching them put food on their plate and eat ever so slow. The bizarre behavior was too much. After a long drink from her wine glass, she sat back.
“What are you guys doing?” she asked.
“Being perfect gentlemen.”
“More like prissy high-society spinsters at a tea,” she said then threw a piece of carrot at both of them in an attempt to get her boys back. They didn’t react like she wanted. Rather they took another bite and chewed with blank stares. “All right, enough.”
She threw more food at them.
“Food fight!” they called.
Carrots, potatoes and even the meat came at her from both directions faster than she could throw back. When the barrage ended, she saw food everywhere but on the table, even in their hair. She burst out laughing, went to sit, but missed the chair.
“Oh, god!” She lay back laughing, struggling to breathe. They came to help her up, but she tugged them down to her. “You’re going to help me clean the mess up.”
“Sure.”
They started licking potato from her chest. It wasn’t what she meant by clean up, but hey, it was more fun. She picked food from their hair, tossed it on the floor and half-heartedly protested when her shirt came up over her breasts. “I don’t think there’s food under there.”
“Have to make sure,” Lenny said, moving his mouth between her breasts. He never failed to go for them first. They were his favorite part of her body while his brother had to have her pussy first. Another point in the pro threesome column, she thought.
She lifted her hips, letting Randy remove her shorts and crawl between her legs.
“Could be something down here, too,” he said, running his tongue around her pubic area.
Sighing, she caressed Lenny’s cheek as she watched his tongue circle around her pebbled tip. He switched to the other as fingers probed her tunnel, slowly moving in 163
and out. She caressed his side with her toes driving him nuzzle in. He lapped and nibbled around his busy fingers. Her hands stretched over the floor, the pads of her fingertips pressing into the tile as she drew them back. Hands cupped her butt cheeks, holding her against his face. Shudders swept through her. Her pussy clenched.
Lenny drew her nipple deep into his mouth, causing her to arch. “This is so hot,”
she moaned as a slithering orgasm moved through her to the edge. She arched and all of sudden, they left her. “Hey?” she panted. They started cleaning up the table as well as the mess on the floor.
They looked at her. “Yeah?” Randy asked.
“Thought you wanted the mess cleaned up,” her husband added.
“I do, but…” She watched them in disbelief.
“But, what?”
“Not at the expense of what you started.”
Lenny grinned at her. “Maybe we’re ADD.”
“And you do have two hands.” Randy looked around at her from where he knelt cleaning food from the floor. “They don’t seem to be doing anything else at the moment.”
“With two sexy hunks in the house,” she said crawling over to him. She pushed him over onto his back and yanked at the snap of jeans. “I have better things to do with my hands.” She proceeded to prove it by pulling his jeans down and wrapping her fingers around his erection.
“They are quite powerful, too. I can stop your arousal, heighten it, even make you come in seconds,” she said while her hand moved over his hot shaft. She looked across the table at his brother, who stared at them. “What do you think he’d prefer?”
“I don’t know about him, but I want your mouth wrapped around my dick.”
The cock in her hand jerked. “Well, what are you doing over there?” She smiled at the man on his back. “He spoke for it first.”
In route around the table, Lenny removed his jeans.
They fell under her control and she realized she had the power to bring them to their knees, or back, as the case may be. It made her feel like she held a whip without actually having one. They were hers to master at this moment.
Spasms ran through her, forcing her to admit, the power went both ways. They shared it despite who had control now as her body reminded her by begging to ride of their delicious cocks.
She leaned over, brushing her lips across the tip of her husband’s shaft when he knelt in front of her. It bobbed. Overwhelmed with eroticism, she trembled with excitement.
“Oh, he’s a happy boy.” She swirled her tongue around the head, inhaling his musky scent. Jackie sighed then looked over at the one who didn’t dare move as long as she gripped his prize package. Randy had folded his hands under his head, watching her. She winked at him and gave him a little hand action and saw his eyes flutter. She smiled up at the lucky one in front of her.