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"The temperature's ninety-seven. It's another scorcher, folks," the
radio blared from the back porch.
Jean Brown lay face down on the beach towel by the swimming pool in her
back yard. She released the bows holding her bikini top in place and
pulled her brown hair up to let the sun tan her neck.
Because of the rock and roll thumping from the radio, she didn't hear
the click of the gate lock as two entered the yard. They stopped to
Jean was thirty-nine and the of three, but you'd never know it by
looking at her. Her legs were lean and long, her ass high and hard, her
waist relatively narrow, all from hours of aerobics and attention to diet.
Her were a perfect C cup.
Her face, from men's view, was her best feature. Alive with
smiles and twinkling eyes, it revealed a sexy and intelligent woman, a
woman who enjoyed her life and its pleasures.
"She's always made my cock hard," one of the whispered to the other.
"Me, too," was the reply.
"Hi, Mrs. Brown," one sang out.
Jean Brown jerked up to see who called her. Gracefully, she pivoted
with her back toward them and refastened her top. The thong bottoms
revealed her shapely ass before she slipped on the coverup and stood. She
wrapped the towel around her like a sarong and tucked it in.
"Don't you know how to knock?" she asked as she walked toward them.
"We rang the bell, but there wasn't an answer," one of them said.
Her eyes flickered down them. Twenty-one-year-old twins with shocks of
light brown hair and blue eyes over boyish grins, they were a little more
than six feet tall, with the muscled hardness of weightlifting and
swimming. They wore only skin-tight biking shorts.
"Hello, Jeremy. Hello, Jason," she said, giving each a hug and polite
social kiss on the cheek. "You know the aren't here, so why are
"We wanted to talk to you."
"We've got a problem we need to discuss."
"Let's sit in the shade. Do you want some lemonade?" Jean asked.
A lounger and two folding chairs were on the porch. When Jean returned
from the kitchen, the were ensconced in the chairs. She handed them
their lemonades before reclining on the lounger with her legs tucked under
her. She tugged the coverup around her.
"What's the problem?" she asked.
"Sex?" Jean snickered. "Two studs asking an woman
for advice about sex? What's this world coming to?"
"Please don't laugh, Mrs. Brown. It's a real problem for us."
"Do you think you should be discussing sex with the of your
girlfriends?" Jean asked, with a warm and sexy smile.
"This time, you're the only person we can talk to."
"It's a different kind of problem."
"This isn't about my daughters, is it?" she said.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean Elaine, Emily, and I discuss everything," she lied.
"You don't mean it."
"Yes, I do. Everything," she lied again.
"Fabulous. That makes it easier."
"Yeah. A lot easier. There are things we didn't know we could discuss
"If we're going to talk about sex, we may as well be open and honest
with each other. After all, we're almost family," she said.
"That's true. We're going to marry them, but you know that."
"Yes," Jean said with a warm smile.
"And you're right. Our problem isn't about them. They're both dynamite
"Hot little sex kittens who purr when you stroke them."
"I can't decide which one is best. I love fucking both of them."
Jean tightened and her eyes widened at this revelation, but she fought
to control her emotions and appear nonplused.
"And they both enjoy fucking us."
She laughed with a hint of nervousness.
The didn't speak. She looked away, but as her eyes moved to the
roses along the edge of the patio, she saw their erections, flat against
their stomachs, outlined in their shorts. Questions flitted through her
Jean, her emotions back under control, said, "Now, what's the problem
you want to discuss?"
"It's a question about sexual ethics really."
"Oh, what kind of question," she asked.
"There's a woman."
"A very special woman."
"Yes, a woman who's sexy as hell."
"We want to have sex with her, but we're not sure how to approach her."
"Did it ever occur to you that you're asking your future mother-in-law
how to commit adultery?" Jean asked, frowning at them.
"Oh, come on, Mrs. Brown. Since Elaine and Emily told you everything,
you know they've agreed that we can have sex with other women when we want
"And that they won't have sex with other without our permission."
"We've had other women, but they haven't had other yet."
Jean nodded. She couldn't speak at that moment.
"One woman joined us for a fivesome. It was awesome. You
should've seen the three making love to each other, but I'm sure the
girls told you about it."
The could tell from her face she was unaware of that adventure.
"We've had sex with her when Elaine and Emily weren't there, too."
"Does the woman's husband know?" Jean asked.
"Yes, he does."
"He's a guy who likes to watch his fuck other men."
"So we fucked her and let him watch."
"Mrs. Brown, didn't you know some like to watch their have
"I'd heard about it, but I didn't believe it," she replied.
"They certainly do."
"We didn't let him watch when it was the five of us, just when we fucked
her without Elaine and Emily there."
"We never told anyone who she is. We kept it secret."
"We know discretion's the key to having sex with women. They're
much more likely to agree if they know no one will find out."
"We are discreet."
"Very discreet. We've fucked others. Some are married."
"And some aren't. No one will ever know."
"It doesn't sound like you need any advice from me. You two seem to
know what you're doing," Jean said.
"This woman's different. She's older."
"But that only makes us want her more."
"What do you want to ask me?" Jean asked cautiously.
"How should we do it?"
"Approach her, we mean."
"I need a drink. Would you like something stronger than lemonade?" Jean
"Me neither, thanks."
Inside, Jean made a bourbon and water, downed half of it, and refreshed
her glass. When she returned, she sat back down in the lounger. Jeremy
and Jason pulled their chairs closer to her. For a moment, she felt
surrounded. She tugged the towel around her legs.
"What should we do?"
"Married women usually don't commit adultery and every woman's
different. Since I don't know her, I'm not sure how I can advise you," Jean
"We know she's had an affair and we know who the is."
"She may have had more than one."
"She's so sensual and sexy, I can't imagine her not having an affair."
"I can't imagine not beating down her door."
"If she did have an affair, do you have any idea why she did it?" Jean
"Maybe she just enjoys fucking. She sure looks like she enjoys it."
"Her husband travels a lot. Maybe it's horniness."
"I think it's because she's all woman."
"She's definitely all woman."
"You sound like you really want her," Jean said softly.
"Me, too. I want her as much as any woman I've ever met."
"As much as Elaine or Emily?" Jean asked.
"That doesn't put down our ladies."
"No. It tells how much we want her."
"She's more mature, more, hell, I don't know."
"Knowing, like she's a font of sexual knowledge."
"Knowledge she's willing to share."
"She's one hell of a woman."
Jean Brown reclined in the lounger and stretched out her legs, crossing
them at the ankle. She lay her arms on the lounger's arms with her hands
dangling from the end.
"Mrs. Brown, can I borrow your towel, please?"
"Why?" she asked.
"All this sex talk has aroused me and these shorts are too tight. If I
covered myself with the towel, I could pull off my shorts."
She hesitated and he tugged at the edge of the towel. She released it
where it was tucked in and raised her hips to let him pull it away. He
wrapped the towel around himself, pulled off his shorts, and kicked them
"That feels better."
"Hell, how about me? My hardon's killing me."
"There are more towels inside," Jean said.
"There's no need to get up. Let me have your coverup. It'll work just
"I don't know," she said, but their hands were already helping her
As they removed her coverup, their fingers dragged across her skin,
making it tingle. She felt the goosebumps starting near her collarbone and
running down her chest.
When she sat back, she started to cover her with her arms. She
realized she was virtually naked and in the presence of two virile whose genitals were covered by only a thin piece of cloth. When she
crossed her legs to hide the wetness in the bikini bottoms and forced
herself to lay her arms on the lounger's arms, she was acutely aware the
bikini top emphasized her and hard nipples rather than hiding them.
She quickly glanced at the tented towel in his lap as he sat back and
splayed his legs. She closed her eyes and leaned back. Her skin was
prickly, her heart thudding beneath her breasts. She tried to fight the
desire rising in every fiber of her body.
"Mrs. Brown?" one of them asked quietly, as he put his hand on her
"Yes," she replied as she uncrossed her ankles and spread them six
inches or so.
"Back to her, to the woman we want so desperately. We've got other
ideas about why she had an affair with someone else and may have one with
"What ideas?" Jean asked. There was a tinge of unfocused dreaminess in
"Maybe she likes big cocks. We do have big cocks and some women think
that's important. What do you think?"
"It depends on the woman and on the cock," Jean said with a wry smile.
"But it sounds like you're bragging."
He let the towel drop away, revealing his erection.
"Am I bragging, Mrs. Brown?" he asked softly.
She couldn't tear her eyes away from his cock. Her breathing quickened.
"No," she murmured. "You're not bragging."
From the corner of her eye, she saw the coverup flutter to the concrete.
"We've got big cocks, but I've always heard staying power and hardness
are more important than cock size."
"We've got that, too. Staying power and hardness. Do you agree that's
more important, Mrs. Brown?"
"Yes. That's more important," she said as she looked at the other hard
"Mrs. Brown, sexual fantasies are important. Don't you agree?"
"Yes," she whispered.
Her legs twitched as she struggled to bring them together. Instead,
they parted. She knew she was ready and willing to have sex with them.
"What's your favorite sexual fantasy?"
"I don't want to tell you," she answered faintly.
"We've been told a lot of women fantasize they're taken by more than one
man. The make her understand they're going to fuck her whether or not
she wants it."
"They won't take no for an answer and they're stronger than she is."
"Much stronger. It'd be futile to resist because they're intent on
"She's knows she's going to be fucked, but she knows they won't her
if she doesn't resist."
"So she relaxes and enjoys it."
She felt long, strong fingers wrap around each of her narrow ankles.
She offered only slight resistance as they slowly pulled her legs apart.
She whimpered as hands behind her knees opened them wider.
"Is that a common fantasy, Jean?"
"I don't know," she whispered.
"Is it your fantasy?"
She opened her eyes to see each of them leaning over her. Fingers
trailed along the insides of her thighs sending bolts of electricity
"Please," she whispered.
Lips covered hers. A hand caressed her breast. Fingers undid the bows
to remove the tops and bottoms of her bikini.
"Be still, Jean, and keep your eyes closed. Shhhh. That's right," one
murmured in her ear.
As one pulled her limp arms over her head and used her bikini top to
bind her wrists to the wood frame of the lounger, the other suckled a
nipple and his hand gently stroked between her legs. The bikini bottoms
were tied over her eyes, blindfolding her. Hands around her ankles pulled
her down, straightening her arms.
"You're our fantasy, Jean. We've dreamed of fucking you, of having your
hot, delicious body under us, of your moaning in our ear. You're the woman
we want. The woman that drives us mad with desire. You're the women we'll
She felt the weight of a on the lounger. Hands behind her knees
lifted her legs as lips covered hers again and a hand gently twisted her
"We're making the fantasies real, Jean," one whispered as a hard cock
rubbed up and down the slick wetness of her slit. "Yours and ours."
She groaned against one's kiss as the other penetrated her.
Time had no meaning. Life had no purpose except sexual pleasure. The
sweltering heat of the day was not equal to the heat she generated as she
whimpered and moaned through orgasm after orgasm under the long and
relentless pounding until the walls of her were scalded by cum.
A mouth covered her slit the man's from her before another
hard cock wormed its way up her as she spasmed around it. That cock left
her exhausted and unable to function even as tiny orgasms continued after
Again a mouth cleaned her before someone released her hands. She felt
them lift her and sit her down in the warm grass where she knelt with her
"Too tired," she whispered, but they ignored her plea.
They bound her hands behind her. A laying in the grass wiggled
between her spread legs and guided her down.
"Oh, God," she murmured as a cock penetrated her from below.
"Suck it, Jean," someone said as a semi-erect cock brushed her lips.
"Come on. Suck it."
She took the cock in her mouth as hands gently tangled in her hair to
guide her head. She felt its slick and silky skin glide over her lips.
When the cock between her upper lips began to release its hot cum, Jean
felt the spasms begin in her pussy. She swallowed and a dabble of slid
down her chin to land on her breasts. She threw her head back and screamed
in the ecstasy of a final, overwhelming orgasm.
Jean Brown was naked when she awakened on her bed. She was sore and
tired. caked her lips and legs, its taste lingered in her mouth. She
struggled into the bathroom to shower. As she dried off, she saw the
evidence of her ravaging - the bruises on her hips where their hands held
her, the swelling of her lower lip, the small hickey on her breast.
She smiled to herself as she slipped the mumu over her head before
opening the bedroom door. She heard laughter coming from the kitchen. The
five of them - her daughters, their fiances and her husband, Frank - were
playing cards at the table. They all grinned happily when they saw her.
"Hi, Mom. How are you feeling?"
"Fine, honey. Hello, Frank," she said.
He was beaming as her put his arms around her and kissed her mouth
bruised from another man's cock.
"Hello, Jean. Did you have a good day?" Frank asked.
"You should know. You were there."
"When did you figure it out?" he asked.
"Maybe we shouldn't talk about it right now," she answered as her eyes
cut to her daughters.
"We were there, too, Mom."
"You were?" she said.
"Sure. Dad watched from your bedroom. Elaine and I were in the pool
house running the equipment."
"It's recorded?" Jean gasped as she collapsed in a chair.
"In living color," Frank beamed. "So answer my question. When did you
figure it out?"
"When Jeremy and Jason said some like to watch, I had a hint. When
they described my fantasy, I guessed. No one knew that but you. When they
bound my hands and blindfolded me, I knew you had to have told them
"You were beautiful, baby, just beautiful. It was everything I'd
fantasized when I said I wanted to watch you with another man."
"It was your cock I at the end, wasn't it?"
"You bet and you were magnificent, but then you've always been a great
"Did you participate?" she said, looking at Elaine and Emily.
"Let's save that for another day," Jeremy said. "Right now, I've got a
fantasy I want to live out."
They all looked at him as he grinned.
"I'm fantasizing about steak and beer. Let's go out to dinner."
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