Barbara stared at the long, thick cock pointed at her face as she knelt on the grass in nothing but a skimpy bikini bottom. Now that she was in the moment, it was a bit daunting. She glanced to the other guys nearby, all naked and all sporting large hard-ons. She knew she'd have to deal with them as well.
She looked up into the young man's eyes, parted her lips, and leaned forward to take him into her mouth.
* * *
Two months ago, this was the furthest thing from her mind. Sure, she had noticed the four guys were handsome, with their fashionable clothes, Mediterranean looks, and heavy accents. She imagined they'd break a lot of hearts in their time as foreign exchange students at the local university, but her husband Bruce was more conservative about that kind of thing than she was. As long as they paid the rent and kept the place in good order, she'd leave them alone.
She did notice one of them checking her out, but it only amused her. With her soft brunette curls, sizeable breasts, and a curvy body, she was used to the occasional stare. She imagined they'd change their minds quickly when they learned she was fifteen years older than them.
The rental had started out as a project for her and her husband, a way to keep busy and earn some extra money as newlyweds. But a few years back, he had gotten a consulting job that kept him away from home for weeks at a time. She took over managing the property on her own and had turned it into a good, steady stream of income.
One way she had done that was to cut costs by doing odd jobs herself. She had taught herself a fair amount about fixing minor plumbing and electrical problems and also tended the small pool herself.
Today was pool work and weeding. She had called the guys yesterday to let them know she'd be over. She grabbed her sun hat and gardening supplies and headed to the rental. It was still late summer and it was just a few blocks away, so she decided to walk.
She was pulling up weeds along the side of the house when big cheers erupted from inside. It wasn't the first time. They were watching some sort of sport, she guessed. But this time, they all came tumbling out of the house, laughing.
She looked up and started to wave, but instead her eyes widened as Giovanni peeled off his shirt and shorts and ran out into the street in just his tight yellow briefs.
"Greece rules!" he shouted. She glanced around nervously. He came back to the group as everyone laughed. She hurried to them.
"What is going on?" she whispered.
Alexandros answered. "This guy was saying Italy was so great and Greece was so shit. So we made a bet about a game we were watching."
"But he's in his underwear!"
"He's lucky he is still wearing that," Alexandros said with a grin. She looked at Giovanni and then looked quickly away. "Besides, this underwear is just like a bathing suit."
"Not a bathing suit around here!"
Then Demetrios said something to him in Greek. "Ah, I forgot that Americans are so..." he said something back in Greek and Demetrios said "prudish." He looked pleased to have remembered the word.
Barbara blushed. "I'm not prudish," she said lamely. Giovanni's underwear was not much smaller than a pair of Speedos. But it was also clearly underwear. "But the neighbors might be offended." She glanced at Giovanni again. Would they be? Really? Some might be happy for the sight.
She felt like a rube. She had never traveled more than a hundred miles from this spot, and these guys had traveled thousands of miles to a whole new country. She felt her face heat up even more.
"We will try not to offend you," Alexandros said.
"I'm not..." she started. It sounded weak even to her. "Okay. Thank you."
The incident grated on her, though. A couple days later she was at their door. Antonio answered the door chattering on his phone.
"I wanted to apologize for seeming prudish the other day," she said, holding out the plate of cookies. He turned his phone to his shoulder.
"Oh, Barbara, you are so nice. I love American cookies! Can you put them in the kitchen? I am talking to my mama."
She smiled and walked through the door. As she put the plate on the counter, she looked outside and gasped. Alexandros and Demetrios were standing on the lawn by the pool, clearly smoking a joint. She banged on the window. They started, saw her, waved, and went back to smoking. She rolled her eyes and went out the side door. The guys were laughing.
"What are you doing?!"
"You said no smoking in the house, so we are smoking outside," said Alexandros
"Yes," she loudly whispered, "but you're smoking pot!"
"Is it illegal?"
"It's... well, it's complicated. I don't want cops showing up, though." Goodwill with the neighbors was a key part of her management philosophy. Visits from the police would mess that up.
"You Americans are so... tightened up?" he turned to Demetrios.
"Uptight," said Demetrios.
"Yes!" said Alexandros. "It is difficult to know what will offend you. I know Americans smoke it. Do you not?"
"It's been a while."
"You should have some! It will offend you less if you try it."
"I'm not offended!"
"You see, Demetrios," he said, "I told you she was offended by it."
"I'm not!" She felt like they were laughing at her. "Fine. I'll have some just to show you." She took the joint and pulled a long puff of it. She slowly let put the smoke. "Wow. That's really good stuff."
"Yes," he said. "My friend is a very good source. Now, Demetrios, don't you have to do something?"
She looked at Demetrios questioningly. She didn't speak Greek, but even she could tell he was swearing. He took off his shirt, and, before she could react, dropped to the ground and began doing push-ups. Absentmindedly, she took another pull.
"What's this about?"
"I bet Demetrios that you would smoke with us. He said you would not -- prudish, he said. We made a bet. Loser has to do fifty push-ups."
She paused to watch the muscles in his back and arms. The pot was strong stuff and she felt time slowing down. She shook it off.
"You make a lot of bets," she said.
"Yes, it is all in fun," Alexandros said as she handed the joint back to him. "We are all friends, and our bets are harmless."
Even the little bit of smoking she had done had left her a little spacey. She silently watched Demetrios as he finished his pushups.
"Would you like more?" Alexandros' voice shook her out of her stupor.
"No, I should be going. But, thank you. Don't let the neighbors see," she said, giggling. It was good shit.
"Come smoke with us whenever you want," said Demetrios, who had just stood up so he could take a long pull.
"I think I'm good for a while," she said. But two days later, she had had a stressful morning of errands and remembered how calm she had felt that day. They greeted her warmly when she went over.
Pretty soon she was an expected guest and she dropped the rule about smoking in the house. She asked the guys about Europe and they asked her about America and her life. She began to feel like she was in college again, chatting away the hours about who knows what.
It wasn't the only thing that reminded her of college. Once she was nice and relaxed, one of the guys would inevitably sit next to her on the couch and put his arm on the couch behind her. Then it would drift down until a hand was on her bare chest above her blouse's neckline. She knew guys liked her large, full breasts, but she thought their attempts were hilarious. Usually she stopped them with a laugh when they got to that point, but a couple times she was so relaxed she didn't stop them until the fingers tucked into her blouse, and once Giovanni got a button undone before she noticed. She chalked it all up to harmless fun with young guys. But she also didn't tell her husband when he came home for a long weekend.
She wondered, later, if things would have unfolded the way they did if she had never met Rachel.
One day she showed up at the rental, and immediately flushed when she got to the living room. A blonde woman was straddling Antonio, kissing him deeply. His hands were inside her mostly-unbuttoned blouse, and it was pretty clear that was all she was wearing. The other guys were watching eagerly, and then Demetrios stood up and grabbed her breasts from behind.
"Uh, I'm so sorry," Barbara said. "I think I'm interrupting."
The woman broke off her kiss but continued to slide her body on Antonio's lap.
"You must be Barbara the cool landlord," said the woman. "I'm Rachel."
"Um, hi." Barbara didn't know what to say. Should she hold out her hand for a handshake? And a part of her felt jealous. She knew the guys were having sex; they made comments around her. But this was her time. She liked being part of their group and being the center of attention. She was jealous of Rachel's intrusion into her space, though she could see why the guys would prefer bombshell sex-having Rachel to move-their-hands-away married Barbara.
"Rachel lost a bunch of bets this morning," said Alexandros, "and now she is doing whatever we want for the rest of the day."
"You can guess what that means with four guys," said Rachel, tousling Antonio's hair.
"Why don't you get me some water," said Antonio. She unwound herself from the couch and turned to the kitchen. Antonio laughed as he lifted her blouse's hem to reveal a shapely, tight ass. Barbara just stared as he gave it a playful swat.
"And leave that shirt in the kitchen," said Giovanni. Rachel just smiled and undid one of the two buttons that was still closed.
"Um, excuse me," said Barbara, who followed Rachel. She felt out of her depth. This woman was clearly fucking all these guys, and maybe more than one at a time. She knew that kind of thing happened, of course. But knowing it and seeing it were two different things.
When she came into the kitchen, Rachel turned to her. Barbara tried not to look at the dark nipples poking out from pert, medium-sized breasts.
"I wanted to see if you needed any help," Barbara said.
"Getting a glass of water?" Rachel said with a smile.
