All alone, just the way I wanted it, I was better off. This was by choice, my choice. I had enough of the bullshit, enough of the games. So I quit my job, sold my apartment in the city, dumped my boyfriend and broke all my ties that was binding me. Now here I am. All alone. Isolated, cut off from the world in a way.
I bought this place out in the country. Away from everything and everyone. It was a big house, with 10 rooms. It had a small 4 room apartment behind the pool. My closes neighbor was about five miles from me, town was about ten miles away. The only people I come in contact with are the three people I hired to care for me and the place.
It was a family that I hired. The wife, Susan, did the cooking and the cleaning, she was about 48 years old. Very well preserved for her age. Not a bad looking woman, but nothing to write home about either. Her husband, Justin, was around the same age, now that was a man. Very well put together, tan and tight, he had the body of a warrior. He was part of many of fantasies I had, all the things I thought about to get me off, Justin was included. The last person that was part of the "family" was John, their son. He was their adopted son. He was 28 years old, geek looking, with glasses, and short hair. I couldn't tell what his body looked like for he was always buttoned up. He always wore long sleeves and baggy pants. It didn't matter anyway to me, he was there to work for me. Justin did the handyman work and John did the gardening.
So here I was, in the middle of the night, alone and feeling so damn horny. Sometimes toys just don't cut it. Sometimes you need the feel of flesh against flesh. The sweat from another person while they are pounding into you. All the nasty talk. I was hot, so I decided to go by the pool, all was quiet.
I layed down on one of the lounge chairs with my back to the cottage house. I was in a dream like state. Just drifting in and out of my fantasies. I took off the sash that held my robe together, letting the moon bath my naked body.
My hands trailing down my body. Playing with my nipples, gently squeezing and pulling on them. I wet the tip of one finger and ran it slowly over a nipple, feeling the cool breeze on my body, making my nipple even harder.
Then I heard some noise. It was coming from over my shoulder, from the cottage. I went to the window of the cottage to see if everything was OK. I was shocked what I saw. I just couldn't believe it. There was Susan standing over the two men who were on their knees in front of her. She was dressed in this see thru black gown. Spiked high heeled shoes. Her legs were spread apart. One man was at each foot, licking her shoes and making their way up. As they were going up, their heads were under there gown, pulling it up with them.
As they got higher, they were sort of strangling her legs, sorta like humping it like dogs. She couldn't stand anymore and fell back onto the couch. Now I seen her sweet wet pussy. She wasn't completely shaved, but she was pretty close to it. I could make out the wetness clinging to her pussy lips.
