Margo Needy needed to blow off steam. After her dizzying sexual encounters with new roommates Eric Crowe, Brian Hancock, and Cabot Ross, those that she had secretly made separate deals with the Devil's themselves, she was both stoked and scared. Having slept on the deals to remain quiet and not let on that each of them had already had her, nerves were tensing up. Not from any fear of her actions being wrong, but of her desire to take it further once all four of the boys found out about the other. She loved teasing, she loved sex, but in the end where would her life go beyond that arena?
Even though she did have the freedom to make her own decisions, she did promise them to stay on course, play the long game, drive each friend crazy before giving in to them all completely. She knew very soon that all four men would be fucking her more often. She couldn't wait, yet she would. Even she found it erotic to make them crave her. Keeping them at bay was almost more fun than submitting. Not really. Fortunately, only Heath Talbot was left on the list.
No poolside treadmill today. No cardio bike in her indoor fitness room. Today Margo needed fresh air and sunlight. Her property line bordered wilderness here in the Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania. Over their years living out here she and her late husband Darryl Needy had carved a foot path through the timber in multiple directions, for at least a weekly ritual of long-distance running. She if not Darryl when he was on the road coaching. Busy schedules limited more than that. Darryl was always on the move making a name for himself with championships. Sadly, it was the highway that took his life. In his honor Margo would still run every week in a three-mile circle back to their home, sometimes more to still her boredom. The wildlife was so relaxing. It gave her plenty of time to plan and sort out her emotions.
Alone with four young men was exhilarating even without the sex. Their desires feeding into her secretive passion to tease and flaunt. Eric Crowe was an incredible young lover. Being 31, with 32 just around the corner, and all four of the boys being 19, made her embrace the term, Cougar. She couldn't care less what anyone might think of her. Besides that, she really had no one in her life outside of her son Elliot, now overseas. These four strapping young lads ready to fulfill her every fantasy was orgasmic. She intended to keep them begging for more.
Her round trip run left her drenched in sweat, her tight white tank nearly see-through over her gloriously perky 40D's. There was no hiding her nipples, thick, meaty, and delectable, they were just plain perfect. Add that to Margo's loose white matching shorts with lace undies beneath them, the visual was breathtaking. Too bad the boys were all working today, with the exception of Heath Talbot that is. This was his sole day off from painting houses. As she ran past his beater Nissan Xterra, she slowed pace at her front porch steps. Breathing heavy she chose to sit down on the steps, stretching back on her elbows, and enjoy the morning.
Feeling a fanny pack on her hip vibrate she knew that she had a text. Unless it was Elliot, she had very few callers, let alone texts. Until the boys moved in. Now each of them checked on her faithfully. That and to flirt a bit. Most generally she kept her replies clean in order to maintain her guise as a reluctant landlady. This text was from Eric at least, of the four he was the most courteous. He whom bedded her yesterday, her third conquest of four.
"Heath home?" Eric wondered.
Heath had moved in late the night before instead of on his day off. He just wanted to relax without exertion. He was going to exert more than he anticipated very soon.
"Yes. I'm just getting back from a run. Unsure if he's asleep or up."
"Tease him hard. No sex."
"Of course, I will." She types giggling. "You really should just lay low and let me do my thing Mr. Crowe." It was really her choice in what she did, her deal was only meant to keep them quiet until she had seduced them all, then breaking to each that she was the ringleader in this house. The landlady would set her foot down afterwards. Or at least try.
"Right. Sorry Margo."
"Don't be sorry. I would prefer you never apologize again." She had told all of them that very same thing over and over, "Always say what you mean."
"Ok. I miss my dick inside you MILF."
"And I miss having it inside me. Soon enough. Let me terrorize your friends a bit longer."
"Do it. See you around 7:00. Wear something sexy."
"Just for my four young studs." She smiles nibbling her lower lip. "Until then..." Ending her text she hops up and makes her way inside. Entering the house, she kicks off her tennis shoes by the door and prowls the home in her socks, her first stop to quench her thirst with a tall glass of ice water.
With the heat index breaking all the rules she truly wanted to turn on the central air. Gravitating toward the thermostat she considers both the positive and the negative. Money was tight even with the boys having just paid rent. All of their money needed to be set back to pay the property taxes which were astronomical with an estate this large. Darryl's life insurance payout was almost exhausted, including the money he had contractually earned through the university. The boys opted to band together to keep the internet and satellite dish cable active. That was nice of them.
Cabot had volunteered to pay the extra power to run the air until she showed him a year-old bill when the air was in use. The staggering number made him change his mind. He wasn't making that much money even if the boys split the extra charges four ways. Fans and open windows it was. Margo was barely hanging on. She knew that sooner or later she would have to sell everything off, now she almost regretted selling off an inactive RV that sat next to the eight-car garage until this past fall when she sold it to stay afloat. She could have lived in it but no not anymore. Darryl's antique cars out in the garage, memorabilia, all of it might have to go. It was a horrible thought to explore.
Cabot had mentioned that she should turn the estate into a Bed and Breakfast. While an interesting option, again the money to renovate the place to accommodate the weekend rentals had to come from somewhere. Her not working meant most banks would consider her a high risk. Even with her resume and being the widow of a well-regarded college coach, and high paid athlete in his youth.
Old contacts from her modelling days were offering her small favors but sadly in the world of fashion, she even only at 31 was outdated. Looks or no looks, nobody knew who she was anymore. All because she chose to be with Darryl and Elliot fulltime. She didn't regret her decision, Elliot was her pride and joy, adopted or not, he was hers. Now he was gone from her life as well. All she had left was this estate, and four studs to occupy her time. For now, that was enough.
"I need a shower." She eyes her sweat stains. Even her beautiful mane was frazzled. Prying herself away from that evil, tempting thermostat she headed upstairs. Reaching the top of the stairs she passed by each of the spare bedrooms that the boys had to pick from. At Elliot's room she opened his door and looked inside. Just seeing some of his things made her tear up. It had only been a little over a week now since he had gone off to study in France, yet it seemed like a year. Regretfully she had to close the door before bawling her eyes out. She didn't even want to recall what Cabot revealed to her about her very own son's crush on her. That information was best left as unheard of.
Finding Heath Talbot's door open she snuck a peek inside expecting it to be in disarray. Not even a pop can sitting anywhere. It appeared all of the boys were the closest thing to being neat freaks that any woman could ask for. She was proud of them. That was one of her biggest fears, that they would trash the place. Respect went both ways it appeared.
"I wonder where Heath is?" With two extra bathrooms upstairs outside of her own private on suite, she found both to be unoccupied. Again, the restrooms were spotless. Did they hire a maid? Shrugging, she started for her own bedroom when she heard the creaking of footsteps. Down at the far end of the upstairs hallway was Darryl's private office. Surely, Heath had not entered without permission. Eyes narrowing, she shuffles toward the office and finds the door ajar. Listening she hears the sound of paper being sorted through. What the hell? Tempted to barge in and order him out she hesitated. Suddenly, she hears Heath mumbling.
"Fuck she's hotter now than she was in her 20's."
Surprised by his comment she realized that Heath had found the magazines of Margo's modelling days that Darryl kept on exhibit along with his other trophies. She hoped that Heath hadn't dug deeper and found other things that Darryl had hidden away to prevent Elliot from ever finding them. Darryl adored Margo and the beauty that she exuded. Unknown to most, Darryl rather liked showing off his wife in private adventures. Weekends away where Margo often did things, she might not have found pride in, but Darryl did. Pride in her. She... evolved and greedily grew to enjoy it. The sex with others at Darryl's command was incredible. Serving Darryl made her ecstatically happy. Then... he was gone. As was her fun, her desire to do things without him ended that day. Only raising Elliot and breathing was important.
