"Now that the boys have moved in, I'm not certain what to do. Everyone has kept their word concerning our private moments. Even Brian... I suspected he might ruin everything but somehow, he's kept quiet. Unless they're all playing me like I'm doing them. If not, I don't understand why he hasn't blown this. He must be going crazy keeping our secret. They all must be. Should I just let the cat out of the bag?"
Margo Needy sat at her makeup table peering off into the mirrors distance. Between each thought adding rouge to her cheeks, still wrapped in her peach-colored towel from her morning shower to cleanse the days cardio workout. That was the one thing the boys needed to understand, fitness was a must. Do not interrupt the Goddess when working on her physique. So far, they had given her space, although it had only been a week since everyone officially lived as one household.
She had yet to run into any of the boys since her alarm clock went off two hours earlier. Having gone down to the lower level to her home gym in favor of an indoor workout of cardio and weights she had only heard footsteps in the kitchen above. After her workout she ate a grapefruit and single piece of toast in her kitchen without contact, even though she saw Brian Hancock's truck head out without actually seeing him in the flesh. She knew from the night before that his father Bruno had requested his services in trimming trees away from powerlines around the town of Wildwood.
Eric Crowe had come home late from the Movie Theater he managed and had gone straight to bed after, to her knowledge he was still in his room. That left Cabot Ross and Heath Talbot unaccounted for. All she could do was presume they too were sleeping in. Their schedules all over the place with Cabot a waiter and Heath a painter for some contractor in town. They would surface eventually. When they did Margo wanted to look her best. As always!
Makeup applied to perfection she stands up and discards her towel over the back of her chair before doing her daily profile in front of the mirror to admire the body she worked so hard on. Pride was sculpting every curve of this Goddess of Love. Her late husband would have praised her with lust. Something that she required to keep her going. With Darryl deceased her sex life had been isolated to her own toys, among other things. Human contact nonexistent until the boys came into her life. Without her son to keep her in check Margo was going to live how she wanted. For as long as that was possible.
Within her massive walk-in closet, she found herself indecisive of what to wear. With she and each of the boys still keeping their secrets from one another she needed to dress somewhat conservatively. Once the game was over, she would drive them crazy wearing next to nothing. Perhaps in time... nothing at all. She could not wait until that day. It was coming very, very soon. So... what to wear?
In pondering conservative this out ruled her usual dresses that they had seen her wear and often reveal more than she should have, especially when Elliot her son was still here. Yoga pants and tanks were safe, yet maybe she should still reveal less. Going with soft pink leggings a size too small she found them second skin. Every crease and curve hid nothing without underwear. Cameltoe evident, butt crack deep within as if wearing latex displayed her pet cLamel even from the back. For the record cLamel was her figure of speech combining camel and clam. Sure to make them want to hump her she giggled in thought or dig for her pearl. Pun on purpose. It wasn't even Hump Day. The waistband was devilishly low on her hips nearing pubic delight. Her question was still, is it too much? A risk worth taking. She kept them on. With her belly trinket dangling it was just too gorgeous to deny. That meant a short shirt was needed.
Sifting through dozens of sexy outfits she chose a white lace halter top with a crochet look that held tightly to her chest but revealed full shoulders. Her cleavage massive and inviting was still hidden at least, for the most part, a deep frontal crevice was still worth drooling over.
"Oh my God! Why am I trying to be conservative? This outfit screams fuck me. Well..." She fidgets in her mirror turning for all angle reflections, "I'm not changing. Let them suffer."
Jewelry display she picks out a fine necklace with a very tiny cross to dangle between her sermon on the mounts. Thin ringed bangles about her wrists finished her off, opting against earrings. Enough time wasted, she wanted to move around.
Leaving her bedroom, she closes her door and shuffles barefoot down her lengthy hallway, passing each bedroom she halts to see if she hears snoring, or better still moans of ejaculation. Nothing! Not a peep! Shrugging she heads downstairs and finally hears clattering in the kitchen. Sneaking down the last few steps she creeps close to the walls to avoid floor creaking. She knew the layout well. Peering around the corner she discovers Cabot Ross digging in the pantry. With his back turned to her she goes to her double sized refrigerator and opens the door quietly. Bending over purposely she opens the crisper to retrieve a fresh peach. When opening the drawer Cabot had heard her and turned to see her ass offering an orchard of it's own. Jaw drooping, he instantly grew hard.
In her forward state her halter fluttered open to let him witness her tits exposing the entire underside like melons. The second Margo stood up, she shut the door and faced him.
"Good morning, Cabot."
"Fuck me." He muttered barely heard with awe. He needed this MILF again bad.
With a generated smile she nibbles mischievously on her peach and sucks out the juice. She found it amusing that his sweats went full on pup tent right before her eyes.
"There's that banana I was looking for." She winked.
"Damn Margo! How do you expect me to keep quiet when you dress like that?"
"Should I put on baggy bib overalls and a plaid shirt?"
"Definitely not. I mean I hope you dress like this every day. I'm just saying if you don't want the other guys thinking the worst that's not safe."
"So, you've kept your word not to tell the others?"
"I keep my promises. Count on that. Have you...?"
"Tortured the others? A work in progress." She nibbles her peach further. She didn't want to let on that she had already seduced the four of them. Let the boys suffer a bit longer.
"Brian's gone. Eric is sleeping still. Heath just went outside, he volunteered to clean my car to cover money I loaned him. Wanna get in a quickie?" He crosses his fingers. In response she seductively stalks him with lust in her eyes. Reaching him she uses her free hand to curl a finger over his sweat's waistband, tugging it out to peer down at his monster cock. Inspiration strikes as she eyes her ringed wrist bangle. Lifting his cock free of his sweats she fondles him while continuing to eat her peach. He tilts his head back taking in a nervous breath.
"That feels great. I was hoping you might..."
"Shhhhh!" She informs him to be silent. Feeding him a bite of her peach as she strokes him slowly, she moves in to kiss him on the lips in order to share their bites. Steamy as their tongues roll about, she catches him off guard. Talent leads to placing one of her bangles around his cock, nurturing it further down his shaft until it snugs a bit, the ring on sliders to make it less wild when worn. Lips touching, but not parting she whispers, "Like your new cock ring?"
"Fuck yes. Please fuck me, Margo."
"Shhhhh! Not yet. Show me your cock in twenty minutes. If the bangle is cutting off your circulation, I'll make love to you. If not... only when my game is finished. Cabot?"
"Yea?" He shakes like a leaf looking into her amazing brown eyes.
"I really want you to make love to me. Will the others be leaving soon?"
