The next day I overhear David on the phone to one of his friends. He's being careful about what he's saying aware that I'm within earshot. I'm assuming he's told his mate something by text message from his end of the conversation.
"No, I'm not making it up. This afternoon? Yeah, I expect that would be okay. Paul? Hasn't he got exams? Oh. See you both later then." David says.
He's blushing a little as he guides his wheelchair into the living room where I'm sprawled on the settee.
"Carol?-- Is it okay if Tony and Paul pop round to see me this aft? I shouldn't think they'll stay long." David says.
"Yes, of course." I tell him.
There's a big part of me that wants to rush into my room and put on a pair of jeans but my newfound hotwife personality reasserts itself, so I busy myself with a few chores, nervous but excited. I put on a kitchen apron which goes down to about knee level thinking that at least I will look reasonably decent from the front when they first arrive. I'll enjoy taking it off I think to myself and wonder what they'll make of my smallest of miniskirts.
Later that day the doorbell rings and I answer it. Paul and Tony are of similar age to David and I can't help smiling when I see that they are both slim and handsome.
"Come in guys, you're both welcome. David's through in the living room. I'll show you where it is. It's warm today isn't it? Can I get you guys a drink?" I can feel their eyes on me as I bend over to get some tall glasses out of one our cupboards. It makes me feel like a sexy French maid waiting on them like this and I realise I am already aroused. I pour them both a cold beer and a generous gin and tonic for myself.
Once we are all together in the living room I remove my apron and stand close to David's wheelchair whilst we talk. It's not long before David has his hand on my knee. I turn to him and smile approvingly moving my feet a little so that my legs are apart. We are still talking with the two boys as his hand moves upwards to my wet pussy, stays there for a few long seconds, then we all sit down. Everyone is pretending that nothing has happened but I'm sure Paul and Tony saw it.
Peter is looking a bit red in the face but says nothing. He sits down quicker than the rest of us, probably to avoid anyone noticing his erection. It was obvious that Paul and Tony were interested in me above everything else but, at the same time, feeling embarrassed and awkward. I'm hoping for some action with our two visitors but don't know how to start it. The sofa I'm on is quite low and Paul and Tony are on dining chairs. They're getting a great view of my long legs and from time to time I'm allowing them glimpses up my skirt. It will by now be obvious to them that I'm not wearing panties.
Paul and David begin a conversation about a computer game so I stand up and ask Tony if he'd like to see the garden. He accepts eagerly so I take him down to the orchard. We are out of sight from the others. I take his hand in mine.
"Tony, did I see you looking at my legs just before?"
"Yes Carol, I'm sorry, I couldn't help but look."
"No need to apologise, I wanted you to look, it excites me. You see, my husband isn't giving me what I want so I've been going a bit crazy lately.
I expect you saw my cunt as well didn't you?"
"Yes."