This one is for the Summer Lovin' contest, so always, your votes and comments would be much appreciated. And Stay Safe Out There!
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Since my husband Cal had left me for some woman he'd met online, I now had to sell the house and try to rebuild my life on my own.
While trying to figure out how to get myself off, with no man in my life.
Cal had been distant for a while and had grown cold, rarely touching me for the last few months we were together. So I should have known something was going on, since he normally had the sex drive of a rutting stallion and was just about as well hung. Our sex life had been amazing, at least until he'd lost interest and found someone new.
Of course there's no point in dwelling on the past, or whatever it was I'd lost, now that he'd moved on and told me I could keep the house since he was obviously not coming back.
So nice of him, since I was the one that paid for it. And I was now stuck with the responsibility of fixing up our home that he'd been ignoring for years, so I could get it listed and sold.
With the investments I'd made, and the inheritance that had been willed to me from my wealthy grandparents, I didn't really need the money. But it was a lot of house for me on my own. So as much as I really liked living here, I'd decided to sell.
After spending the morning on the computer, checking my client's investments as well as my own, since I worked from home as an investment strategist, starting to feel bleary-eyed, I was ready for a break.
So, I slipped into my tiny barely-there white and red polka-dot thong bikini, and tied back my long red hair into a ponytail, ready for a dip in the pool. Downstairs, I had just opened the back door and got hit with a wave of heat, hot enough to take my breath away.
It was such a steaming hot August day I was just itching to get into the water for a few laps, when I heard the front doorbell ring.
I rolled my eyes, remembering that I'd hired a couple of guys, who'd come highly recommended, to fix up the patio and driveway, so the place would look a little nicer when I put it up for sale.
The house was a fair size, four good sized bedrooms with a nice big yard, since Cal and I had planned to have a family one day, at least before he ran off to be with his new lady.
That was the one thing that really made me sad, that at nearly thirty-six, with no man in my life, that I might never have a child.
When I got to the front door and pulled it open, I just about swallowed my tongue, finding myself face to face with a pair of insanely buff identical twins. Both clad in snug fitting jeans and body-hugging black tank tops, with the most amazing thick, dark hair, gorgeous sun-bronzed skin, as handsome as sin, and wearing identical naughty grins.
Oooh, I could already imagine, if I was the type to fool around, the fun I could have with them. And apparently so could my pussy, from the way it was clenching.
Even though I hadn't had sex since long before my husband had left me, over four months ago, I didn't think it would be too smart to get myself tangled up with these two, no matter how good, or how much fun I imagined they'd probably be.
I noticed casually glancing down at them that they were pretty well hung, too, from the impressive outline of what was pressing against their jeans. But I forced myself to remember that I'd only hired them to work on the yard, and I was not about to get busy with them, no matter how tempting they looked.
The one with slightly longer hair, held out his hand with his eyes slowly raking me over from the top of head all the way down to my red high-heeled sandals, of course sending my pulse into overdrive. Then with his big hand wrapped firmly around mine, he flashed the most devilish grin as he introduced them. "I'm Adrian, and this is my brother, Luis. And we're here to work on your pool surround and driveway."
I nodded, and when I noticed he just kept holding onto my hand, while still eating me up with his eyes, I finally found it in me to tug my hand free and replied a little breathlessly, "Good to meet you, I'm Ginger." I crooked my finger, and swallowed hard, trying to ignore how fast my heart was pounding, as I told them, "Now if you'll follow me out to the yard, I'll show you what needs doing."
What I didn't see, was them elbowing each other as they followed behind me rolling their eyes at the sway of my hips, and smiling at the sight of bare ass, with just a little bit of latex bisecting my cheeks.
Which was probably just as well, because if I knew they were interested, I might just be tempted to throw caution to the wind and have a little fun with them. Especially with how hard I'd been working my vibrator lately, I knew I could really use a tune up. And I'd bet my last dollar these two would know exactly what I needed, too.
Once we stepped outside into the heat of the punishing mid-day sun, I walked them around the pool and pointed out the few cracks in the concrete and mortar that needed repairing and the uneven flagstones that would have to be re-leveled. Then I showed them a few other areas of the poured concrete patio and long driveway that were looking a little sad and sprouting a few weeds here and there, where it had cracked over the last few years.
Luis, who I noted kept his hair cropped a little shorter, which was the only way I could tell them apart, nodded as he looked around. "Okay. I'll go out and get what we need to do the job, and I should be back soon."
Once he'd left, I said to his hunky brother Adrian, "I was just going in for a dip. It won't bother you if I swim while you're working, will it?"
Once he finally lifted his hungry gaze, from my full round breasts, flashing me a killer smile, he said, "No, feel free; If you don't mind me stripping down to my shorts. I think it's a little too hot today to work in jeans and a shirt."
Watching him peel out of his clothes, I swear I almost came on the spot. Holy crap was he ever ripped, ooh with such a full broad chest, and a nice dusting of thick dark hair that trailed all the way to... that insanely tempting bulge. Oh, wow. What an incredible this guy had, just like his brother.
