All sex is between persons eighteen or older and is somewhere between a hard R and X rated. A wife and mother struggles with the situation she finds herself in and the life-changing decisions she and her friends are making during a twenty-minute ride to a place they shouldn't be going.
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"Dammit! Let me up!" Christy exclaimed as she pushed the Romans' roaming hands away from her body parts. She scooted her lush bottom forward until she was sitting on Carlo's knees instead of his lap, and pulled his cousins' hands off her bare legs.
Once balanced, she grabbed her drink out of the cup holder on the nearby table. She knew she shouldn't be drinking more booze; her head still felt woozy from too many drinks the night before, compounded by the mimosas her friends foisted on her while shopping this morning! It was only 1:30 in the afternoon and she was on her third drink of the day; this for someone who rarely has three drinks in week!
Her sudden alcohol abuse issues aside, she faced a much more urgent problem: she had lost control of the situation on the crowded couch! Surrounded by four of the most beautiful young men - boys, really, at ages eighteen and nineteen - she'd ever seen, their hunger for her etched on their faces and exemplified by their stroking, caressing hands, it was easy to forget important things. Things like morals and proper conduct for a married woman with children!
There were twelve people packed into her van, which featured four captain's chairs, a built-in ice chest with a padded lid you can sit on, and a nice couch that folds out into a bed. Seven seats - eight counting the ice chest lid - and twelve people. That meant the four women were sitting on laps.
Randi was in the front passenger seat sitting on Lorenzo's lap; Terri was in Matteo's lap on the door-side captain's chair, and Nicolo was holding Judy on his lap in the captain's chair on the driver side.
Christy was sitting on Carlo's lap on the left center of the couch, with another young admirer on each side, a third on the other end or the couch, and Stefano sitting on the ice chest behind the driver-side rear captain's chair. He was facing her, and her legs were perched right in front of his hands.
She grabbed her drink from the cup holder on the table and drained the remains. Handing the 16 oz. cup to Stefano, she demanded, "Do you think you can remove your hands from my legs long enough to get up off the ice chest, open it, and refresh my drink?"
The youngster, surprised by the exasperation in her voice, made sad puppy dog eyes and pouty lips at her. Christy sternly watched the so-cute eighteen year-old add fresh ice, retrieve the plastic pitcher of Colorado Bulldog from the built-in ice chest, and pour her cup full, all while displaying an almost clownishly sad face.
Stefano might not be as flat-out gorgeous as Carlo, who could have been an European movie star, but, at 6'1" 170 pounds, with long curly hair framing a face so pretty it belonged on a male model, he could have any woman he wanted, and he wanted her!
Amazingly, all four did!
The other young men were gorgeous too, all over 6' with lean muscles, and seeing the want in their big brown eyes kept her pussy a hot swamp. All those sexy young girls on campus lusting for them, and these four were lusting for her!
She sighed, knowing that she was taking her frustration at getting manhandled by these four man-children out on Stefano. All they were doing was what young men do, trying to seduce pretty girls... or in this case, a pretty married woman!
It was he responsibility to say no, and she knew they would respect that command... if she said it and meant it.
The problem was, she could say it, but she wouldn't mean it.
They were young, gorgeous, and free, always ready to party, and lusted after by pretty much every girl and woman on campus; yet, of all the girls and women they could choose, they picked her!
They picked a 30-year-old mother of two who had already been married for seven years, over sexy young college girls with tight young bodies!
Why did they do that? She didn't understand, but they had pursued her relentlessly for weeks, and last night and today they were irrepressible!
She was flattered, just as her friends were by, as Judy called them, their own Italian Stallions.
Four married women, all with children; all were professional educators attending graduate summer classes. So, how did they end up in a van headed for a resort-type ranch fifteen miles into the Davis Mountains, with eight gorgeous young men who made their desire for them so obvious?
'Are we insane?' she asked herself. She and her friends were flirting with disaster! Getting caught meant divorces, lost jobs, and probably losing their kids! No cock - even the cocks of these beautiful boys - was worth that! And yet, here they were, crowded in the van, enticed into what projected to be a sex storm by the pretty boys!
Christy had handled boys and men for many years, since she began developing this marvelous body; yet, somehow, she seemed unable to resist these. Feeling guilty about scolding him, Christy softened her voice, looked at Stefano with a bright smile, thanked him, and petted his arm; he beamed in return.
'He is sooo cute', she thought, 'with his big brown eyes, olive complexion, messy dark hair, and scruffy whiskers. He, his three brothers, and four cousins looked so similar; their good looks have to be genetic!'
All eight of the lean but muscular, sexy, and good-looking Ricci boys were in the van... her van... the luxurious custom van her husband bought her to haul their two kids around to events and take on long trips! 'Oh my god' she thought in a panic, 'my husband is going to kill me if he finds out!'
She reminded herself that she
intended
to sit primly on Carlo's lap and talk to the boys for the twenty-minute drive, but as soon as she sat down on his knees, Carlo had pulled her butt back over his already swollen cock. She giggled, wiggled around to get in a comfortable position, and felt that big cock pressing against her bikini-clad bottom.
The other boys were crowded around, watching her with adoring but hungry eyes, complimenting her, describing the beauty of her face and body, leaving no part unmentioned. They told her how lovely and shapely her legs are while stroking and caressing them; praised her round derriere, he face, her eyes, shoulders, arms - even her ankles and feet!
She could see how badly they wanted her... Carlo wasn't the only one with a hard cock! Her breath caught, considering her effect on the four beautiful boys, and theirs on her!
Practically since the van started moving, she had fought for control of their hands and her own desires! She was fighting a losing battle on all fronts, and it was the point at which unconscionable things were going to happen if she didn't regain control - of them, and more importantly, of herself!
She already felt 'wongo', as her husband called it when she started getting drunk and losing her inhibitions, and Carlo holding her by the hips, pressing his huge cock against her ass and pussy while kissing her neck and ears, had certainly exacerbated her condition!
Sweet Stefano was sitting on the padded top of the built-in ice chest, facing her. He slithered off, knelt on the carpet before her, and raised her left leg. He took off her flip-flops and began expertly massaging her foot; she moaned in appreciation.
Francesco, on her left, placed his hand on her leg just above her knee; he began softly caressing the inside of her thigh and whispering his appreciation of the softness of her skin and the shapeliness of her legs.
Luigi was on her right; his hands were busily roaming from her ankle to the top of her thighs, exploring the soft skin and lean muscles of her left leg, and describing how she excited his sense of touch.
At first, Christy had tried to stop them with words; when that didn't work, she tried holding the offending hands. She quickly realized that was hopeless: there were eight hands caressing and exploring and only two to control them!
'A married woman allowing such liberty is totally unacceptable' she chastised herself!
The problem was, she couldn't rouse the wherewithal to stop them! She had temporarily broken the spell by sitting up and grabbing her drink, but they continued adoring her with their eyes and touching her with their hands, and she felt herself drifting back under their enchantment.
That startling realization catapulted her back to the question rattling around in her head even before she broke away from the fondling, caressing hands a few minutes ago. She grabbed her fresh drink, chugged half of it, and again asked herself: 'What the hell am I doing!'
She knew the honest answer was 'going to a ranch wearing a skimpy bikini so I can get fucked by all these beautiful boys'! She was unwilling to acknowledge that, so she couched it as 'going on an exciting but perhaps somewhat improper adventure with some cute college guys'.
That made it sound naughty instead of slutty.
Christy's emotions had become a powerful mixture of guilt, confusion, and excitement, bubbling in a hot cauldron. She hoped that new drink would calm her guilt and help her believe this was nothing more than an exciting adventure, because the trepidation and guilt churning her belly made enjoying this little adventure impossible!
With growing understanding that it wasn't just the boys - the forbidden nature of this trip was another factor in her gushing pussy - she accepted that her carnal desires had opened a small and growing lead over her conscience.
Her approaching surrender was largely due to the undivided fawning attention and roaming hands of the four luscious boys, which again had her body tingly and her pussy flooding. But the excitement of Will's 'good girl' becoming a 'naughty wife' was another strong factor! For the first time since they got married, finished their honeymoon, and had kids, she
wanted
to be bad! She wanted to get naked and have every kind of sex with these beautiful boys!
