I wasnât surprised when I saw Mike and Scott on the deck. It wasnât the first time they had come back to the beach house and quietly climbed the stairs in hopes of seeing Annie walking around naked or perhaps more. Two nights before they had come back in time to watch her sitting skewered on my cock, milking me dry with her back arched and her breasts bouncing. They had seemed content to just watch; I wondered now if they were ready for more.
We had missed our scheduled week at our favorite Low Country island. Our friend (the owner) told us to come several weeks later, providing we didnât mind sharing the house with two of his daughterâs friends. I had assumed they would be girls and we were surprised to find two pleasant and good-looking guys sunning on the deck when we arrived. Mike and Scott introduced themselves and offered cold beers. We were ready to unwind after our long drive and they seemed interested to have some company. They were especially attentive to Annie, with her halter top showing off her breasts and her short-shorts complimenting the rest of her figure.
We talked about how we would share the house and things got off to a great start. Annieâs offer to put on a home-cooked meal went over well and we all settled in for the week. The guys, both 19, had finished their freshmen years at Georgetown, and were blowing off steam for the first time in over ten months.
The guys stalked the beach all day and the two clubs on the island at night. I golfed in the morning while Annie slept, and then we did the beach in the afternoons. Our evenings were for fucking or just sitting around, preferably naked. Prim and proper all the time, Annie loved to lounge in the house nude. Mike and Scott figured this out quickly enough and usually (but not always) made enough noise for her to pull on an old, oversized T-shirt as they passed through. Annie loved for me to tell her stories when we made love, and the proximity and attractiveness of the guys made them an easy addition to the fantasies I constructed for her. After three or four days of inventing various ways she was being fucked by one, two or three of us, she was now primed for a special evening.
Late Thursday night we were both stretched out on sofas in front of the TV, watching music videos with the sound turned down and recovering from too much sun. The roar of the ocean was all the sound we needed. The guys were leaning against the railing on the deck, waiting to see what would happen next, having a good view of both sofas, but obscured from our view by the screens across the open sliding doors. I knew they could hear every word.
âReady for something cool?â I asked, walking to the kitchen.
Annie stretched on the sofa, her white breasts shining in the light from the TV. âI could use something cool and refreshing. Whatâcha got?â
âGlass of wine and something to crunch on?â I asked from the fridge.
âSounds deliciousâ, Annie responded. âIâm feeling empty and could use filling upâ.
Sheâs not very subtle when sheâs feeling neglected. âIf you need filled up, I could have asked the guys to stay in tonight. You should have spoken up earlier.â
âThey looked quite delicious when they left for the club, I thought,â she responded, âI was ready to jump one or both of them, all washed up and ready to hunt pussy. Iâm getting wet just thinking about themâ.
I came in with her glass of wine and handed it to her, letting her take a long pull on the glass, her legs pulled up and her pussy shining in the flickering light. She reached a hand to her cunt and played one finger up and down through her snatch.
âI donât think youâd have to push either one. They have taken quite a shine to you and your fine tits and ass. I think theyâre both reconsidering the advantages of the More Mature Woman. These Southern belles are more cock-teasers than cock-consumers.â
Annie bit on the hook. âI may just have to give those young men a bit of therapy when they come homeâ, she responded, running her hands up her stomach, cupping her breasts and giving her nipples a good pinch. âFrom the stories youâve been telling me, I think youâd enjoy watching that. Wouldnât you?â
âWhich story did you like bestâ, I asked, knowing the answer already. âTuesday, Wednesday or Thursday?â I reached into my pocket.
âThe blindfold, mmmmh. Wednesdayâs was the best. Oh damn, my insides just jumped from thinking about itâ.
Standing behind the couch, across from the boys, I turned toward them and gave them my best shit-eating grin and winked at them. âAnnie, youâre in luck, thereâs another chapter to that story. If youâre up to it, of courseâ.
Her head popped up from the couch and I pulled the blindfold from my pocket. âGet up on your knees facing me and lean over the back of the couchâ, I instructed, âand Iâll tell you the rest of the story.â
She finished off her glass of wine and leaned over the back of the couch. I pulled her hair back and tied the blindfold securely around her head, as she rubbed her breasts and nipples, now growing hard and large as grapes.