My husband Gus was out promoting a real estate development his company was handling and I was alone in our sprawling ranch house just outside of Phoenix,
Our home is very comfortable with a large pool and air conditioning. We isolated from neighbors, which suites me fine. We are able to party and do as we please without worrying about prying eyes. Most of the day I go about in my "Wicked Weasel" bikini, the least amount of material you can buy for $85! Three tiny triangles and a bit of string.
At 45 I do not really have a bikini figure but it was safer than prancing around nude. Although we were secluded I never knew when a friend or acquaintance might drop around.
The suit did little to conceal my nudity, a couple of triangles that barely covered the nipples of my 38D breasts and an equally small triangle covering my patch of pubic hair. Actually being nude would be less erotic.
It was just after 10 am when the doorbell rang.
"Who the hell is that?" I thought as I went to the front door.
Opening the door I saw a stranger standing there. It was a young fellow in his early twenties obviously a biker.
I was a bit embarrassed standing there almost nude, "Yes?" I asked the stranger.
"Good morning Mam. My friend and I are out of money and wondered if you had any odd jobs we could do in exchange for something to eat?"
Standing about twenty feet behind him by the front gate was his companion, an equally young black man.
The one at the door was kinda cute, fine sandy hair with wispy sideburns. He was dressed in tattered denim and looked like he could use a shower.
"I'm Pete and my friend there is Lloyd." He said.
"Brenda." I said, "C'mon in."
Boldly I invited the two strangers into my home.
"Look in the fridge, you should find something to make yourselves a sandwich." I casually told my guests.
I saw them looking at me, no doubt in their minds they were fucking me already. God knows how long it had been since they had a piece of ass.
"Help yourselves to a beer and pass me one." I said.
I looked over at Lloyd. I had never had a black man before but my girlfriend Susan Lamb had been fucked by one in the parking lot of the Blue Plate diner one night and said he had been pretty good.
Lloyd was not as athletic as Pete, chubbier with the characteristic black kinky hair. My mind started to wander.
The guys found some chicken and were soon munching on chicken sandwiches and pouring back the Millers.
I took the party into the living room.
I switched on the stereo to enjoy some music while I entertained my guests.
"Who wants to dance?" I asked.
Unfortunately it was Lloyd who accepted my invitation.
Dancing is one of my weaknesses, booze the other.
Lloyd took me in his arms and holding me tightly against him we began to dance. Slowly he ground his loins into me while his big hands caressed my bare ass. I could feel his hard cock pressed against the small yellow patch covering my twat.
Pete watched while his buddy dry fucked me in the center of the living room.
Lloyd's right hand left my ass long enough to pull the string securing my top. The unfastened top fell away leaving my breasts completely bare. Big black Hand clasped over my naked it and gentle squeezed as his mouth covered my erect nipple. I needed to get fucked!
I looked over to where Pete was sitting. He had his cock out and was stroking it. His erection was so beautiful I had to have it in my mouth.
I released Lloyd and went to kneel before Pete's cock. I took his cock in my hand and guided it to my mouth.
My lips sealed around his meat as I inhaled to form a vacuum around his cock. My tongue swirled around his shaft and danced on his helmet. I begin jerking him into my mouth when I felt Lloyd behind me.
I felt my thong being pulled aside and the head of Lloyd's cock prodding me seeking the entrance to my cunt.
