Tommy called a few times during the week and we talked, almost like teenagers on the phone. He was having a difficult time putting it all into perspective. I'd told him this wasn't about him and it wasn't about he and I, it was about me, exploring my sexuality. But he couldn't fully grasp the concept, of course. He's still just a kid, right out of high school.
To be honest I've been playing Tommy along, intentionally. I hadn't let him get to 'home plate' yet - I didn't want to sell the farm, as it were. I don't want him losing interest with an older woman. Not until I get what I want out of him first.
And that's what Saturday was all about.
"Tell you what, Tommy. Can you come over and do some work for me in the backyard? I'll gladly pay you."
Of course he said yes.
"Do you think you could bring over a friend to help you? There's a lot of work to do, a lot of tree limbs to be cut back, and brush to be cleared. I'll pay him, too."
There was a lot of work to do, but not the kind of work I was talking about. And I was definitely going to make it worth their while.
I greeted the boys at the door wearing short shorts to show off my legs, wedgie sandals to sculpt my calves and butt - the kind with cloth straps that wrap around halfway up your calf - and a loose fitting long-sleeved white silk blouse, tied up between my breasts in front to show off some cleavage. No bra, of course.
Their jaws dropped when they saw Teacher greeting them this way at the door, but hey, it's Saturday, right?
"Oh hello, Chris," I said, extending my hand. Tommy had brought along another one of my students. "I haven't seen you since you graduated. What are you doing with yourself."
"Oh, er, um," Chris seemed to be having difficulty composing himself. "I'm, uh, going to State in the fall."
"Oh that's good. What are you studying?" I made small talk as I led the boys through the house - letting them study my ass in those short shorts - to the where the sliding glass doors open onto the porch.
I walked the boys around the backyard, showing them what needed to be done, and the shed where my husband keeps his yard tools. In the shade the freshness of the air was cool enough to cause my nipples to stiffen and poke thru the thin silk cloth of the top I wore. It was thrilling to see the boys eyes dart to my chest then back up as I spoke about what needed to be done.
I left the boys to it. It wasn't a complete subterfuge, there really was some work to be done. While they worked I went to my computer and worked on what you've read in the past episodes. After a couple of hours had gone by, I decided it was time to call the boys in for a cool drink of lemonade in the shade of the porch.
Time to lure them in for Phase Two of the operation.
As we sat around the wrought iron table drinking lemonade in the shade of the patio, the cool air did its thing to my nipples again. It amused me how the young men struggled to maintain eye contact.
During the course of our small talk I managed to inform them that my husband was not home, in fact he was out of town for the weekend. This was a complete fabrication, of course. Hubs was actually lurking around upstairs, waiting for The Show. Finally I said, "Let's take it inside."
I sat the boys down on the leather sofa, then perched myself between them. I was facing them - Chris to my left, Tommy to my right - with my legs tucked underneath me. The boys were absolutely mesmerized by my cleavage, of course.
"So, uh, Tommy, does Chris know about . . . us?"
"Uh, no, Mrs. Morrison . . . I haven't said anything to anybody . . . like you said."
"That's a good boy," I patted Tommy in his lap. Right on top of where his boner was "pitching a tent" in fact.
"Well," I said, looking at Chris. His face was a combination of awe and confusion, "there's something I need to get off my chest."
I took a deep breath and as my breasts strained against the thin cloth, I undid the knot tying the ends of the silk blouse and let it fall open. My pulse raced to the thrill of exposing myself brazenly like this.
Chris's eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his skull, and Tommy's hard-on pulsed beneath my palm.
"Tommy and I are . . ." I wanted to say 'having an affair' but somehow that sounded too exclusive, and my next move, of course, was to include Chris. "Well, let's just say that there's a side of your teacher's life you weren't aware of, of course, and Tommy's been enjoying this aspect of my personality."
"I'm a sexual adventuress," I shrugged. "And now, Chris, you get to become part of my next adventure."
My boobs are pretty big for my small frame, 34D, and quite firm, considering, and right now they were pointing out at the boys, the silk blouse falling away on either side. I put my hand on Chris' lap, right over where HIS boner was 'pitching a tent'.
"Oh! Somebody's happy to see me!" I laughed, and my breasts jiggled. I fumbled with his fly, a difficult task one-handed, as my other hand was on Tommy's crotch.
I finally got it undone and fished out Chris's hard cock. I was pleased to see it was as big as Tommy's cock - larger than my husbands, in fact - pulsing hard in my hand with a swollen red knob on top. I practically drooled at the sight of this beautiful tool I held in my hand.
"So, Chris, are you OK with this?"
Chris mumbled something through dry lips and I took this to be the affirmative.
"Now before this thing goes any further, Chris, you're going to have to agree to the same thing that Tommy agreed to." I paused for effect. "Nobody - absolutely no-one - is to know about this. Do you understand?"
"Yes, ma'am," he whispered.
"Good," I said. And as a reward, I bent over and took Chris's cock deep into my parted lips.
Tommy's cock pulsed beneath my right hand. It had been a long time since I sucked a cock with another man looking on. There were the humiliating episodes Sean had put me through, during the affair I'd carried on in my first marriage, and the experience was not the most pleasant, to say the least.
This time I liked it. I thrilled to the forbidden aspect of it all. I was breaking several taboos all at once and the sensations sweeping over my being were overwhelming.
I was sucking the cock of a young man, more than twenty years my junior. I was sucking this young man's cock - as a married woman, of course - in my husband's house, with my husband right upstairs. And I was sucking this beautiful cock in front of an audience - Tommy had his cock out and I was stroking it in my other hand in fact as I pleasured Chris with my mouth.
Oh, it was so thrilling! I've been waiting oh, so long for this adventure, and finally . . . finally things were starting to line up.
I let Tommy go so I could tuck my hair behind my ear, give him a good view of Teacher's red lips wrapped around his friend's cock. Tommy put his fingers through my hair and gently pushed my head up and down on Chris's hard rod. I love that.
