Again, parts are based from actual people such as Shane and Aubrey. They are actually a couple of the men that I had fucked and their descriptions are also accurate (but not their ages). These were actually some of the many men I fucked in my 20s through until now.
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Steve went home early. After I showered and removed all the scent of sex from the evening before I dressed as I usually did when going to visit Bea. Skirt, blouse and of course no bra or panties. Part of me was nervous, not wanting Bea to find out that I had fucked her son last evening, but I was also excited, hoping Steve would be doing as he usually does when I visit, stealing looks down my blouse or up my skirt. Just thinking of him doing it had me wet in anticipation.
After Steve left I donned my usual morning attire, sweat pants and top and of course no panties or bra. While having my morning tea I began to plan out how I was going to entice the boys the following weekend. At first I thought that I would play it in a submissive way and have them tell me what to do but then after a little more thought, I decided that I would take a more direct method and be the one telling them what I want them to do to me, doing it in a way as if I had no choice but to let them have their way with me.
Before anything, I had to tell Steve what I was planning. That would be easy enough; all I had to do was visit Bea as usual and slip Steve a note. The note would only say, "Bring your friends over next Saturday at 4:00 PM and when you get here with them, play along." As usual I went to Bea's for tea later that day and when Bea left the kitchen for a moment I slipped Steve the note telling him to read it later. Usually I was never in a hurry to leave, but I wanted to go home so that I could work out my plan for the boys and also decide on how I would be dressed when they arrive next week.
When I got home I short while later I went straight to my bedroom and began to look over my lingerie collection to put together something to wear for Saturday. In my closet I was looking over various gowns and one in particular caught my eye. It was a full length gown with 4 satin strings attached to the front to hold it together. It was lace flower print from the hips, waist and chest and below the waist it was totally sheer. The panels that would cover my breasts were in a triangular shape with a clasped string that attached at the back of my neck. I put it on and tied the 4 satin strings that held to top portion together. The lowest string at my navel and the uppermost string at the base of my breasts with the middle two at equal intervals between them. Once all 4 were tied the whole upper body of the gown fit snugly to my torso and my entire cleavage was totally exposed as was the ability to clearly see my nipples though the sheer pattern of lace flowers on the 2 triangular portions that barely covered my breasts.
The lower part of the gown was totally see though, so I put on a pair of white hold up stockings and a white crotchless butterfly thong and finished off the outfit with a pair of white 5 inch stiletto heels. Looking myself over in my full length mirror I knew I had chosen well. Though I was wearing something, the boys were going to see everything from my dark nipples to my shaven pussy. Now all that was left was to wait until Saturday and the boys arrival.
The week passed quickly. I did my normal visit with Bea just after lunch and when I returned home I began preparing for the evening. I drew a hot bubble bath and settled in. Taking my time I washed, shaved my legs, underarms and carefully once again shaved my pussy smooth. Once done I got out of the tub and rubbed some lightly scented moisturizing cream over my body, especially the shaven areas. Doing my best not to linger too long massaging the cream around my pussy knowing full well that it would be getting plenty of attention later.
I began doing my hair and applying my make-up, finishing with applying nail polish to match my lip stick. I then slipped on the holdup stockings and heels before putting on my butterfly thong, carefully following the straps of the thong to make sure they were straight and not twisted. I donned the gown, tying the 4 strings into bows then looking myself over in the mirror and adjusting my breasts in the gown so as to show as much cleavage as possible.
Just as I was finishing looking over myself I looked at the clock and seen that it was just about time for the boys to arrive. As I was about to make my way downstairs I heard Steve's voice.
"Hi Marg, we're here." I heard Steve call out as he entered.
"Go into the living room, I'll be right down." I called back, and then added, "but I want you to meet me at the foot of the stairs, OK?"
"Sure." he said and then I heard him telling the others to go into the living room and that we'd be there in a minute.
After the boys passed the stairs I came into view of Steve and the look on his face seeing me dressed as I was, I knew that the other boys were going to also enjoy as much as Steve is. I made my way to the bottom of the stairs and when I arrived I quietly asked Steve, "They know what's going on right?"
"Not really Marg. All I told them was that you wanted them to come and that you had something to discuss with them."
"OK Steve, go into the living room and tell them that I will be there in a moment. Tell them I am brining some drinks but do not tell them anything else. Oh, and play along!"
"What do you mean Marg?"
"You'll see. I'm sure they will not tell a soul after what happens."
"OK." Steve said as he went into the living room to tell the boys what I said.
I then went to my hall closet and put on a long floor length coat, grabbed a bottle of wine and 4 glasses before making my way to the living room and the waiting boys.
Entering the living room, I placed the wine and glasses on the table as the boys sat on the sofa. "So Steve, why don't you introduce me to your friends as I pour?"
"This is Shane," Steve said pointing to him, "and this is Aubrey." likewise pointing to him.
"How old are you boys?" I asked.
Shane said he was 18 Β½ and Aubrey said he'd be 19 next month.
"That's good!" I said as I poured the 4th glass of wine and set down the bottle. "Do you boys know why you're here tonight?" I asked.
Both shaking their heads from side to side indicating that they didn't know.
"Well, after what happened last weekend," I began, "the 2 of you kind of seen something that you were not supposed to, and, well, I began to think, what would happen if you boys told anyone. You boys did not tell anyone what you saw, have you?"
"No ma'am!" both boys said un unison.
"Well, I am glad to hear that, that's for sure! So, you see, I do have a reputation to keep, so over the week I think I have come up with an idea, one that I bet you boys will agree to, actually you'll have to agree to, and that means you boys will never tell a soul about what happened last week or the outcome of this idea of mine. Do you boys think you can do that?"
I purposely kept my idea concealed, wanting them to agree before taking it further. It was not long when they all nodded that they'd agree.