It was Friday about midnight; we had just arrived home from a boring dinner party thrown by a colleague of Martin, my husband. I stepped out of the shower and flopped naked on the bed feeling quite tired. Martin had other ideas; his head nestled between my legs and he started to lap at my pussy with a slow and deliberate pace, after more than twenty years of marriage he knows exactly what I like and when I liked it. Twenty minutes later, I came with a huge gush soaking his face and repeatedly thanking him. He sat up and just smiled before we both fell asleep.
The telephone woke us at nine o clock the following morning.
"Oh Shit, is it today?" I heard Martin say, followed by, "do not worry, we will be there."
"Damn!" He said to me. "We have to be at a wedding at two o clock this afternoon, it is my fault I forgot all about it," He was annoyed with himself but it was just a work colleague getting married that he hardly knew, we were only expected to attend because Martin is his boss.
"Don't panic, we have plenty of time," I told him and he calmed down.
To cheer him up I got out my nice dark blue wedding suit with a miniscule bra and matching panties and holdups, with a warning to him to keep his hands to himself. All to no avail, as by the time we were in the car his hand was wandering all over me.
I thoroughly enjoyed the party after the wedding. There was plenty of food, drink and some dancing. As dusk arrived and most people moved inside, I was starting to feel the effects of too much wine, needing to clear my head I wandered into the garden heading to the fountain I had seen earlier. As I got closer I noticed two teenagers standing there having a smoke, both about eighteen or nineteen years old. I had to smile to myself as I wondered if my teenage son did the same thing. As soon as they saw me, they hid the cigarettes in their hands. I was about to call out it was no problem and suddenly found myself flying through the air. I was later to find out there was a small retaining wall that I had somehow managed to fall over.
I lay there on my back, the wind knocked out of me and my left ankle was giving me severe pain. I could feel myself drifting into unconsciousness, for how long I had no idea. I could hear strange voices and part of their conversation.
'Is she out cold?'
"Lift her skirt, and feel her cunt."
"I want to feel her tits. Wow, look at her sexy underwear!"
I must have passed out again, because when I came around I could feel my breasts being fondled and another hand was doing a very good job of rubbing my clit. I think I may have started to moan as I heard a voice say something like "coming around, quick, stop."
I opened my eyes to see two teenagers standing over me.
"What happened, my ankle is really hurting?" I asked.
"You fell over the wall; you may have broken your ankle, an ambulance is on the way," one of the boys told me.
Two hours later, Martin and I left the emergency room; fortunately, it was just a bad sprain and a tiny fracture, a week on crutches and a bit of therapy would get me back to normal. The following day I spent mostly in bed letting the pills the hospital gave me do their work. By late afternoon my mind went back to being fondled by two teenage boys, which I had now decided was probably a dream, but exciting enough to persuade me to get my dildo out of the drawer and bring myself off. My mind was working overtime as the orgasms swept over me.
Martin arrived home with news that he had arranged for me to visit a work colleague's house for the next three days. He told me the house had a pool and that there would be no better therapy to exercise with no strain on my ankle. As it was my left ankle, I would be able to drive over to the house. He followed up by telling me that the guy's sons always get home about three in the afternoon, and they would help me in and out of the pool if I had any difficulty.
A few minutes later Martin added that these two boys were the ones that had found me, and they deserved a big thank you from me. I gulped as the memory flashed through my mind again, If it was not a dream, they had been well thanked already.
However, I was sure the event was just in my mind and they were just a couple of innocent teenagers with little interest in a woman in her mid forties.
The following day I managed the short drive to the house with the pool and sure enough, the two boys were sitting on the wall outside waiting for me. They greeted me very cordially and helped me out of my car, saying how glad there were to see me up and around.
I had put my plain black one-piece swimsuit on under my sweat suit to drive over. It was a glorious hot day, the boys helped me to sit down on a pool deck chair, and we introduced ourselves properly.
"I am Mrs Simpson, but do call me Sally," I looked at the taller one and said, "I believe you are Peter and your brother is Dan."
"That's right," Peter said with a big grin on his face. We chatted for a few more minutes and then I slipped off my sweat suit ready for my first swim.
"Are you going to help me into the water then boys?"
Both of them leapt up and helped me from the chair, taking hold of an arm each as they escorted me down the pool steps into the water. The pool was lovely and warm, my ankle had no weight on it and I could exercise perfectly well. Peter stood at the side watching me and Dan went into the house. I swam quite a few lengths then stopped to take a rest. Peter pulled off his T-shirt and wearing his shorts, he jumped in and swam over to me.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
"Yes! Just stopping for a break, it has been a long time since I did any swimming."
"Good! I wanted to talk to you anyway. More of a confession really," he said.
"Really, and what have you got to confess?" I asked smiling.
Sounding rather proud of himself, he said. " When you were unconscious my brother and I put our hands down your dress and felt your tits, we really enjoyed it, I want to feel them again and to see them this time."
"I don't really think that's a good idea, I am old enough to be your mother," I remonstrated.
