Stefannie walked into the house, perhaps a bit unsteadily. She usually didn't drink in the afternoon, but she had been so mad at her husband that morning she could not help it.
They had only been married for about two months now, and he had spent all their savings on a boat; there was less than thirty dollars in the bank account until he got paid next, and that was almost two weeks away!
She sighed as she stepped into the air-conditioned air of her home, and was thankful that at least all their bills were paid. Stefannie was a beautiful woman, twenty-one years old, with short dark hair that framed her face, setting off her high cheekbones and almond shaped eyes. She had the sexiest lips most men had ever seen, but like most things she was unaware of the effect she had on men.
Her body was just as perfect as her face; her slim neck trailed down to perfectly formed shoulders and collarbones, and her breasts, surprisingly large for such a petite woman, swelled voluptuously from her fine boned chest. They were nearly the size of coconuts, and both their size and the fact that they were extremely sensitive had always embarrassed her. Her nipples were round stubs that would poke embarrassingly from the firm globes with just the faintest pressure from fabric or fingers.
Her narrow waist and slightly curved tummy flowed smoothly down to wide, luscious hips, and that led to long, smooth thighs and one of the best-shaped asses on any woman.
Despite all this, she had been a virgin when she and Bill had married; only two men had ever felt her magnificent body up.
She was dressed that day in a sexy swimsuit, the top of it almost like a halter, the bottoms showing off her ass to a tee. It was Bill's favorite suit, as the hips of the panties were fastened with small hooks. The little halter-top also left a great deal of cleavage on display. She always felt like some kind of slut when she wore it, but she had donned it without thinking that day.
She heard the lawnmower from the front lawn cut off suddenly, and knew that the yardmen must have finished. A fist gripped her tummy, and she nervously donned a short, silk robe as there was a knock at the door.
She opened the door, and smiled up at the huge black man standing there; "Hi, Paul," she said in a soft voice. "Come on in and I'll write you a check."
"Sure, Mrs. Peters," he said, and she could not help blushing and pulling the robe tighter as his eyes went hungrily to her exposed tit slopes.
"How much is it?" she asked over her shoulder as she led him to the kitchen.
"That'll be a hundred and eighty dollars, Ma'am," he said.
Stefannie stopped, and turned around in shock, not even noticing that he had been staring at her ass. There was only thirty dollars in the account!
Then she noticed that the other men had come in the house also; they were both white guys, and looked like brothers. They were shorter than Paul, and did not have his massive build, but she could tell they had muscular bodies beneath the tight t-shirts and shorts. Where Paul was rough looking, they were sleekly handsome, and about her own age.
They were also staring at her body hungrily.
Stefannie swallowed nervously, turned around and wrote the check. She could almost feel the men's eyes on her, and closed the robe again before she turned back around. Paul had an amused look on his blunt features, and smiled when she held the check out. "Um, it's more than I thought it was going to be," Stefannie said as he reached for the check. "If you could just hold this until the Monday after next . . .?" Stefannie's voice trailed off at the sudden angry look in Paul's eyes.
"No, I don't think so, Mrs. Peters," he said, his voice softer but somehow more threatening.
"I told you husband how much it would be, and he agreed to it! I charge all my customers a month in advance. Surely with this big house, in this nice rich white neighborhood, you can afford to pay me!"
Stefannie swallowed nervously. How could her husband do this to her? "But, Paul, I don't have the money! I won't have any until Bill gets paid!"
Paul snatched the check from her hand, moving so fast it took her breath away, then crumpled it and threw it on the floor. His almost black eyes burned into her green ones, and then his eyes dropped downwards. Stefannie looked down, realized the robe had fallen open a bit, and that her chest was exposed to his gaze. The other two workers grinned at each other, but she did not notice that.
She shifted, and once again pulled the robe closed. He looked back up at her and smiled: "I think we can work something out, Mrs. Peters," he said finally, smiling at her now. She did not like the look of that smile, but relief flooded through her. She had been about to think he was going to suggest . . . "Give each of us three kisses, and we'll call it even, OK?"
Stefannie's mouth dropped open, shocked. Three kisses? Each? "No, that's not OK," she tried to protest. "I'm a married woman! There's no way I'm going to do that!"
"OK, I'll just call my lawyer then. The embarrassment should be worth more than the money." His hard eyes bored into hers, and the young wife felt a fist slowly settle around her heart.
She did not think it would look good to her husband's company if he were sued for nonpayment, since his job was financial. What Paul said next reaffirmed her fears. "It's true, they'll yank your husbands license, but that's just the way it goes, right, guys?"
"Yeah, tough shit," said one of the blonde boys, and gave her an insolent smile.
Stefannie's head was spinning, and she found herself wishing she had not drunk that third martini. "Just regular kisses, right? Nothing else?"
"Naw, nothing else, lady. I'm not a monster," Paul said. Something in the young woman screamed at her not to trust this man, and a sharp glint in his eyes made her heart tumble nervously, but she finally nodded.
"Good. You can start with me."
She nodded again, and stepped forward. He bent forward, and she had to raise herself on her toes. She planted a light kiss on his thick, sensuous lips, and then pulled away, and breathed a sigh of relief that he had not tried anything.
She did the same to the first blonde whose name was Mark. She felt his hands holding her curvy hips lightly while she kissed him, but he did not try anything either, and she thought to herself that this would not be so bad after all.
Mark's brother was named Steve. He bent into her, and before she knew it his hands had slipped around her and were on her back. She planted the same light, sisterly kiss that she had given the first two, but when she tried to pull back he pulled her tighter to him, and she felt his tongue against her full, pouting lips.
Stefannie was so surprised her mouth sagged open before she could stop it, and then his tongue was in her mouth, probing and darting at her own small tongue and teeth. She drew in a deep breath, and finally managed to break away from him. She backed away and looked at him, her face flushed. He had pulled her close enough so that her large, firm breasts had been mashed against his muscular chest, and she knew without looking that her plump nipples were hardening, were visible even through the thin robe and bikini top.
"Um, I need to get a drink, guys," she said breathlessly. Paul nodded, and went and sat down on the couch. Stefannie nodded, and went into the kitchen, poured herself another martini from the pitcher. She would have to be more careful with Steve the next time.
"Just six more kisses," she said to herself, taking a long sip from the drink as she walked back into the living room; one hand holding the drink, the other clutching the neck to her robe closed.
Paul patted the couch beside him, and Stefannie had no choice but to sit down beside the huge black man. "I want the same kind of kiss you gave my boy over there," he said, and pushed the martini glass to her lips. "I'm the boss. I'll be damned if he gets some tongue and I'm left out." Stefannie sipped the last of the drink in shock. She wanted to protest, but as soon as she lowered the glass, Paul was bending down, and then his thick lips were against hers.
She felt his thick tongue probing at her lips, and moaned to herself as she let her jaws sag open. She really didn't have a choice.
She felt one arm go around her shoulder, felt the other on her hip as his tongue speared into her defenseless, panting mouth. She had to lean her head back and open her jaws slightly more as he began fucking his tongue in and out of her mouth. "Mmmm," she moaned softly; she had to admit to herself that he was a good kisser. The alcohol swirled in her veins, and she began battling his tongue with her own without thinking.
She was still holding her robe closed with her left hand, still clutching the glass with her right, so when his hand suddenly slid smoothly from her hip to her ribcage, she had no chance to push it away.
Before Stefannie knew what was happening, his large hand was cupping her right breast through the robe and bikini top. Se tried to twist her mouth away from his, but he was suddenly holding the back of her neck tightly. His other hand squeezed her large breast softly, then a bit harder. "Mnnnnn, nnnn!" Stefannie moaned, and finally managed to break away from him.
