Wendy’s Neighbor’s Basement Party
Excitement squeezed Wendy inside.
She was on the step outside the neighbor’s house. Wendy was wearing a light summer dress and canvas deck-shoes, stockings under the dress, outrageous hooker-shoes in her bag.
It was a benign, suburban scene: a neighbor calling. It was innocent, no sign of what was really going on if anyone happened to be looking.
“God, come on,” Wendy muttered.
She was impatient for him to open the door, arousal hot between her legs.
The door opened.
The neighbor grinned. It was all friendly: just the retired teacher next door.
“Hi,” he said.
“Hi yourself,” Wendy put in.
“They’re in the basement,” the neighbor said.
Wendy’s pussy fluttered.
“Uh, there’s four of ‘em,” the neighbor added.
“Okay,” Wendy said.
The neighbor’s eyes moved over Wendy’s body.
He looked at her face.
Shrugged.
Asked: “Can you handle four?”
Wendy smirked and rolled her eyes.
“Two at a time,” she said.
“That should work,” the neighbor said.
He sighed and shrugged.
“They’re all briefed on what you do and what you won’t do…”
“Good,” Wendy said.
“No ****, no pee, no anal,” the neighbor listed.
He held up the fingers as he said each.
“They’re good boys. Polite. Not pushy. Not cocky,” the neighbor went on.
Wendy grinned.
Said: “Oh, I hope there’s cock involved.”
They chuckled together.
Wendy asked: “How old are they?”
She saw the neighbor’s eyes flash delight.
“Two are eighteen—one just had his birthday a week ago,” the neighbor put in.
Wendy nodded as the thrill of it flooded her pussy.
“One’s twenty, the other’s at your max—he’s twenty-two,” the neighbor added.
“Okay, sounds about as good as it gets,” Wendy said.
She was looking at the neighbor’s face. Wendy saw him grin, the look like a fox licking food off a fence.
“Oh, Wendy, well, the best part is the youngest guy…”
Wendy shook her head when the neighbor paused.
“Come on, don’t keep me in suspense,” she said.
“He’s black,” the neighbor told her.
“Oh, you fucking bastard,” Wendy breathed.
The neighbor nodded.
“Yeah, thought you’d appreciate that,” he said.
“This is going to be fun,” Wendy put in.
“Hope so. I gave them a couple of beers already. Just two each. Just to take the edge of any nerves.”
“Good idea,” Wendy said.
“Yeah, well, four excitable guys and one pussy…? There’s potential for shit to get out of hand.”
“That’s why I let you stay,” Wendy said.
The neighbor shrugged.
“Security,” he said.
“You’d be pretty damned useless if it ever did get rowdy,” Wendy put in.
The neighbor shrugged. He pulled a face.
Said: “Threaten ‘em with the cops.”
“God, that would come back and bite me on my ass,” Wendy said.
“Last resort,” the neighbor told her.
Then he gave another shrug.
Added: “But they’ll be okay. Good boys. I only get the nice guys over for you.”
“Four cocks, one pussy,” Wendy said. She grinned and winked.
“I feel bad for your husband,” the neighbor said.
Wendy gave a half-shrug of her own.
“You don’t seem to be thinking about him when you watch me getting my pussy screwed,” she said.
“Fuck, Wendy, you’re just a slutty-mouth, cheating bitch, aintcha?”
“Which is why you love me coming over for parties,” Wendy put in.
The neighbor smirked.
Said: “Speaking of parties…”
He stepped aside and gestured with the sweep of one arm.
“About time we got this one started,” he said.
Wendy stepped into the house.
“Okay, take me down to the boys,” she said.
***
They all stood up when Wendy walked in.
“Hi, boys. I’m Mrs. K,” she said.
The boys replied with shy greetings or a wave.
Wendy looked at them all, taking in details like looks and height. She decided she liked what she saw.
“I won’t need your names,” Wendy went on.
She set her attention on the tall black one. Saw he was slim, his focus locked on Wendy.
“I hear you just had a birthday,” she said.
The boy nodded.
Wendy asked: “You’re just eighteen?”
“Yes, ma’am,” the boy said.
His eyes slid away from Wendy when he spoke.
Wendy chuckled.
Said: “Oh, I like that. So polite. A little shy, too.”
She went to the boy and caressed his cheek with the backs of her fingers.
“We’ll get that shyness right out of you,” she purred.
The boy’s eyes were huge when he looked at Wendy.
She glanced around the group, attention on a Hispanic boy.
Wendy thrust her chin at him.
Asked: “How old are you?”
“Twenty,” he said.
Wendy grinned.
Said: “You like older ladies?
The boy nodded quickly.
The other two were white. They looked like football players, both tall and broad at the shoulders. Not as tall as the black one, but they had a couple of inches on the Hispanic boy.
Wendy asked: “Who’s the oldest?”
The two football players looked at each other.
“I’m twenty,” one said.
“That means I’m the oldest,” the other put in.
Wendy went to the oldest boy. She crinkled her nose at him.
“I expect you to set an example,” she said.
The boy looked at her, a frown creasing his forehead.
“Beg your pardon, ma’am?”
“Manners. You’re the oldest by a couple of years. I want you to remember that. Show the others how to be polite to a lady.”
“Yes. Sure. Of course, Mrs. K,” the boy said.
Wendy stepped back. She put her fists on her hips, looking at each of the boys like a frill sergeant with a batch of new recruits.
She asked: “You’ve been told what I like and what I’ll allow?”
The boys nodded.
Wendy nodded, too.
Said: “All right, so, do any of you want to leave? I mean, you might have cold feet. Maybe you changed your mind?”
The boys shook their heads. There were a couple of murmurs.
Wendy nodded again.
Added: “So, in that case, let’s make it clear on a few points. First off, if you accidentally brush up against someone’s cock, it doesn’t mean your gay. You don’t have to make a fuss. Your reason for being here is to service me. That means you get to fuck me. And, boys, trust me, I just love getting fucked.”
Wendy paused and looked at their faces.
Then she went on.
“I’ll take on two at a time. That means there’ll be two not involved. Don’t try to force it to more than two. I won’t stand for it.
Wendy paused again. She stared at each face. All the boys nodded and murmured agreement.
Wendy sighed and let her hands dangle at her sides.
She said: “You’re here by invitation because my friend here knows my boundaries. You’re good boys. I don’t go for guys who think they can get all rough and rude with me. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I expect you to use me for sex. When you’re fucking me, I expect it to be like you’re teaching me a lesson.
“I’m married. I cheat. You can fuck me like it’s a punishment. Like you’re ruining my cheating pussy.
“You fuck me good and maybe there’ll be more of this kind of thing.”
Wendy paused and looked right at the black one.
“I might invite you to my house. A one-to-one. I love being slutty with a guy in the bed I share with my husband.”
“Uh, does your husband know you do this, Mrs. K?”
Wendy looked at the oldest boy. One of the football players.
She smirked.
Said: “No, baby, he doesn’t.”
The boy nodded.
Asked: “So how does this guy fit in?”
He gestured to the neighbor.
Wendy looked at the neighbor and then back to the boy.
“He facilitates this,” she said.
The boy looked puzzled.
Wendy added: “It gets suspicious when my husband’s away. Boys at my house. Arriving at night sometimes. Not leaving ‘til the next day. He noticed it and came to talk to me. He watches me fucking. He likes it.”
The boy asked: “Does he, uh, you know … fuck you, too”
Wendy shook her head.
“No,” she said.
Then Wendy let out a brittle laugh.
Added: “He’s forty-five years outside the window. You’re my type. The four of you. I like young guys. Good-looking, well-mannered boys who can fuck forever.”
The boy was nodding, eyes wide as he glanced to the other white boy.
“Fuck, she’s nastier than the guy said,” he muttered.
The other boy nodded.
“I didn’t believe him either,” he put in.
Wendy chuckled.
Said: “That brings me to another point. I get vocal when I’m fucking. I like it dirty. You can call me names—mean, nasty names.
“I’m a cheating, married slut—you can tell me that.
“There won’t be any condom, either.
“It’ll be bareback sex. You can tell me things like you’re going to make me pregnant. That really makes me hot”
Wendy paused and set her eyes on the black one.
“You are going to come inside me,” she said.
The black one’s eyes were huge as he looked at Wendy. The two white boys gasped.
The Hispanic boy asked: “Just him?”
Wendy looked at him and shook her head.
“Well, no, you can all come inside me if you want. But, well, there might be some squeamishness from a couple of you. If I’ve got cum inside me, you might not want to follow.
“And that’s okay. You can do it on my body, my face, or in my pussy.
“But I definitely want his cum in my cunt.”
The c-word had the effect Wendy was going for. The boys all stared, faces slack, mouths open.
Wendy let them have a few seconds before she went on.
She moved in close to the black one again.
Murmured: “You got that? You come in my pussy. Bust inside me. Give me your load. Can I be any plainer?”
Wendy saw his throat work.
“Yuh-yes, ma’am,” he stuttered.
Wendy stepped back and surveyed the group.
She asked: “Any questions at all?”
The younger white boy spoke.
He was looking at Wendy.
Said: “You, uh, said, two at a time. How, uh, do we know who you want?”
Wendy nodded.
Said: “Okay, I’ll have you two together…”
She pointed at the football players.
“And you two can team up,” Wendy added.
She said it to the black one and the Hispanic boy.
Then Wendy shrugged.
“Once we’re into it, you can mix up the permutations,” she said.
The oldest boy frowned.
Asked: “What do you mean?”
Wendy looked at him.
“Well, it might be that your buddy needs to cool down a little. You know, too close to coming…”
She paused as the boy nodded.
“Okay,” he said.
Wendy added: “You sort of decide among yourselves. I mean, I’ll be busy getting my pussy railed … Or I might be sucking cock … Whatever, you guys decide who’s involved. It’s just never more than two at any single time.”
She looked at the boys.
Asked: “Got it?”
They all shuffled and glanced at each other, nodding to Wendy amid mutters of agreement and understanding.
“It’ll all work itself out,” Wendy said.
The neighbor cut in.
He said: “It’s the four of you with Mrs. K. You’re all big, strong young men. I’m old. I’m past sixty. Mrs. K is slightly built. You could probably do anything you want and neither of us could stop you. But, well, what I’m trying to say is don’t fuck it up.”
“Oh, you can all fuck me,” Wendy put in.
The boys laughed, tension easing because of it.
“It’s okay. Give the lady a good time. Don’t be pushy. Don’t be an asshole,” the oldest boy said.
“Uh-huh, we get it,” the Hispanic boy put in.
Wendy beamed a smile at the boys.
Said: “All right, so I’ll just head upstairs and get ready. I won’t be a minute. I just have to lose the dress and change my shoes.”
She paused and looked at the black one.
Said: “I’m glad I brought those shoes with me. I’ll need a little height to take your cock when I’m standing up. I’d love it if you did it from behind.”
The boy’s face fell slack as he boggled at Wendy.
He gulped, nodding.
“Yuh-yes, ma’am,” he managed.
Wendy chuckled.
She went to the door. Turned to look at the boys.
Said: “Listen, I expect you four to be naked when I get back. Don’t be shy about it. I mean, the others are going to see you using my pussy. Being all coy about your dick is a bit silly—don’t you think?”
The boys murmured agreement and they glanced at each other.
“Take your clothes off. Maybe have a beer…”
Wendy paused to look at the neighbor.
“Red wine for me. And put some music on. Something slinky. Volume down low,” she added.
The neighbor shrugged.
Said: “You got it.”
Wendy winked at him and looked to the boys.
“Hey, you’re all supposed to be taking your clothes off,” she said.
***
Wendy left them to talk it out for a minute or two. The neighbor went with her. They went through the house to a bedroom. Wendy dropped the dress. The neighbor looked at her. He sighed and shook his head.
Said: “Dammit, Wendy, I’d love to get on you. That body, babe…”
Wendy grinned at him.
“Maybe one day I’ll jerk you off,” she said.
The neighbor’s eyes went wide.
“You mean it?”
Wendy chuckled as she strapped the hooker-shoes on.
“Maybe. But not today,” she said.
“Fuck, those shoes are crazy,” the neighbor said.
Wendy grinned at him. She posed, showing off.
“Like walking on bricks but aren’t they just so slutty? I love them with these s” she said.
The neighbor pawed the front to his pants, eyes moving over Wendy.
“I could jerk off right now. Just looking at you. If you just strutted around and showed it all off.”
Wendy shrugged.
Said: “You could but I want to get back to my studs. This pussy isn’t going to fuck itself.”
The neighbor sighed again.
“Okay, so, get my wine, I’ll just go and warm the boys up,” Wendy said.
She walked out of the bedroom, unsteady in her shoes.
Wendy went down to basement, pleased to see the boys were naked.
“Okay, boys, your date’s arrived,” Wendy said.
They were all looking at her, staring.
“Naked except tigh high stockings and hooker-shoes … That should tell you what kind of lady I am,” Wendy added.
She went to the oldest boy and moved his hands from where they covered his dick.
He was fully erect, not so long but thick enough to give Wendy her pleasure.
“Don’t be shy,” Wendy purred.
She stroked the cock, leaning in to kiss the boy’s mouth.
His hands were on Wendy’s breasts during the kiss, tongues swirling.
The kiss broke. Wendy kept stroking the boy’s size.
“That’s right. Touch me. I’m your plaything,” she murmured.
Wendy caressed the boy’s erection for a full minute before she moved to the Hispanic boy.
It was more of the same. She stroked the cock and kissed the boy, taking time for him to get into the scene. He was a little longer than the oldest boy, cock hard and just about the same girth.
Wendy repeated it with the younger white boy. He groaned and pawed at Wendy’s breasts, brave enough to reach for her pussy.
Wendy squirmed when the boy fingered her clit.
He was the biggest so far. Not the largest Wendy had ever known, but with decent proportions. It was thrilling to feel the weight of his meat in her hand as she caressed the entire length.
She purred: “Pussy’s already wet, isn’t baby?”
“Mrs. K, it’s perfect,” the boy sighed.
“You think you’re going to be okay fucking me in front of these guys?”
He nodded, mouth hanging open.
Wendy kissed him and the moved to the black one. He was already stroking his length, the cock easily equal to the younger footballer’s size.
Wendy looked at the cock, desire rushing within, libido snarling when she saw the purple dome and chocolate shaft.
“Mm, hi,” Wendy breathed.
The boy stared at her, eyes showing feral need.
She kissed him, working her hand over the cock.
Excitement surged through Wendy when she felt the dense mass of the boy’s length, the core like steel.
She grinned t him.
Muttered: “Want me to suck it?”
“Oh fuck,” the boy breathed.
“Any time you want to do that, just let me know. I’m here for the fucking,” Wendy said.
She stroked the cock some more, kissing the boy as her arousal flared hotter.
The neighbor walked in just as Wendy was setting her naked rump on the sofa, her hands on the black one’s hips as she got him to where she could suck at the cock.
The black one groaned when Wendy’s lips pursed over the swollen dome, her tongue on the underside of the shaft so she could swallow half the length.
Wendy glugged and glommed, spluttering when she came back off the cock, silvery hawsers of drool connecting her chin to the boy’s penis.
“Don’t come too soon,” Wendy warned.
She was jacking the boy’s length, eyes on his face, other hand stirring her own vulva.
He shook his head, fear and excitement in his expression.
Wendy looked to the Hispanic boy. She beckoned him over.
“Okay, I’ll start by sucking you two. When it gets too hot for you, swap with one of the others. I’ll suck all of your dicks before we get to the fucking.”
Wendy went at both cocks. She made a show of it by glugging and gasping, enthusiastic as she switched back-and-forth, sucking her cheeks concave on one big bulb while cranking the other cock.
The Hispanic boy crumbled first.
“I’ma gonna blow,” he groaned.
“Okay, fuck off. Cool down,” Wendy said.
She was stroking the black one’s dick, eyes on the oldest boy there.
“Your turn,” Wendy said.
She beckoned him over with the wave of one arm, mouth going to the black one’s erection.
The footballer reached her.
“Call me names,” Wendy gasped.
Then she went for his hard-on, sucking it in and glugging it down, deep throating the length until she felt his balls against her chin.
“Fuck, she just swallowed all my dick,” the footballer gasped.
Wendy came off the cock and wiped her chin with the back of one hand as she grinned at the boy.
“Wait ‘til you get into my pussy. Baby, she can take your cock and squeeze the cum out of your balls.”
Wendy let the boy take that comment in as she sucked at the black one again.
“You’re a nasty slut, Mrs. K,” the footballer said.
“Nobody nastier or sluttier than me,” Wendy shot back.
She grinned at the boy and painted her cheeks and chin with the black one’s slippery bulb.
Wendy kissed the black one’s cock, lips mushed up against the dome as she slid it back-and-forth. She made blub-blub sounds before holding her lower lip between her teeth, expression vixen.
“Slutty cougar loves black dick,” Wendy mumbled.
She blurted a laugh, the sound about delight and joy as she looked at the footballer and saw his eyes staring at her.
“Slutty cougar loves young dick,” Wendy went on.
She reached for the oldest boy’s length, slurping and glomming as she made a fuss of the cock.
It went on for another two minutes until Wendy paused and looked at the neighbor.
She asked: “Did you bring my wine?”
The neighbor was stroking his cock and staring at Wendy. He was all glazed-eyed, face slack as he kept tugging his dick.
Wendy repeated the question, hands busy on the boys’ long cocks as the neighbor blinked.
“Uh, yeah, sure,” he said.
The neighbor passed Wendy a glass. She took it, the cocks waggling near her face as she sipped and swallowed.
“Okay, I think it’s your turn now,” Wendy said.
She looked at the younger white boy, smiling at him as she pointed to his dick.
The neighbor took the glass.
Wendy pushed at the black one’s taut stomach.
Said: “You take a rest. I don’t want to get you too excited too soon. Remember you’re creaming my pussy.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the boy put in.
He turned away, tight buttocks too tempting for Wendy to resist. She grabbed the boy’s ass, squeezing one cheek, the steel in the muscle setting arousal fluttering through Wendy’s pussy.
“Oh my God, my pussy’s on fire. I’m going to want someone fucking me soon,” she gasped.
Wendy pulled the younger footballer in to lick his length from balls to tip.
She got back to sucking cock, fingers at her pussy, climax bubbling in her core.
Wendy took it for another three minutes. She worked at the boys and rubbed at her sex, teasing herself until she gasped and moved back in the couch, legs going wide.
She held herself open, legs folded at the knees, fingers splaying her labia, knowing the boys would see her glistening, twitching core.
“You, put that cock inside me,” Wendy growled.
She pointed to the younger footballer, snarling her need as she beckoned him over.
Wendy said: “Yours is about the biggest. I want it first. Just don’t stretch me too much.”
She sniggered, the sound corrupt and foul.
“Not that should be a problem. This pussy is trained to be one tight bitch,” Wendy added.
The boy gawked, mouth hanging open.
“Come on, let’s get it going. I’m choking to get fucked,” Wendy gasped.
She slid two fingers into her opening, stretching her flesh in a lewd exhibition, curling the digits within to rub at herself inside.
The fingers were in up to Wendy’s wedding ring, a gasp bubbling from her as the boy moved in close.
“Uh-huh, yes, there it. There’s the pussy for you,” Wendy muttered.
She was on the step outside the neighbor’s house. Wendy was wearing a light summer dress and canvas deck-shoes, stockings under the dress, outrageous hooker-shoes in her bag.
It was a benign, suburban scene: a neighbor calling. It was innocent, no sign of what was really going on if anyone happened to be looking.
“God, come on,” Wendy muttered.
She was impatient for him to open the door, arousal hot between her legs.
The door opened.
The neighbor grinned. It was all friendly: just the retired teacher next door.
“Hi,” he said.
“Hi yourself,” Wendy put in.
“They’re in the basement,” the neighbor said.
Wendy’s pussy fluttered.
“Uh, there’s four of ‘em,” the neighbor added.
“Okay,” Wendy said.
The neighbor’s eyes moved over Wendy’s body.
He looked at her face.
Shrugged.
Asked: “Can you handle four?”
Wendy smirked and rolled her eyes.
“Two at a time,” she said.
“That should work,” the neighbor said.
He sighed and shrugged.
“They’re all briefed on what you do and what you won’t do…”
“Good,” Wendy said.
“No ****, no pee, no anal,” the neighbor listed.
He held up the fingers as he said each.
“They’re good boys. Polite. Not pushy. Not cocky,” the neighbor went on.
Wendy grinned.
Said: “Oh, I hope there’s cock involved.”
They chuckled together.
Wendy asked: “How old are they?”
She saw the neighbor’s eyes flash delight.
“Two are eighteen—one just had his birthday a week ago,” the neighbor put in.
Wendy nodded as the thrill of it flooded her pussy.
“One’s twenty, the other’s at your max—he’s twenty-two,” the neighbor added.
“Okay, sounds about as good as it gets,” Wendy said.
She was looking at the neighbor’s face. Wendy saw him grin, the look like a fox licking food off a fence.
“Oh, Wendy, well, the best part is the youngest guy…”
Wendy shook her head when the neighbor paused.
“Come on, don’t keep me in suspense,” she said.
“He’s black,” the neighbor told her.
“Oh, you fucking bastard,” Wendy breathed.
The neighbor nodded.
“Yeah, thought you’d appreciate that,” he said.
“This is going to be fun,” Wendy put in.
“Hope so. I gave them a couple of beers already. Just two each. Just to take the edge of any nerves.”
“Good idea,” Wendy said.
“Yeah, well, four excitable guys and one pussy…? There’s potential for shit to get out of hand.”
“That’s why I let you stay,” Wendy said.
The neighbor shrugged.
“Security,” he said.
“You’d be pretty damned useless if it ever did get rowdy,” Wendy put in.
The neighbor shrugged. He pulled a face.
Said: “Threaten ‘em with the cops.”
“God, that would come back and bite me on my ass,” Wendy said.
“Last resort,” the neighbor told her.
Then he gave another shrug.
Added: “But they’ll be okay. Good boys. I only get the nice guys over for you.”
“Four cocks, one pussy,” Wendy said. She grinned and winked.
“I feel bad for your husband,” the neighbor said.
Wendy gave a half-shrug of her own.
“You don’t seem to be thinking about him when you watch me getting my pussy screwed,” she said.
“Fuck, Wendy, you’re just a slutty-mouth, cheating bitch, aintcha?”
“Which is why you love me coming over for parties,” Wendy put in.
The neighbor smirked.
Said: “Speaking of parties…”
He stepped aside and gestured with the sweep of one arm.
“About time we got this one started,” he said.
Wendy stepped into the house.
“Okay, take me down to the boys,” she said.
***
They all stood up when Wendy walked in.
“Hi, boys. I’m Mrs. K,” she said.
The boys replied with shy greetings or a wave.
Wendy looked at them all, taking in details like looks and height. She decided she liked what she saw.
“I won’t need your names,” Wendy went on.
She set her attention on the tall black one. Saw he was slim, his focus locked on Wendy.
“I hear you just had a birthday,” she said.
The boy nodded.
Wendy asked: “You’re just eighteen?”
“Yes, ma’am,” the boy said.
His eyes slid away from Wendy when he spoke.
Wendy chuckled.
Said: “Oh, I like that. So polite. A little shy, too.”
She went to the boy and caressed his cheek with the backs of her fingers.
“We’ll get that shyness right out of you,” she purred.
The boy’s eyes were huge when he looked at Wendy.
She glanced around the group, attention on a Hispanic boy.
Wendy thrust her chin at him.
Asked: “How old are you?”
“Twenty,” he said.
Wendy grinned.
Said: “You like older ladies?
The boy nodded quickly.
The other two were white. They looked like football players, both tall and broad at the shoulders. Not as tall as the black one, but they had a couple of inches on the Hispanic boy.
Wendy asked: “Who’s the oldest?”
The two football players looked at each other.
“I’m twenty,” one said.
“That means I’m the oldest,” the other put in.
Wendy went to the oldest boy. She crinkled her nose at him.
“I expect you to set an example,” she said.
The boy looked at her, a frown creasing his forehead.
“Beg your pardon, ma’am?”
“Manners. You’re the oldest by a couple of years. I want you to remember that. Show the others how to be polite to a lady.”
“Yes. Sure. Of course, Mrs. K,” the boy said.
Wendy stepped back. She put her fists on her hips, looking at each of the boys like a frill sergeant with a batch of new recruits.
She asked: “You’ve been told what I like and what I’ll allow?”
The boys nodded.
Wendy nodded, too.
Said: “All right, so, do any of you want to leave? I mean, you might have cold feet. Maybe you changed your mind?”
The boys shook their heads. There were a couple of murmurs.
Wendy nodded again.
Added: “So, in that case, let’s make it clear on a few points. First off, if you accidentally brush up against someone’s cock, it doesn’t mean your gay. You don’t have to make a fuss. Your reason for being here is to service me. That means you get to fuck me. And, boys, trust me, I just love getting fucked.”
Wendy paused and looked at their faces.
Then she went on.
“I’ll take on two at a time. That means there’ll be two not involved. Don’t try to force it to more than two. I won’t stand for it.
Wendy paused again. She stared at each face. All the boys nodded and murmured agreement.
Wendy sighed and let her hands dangle at her sides.
She said: “You’re here by invitation because my friend here knows my boundaries. You’re good boys. I don’t go for guys who think they can get all rough and rude with me. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I expect you to use me for sex. When you’re fucking me, I expect it to be like you’re teaching me a lesson.
“I’m married. I cheat. You can fuck me like it’s a punishment. Like you’re ruining my cheating pussy.
“You fuck me good and maybe there’ll be more of this kind of thing.”
Wendy paused and looked right at the black one.
“I might invite you to my house. A one-to-one. I love being slutty with a guy in the bed I share with my husband.”
“Uh, does your husband know you do this, Mrs. K?”
Wendy looked at the oldest boy. One of the football players.
She smirked.
Said: “No, baby, he doesn’t.”
The boy nodded.
Asked: “So how does this guy fit in?”
He gestured to the neighbor.
Wendy looked at the neighbor and then back to the boy.
“He facilitates this,” she said.
The boy looked puzzled.
Wendy added: “It gets suspicious when my husband’s away. Boys at my house. Arriving at night sometimes. Not leaving ‘til the next day. He noticed it and came to talk to me. He watches me fucking. He likes it.”
The boy asked: “Does he, uh, you know … fuck you, too”
Wendy shook her head.
“No,” she said.
Then Wendy let out a brittle laugh.
Added: “He’s forty-five years outside the window. You’re my type. The four of you. I like young guys. Good-looking, well-mannered boys who can fuck forever.”
The boy was nodding, eyes wide as he glanced to the other white boy.
“Fuck, she’s nastier than the guy said,” he muttered.
The other boy nodded.
“I didn’t believe him either,” he put in.
Wendy chuckled.
Said: “That brings me to another point. I get vocal when I’m fucking. I like it dirty. You can call me names—mean, nasty names.
“I’m a cheating, married slut—you can tell me that.
“There won’t be any condom, either.
“It’ll be bareback sex. You can tell me things like you’re going to make me pregnant. That really makes me hot”
Wendy paused and set her eyes on the black one.
“You are going to come inside me,” she said.
The black one’s eyes were huge as he looked at Wendy. The two white boys gasped.
The Hispanic boy asked: “Just him?”
Wendy looked at him and shook her head.
“Well, no, you can all come inside me if you want. But, well, there might be some squeamishness from a couple of you. If I’ve got cum inside me, you might not want to follow.
“And that’s okay. You can do it on my body, my face, or in my pussy.
“But I definitely want his cum in my cunt.”
The c-word had the effect Wendy was going for. The boys all stared, faces slack, mouths open.
Wendy let them have a few seconds before she went on.
She moved in close to the black one again.
Murmured: “You got that? You come in my pussy. Bust inside me. Give me your load. Can I be any plainer?”
Wendy saw his throat work.
“Yuh-yes, ma’am,” he stuttered.
Wendy stepped back and surveyed the group.
She asked: “Any questions at all?”
The younger white boy spoke.
He was looking at Wendy.
Said: “You, uh, said, two at a time. How, uh, do we know who you want?”
Wendy nodded.
Said: “Okay, I’ll have you two together…”
She pointed at the football players.
“And you two can team up,” Wendy added.
She said it to the black one and the Hispanic boy.
Then Wendy shrugged.
“Once we’re into it, you can mix up the permutations,” she said.
The oldest boy frowned.
Asked: “What do you mean?”
Wendy looked at him.
“Well, it might be that your buddy needs to cool down a little. You know, too close to coming…”
She paused as the boy nodded.
“Okay,” he said.
Wendy added: “You sort of decide among yourselves. I mean, I’ll be busy getting my pussy railed … Or I might be sucking cock … Whatever, you guys decide who’s involved. It’s just never more than two at any single time.”
She looked at the boys.
Asked: “Got it?”
They all shuffled and glanced at each other, nodding to Wendy amid mutters of agreement and understanding.
“It’ll all work itself out,” Wendy said.
The neighbor cut in.
He said: “It’s the four of you with Mrs. K. You’re all big, strong young men. I’m old. I’m past sixty. Mrs. K is slightly built. You could probably do anything you want and neither of us could stop you. But, well, what I’m trying to say is don’t fuck it up.”
“Oh, you can all fuck me,” Wendy put in.
The boys laughed, tension easing because of it.
“It’s okay. Give the lady a good time. Don’t be pushy. Don’t be an asshole,” the oldest boy said.
“Uh-huh, we get it,” the Hispanic boy put in.
Wendy beamed a smile at the boys.
Said: “All right, so I’ll just head upstairs and get ready. I won’t be a minute. I just have to lose the dress and change my shoes.”
She paused and looked at the black one.
Said: “I’m glad I brought those shoes with me. I’ll need a little height to take your cock when I’m standing up. I’d love it if you did it from behind.”
The boy’s face fell slack as he boggled at Wendy.
He gulped, nodding.
“Yuh-yes, ma’am,” he managed.
Wendy chuckled.
She went to the door. Turned to look at the boys.
Said: “Listen, I expect you four to be naked when I get back. Don’t be shy about it. I mean, the others are going to see you using my pussy. Being all coy about your dick is a bit silly—don’t you think?”
The boys murmured agreement and they glanced at each other.
“Take your clothes off. Maybe have a beer…”
Wendy paused to look at the neighbor.
“Red wine for me. And put some music on. Something slinky. Volume down low,” she added.
The neighbor shrugged.
Said: “You got it.”
Wendy winked at him and looked to the boys.
“Hey, you’re all supposed to be taking your clothes off,” she said.
***
Wendy left them to talk it out for a minute or two. The neighbor went with her. They went through the house to a bedroom. Wendy dropped the dress. The neighbor looked at her. He sighed and shook his head.
Said: “Dammit, Wendy, I’d love to get on you. That body, babe…”
Wendy grinned at him.
“Maybe one day I’ll jerk you off,” she said.
The neighbor’s eyes went wide.
“You mean it?”
Wendy chuckled as she strapped the hooker-shoes on.
“Maybe. But not today,” she said.
“Fuck, those shoes are crazy,” the neighbor said.
Wendy grinned at him. She posed, showing off.
“Like walking on bricks but aren’t they just so slutty? I love them with these s” she said.
The neighbor pawed the front to his pants, eyes moving over Wendy.
“I could jerk off right now. Just looking at you. If you just strutted around and showed it all off.”
Wendy shrugged.
Said: “You could but I want to get back to my studs. This pussy isn’t going to fuck itself.”
The neighbor sighed again.
“Okay, so, get my wine, I’ll just go and warm the boys up,” Wendy said.
She walked out of the bedroom, unsteady in her shoes.
Wendy went down to basement, pleased to see the boys were naked.
“Okay, boys, your date’s arrived,” Wendy said.
They were all looking at her, staring.
“Naked except tigh high stockings and hooker-shoes … That should tell you what kind of lady I am,” Wendy added.
She went to the oldest boy and moved his hands from where they covered his dick.
He was fully erect, not so long but thick enough to give Wendy her pleasure.
“Don’t be shy,” Wendy purred.
She stroked the cock, leaning in to kiss the boy’s mouth.
His hands were on Wendy’s breasts during the kiss, tongues swirling.
The kiss broke. Wendy kept stroking the boy’s size.
“That’s right. Touch me. I’m your plaything,” she murmured.
Wendy caressed the boy’s erection for a full minute before she moved to the Hispanic boy.
It was more of the same. She stroked the cock and kissed the boy, taking time for him to get into the scene. He was a little longer than the oldest boy, cock hard and just about the same girth.
Wendy repeated it with the younger white boy. He groaned and pawed at Wendy’s breasts, brave enough to reach for her pussy.
Wendy squirmed when the boy fingered her clit.
He was the biggest so far. Not the largest Wendy had ever known, but with decent proportions. It was thrilling to feel the weight of his meat in her hand as she caressed the entire length.
She purred: “Pussy’s already wet, isn’t baby?”
“Mrs. K, it’s perfect,” the boy sighed.
“You think you’re going to be okay fucking me in front of these guys?”
He nodded, mouth hanging open.
Wendy kissed him and the moved to the black one. He was already stroking his length, the cock easily equal to the younger footballer’s size.
Wendy looked at the cock, desire rushing within, libido snarling when she saw the purple dome and chocolate shaft.
“Mm, hi,” Wendy breathed.
The boy stared at her, eyes showing feral need.
She kissed him, working her hand over the cock.
Excitement surged through Wendy when she felt the dense mass of the boy’s length, the core like steel.
She grinned t him.
Muttered: “Want me to suck it?”
“Oh fuck,” the boy breathed.
“Any time you want to do that, just let me know. I’m here for the fucking,” Wendy said.
She stroked the cock some more, kissing the boy as her arousal flared hotter.
The neighbor walked in just as Wendy was setting her naked rump on the sofa, her hands on the black one’s hips as she got him to where she could suck at the cock.
The black one groaned when Wendy’s lips pursed over the swollen dome, her tongue on the underside of the shaft so she could swallow half the length.
Wendy glugged and glommed, spluttering when she came back off the cock, silvery hawsers of drool connecting her chin to the boy’s penis.
“Don’t come too soon,” Wendy warned.
She was jacking the boy’s length, eyes on his face, other hand stirring her own vulva.
He shook his head, fear and excitement in his expression.
Wendy looked to the Hispanic boy. She beckoned him over.
“Okay, I’ll start by sucking you two. When it gets too hot for you, swap with one of the others. I’ll suck all of your dicks before we get to the fucking.”
Wendy went at both cocks. She made a show of it by glugging and gasping, enthusiastic as she switched back-and-forth, sucking her cheeks concave on one big bulb while cranking the other cock.
The Hispanic boy crumbled first.
“I’ma gonna blow,” he groaned.
“Okay, fuck off. Cool down,” Wendy said.
She was stroking the black one’s dick, eyes on the oldest boy there.
“Your turn,” Wendy said.
She beckoned him over with the wave of one arm, mouth going to the black one’s erection.
The footballer reached her.
“Call me names,” Wendy gasped.
Then she went for his hard-on, sucking it in and glugging it down, deep throating the length until she felt his balls against her chin.
“Fuck, she just swallowed all my dick,” the footballer gasped.
Wendy came off the cock and wiped her chin with the back of one hand as she grinned at the boy.
“Wait ‘til you get into my pussy. Baby, she can take your cock and squeeze the cum out of your balls.”
Wendy let the boy take that comment in as she sucked at the black one again.
“You’re a nasty slut, Mrs. K,” the footballer said.
“Nobody nastier or sluttier than me,” Wendy shot back.
She grinned at the boy and painted her cheeks and chin with the black one’s slippery bulb.
Wendy kissed the black one’s cock, lips mushed up against the dome as she slid it back-and-forth. She made blub-blub sounds before holding her lower lip between her teeth, expression vixen.
“Slutty cougar loves black dick,” Wendy mumbled.
She blurted a laugh, the sound about delight and joy as she looked at the footballer and saw his eyes staring at her.
“Slutty cougar loves young dick,” Wendy went on.
She reached for the oldest boy’s length, slurping and glomming as she made a fuss of the cock.
It went on for another two minutes until Wendy paused and looked at the neighbor.
She asked: “Did you bring my wine?”
The neighbor was stroking his cock and staring at Wendy. He was all glazed-eyed, face slack as he kept tugging his dick.
Wendy repeated the question, hands busy on the boys’ long cocks as the neighbor blinked.
“Uh, yeah, sure,” he said.
The neighbor passed Wendy a glass. She took it, the cocks waggling near her face as she sipped and swallowed.
“Okay, I think it’s your turn now,” Wendy said.
She looked at the younger white boy, smiling at him as she pointed to his dick.
The neighbor took the glass.
Wendy pushed at the black one’s taut stomach.
Said: “You take a rest. I don’t want to get you too excited too soon. Remember you’re creaming my pussy.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the boy put in.
He turned away, tight buttocks too tempting for Wendy to resist. She grabbed the boy’s ass, squeezing one cheek, the steel in the muscle setting arousal fluttering through Wendy’s pussy.
“Oh my God, my pussy’s on fire. I’m going to want someone fucking me soon,” she gasped.
Wendy pulled the younger footballer in to lick his length from balls to tip.
She got back to sucking cock, fingers at her pussy, climax bubbling in her core.
Wendy took it for another three minutes. She worked at the boys and rubbed at her sex, teasing herself until she gasped and moved back in the couch, legs going wide.
She held herself open, legs folded at the knees, fingers splaying her labia, knowing the boys would see her glistening, twitching core.
“You, put that cock inside me,” Wendy growled.
She pointed to the younger footballer, snarling her need as she beckoned him over.
Wendy said: “Yours is about the biggest. I want it first. Just don’t stretch me too much.”
She sniggered, the sound corrupt and foul.
“Not that should be a problem. This pussy is trained to be one tight bitch,” Wendy added.
The boy gawked, mouth hanging open.
“Come on, let’s get it going. I’m choking to get fucked,” Wendy gasped.
She slid two fingers into her opening, stretching her flesh in a lewd exhibition, curling the digits within to rub at herself inside.
The fingers were in up to Wendy’s wedding ring, a gasp bubbling from her as the boy moved in close.
“Uh-huh, yes, there it. There’s the pussy for you,” Wendy muttered.
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