“You should have seen the men at Sally’s house,” I told Todd.
“Men?” he murmured, curious.
“Trimming her tree,” I continued.
“Trimming her tree,” he was echoing me again, but his tone made it sound as if he was tasting something sweet. “Is that what the young people are calling it these days?”
I raised my eyebrows. “Just you. You filthy-minded man.”
He licked his lips lasciviously before prompting me to continue.
“Seriously. These men… they were so well built, so handsome. I couldn’t believe they were actually tree guys and not models pretending to be tree guys.”
“You’re saying they were good-looking, Sarah?”
He was teasing me, but what I said in return nearly took his breath away.
“So I walked over and asked if they’d come trim my tree.”
The conversation paused. Todd loves watching another man fuck me. It’s his thing. Sure, we have brutally hot sex when it’s only the two of us, but what makes him harder than — well, wood — is seeing another man get me off. Seeing two? That might be the end of him.
But no matter how often we play like this Todd knows at the end of the night — when it’s back to me and him — we’re all that matter. What we have together will last. The other men are simply fuel for our fire, but it’s one that burns real hot.
“So which tree?” he asked. His voice was rough with burgeoning desire.
“Any tree they’d like.”
That was it for us. We fucked in a frenzy against the dining room table. I was delighted that my husband was so into the concept. After all, I was the one who would get to fuck the men. But he acted as if he were the one winning the prize. The truth is that he would be.
The next morning, I put on a bright orange bikini and a pair of white short-shorts, made coffee and helped my husband hide in the closet. With the door cracked slightly, he’d have the perfect vantage point of our bed if things worked out the way I’d planned.
The two hunky handymen showed up on my porch exactly on time, ready for work. I peeked out the window and felt a little thrill rush through me upon seeing their tanned skin and muscular arms.
If I was successful in bringing them both to bed, it would be quite the coup. I’d never before propositioned a duo. Every so often, I’d managed to lure a lady into my lair, someone lovely, lithe and limber. But on that day, I was going for the gold.
I opened the door and smiled before leading the men to the backyard. The taller one told me his name was Ramon. The shorter and more muscular guy’s name was Mark. They both seemed extremely attentive as I pointed out the yard’s issues. I actually did have a tree that needed trimming.
Mark started talking business right away, explaining the logistics of what they’d need to do, the machinations, the time. Meanwhile, his companion kept staring at me as Mark droned on. I winked at Ramon, and he winked back.
“You know, boys,” I said after listening to the plans, “what if we have a little lemonade first? It’s such a scorcher.” In my head I imagined Todd saying, “Lemonade? Is that what the young people are calling it these days?”
“Lemonade sounds great,” they said, almost in unison.
“What about something else?” I asked as I led them back inside. “What about… me?”
They hesitated. I didn’t. I said, “I’ve been feeling a little horny from the heat. Maybe you could help me out?”
I didn’t say another word. I simply walked away from them, but as I did, I untied my bikini top and let the orange fabric flutter like a flag behind me, beckoning. I stepped out of my shorts and let them fall to the hall. I continued, leaving a trail of items on my way to the bedroom — including my panties and the scarf I’d tied around my hair. Totally nude, I waited to see what would happen.
By the time the tree men were in the room, they were naked, too. I wondered if this sort of thing had happened to them before. They didn’t seem to need any encouragement or explanation. Perhaps they were used to horny housewives. The difference? Todd was in the closet. I hoped he could see every moment of the erotic production I’d staged for him. I started by blowing the taller one. I reached for him and pulled him close to the bed, then began to bestow my best blowjob action on his thick dick. Ramon seemed unable to believe his luck. He said, “What a fucking mouth you have on you, lady.”
The other could have waited his turn. Or he could have been content to watch. He didn’t, and he wasn’t. Mark came around behind me and held my hips in his rough hands. Then I was sandwiched between the two men, blowing one and being filled by the other. I made sure to add as many dreamy sound effects as I could, to enhance Todd’s enjoyment. When I paused for breath, I cried out, “Oh, you’re so big, Mark! I love feeling your big dick stretching me open!”
I knew Todd would like the sound of that. Apparently, my tree guy did as well. He grunted and started slamming his dick into me at a faster clip. The man I was blowing stroked my cheeks and told me what a beauty I was. He said that he’d been thinking about me and jerking off since he’d first laid eyes on me.
“You’ve been dancing in my head,” he told me.
I was pleased we were all on the same page. Or almost. I wondered what they’d think of Todd standing in the closet, face to the crack, hand (most likely) on his dick.
That’s when the door gave a loud creak. Both men stopped. I had my mouth on the Ramon’s dick, and I slurred around his shaft, “Todd!”
The men froze, but I pulled back slightly, so that the head of the cock pulled free from my lips and did my best to salvage the unusual situation.
“Boys,” I said, “I hope you don’t mind if my husband watches.”
There was silence. I looked up. Ramon was looking at his friend. From behind me, Mark questioned, “He only wants to watch?”
I nodded.
“No problem for me,” said Ramon. That’s all Todd needed to hear. He came out of the closet and leaned against the wall. Now the three of us, so obviously on display, really went at it. The men changed positions, and I started to suck my own juices off the cock that had recently been in my snatch. Ramon held my hips and said to Todd, “You like to watch, man?”
Todd cleared his throat and said, “Yeah.”
“Then what?” Ramon wanted to know. “What happens afterward?” He sounded genuinely curious.
Having found his voice, Todd said hoarsely, “I like to fuck her.”
“When she’s all sticky?”
I looked at my husband, who nodded.
“Good,” said the tree man as he thrust to the root in my cunt. “I’m going to fill her up, and then we’ll watch you. I’ve never done that kind of thing before.”
This turn of events was quite a shock. Who knew that I’d booked a pair of kinky dudes? Todd was beside himself. He was already tenting his slacks with his massive erection. The guy I was blowing came first. I swallowed down every drop of Mark’s come. The man in my pussy climaxed a beat after his friend. Ramon described his orgasm as it was happening. “I’m coming in your wife,” he announced to Todd, really seeming to get into the moment. “I’m filling her tight snatch with my load.”
Todd groaned with helpless abandon. Then the tree guys moved away, and my husband joined me on the mattress. I was lit up inside. The two handsome men seemed more than comfortable to take a backseat. Todd and I had never fucked together for an audience. The opportunity simply hadn’t presented itself, but now that it had, we weren’t going to waste it.
Todd slid his cock inside me, where I was dripping wet from my lover’s load. My husband fucked me harder than I’d been fucked all day. The men watching us seemed appreciative. It didn’t take long for the two of us to get off. The scenario was simply too erotic to resist. I came when Todd rubbed my clit. He added his semen to the jism already in me.
Then we parted. There were four of us in the room. What a strange day! I looked from one man to the other to the other.
“You said something about lemonade?” Ramon asked.
Nodding, I slid on a T-shirt and a pair of panties.
“And after the lemonade,” Mark said, “let’s try that again. I don’t think our work here is done.”
It was quite a day, even though my tree never got trimmed. I guess that means I need to call the boys back!