“Oh, really-” Emilia started to protest, but Milo and Jaxton interrupted her as one.
“Oh hell yeah,” Jaxton grunted.
“Yup!” Milo agreed.
Emilia stared between the three of them. “You guys should go enjoy yourselves.”
Simon leaned down and took her under the arm. His fingers brushed against the side of her breast, no more than a flick, and Emilia hoped he didn’t notice her shorter breath. “Come on, Mrs. Candless. We don’t take it seriously anyways. Besides, you’ll give us something beautiful to stare at when we’re playing with our clubs.”
She groaned but let herself be lifted to her feet. “That’s awful.”
Simon leaned in close and winked. “Yeah. But you love it.”
And she did. Emilia really did.
* * *
She didn’t think of skorts as being sexy in the slightest, but Simon, Jaxton, and Milo all kept staring at her long legs and taut thighs. A year ago Emilia might have scolded them, but the truth was, their gazes and naked hunger for her turned her on.
These are your sons’ friends, the sane part of Emilia’s mind warned her.
Uh huh, the sexual goddess within her purred. And it’s perfectly legal to think about riding their faces. Or their dicks.
Apart from the skorts, she tossed on a sleeveless blouse, and okay, maybe she undid an extra button, but she still had on the sports bra, so it wasn’t really a big deal. Was it?
Emilia insisted on paying for their bucket of balls. No one else was out on the driving range, though the course itself looked pretty busy. They set up their golf bags and put on a little music on Milo’s phone. Hip-hop beats backed them as the three guys pushed their tees into the grass. When Emilia bent over to do the same, she glanced back to see all three of them nakedly staring at her ass.
“Eyes up, boys,” she said, and they looked away when secretly she wanted them to stare. When was the last time Jim looked at her with that kind of hunger? Ten years? Fifteen, more like. Sure, they were still intimate on occasion, but not since this new job, and even before then, the sex had a perfunctory nature to it. Making love — no, good sweaty sex — should be more than just two people doing the marital equivalent of taking out the garbage.
With that thought in mind, Emilia grabbed her driver and took up a position at her ball. She knew the boys were staring at her again, so this time, pretending not to notice, she gave her ass a little shimmy. Milo was the least subtle of the bunch and audibly sighed in pleasure. The other two were silent until she made her shot.
“Great drive,” Jaxton said.
“Good form,” Simon said, openly staring at her legs.
She grinned at him. “Oh? My form, huh? Let’s see how you stroke it. Your balls, I mean.”
Milo burst out laughing, and Jaxton shook his head. Simon smirked, and lined up his driver. He reared back and gave the ball a blistering smack on the ass.
“What do you think?” he asked. “Long enough for you?”
“Mm,” Emilia said, pretending to ponder that. “I’ve seen longer.”
Jaxton groaned, “The puns are going to kill me.”
They settled in. Emilia had to admit, the driving range was just what she needed. Hitting something helped her blow off steam. Who’d have thought it? The guys settled into a conversation mostly among themselves, talking about long-term plans throughout the summer. They were thinking about going up to the mountains to camp sometime, a summer must, and of course, there was the Fourth, which was usually their city’s biggest holiday.