She closed the door behind them, and let her simple white blouse drop to the floor. They stared at the red lettering peeking above her lingerie. Simon pointed down the hall at a bedroom.
Jim and Emilia’s bedroom.
“Let’s go,” he said.
* * *
Among the lingerie Simon bought for her was a set of white lace panties and a matching bra. White for a bride, her fractured mind thought, and white to finish a marriage. Emilia wore them now, breasts rising and falling as her three block boys studied her from every angle. No. Her men.
“My men,” she breathed.
Milo moved to her first. Standing behind her, he brushed the hair away from her neck and kissed the soft junction at her shoulder. Her lips parted and she breathed his name. Her panties came down, and he kissed each of her cheeks lovingly as he helped her out of her underwear. The plug peeking out at him came out too, tossed away uncaringly. None of them would give a damn that day about cleaning up or hiding any evidence.
Milo rose to his feet again as Jaxton stepped in, his own breaths coming hard and fast now. Gone was the young man who tried to pay her no mind in the movie theater. Now his eyes were hungry for her, and he reached out and undid her bra, letting it fall to the ground before he leaned down and sucked one of her nipples. His big fingers sought out her pussy and she moaned as he slid one in, testing her wetness.
Simon stayed apart, but his eyes were hungriest of all. She crooked a finger at him but he didn’t join her. Instead, he began to strip down, folding his clothes neatly in a pile in a chair in a corner.
“He’ll have you soon enough,” Milo promised her. “For now, you’re mine and Jaxton’s.”
“Your slut,” she moaned as Jaxton’s finger pumped in and out of her slowly.
“Yes,” Milo said simply. “We love you, Mrs. Candless.”
“Uh huh,” Jaxton agreed.
“Yes,” Simon said, leaning against a wall. “We do love you. No joke. Whatever happens, that’s always true. And if you want out, if you really want us to stop this, this is the last time we’ll give you the chance. Whatever you want or don’t want this summer, you’ll have.”
“But,” Jaxton said, cupping her sex and rubbing her clit with his palm while his middle finger sought her g-spot, “If you have us today, you have us any time we want it. Our slut for the summer.”
“Not Jim’s,” Milo said. “Ours.”
“Did you boys rehearse that?” Emilia asked, grinning.
“Maybe a bit,” Milo admitted.
His sweet grin melted her all over again and she sighed as Jaxton began to rub both her most sensitive spots at once.
“I want all of you,” she murmured. “I want to be your MILF. I want to be your cougar fantasy. I want every dick in this room in me so often I don’t know what’s happening anymore.”
“And Jim?” Milo asked before he nibbled on her shoulder and cupped her breasts, rocking his still-clothed cock against her ass.
“Coming home at five. I’ll tell him…” She swallowed. “I’ll tell him I’m going through some things. That’ll be enough to last the summer.”
“Good,” Milo said. He stepped back, and she glanced behind her as he slipped free of his shorts and his shirt. His boxers came down too, and his cock sprang up. “Swap me,” he told Jaxton.