I was in trouble, deep trouble. My husband Larry had called in two repairmen to fix our central air-conditioner and I didn’t have the money to pay them. I had been afraid to tell Larry that I had cleaned out our bank account and gambled the money away at the Casino on the Indian reservation.
I sorted through my jewelry and set aside the nicest pieces. I hoped that I could slip out the back door and get to the pawnshop and back without the repairmen noticing my absence. If the repairs took a long time, it just might work. I cursed myself for not taking care of my money problem sooner but I hadn’t planned on the air conditioner breaking down.
Then my plan fell apart. “Okay, lady, we’re finished.” I looked up to see one of the repairmen standing in the doorway. I had heard the other man call him “Roy”. He was tall, husky, and good-looking in a weathered way. “That will be a hundred and eighty dollars, lady.”
I was at a loss for words. What on earth was I to do? I took my checkbook out of my purse and pretended to be shocked when I saw the balance. “Oh, my goodness, this is terrible! My husband must have spent our money on something without telling me.”
He stared up at the ceiling and slowly shook his head. I knew he was thinking, “Another fucking deadbeat!”. I tried to think of something to say. “Could I please pay you in a few days? I promise I’ll get it straightened out.”
“Look, lady, payment is due as soon as the repairs are completed. We don’t give credit. If you can’t pay I will have to put a lien on your house.”
“Well, I have some beautiful pieces of jewelry here. How about taking some of these?”
“I’m not a jeweler. I don’t know what that stuff is worth. We only take cash or checks on a local bank. In your case, it’s going to have to be cash.”
I cursed myself again for being so stupid. I could have written him a check, made my trip to the pawn shop, and covered the check later. But it was too late then. He would have never accepted a check knowing that there wasn’t any money in the account. I didn’t even bother to ask. Then I had a brilliant idea. Both men had checked me out from head to toe when they had arrived and I could tell by the gleam in their eyes that they had liked what they saw.
“Okay, well I know my husband has some cash hidden away somewhere. If you’ll please wait in the kitchen, I’ll try to find it.”
As soon as he left, I dipped into my underwear drawer and pulled out a frilly pair of black panties and a matching bra. “I might as well do it up right,” I thought, as I added a sexy black garter belt. I quickly dressed and admired myself in the mirror. I looked hot! I spent a few minutes touching up my makeup and brushing my blonde hair, then, trembling from anxiety, I made my way toward the kitchen. I almost turned back a dozen times. If my plan didn’t work and they told my husband what I had tried to pull, I would really be in trouble.
The men were sitting at the kitchen table. They jumped to their feet when they saw me clad only in sexy underwear. “Hey, what the Hell is going on?” Roy demanded. The other man’s jaw dropped and he stared at me through wide, glassy eyes. He was in his twenties, much younger than the forty-something Roy.
“Well, I couldn’t find the money, so I thought of another method of payment that might be acceptable.”
Roy stared at me as though I were out of my mind. “Lady, it’s a hundred and eighty bucks. You would have to do a lot for that. I mean we would have to touch all of the bases.” Will spoke up for the first time. “Hey, Roy, look I need that money. I have kids to feed.”
“Well, I need some pussy,” Roy countered. “My old lady hasn’t given me a thing in nearly a year. And what do you care? You know you’ll get your paycheck.”
My heart pounded with excitement. My scheme was going to work! “Fellas, it’s only a little past noon. My husband doesn’t get home until six. With that much time, I can satisfy all of your fantasies.” Then I turned on my heel and, swinging my sweet ass, walked toward the bedroom. I glanced back to see the two men following along like dogs after a bitch in heat.
Will wanted to take a shower first, so I pointed toward the bathroom then stretched out on the bed. Roy didn’t waste any time getting down to business. He grabbed me by the ankles and pulled until my ass was on the edge of the bed. Then he knelt down, removed my panties, and buried his face in my neatly-trimmed cunt. His tongue burrowed into my love tunnel like a soft cock. Then he homed in on my clitoris and swirled his tongue around it in little circles. He really knew his way around a pussy.
By the time Will emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his waist, Roy had my engine humming. He yanked the towel from his assistant’s waist and popped him on the ass with it. As Will jumped a foot into the air and grabbed his ass with both hands, his big cock slapped against his belly. “Eat her pussy some more,” Roy said. “This bitch is red hot. You’re going to love this.” Then he turned and went in for his shower.
As Will stood in front of me staring down at my curvaceous body, his semi-hard cock slowly rose until it was fully erect. It was a beauty about eight inches long. “You sure are something,” he said. “Wait until you see these,” I teased, as I reached back to unhook my bra. I have beautiful, natural tits. Everyone who sees them tells me that they are my best feature. I am very proud of them and love to show them off. I held them up for him and giggled at the sight of his cock bobbing up and down.
“Oh, my God. I wish my wife had titties like that. Would you let me suck on them?” Will was definitely a tit man. He couldn’t make up his mind which tit tasted better so he went back and forth, licking and sucking. By the time Roy came out of the bathroom sporting a huge hard-on, my nipples were pointing toward the ceiling.
“Did she suck your dick yet, kid?” Will shook his head. “Then that is next on the agenda. Sit up, baby.” I sat on the edge of the bed as the two men stood in front of me. Both of them had first-rate bodies. Roy’s hairy chest and belly contrasted very nicely with Will’s smooth body. Roy’s cock wasn’t as long as Will’s but it was nice and meaty. I started on it first.
I sucked on the head for awhile, then took a big gulp. As the head went down my throat and I buried my nose in his pubic hairs, I got a whiff of the expensive cologne I had given my husband for his birthday. Roy had found it in the bathroom and had helped himself to it. “Baby, you are going to suck until one of us cums in your mouth, then the other one is going to fuck you,” Roy said. I had already planned on doing just that.
I turned to Will and took his torpedo in my mouth. Unlike Roy’s cock with its bulging, blue veins, Will’s was smooth and white. It hadn’t been put to as much use as Roy’s cock had, and didn’t show as much wear and tear. “Damn, nobody has ever done that to me before,” Will said, as I smoothly took the entire length of his cock. “Lady, you could make a fortune as a whore,” Roy said. I made a mental note of his remark. In a way, I had become a whore just moments before.
I went back and forth on them until they were both leaking pre-cum. Don’t think that I didn’t love every single minute. It had been a long time since I had had two men at the same time and I had forgotten how good threesomes are. I wasn’t surprised when the younger man popped first. It must have been days since he had gotten off because the love juice over-flowed my mouth. He held my head lightly between both hands and fucked my mouth in short strokes.
I was still swallowing Will’s cum when Roy pushed me back on the bed. As he mounted me, he kissed me hard on the mouth. I guess he wanted to find out what his assistant’s cum tasted like. He ran his cock into me like a torpedo into a torpedo tube, then he fucked me so hard that I bounced off the mattress. It was obvious that Roy hadn’t had any action in awhile and he wanted to catch up on what he had been missing. I usually don’t like to be fucked hard and prefer someone who fucks with finesse. But for some reason, I loved the way Roy was putting it to me. It wasn’t long before I had to bite down on a pillow to muffle my squeals of joy.
I glanced over to see Will sitting next to the bed watching and masturbating. He hadn’t lost much of his erection after cumming and was already primed for action. Roy must have been reading my mind. He somehow managed to roll us over without taking his cock out, then he reached back and spread my ass-cheeks. “Spit on that thing to make it slick, then come and put it in her pooper,” Roy ordered. Will giggled. “I’ve always wanted to fuck somebody in the ass. Is it okay with you, lady?”
“Hell, yes, but use Vaseline, and please call me Laura,” I said. “I’m certainly no lady.” His cock was too big to go up my ass using only spit. I pointed to the night stand where I keep the Vaseline. He quickly greased his cock then crawled onto the bed. My heart was pounding so hard that I was sure I could hear it. I had always wondered what a double-penetration fuck felt like and now I was going to find out.
It took Will several tries to get his plump cock-head through my ass-hole. There was some pain, but it didn’t amount to much and faded away in a few seconds. “Okay, Will, we have to alternate strokes. You stick yours in while I’m pulling mine out.” The young man learned about a lot more than air conditioning from his mentor that day. I glanced back to see Roy’s hands on Will’s ass to guide his movements. The dash of bisexuality was just the seasoning our little sex stew needed.
It took awhile for them to get the hang of it, but when they finally did it felt absolutely incredible, and I came non-stop for nearly thirty minutes. I wasn’t even aware of my two lovers cumming simultaneously until Will pulled away and Roy pushed me off of him. “No, you bastards, I haven’t had enough!” I shrieked.
“Hey, I’m not Superman,” Roy said. “I shot a load and now I have to rest for awhile.”
I served them frosty bottles of beer and waited impatiently for them to recover. It wasn’t long before Roy was once again between my thighs eating his own cum out of me and Will was back on my tits. We went at it for hours. They even treated me to a second DP with Roy as the ass-man, and, if anything, it was even better than the first one.
I wore them out long before the time we agreed to was up. As I gave each of them a goodbye peck on the cheek at the front door, I asked them if they had gotten their money’s worth. “Hell, yeah, Laura, and if your air conditioner breaks down again, be sure to call us,” Roy said, handing me his business card. I hope it does break down again, and soon.
As for my financial problems, I sold enough jewelry to make our checking account healthy, and I haven’t been back to the casino. Larry is none the wiser.