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  Kevin got slowly to his feet and wiped his wet, satisfied face. ‘You were desperate for that, weren’t you, girl!’

  Jane smiled, then she laughed. Her whole body was still throbbing with pleasure.

  They tidied themselves up, then he pulled her into his arms. ‘I’ll come back to finish the fence tomorrow. You’ll be here then, won’t you?’

  She smiled back. ‘Yes, I might be able to…fit you in.’

  The following day a newly confident and energised Jane was all ready for the arrival of her young lover. What she wasn’t prepared for was the sight of Michael helping him to complete the fence.

  There obviously won’t be any fun today, and if they finish the fence, there’s no reason for Kevin to come back, she thought bitterly. Maybe he regrets what we did. Maybe Michael is a chaperone to protect him from the randy grandmother.

  She turned away from the window and accidentally knocked the salt cellar from the edge of the counter onto the floor, where it rolled behind the bin. As she bent over to retrieve it the back door opened and closed behind her.

  Before she could straighten up Kevin slapped her backside, then roughly grabbed her by the hips and began dry-humping her. ‘Stay where you are and I’ll buy you a new blouse.’ he joked.

  She almost had to fight him off to turn around. He kissed her with hunger, manhandling her breasts like they were his own property. All her doubts immediately fled. Without hesitation she undid the buttons on his fly and pushed her hand down to feel the warm, growing bulge under his tight underpants.

  ‘Would you like Michael to join us?’ he asked quietly, carefully.

  Jane froze. Since the previous afternoon’s sexual frolicking she’d imagined so many ways she and Kevin might have pleasured each other, but a threesome had never occurred to her.

  He watched her and waited patiently for an answer.

  ‘Umm…’ She saw Michael in her minds eye. Hunky, black and beautiful, with the warmest, most gentle smile she had ever seen. Decisions, decisions. She changed the image to that of a coin and flipped it. Heads, she thought. And guess what? Heads it was.

  She smiled broadly. ‘Go get him.’

  Alone in the living room, she closed the blinds and paced nervously back and forth. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but it didn’t feel right to take them both into the bedroom she had once shared with her husband. She almost jumped with fright when the door finally opened.

  Michael was first into the room, wearing that lovely smile of his. ‘Hello again, Mrs Jane,’ he murmured quietly, his deep, dark eyes soothing her nerves.

  He approached her and immediately began to stroke her throat and neck, warming her up for the full kiss of his lips. His T-shirt was dirty from working outdoors and he smelt of fresh air and summer.

  Jane closed her eyes and allowed her tongue to slip into his open mouth.

  Kevin vanished behind her and undid the fastenings on her jeans, easing them down while Michael began to undo her blouse, their mouths still locked together. Once the blouse was cast aside, the bra swiftly followed it and Jane’s magnificent breasts were free once more. Michael’s rough fingers milked her hard nipples, sending jolts of electricity pulsing through her.

  With her jeans round her ankles Kevin whipped her silky knickers down quickly and guided her to step out of them. She was completely naked with two young men she barely knew. Kevin’s fingers pried her buttocks apart to allow his tongue to meander slowly down her crease to tickle her rear entrance.

  Jane couldn’t stop herself from giggling. No longer nervous, she was excited and aroused, and felt more alive than ever.

  ‘Do you fancy a spit roast?’ Kevin asked, following his suggestion with a chain of kisses across her backside.

  Jane didn’t have a clue what he was talking about, but she was enjoying herself enough to want to experience anything new. For once in her life she was stepping outside the box and over the line. She was willing to try anything once, twice if she liked it. ‘Why not?’

  Both men quickly stripped off all of their clothes to reveal two young, muscular bodies, hairless and strong, one ebony and one ivory, a perfect pair. Though Kevin’s cock was impressive, quiet Michael certainly had a lot more down there to boast about.

  ‘On your hands and knees, sweetheart.’ Michael gently directed her to assume the position.

  ‘Heads or tails?’ Kevin asked him.

  Jane grinned down at the carpet. It’s heads in more ways than one, she thought, as Michael’s semi-erect cock appeared in front of her. She hadn’t seen many men, but this prick was definitely the biggest, both in length and girth. She wrapped her lips around it, her mouth like a big round ‘O’.

  Michael gently held on to either side of her head. ‘Is that OK?’ he asked, with that same polite voice.

  He received a contented ‘mmm’ from Jane’s full mouth in response.

  Jane felt Kevin’s hands on her thighs, pushing her legs further apart. His tongue found her already moist clit and danced over it. After a few moments the delicate, gentle licking stopped to be suddenly replaced with the hard, hot slap of his hand on her backside. Her clit began to swell as its new mate joined it, pressing, probing for an entrance. His shaft parted her lips easily and slipped inside.

  Unlike Michael, Kevin was more desperate, urgent. He fucked her hard, his fingernails digging into her shoulders. Every few thrusts he would crack her backside like a cowboy riding a wild horse, each hit sending a sting of pain through her body which would rapidly morph into waves of pleasure.

  Jane’s mouth was working its own magic on Michael’s member. Fully erect, she couldn’t believe the size of it. Every thrust from Kevin pushed her forward and that huge cock slid deeper into her throat. She tried to imagine how it would feel inside her. Would it even fit?

  Kevin’s thrusts quickened and he howled like a wolf as he emptied himself into her womb. ‘Fuck. That was good, that was fucking great.’

  Jane felt her pussy relax as he pulled out.

  ‘Sorry, Michael, you don’t mind sloppy seconds?’

  Jane hadn’t heard the term ‘sloppy seconds’ before, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out what it meant. She was going to get the big one.

  ‘Not at all,’ Michael replied politely, as though he were simply being asked if he minded closing a door.

  ‘Are you OK like that, or do you want to lie down?’ he asked her, pressing his big, warm palm against her cheek, a gesture that transferred as much kindness as a million words.

  Jane’s knees were beginning to hurt. She lay down on her back between them, her embarrassment lost and forgotten. She spread her knees wide, ready and more than willing.

  ‘Gorgeous, so beautiful.’ Michael’s eyes roamed over her, taking in her whole body then down to her glistening hole, dripping with Kevin’s semen. ‘Such a lovely woman.’ He got down to his knees and gently, slowly eased his big cock into her.

  Jane felt herself stretch to accommodate him. The pressure of his girth was immense even though Kevin’s cock had done a good job of opening up the passageway before it. She concentrated on relaxing her pelvic muscles and breathed deeply.

  He slid his length into her, or at least, as much as she could take. His strong arms on either side of her he began to move back and forth within, gradually getting her used to the feeling of a much larger cock. ‘Is that OK? Do you want it harder?’ he would ask between thrusts.

  She tried to open her legs further to relieve some of the tightness. She could hear herself whimpering like a virgin teenager. ‘Oh god, yes. Fuck me, fuck me harder…’

  Kevin lay down alongside them and played with her tender nipples.

  ‘You want it harder?’ Michael asked again.

  Did he want her to beg? Her hands explored his powerful chest above her. ‘Please, please…’ she
muttered, panting like an animal.

  Michael obliged and increased his pace. His cock filled her belly with each powerful thrust.

  Kevin’s hands roamed all over her body, squeezing whatever flesh it found, then one hand snaked its way down between their abdomens to explore her pubic hair. ‘Do you want to come?’ he whispered in her ear. His fingers rubbed the swollen lips of her sex and wrapped around either side of Michael’s big cock as it slid quickly in and out, lubricated by Kevin’s own spunk.

  ‘I’m going to come,’ Jane gasped. The building orgasm was so powerful it had robbed her of breath.

  ‘Are you going to come?’ Michael asked, pumping her faster.

  Jane could hear her heart thudding in her ears as her flesh spasmed against that thick shaft and she came with a scream of pleasure.

  Michael continued to move within her as her orgasm slowly ebbed away, then he withdrew himself and knelt by her side, his hand working quickly up and down his glistening shaft. With Kevin still playing with her tits Michael fired pulse after pulse of milky sperm all over her chest.

  Jane didn’t want to move, she didn’t want the moment to end. She felt a glow of happiness, of escape, of power. She was no longer afraid of anything. Life was for living.

  Despite their energetic exertions, it didn’t take long for the lads to finish the fence.

  Jane joined them in the garden with her cheque book as they admired their handiwork. ‘How much do I owe you?’ she asked. It seemed a stupid, banal thing to say after their earlier activities

  ‘Half price to you, sweetheart,’ Kevin smirked, winking at Michael, who grinned back. ‘With the pleasure you’ve given us today, it’s worth every penny.’

  Kevin pocketed the cheque and kissed her, giving her backside a sly nip and a slap as he did so. ‘Any time you need any more…work…done, just give us a bell!’ He headed towards the newly installed gate at the bottom of the garden and his pickup outside.

  Michael was clearly more of a gentleman. ‘That was lovely, sweetheart,’ he said, pulling her towards him. She melted against his body and kissed him, allowing her tongue to reacquaint itself with the inside of his mouth.

  ‘Michael,’ Kevin called with a mock ‘school teacher warning the naughty boy’ voice.

  ‘Goodbye, Mrs Jane.’ Michael smiled. ‘Hope to see you again.’

  She watched as her two sexy men climbed into their vehicle and disappeared down the road. She wondered for a short moment if the neighbours had heard anything during their sexual antics, but that was the old Jane, and the new one decided quickly that she really didn’t care.

  With her pussy still pulsing slightly she went back indoors and turned the news on. Negative stuff didn’t bother her any more, after so much pleasure what was there to be depressed about? Life was too short to be sad. Never again would she spend her time just doing what she thought was expected of her. The problem was, what was next?

  A story came on the TV about a granny who had taken up dangerous sports late in life. Forget about parachuting, Jane thought. Try a good roasting, pet!

  She flicked through the channels, hoping for inspiration and finally getting some. A holiday. She hadn’t been abroad in years. But was she brave enough to go alone? She pulled her lucky coin from her pocket and held it on her open palm. Maybe instead of a holiday she would buy a sports car. She had always wanted one, and she could afford it. It had just seemed like such an unnecessary extravagance once upon a time.

  She flipped the coin and held it covered on her hand. Heads it’s a holiday, tails it’s a sports car. She took a deep breath, lifted her hand, and smiled.

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