One Saturday we were busy working over the condo. A hose had burst on the
washing machine earlier in the week while we were out and had like flooded
the nook, kitchen, blew up the dryer, just all yuckie. Anyway, our insurance
would cover it but we like doing things and got things dried and whatnot.
We had started the day with tennis and everything just felt good and
productive. Jim was busy away laying carpet tiles and I was arranging things
the way I liked. Jim had on his coveralls with his name on it. I had my
hair up in a tie and had on one of Jim's shirts as a smock, with thongs

Well, it was like afternoon and ding-dong. I'll get it. So I go to the door
and here is this tall--- at least 6-4 ---goodlooking guy in a service uniform.
Checked the name and address, apologies, they are short today, running late
he's got the washer and dryer. He looked good. And I could tell from the
way he sort of had to say the words as though he had memorized them that I
had taken him by suprise. I did feel bubbly and perky. Hmmm...

I showed him in and led him to the utility niche. I explained that I (not WE)
had major water damage and had just got MY place repaired. Jim was working
on the floor but we exchanged looks --- we really have a neat way of communi-
cating. He asked if I had power? I played like dumb blonde, huh? He said
he'd be right back.

Ooh. I started to get ideas. I put my finger to my lips and dashed off to
our bedroom. I had on a bra --- I don't like my breasts banging all over the
place when I'm working and no panties--- that freedom I like. So I quickly
took off the bra and picked out a pair of red candystriped panties. And back
to the kitchen.

Brad (I got his name later, but it's easier to use his name here) came in with
a tool box took out a meter and wires and stuff. Phone rings right there and
I answer. Shit! It's for Jim. I put my hand over the phone and said in a
neutral voice, uh, I think this is for you. Jim gets up comes over and takes
the phone. Impressive. I don't know who was on the other side but it sounded
just so business like. "... I can't get to that today... Tuesday at the
earliest..." I was going to give him more credit than he deserved until I
saw his finger holding the hook down!! Hangs up and says thanks to me, walks
up to Brad and says this place was pretty bad when he saw it --- working
banter. Ooh, sweet, Jim, going along with it all. I started to feel a
little tingely.

About 5 minutes later Brad rolled in the washing machine and up to the niche.
I said just a second, let me make sure it's clean. So I fetch the dust mop
and run it quickly over the floor, inspecting. I bent over from the hips,
legs straight, to pick up a non-existent nit. I was hoping that Brad would
do some inspecting of his own. I really wish I could have been watching!!
Jim said later that it was a perfect move. The tail of my shirt rose up enough
to show the cheeks of my ass under the candy-striped panties. (No accident!
I've practiced all kinds of moves.) Jim said Brad got a nice hungry, eyeful
and they looked at each other with the kind of look men give each other, like
can you believe that! I said "There, that makes me feel so much better now"
Like a dumb blonde. But I always feel better when I'm being viewed!!

I kept up a little banter, like how glad I was to have my washer again, I
couldn't wait to test it. I had a small plastic laudry basket and put in the
dish towels around the kitchen, fetched a few towels from the front bathroom,
took down the cafe curtains, bemoaning that I had just had the laundry done
that morning. (Not really, there were a few baskets in our closet.) What
could I wash? I think Brad picked up on my dedication whatever. Well, Brad
couldn't see me but Jim could. I stared at him as he watched me take off
those red candy-striped panties and heap them on top. Brad was busy but I
placed the basket on the counter where he just couldn't miss it. And then
I busied about.

Jim and Brad were out but I waited until they got back to try the "test"
wash. (Jim said that when I had disappeared and Brad had the machine
connected, that Brad had given Jim a psst, and when he had Jim's attention
had picked up my panties from the top of the basket and dropped them back.
Just to share with Jim what I had so naively done. And then rolled his eyes.
Oh. I wish I could have been watching that!!) Anyway, as they were bringing
in the dryer I called out if it was OK to try it? It won't get in the way?
No problem. So I opened the door --- I prefer the front loading machines,
they do get things cleaner and you can always keep stuff on top of the machine,
but the fringe benefits, I admit, I hadn't appreciated--- bending to put the
wash in. My shirt didn't go up as high as before, but then it didn't have
to this time. I got it to where I was just showing the bottom of the cheeks
of my ass, a nice tempting peek. (Jim said later that Brad didn't bother
exchanging glances with him, just kept his eyes burning the brief time.)
I let out a few oo's --- Jim knows what those sound like --- of happiness
and again babbled how good it felt to be able to do that again, it had been
more than a week! (All true. The last flashing I did had been last week!!)

Well, they busy with the dryer and I'm busily doing whatever. I liked showing
leg to Brad!! And chatting. Like a dumb blonde. When it looked like they
were almost done I asked if they would like anything to drink, a beer, or I
could mix up some dacquiris? After a little pause Jim said dacquiris would be
primo, what about you Brad? Sure, nothing left on the truck. Now, Jim and I
have all kinds of moves, looks, and little code phrases. My asking like that,
the three choices meant 1) shall I/we abandon what we're doing, 2) keep it
playful, or start something hardball? Jim picking dacquiris (the hardest of
the three) meant let's go for it. Wowie. I was feeling good. I got out the
pitcher, and cubes, and glasses, and limes, and mix... taking my time until
they were done and invited them to set at the counter/bar separating the
kitchen. Then...

I went to the range and reached for the cabinet door above the hood. (I know
Jim was puzzled, but he and I always have had pleasant suprises for each
other.) And, of course, could just barely get the door open. So, I pushed
the kitchen stool out, folded out the bottom step, stood on it, got the door
open, and fished around, would they prefer white or gold rum? Of course,
that's not all I was doing.

First, while they were out, I had moved the liquor to that cabinet. Heck,
nobody but nobody ever uses that silly space for anything. Second, in
standing wearing a shirt like Jim's, with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows
like I had, it is such a simple but invisible move to hook your elbows into
the sleeves. You want the back to come up an inch, you move your arms out an
inch; up 12 inches, out 12 inches. I could have taken it up to the small of my
back--- but that might have been too obvious!! I could feel the back of the
shirt inch up, hit the bottom of my cheeks, and then I continued until I felt
my crack bared. I had my legs spead as far as possible on the step so I had
to reach more. (Jim said later that my performance was fantastic!! That he
got a raging erection! There was my mouthwatering ass, with legs Vee'd just
enough to show a slight tuft of dark blonde pussy hair. Jim said Brad's face
went flush red, just flush red.) Jim said that the gold always has a much
better taste but it's so rare. I clanked a few bottles and said you boys have
done so much for me that I had plenty for you two boys, this treat is on me.
(Jim said he had thrust out his tongue as though he were inserting it into my
pussy. I though I had heard like a supressed laugh from Brad!!) With my
visual appetizer served, I finally selected the gold rum and skooted back
to the floor and an obviously red-faced Brad.

I mixed the 1st batch, just enough for 3, but a little strong. The buzzer went
off as I was doing that so I quickly took a little break. I had the wrong
angle from where they were sitting to really do much in removing the load from
the washer, but I did manage to catch the slide slit on the open door. (Oh,
what luck!! I know I'm good, but I'm not that good!!) It lifted enough away
so that for the 1st time, if Brad were trying, he could get some freebies at
my pussy. I caught out the corner of my eye that he hadn't disappointed me!!
(Oh, by the way. I know I'm not the only woman who like to flash or exhibit.
Jim IS rare in that my 'hobby' really turns him on. I was guessing how much
he was 'on' now. He said he was ready to jack off or rape me or something!)
Well, we sip, I propose a toast for all they had done, and down that stuff
went. Without even asking, I started on a full pitcher, and asked if they'd
be more comfortable in the den. I motioned to the obvious direction --- oh and
take off your shoes!--- and kept talking while I took my time with the pitcher.
The shoes stuff had nothing to do with keeping the rug clean. It just makes it
much less awkward later on maybe, and it does make one relax a bit more.
I just had to rub my clit, it had been giving me those tingles just begging for
attention. I unbuttoned another button on the top of my shirt as well as the
last button, leaving the ones by my belly button and above. I gave my nipples
a little shock treatment with an ice cube --- wowie --- and dryed with with a
paper towel. Then picked up the pitcher and went to the den, flicking off my
clogs as I entered.

Jim and Brad were seated on the couch. I placed the pitcher and my glass
on the table and stood straight to remove my head band and shake my hair free,
making small talk, how good that felt. I filled Jim's glass first and then
talking wwith Jim but straight across from Brad and filled Brad's glass.
I had to bend over to do that and I am quite sure Brad had a fantastic view
of my breasts. I then poured my glass, pitcher down, and then knealt on my
side of the table.

And back to the small talk. Challenge? Jim and I know each other quite well
and we can get to any topic you like. It was neat. Another fillup. Hey,
boys, sit back and relax, you can put your feet on the table. Jim took the
lead followed by Brad and stretched back, stockinged feet up. I kept up the
playful mood and went "cootchie" "cootchie" to both of them, everyone laughing.
I shifted my position, sitting straight up with my legs under the table, my
shirt covering my thighs. Initially, that is.

Anyway, the conversation goes around to philosophy, etc., freedom of speech,
hangups, taboos, inhibitions, sex (!!), pornography, etc. I'm getting hornier
and hornier and everyone with a glow (and two of us with erections!!). I
bubble and giggle with how thankful I am for all the servicing you have given
me. Jim says you mean "service, you said 'servicing', Terri"--- we were all
on first name basis. "Oh, did I say that?" Giggle. "Must have been a freudian
slip." "Brad, can't be, I'm not wearing a slip". Giggle Brad was having a
pleasant smile on his face. I had been working on creeping the bottom of my
shirt open and since I could get a peripheral shot of my pussy hair, I fig-
ured that from Brad's side, he had a splendid view, even though it was through
the glass. Since he had shifter his legs on the table it was either to
relieve the pain on his cock --- his erection was forced sideways from what
I could tell--- or to get a better view.

I asked if anyone would like some music, I had a nice CD. Sure. Sure.
I slid back from under the table, rolled over to my knees, and crawled the
4 feet or so directly away from them to the stereo. I said I had a neat
system, a great collection, and if no one minded I feel like some Weather
Report. I got the Birdland CD, slipped in it, and popped on the system, which.
I rose upright on my knees and twisted back to them. "Do you like them? Isn't
that fantastic?!" Jim said great, Brad said "Thanks, Terri, that's just what I
need!"

(Well, Jim described it to me later. As I had turned from them and crawled, the
back of my shirt came up, and the view was electrifying. By the time I had
reached the stereo and fetched the CD, my shirt was over my ass, to the small
of my back --- that was not an accident! And reaching on the floor for the CD
made it look that I was just bgging for it doggie style --- which was true!!
Brad had been rearranging his cock and shaking his head. Jim poking out his
tongue. When I had raised, my shirt had caught on top of my buttocks, giving
a blood-powdering view. And when I had turned, I looked so innocent and
oblivious to what I was showing!! Ooh, I wish I could have been hearing
that when I was doing it.)

I got up and turned around, but had made shirt my shirt was hanging split open
from my belly-button. As I stood, the sgirt draped shut, but very slowly!!
I kept saying, "Isn't that great?! I love it." The truth for both reasons.

I walked back to the couch and asked them to make room for me, it's better
facing the system. Brad scooted his butt towards me, away from Jim to create
a spot, but kept his legs on the table. Facing Brad, I put one leg way over
his legs and steadied myself with one arm on his shoulder. That spread open
my shirt and Brad was 18 inches from my exposed pussy. I completed the
maneuver and nestled in between them, sitting on the edge. I took a sip,
put the glass down, and started to sit back, and then stopped suddenly.

"Oh, dear!" "What" says Jim. "Oh, you guys look so comfortable, I wanted
to lay back like you boys, but I can't!" "Why, not?" from Brad. I giggle.
"Well, ... I'm not wearing any panties", as though that were a confession.
Jim sez "I don't mind if Brad doesn't mind." Brad sez "Go for it, Terri!
We're all grownups!" Giggle. So, I snuggle in and then cork and then
straighten my legs onto the table, holding shut my shirt. All that to tease
and get maximum attention, of course. I put my hand on Jim's thigh and Jim
matched that by placing his forearm over mine and clasped my left thigh,
through my shirt. Brad caught the maneuver. I said "Here, Brad, you get
equal treatment" and placed his hand on top of my right thigh, giggling.
Brad --- in shock and probably lightheaded from the rum and too much blood
in his cock --- just let it sit there. Giggle. "Jim, Brad... don't be so
shy!" Giggle. Haven't you ever felt the inside of a girl's thigh before?"
And with that, I opened my legs, pulled away my shirt from under there hands
and simultaneously moved both their hands to the soft parts of the inside
of my thighs!! "There, doesn't that feel much better??" And then I placed
my hands on their thighs and started give little throbs to them.

Well, that did it!! I bimboed again how great I felt, how thankful I was
for all they have done to make my place so livable again, how great the music
was, how nice they all were, that I just had to do something special to reward
them. Brad says "Terri, this seems reward enough."

I gently squirmed free, sat forward, and took my glass again. And the I stood
up, and asked them to lift their legs. As they did I rolled back the coffee
table and took a few steps away. "I've got an idea, if you boys don't mind..."

I stared innocently at Brad, unbuttoned the last two buttons of my shirt,
struggled my arms free, and let the shirt drop. Tweaking a nipple with one
hand and lightly stroking my pussy with my other, I asked so simply, "Would you
boys like to fuck me???" Wowie!!

Jim stood up and began to unzip his coveralls. I gave my hand to Brad and
helped him stand up. I started on his buckle; he took over and continued,
while I unbutooned his shirt for him. Seconds later, there's Jim with
his cock flaring out and Brad with as perfectly straight cock I've ever seen,
not a curve on it. I first embraced Jim and we began kissing. Jim had his
hands on my the cheeks of my ass, but I removed one arm from around him and
felt back for Brad's prick. I found it with his hand around it! I pushed it
down and pulled him into my back, cradling it with my crack and rubbing my
ass against him. With his hand free, I drew his arm around and place his hand
on my breast. Brad sooned followed with his other arm and was kneading both my
tits with his hands and pressing his prick against my ass. I kept grinding
my ass against him and Jim was flexing the cheeks of my ass as he was really
make it feel good. I had a good hold of Jim's prick and had cupped Brad's
balls with my other hand. I was cooing out that this just felt so good, which
it DID!

I gestured Jim back and with my hand around Brad's prick, short-stepped over to
the couch. I turned and sat down and told them that I just wanted to look at
then a second. Which sure as hell is true!! I brought my feet up on the
couch, planted them, and spread my legs open, as I started playing with
my pussy and clit for them. Not any subtle teasing any more, but, I know the
effect that has. Then I moved sideways, got on my knees, my ass at high up as
I could get it, and arched my back and head down, resting my chin on my hands
and looking at them. (I've done that pose many times, Jim and others say it
is the most exciting and inviting position there can be.) I had my legs parted
and KNOW Brad had a compltete view of my ass, my asshole, and my pussy lips.
I wiggled my ass and asked Brad if he would like to the first! Brad got behind
me, played with my pussy a bit --- my hand was there to greet his! --- and said
what a fantastic body I had, he couldn't believe it. i asked him if we would
have any trouble with the fit. He rubbed his cock against my pussy and I
could feel his trying to probe. I asked him to to stand still a second. He
said only a second. I rocked back and forth, getting his cock in further and
more lubricated. Every cycle I backed onto more of his cock. When I stopped
he said there's a lot more left. I told him, no problem, one size fits all.
And then he took over. Deep, DEEP, strokes. The tip of his cock was
pushing against my cervix--- not many men have been there before and that's
what I told him. Jim had come along side to watch, dacquiri in hand. Well,
Brad picked up the pace, kept a steady rhythm plowing my pussy with his cock
and then suddenly quickened, letting out some yi-yi's, O's, and I was pretty
sure he had gushed a fair amount of semen into my pussy. He kept a slow pump
against me, although I could feel the slackness in his cock. I was out of
breath and he was breathing hard as he withdrew. I said, come on Jim, you're
next!

Just a second. I moved down the couch, same position, but where I was at
the armrest. I felt Jim behind me, swirl his cock around my open pussy lips
and slowly push his prick into me, replacing the cock which had just fucked
me. Ooh, that felt good. I asked Brad to come around to the arm rest. As
Jim proceeded to fuck me slow, I got a hand around Brad's cock and asked him
if he minded if I sucked his cock while Jim fucked me. (That gave his prick
a surge!) Well, as best I can recall, Jim finished fucking me before I got
Brad to come in my mouth but it was worth it.

What an afternoon. Brad fucked me twice more (after the blowjob I gave him)
before he was no longer stiff, and played with himself as I gave Jim a half
blowjob, have hand job into my mouth. We were three happy, naked, sticky
bodies resting on the rug, sipping on the last of the dacquiris. We were
sitting on the floor, resting against the couch with me between Jim and
Brad. Some casual touching and brushing. I'd every now and then lean over
and kiss Brad's cock or Jim's cock, and they took turns given my tummy a
tickle or idly tracing a finger through my pussy, open, wet, and sticky. Brad,
who gave me new thrills he liked my body so much, asked me how I had managed to
stay single. He had a mouthful of dacquiri when I responded "Oh, but Brad,
I AM married!" He almost spit it out, he was so suprised. He asked,
seriously, what would happen if your husband found out you cheated on him. I
said "I never cheat on my husband." Brad is now a little confused. He says,
I meant you spent the afternoon fucking Jim and me. What would your husband
say? My hand was on Jim's prick now and I caught a little stir there. Oh,
that would turn him on, he'd love it! Brad said I can't believe that! I said
let me see if I can give you an example.

I slid forward and over, spreading Brad's legs and got between as best I could.
I put as much as I could of Brad's prick into my mouth and got my tongue going
on the tip, just staring at Brad. I withdrew it, loaded with saliva to say,
"My husband loves me to fuck other men, suck, and even watch. I put his prick
back in--- it was starting to come to life. I kept on the head, and jacked at
the shaft. It was growing. Even though we hadn't played with anybodies
rosebuds, I put my finger to his asshole and applied pressure. Brad's cock
was getting stiff to hard. I got the tip of my finger in and now he was
hard--- I had to slide some out--- but I kept sucking on the tip. I said,
really, my husband loves to watch me fucking. With his cock stiff enough,
I turned my ass to Brad, straddled his hips, placed the tip of his cock into
my pussy, and slowly sat on it, squeezing as hard as I could with my pussy.
I asked Brad if he liked the view, his prick disappearing into my cunt as
I was fucking him. Brad had a little pleasure in his voice. "I never
have seen such exciting stuff before." I reached back and placed his hand
and my ass and moved his finger over my asshole, then pushed on his finger.
I could feel his prick get stiffer and stiffer. I tugged at Jim's ankle
and he got the idea --- since he already had gotten erect!! He knealt with
his prick out as I turned sideways to give Brad a good view as I opened my
mouth wide, put my tongue under Jim's prick, and smothered noisily as much
of it as I could. My eyes looked directly in to Brad's. I slurped for a
little while and asked Brad if my pussy were feeling good, did he like
watching his prick going in and out, did he like watching Jim's cock in
my mouth? Did he like my ass, my asshole? "Terri, this is like a fantasy."

Well, Brad, my husband likes to watch, too! It's as simple as that. Brad
said "But doesn't he mind if you're fucking like this. I giggled and giggled.
"Why don't you ask him?! Jim's my husband!!" Brad had this blank expression
for a moment, then started a smile and then broke into a grin. Jim simply had
responded with a nod of his head, flashing Brad a thumb's up, and put his cock
back to my lips. His cock was definitely harder. An so was Brad's. Brad was
saying things like "damn", "umm", "I didn't know I had it in me". When he
said that I had to blow out Jim's cock and chuckle. "Brad", I asked. How's
you're eyesight? You have it in me, not you!!" Then I asked, do you want to
make this one special, different?" I looked up at Jim, quickly looked back
toward my ass, and then a quick flick to the bedroom and back. Jim winked back
both eyes. He got my request!

Anyway, gave my mouth one quick lunge, pulled out his stiff prick, and said
he'd be right back. I kept my up and down motion on Brad's prick, Brad letting
out low sounds, moans?

Jim comes back --- with our jar --- and I lift off, saying Brad let's change
the position a bit. I got up and went to the couch, kneeling in the same
position where it had all started. "Brad", a little singsong in my voice,
"do you like anal sex?" Brad, who looked rejuvenated, just laughed, like
the question was meaningless. Meanwhile, Jim had the jar open and started to
apply some Albolene to my asshole. I think that got Brad's attention. Then
Jim entered my rosebud with one finger and rotated it. Jim was saying
to Brad, "Watch, I'm getting Terri ready for you." Brad said he had tried
it once before, but his girlfriend screamed bloody murder and he had never
had the nerve to even try again. Oh, did it thrill me me to tell Brad don't
worry, I love being fucked in my ass!! I could feel Jim probing in two
fingers and did I have a tingling buzz in my asshole and rectum. Jim explained
that you just have to take your time, that's all. OK, that's it, go for it.
And Jim stepped back, slowly jacking himself.

Well, I felt the tip of Brad's prick and pushed back. With what seemed a pop
all of a sudden the head was in. Brad was saying "oh, goddamn, oh goddamn."
I impaled myself back and forth on his prick--- he seemed motionless. I said
Brad, come on, fuck me, fuck me. Whew. Brad, started a few slow strokes
and then sped up--- that cock of his went deeper in me than any man had before!
Then Brad seemed to vibrate, grab my ass really tight and I knew he had come.
I could feel him just standing up against my ass, shaking. Jim asked, hey
Brad are you all right.??" Brad slowly said, "Oh, Terri your pussy is so
like velvet but your ass is so tight, grasping, I can't believe it." Meanwhile
I was still rubbing my clit, I wished Brad had lasted longer!! I asked Jim if
he'd continue. Jim always obliges. As I felt him enter me, I could see
Brad looking intently. Jim kidded Brad with, "If you never have fucked a
woman in her ass, you no doubt ever saw a man fuck his wife in the ass." Jim
kept steady deep strokes into me, and I was having all kinds of O's. I felt
Jim jerk and come, but he still kept up the pace until he felt me relax.

Wowie. I slumped onto the couch, Jim sat next to me and straightened me
out, and Brad finally sat down. Jim up and fetched our glasses. And we
all cooled down. No one had really expected an encore. Brad said that we
were something else. Both Jim and I supplied our little philosophy, no pain
and if it felt good, do it, and take it seriously. I lay on the couch with my
head in Jim's lap and I had one leg across Brad's thighs and the other swung
over on the back of the couch, behind Brad's head. I wasn't horney, but no
sense in wasting a tantalizing view!! I mean my legs spread WIDE open for
Brad to check out. Brad's prick was at rest on my calf, and his fingers
were very gently exploring between my legs. I think we were really all
done this session.