JOAN GREY
"The temperature's ninety-seven. It's another scorcher, folks," the radio
blared from the back porch.
Joan Grey lay face down on the beach towel by the
swimming pool in her back
yard. She released the bows holding her bikini top
in place and pulled her
Grey hair up to let the sun tan
her neck.
Because of the rock and roll thumping from the radio, she
didn't hear the
click of the gate lock as two
men entered the yard. They stopped to admire
her.
Joan was thirty-nine and the mother of three, but you'd
never know it by
looking at her. Her legs were
lean and long, her ass high and hard, her
waist relatively narrow, all
from hours of aerobics and attention to diet.
Her breasts were a perfect C cup.
Her face, hidden from men's view, was her best
feature. Alive with smiles
and twinkling eyes, it revealed
a sexy and intelligent woman, a woman who
enjoyed her life and its
pleasures.
"She's always made my cock hard," one of the
men whispered to the other.
"Me, too," was the reply.
"Hi, Mrs. Grey," one sang out.
Joan Grey jerked up to see who called her. Gracefully, she pivoted with
her back toward them and
refastened her top. The thong bottoms
revealed her
shapely ass before she slipped
on the coverup and stood. She wrapped the
towel around her like a sarong
and tucked it in.
"Don't you boys know how to knock?" she asked
as she walked toward them.
"We rang the bell, but there wasn't an answer,"
one of them said.
Her eyes flickered down them. Twenty-one-year-old twins with shocks of
light Grey hair and blue eyes
over boyish grins, they were a little more
than six feet tall, with the
muscled hardness of weightlifting and swimming.
They wore only skin-tight biking shorts.
"Hello, Jeremy.
Hello, Jason," she said, giving each a hug and polite
social kiss on the cheek. "You know the girls aren't here, so why
are you?"
"We wanted to talk to you."
"We've got a problem we need to discuss."
"Let's sit in the shade. Do you want some lemonade?" Joan asked.
"Please."
A lounger and two folding chairs were on the porch. When Joan returned from
the kitchen, the boys were
ensconced in the chairs. She handed them
their
lemonades before reclining on
the lounger with her legs tucked under her.
She tugged the coverup around
her.
"What's the problem?" she asked.
"Sex."
"Sex?" Joan
snickered. "Two college studs
asking an old married woman for
advice about sex? What's this world coming to?"
"Please don't laugh, Mrs. Grey. It's a real problem for us."
"Do you think you should be discussing sex with the
mother of your
girlfriends?" Joan asked,
with a warm and sexy smile.
"This time, you're the only person we can talk
to."
"It's a different kind of problem."
"This isn't about my daughters, is it?" she
said.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean Elaine, Emily, and I discuss
everything," she lied.
"Everything?"
"You don't mean it."
"Yes, I do.
Everything," she lied again.
"Fabulous.
That makes it easier."
"Yeah. A lot easier. There are things we didn't know we could
discuss with
you."
"If we're going to talk about sex, we may as well be
open and honest with
each other. After all, we're almost family,"
she said.
"That's true.
We're going to marry them, but you know that."
"Yes," Joan said with a warm smile.
"And you're right.
Our problem isn't about them.
They're both dynamite in
bed."
"Hot little sex kittens who purr
when you stroke them."
"I can't decide which one is best. I love fucking both of them."
Joan tightened and her eyes widened at this revelation,
but she fought to
control her emotions and appear
nonplused.
"And they both enjoy fucking us."
She laughed with a hint of nervousness.
The men didn't speak. She looked away, but as her eyes
moved to the roses
along the edge of the patio, she
saw their erections, flat against their
stomachs, outlined in their
shorts. Questions flitted through her
mind.
Joan, her emotions back under control, said, "Now,
what's the problem you
want to discuss?"
"It's a question about sexual ethics really."
"Oh, what kind of question," she asked.
"There's a woman."
"A very special woman."
"Yes, a woman who's sexy as hell."
"We want to have sex with her, but we're not sure
how to approach her."
"Did it ever occur to you that you're asking your
future mother-in-law how
to commit adultery?" Joan
asked, frowning at them.
"Oh, come on, Mrs. Grey. Since Elaine and Emily told you everything,
you
know they've agreed that we can
have sex with other women when we want to."
"And that they won't have sex with other men without
our permission."
"We've had other women, but they haven't had other
men yet."
Joan nodded. She
couldn't speak at that moment.
"One married woman joined us for a fivesome. It was
awesome. You should've
seen the three girls making love
to each other, but I'm sure the girls told
you about it."
The men could tell from her face she was unaware of that
adventure.
"We've had sex with her when Elaine and Emily
weren't there, too."
"Does the woman's husband know?" Joan asked.
"Yes, he does."
"He's a guy who likes to watch his wife fuck other
men."
"So we fucked her and let him watch."
"Mrs. Grey, didn't you know some men like to watch
their wife have sex?"
"I'd heard about it, but I didn't believe it,"
she replied.
"They certainly do."
"We didn't let him watch when it was the five of us,
just when we fucked her
without Elaine and Emily
there."
"We never told anyone who she is. We kept it secret."
"We know discretion's the key to having sex with
married women. They're
much more likely to agree if
they know no one will find out."
"We are discreet."
"Very discreet. We've fucked others. Some are married."
"And some aren't.
No one will ever know."
"It doesn't sound like you need any advice from
me. You two seem to know
what you're doing," Joan
said.
"This woman's different. She's older."
"But that only makes us want her more."
"What do you want to ask me?" Joan asked
cautiously.
"How should we do it?"
"Approach her, we mean."
"I need a drink.
Would you like something stronger than lemonade?" Joan
asked.
"No, thanks."
"Me neither, thanks."
Inside, Joan made a bourbon and
water, downed half of it, and refreshed her
glass. When she returned, she sat back down in the
lounger. Jeremy and
Jason pulled their chairs closer to her. For a moment, she felt surrounded.
She tugged the towel around her legs.
"Well?"
"What should we do?"
"Married women usually don't commit adultery and
every woman's different.
Since I don't know her, I'm not sure how I can advise
you," Joan said.
"We know she's had an affair and we know who the man
is."
"She may have had more than one."
"She's so sensual and sexy,
I can't imagine her not having an affair."
"I can't imagine men not beating down her
door."
"If she did have an affair, do you have any idea why
she did it?" Joan
asked.
"Maybe she just enjoys fucking. She sure looks like she enjoys it."
"Her husband travels a lot. Maybe it's horniness."
"I think it's because she's all woman."
"She's definitely all woman."
"You sound like you really want her," Joan said
softly.
"I do."
"Me, too. I want her as much as any woman I've ever
met."
"As much as Elaine or Emily?"
Joan asked.
"Yes."
"Definitely yes."
"That doesn't put down our ladies."
"No. It tells
how much we want her."
"She's more mature, more, hell, I don't know."
"Knowing, like she's a font of sexual
knowledge."
"Knowledge she's willing to share."
"She's one hell of a woman."
Joan Grey reclined in the lounger and stretched out her
legs, crossing them
at the ankle. She lay her arms on
the lounger's arms with her hands
dangling from the end.
"Mrs. Grey, can I borrow your towel, please?"
"Why?" she asked.
"All this sex talk has aroused me and these shorts
are too tight. If I
covered myself with the towel, I
could pull off my shorts."
She hesitated and he tugged at the edge of the
towel. She released it where
it was tucked in and raised her
hips to let him pull it away. He wrapped the
towel around himself, pulled off
his shorts, and kicked them away.
"That feels better."
"Hell, how about me?
My hardon's killing me."
"There are more towels inside," Joan said.
"There's no need to get up. Let me have your coverup. It'll work just
fine."
"I don't know," she said, but their hands were
already helping her remove
it.
As they removed her coverup,
their fingers dragged across her skin, making
it tingle. She felt the goosebumps
starting near her collarbone and running
down her chest.
When she sat back, she started to cover her breasts with
her arms. She
realized she was virtually naked
and in the presence of two virile young men
whose genitals were covered by
only a thin piece of cloth. When she
crossed
her legs to hide the wetness in
the bikini bottoms and forced herself to lay
her arms on the lounger's arms,
she was acutely aware the bikini top
emphasized her breasts and hard
nipples rather than hiding them.
She quickly glanced at the tented towel in his lap as he
sat back and
splayed his legs. She closed her eyes and leaned back. Her skin was
prickly, her heart thudding
beneath her breasts. She tried to fight
the
desire rising in every fiber of
her body.
"Mrs. Grey?" one of them asked quietly, as he
put his hand on her knee.
"Yes," she replied as she uncrossed her ankles
and spread them six inches or
so.
"Back to her, to the woman we want so desperately. We've got other ideas
about why she had an affair with
someone else and may have one with us."
"What ideas?" Joan asked. There was a tinge of unfocused dreaminess in
her
voice.
"Maybe she likes big cocks. We do have big cocks and some women think
that'
s important. What do you think?"
"It depends on the woman and on the cock," Joan
said with a wry smile. "But
it sounds like you're
bragging."
He let the towel drop away, revealing his erection.
"Am I bragging, Mrs. Grey?" he asked softly.
She couldn't tear her eyes away from his cock. Her breathing quickened.