Monica stepped outside. The afternoon sun felt good against her bare legs. Her blue eyes sparkled with lust as a sneer crossed her face. Images of Steve in the arms of his secretary raced through her mind. It salved her conscience for her own fuck sessions.
"He's probably got more than one bitch on the side," she said. She headed down the treelined street. Long sexy strides had her hips swinging provocatively. Her tits, free under the skimpy halter that barely covered them, bounced erotically.
She reached the corner. Her eyes widened. A city truck was halfway down the street. "Hey," she shouted. "Don't go."
The driver, hearing her voice, glanced in his rearview mirror, spotted Monica hurrying down the street. "Jesus, will you get a look at that?"
His buddy turned in the seat and looked out the window. A low whistle came out of his mouth. "What a fantastic looking bitch."
Monica stopped at the truck, caught her breath. "I thought you guys didn't work on Saturday."
"Usually we don't," the man on the passenger side said as he ogled Monica's gorgeous body. "We had a special pickup at the Mayor's house."
Monica felt the handsome man's gaze on her. She looked in the truck, spotted the driver and smiled. "Would you two good-looking guys be able to help a poor helpless woman?" She pouted, her blue eyes dancing with devilment.
The driver leaned forward, his eyes bugging out. He licked his lips, wishing his mouth was feasting on her bulging tits. "We got all day, beautiful. What can we do for you?"
"I got some things that have to be carted away. I was going to call about it on Monday, but…" She gave them a big sexy smile. "Maybe you could take them away today?"
"Sure," the workman on the passenger side said. "I'm Griff." He opened the door and climbed out. "Hop in, and we'll drive you home."
Monica shivered with anticipation. "Ewww, thank you," she purred, sliding across the seat. She pressed against the driver as Griff climbed back in and closed the door. "Cozy, huh?"
Gruff felt the pressure of her thigh against his leg. Her perfume filled his head, and a tremor rumbled through his balls. "Real cozy," he said, draping his arm over the back of the seat.
"I'm Carl," the beefy driver said as he pulled away. "Where do you live?"
"Right around the corner." She was excited. Two men. Top, that, Steve, she said to herself. The presence of both men, and what she was sure they were thinking had her pussy bubbling with desire.
Carl pulled the truck up in front of Monica's house. "Here we are." He cut the motor, saw the trash in the driveway. "Doesn't look like much."
Griff opened the door and climbed out. "Give me your hand. I'll help you down."
"Thank you," Monica sighed. She eased out of the truck, tripped on purpose, and fell into Griff's arms. "Oooooo!" she squealed, making sure she rubbed her body against him. For a brief moment she lingered in his arms, delighting him with the softness of her body.
"You better be careful," Griff said, his cock turning to hard steel in his pants. Reluctantly, he let her go. "Whewww."
Monica leaned against the side of the house, posing as the two burly men removed all the trash Kenny had brought out of the garage. She felt their glances and knew she was turning them both on. Maybe… she thought as they quickly finished. Why not? She made her decision.
"I don't know how to thank you," she mewled. Her gaze darted from Griff to Carl.
Carl leered at his buddy. They both had the same idea. Instead of saying it though, Carl said, "How about a beer? We worked up a thirst."
"Yeah," Griff agreed. "A nice cold brew would be great."
The quick look between the two men wasn't lost on Monica. She smiled secretly, wondering if she had the nerve to give them what she knew they really wanted. "Follow me." She spun on her heel, and, swinging her ass as if she were a hooker, she strutted around to the back of the house.
They followed, their gazes glued to the rolling sensuality of her swinging ass and hips. Two cocks throbbed for the opportunity to be buried between her long sexy legs, in her hot cunt or tight ass.
With Griff and Carl sitting at the kitchen table, Monica went to the refrigerator for their beers. Each move she made, she exaggerated. Knowing their gazes were glued to her ass, she bent over and looked into the fridge. "Mmm, I know I have beer in here somewhere."
Griff groaned, made a lewd gesture with his hand and glanced at Carl.
A dirty smile played on Carl's mouth, and he rubbed his crotch. His dark menacing eyes bore into the crease of Monica's shorts as they highlighted the crack of her ass.
"Oh, here they are," she giggled. She took out two bottles, straightening up, and turned to face her admirers. "I thought for a second I was out of beer." She put the bottles on the table and stood there, close enough for either one of them to touch her. She became dizzy, her eyes filming over with a veil of passion. "Drink up."
"You're a gorgeous woman," Griff said. He gulped down half his beer, his eyes fixed on her pussy where the shorts cut tightly into her cunt gash.
"You're handsome," she said. She looked at Carl, saw him leering at her tits. "So are you."
"Is that all you?" Carl rasped.
Monica giggled. "It sure is. You can ask my husband." She winked. "He'll tell you." She was having a ball. The admiration of two men made her feel great.
"I think he'd rather find out for himself," Griff said, glancing up, then returning his gaze to the crotch of her shorts.
"Ooooo, Griff. You shouldn't talk like that." Her cheeks turned pink. Her nipples, hidden from view, swelled, the bullet tips breaking the smooth contour of her billowing halter.
Her gaze dropped, spotted the bulge in each man's pants. It boggled her mind. For a brief second, she wondered if Lois had ever done anything as bold as what she was now contemplating. A giggle escaped her mouth.
"I guess you two will have to take my word for it." She took a deep breath. "It's all me."
Griff's breath caught in his throat. "Can't be," he said, playing the game, knowing this was what the sexy blonde wanted. "They're too big. Right, Carl?"
"Yeah," Carl said huskily, his eyes bulging. "Her tits are too big to be real."
Monica giggled, liking the sexy game. "How much would you like to bet?" she asked breathlessly, challenging the two brawny men with her dazzling eyes.
Griff pulled out his wallet and laid a twenty-dollar bill on the table. Carl matched it.
"Mmmm, forty bucks," she giggled. "I can't lose."
"Neither can we," Griff said, his throat scratchy.
Monica glanced down at her bulging tits and smiled. "You guys have just lost forty bucks." With liquid grace, Monica slipped her halter over her head. She took a deep breath, tossed her halter on the table and, modeled her bate fleshy tits. "I told you they were real," she said, her voice rushed, laced with a growing lust.
Griff found his voice first. His eyes popped as he looked at her large creamy tits. His mouth watered as he anticipated chewing her large swollen nipples. "I think they're fake," he said.
"Yeah," Carl rasped. "Probably injections." He grinned lewdly, dining on her magnificent tits with his hot eyes.
"Oh, no," she giggled. "Nature gave me these." She brought her hands up, mauled her tits roughly, whimpering as she did. "You can't do this with fake tits. It'll ruin them."
"I'd have to see for myself," Griff said.
"Yeah," Carl agreed. "Can't take chances. We got forty bucks riding on this bet."
Monica laughed. "The bet didn't include playing with me." She stepped to the table, reached far the money.
Griff slapped his big hand down, covering the two bills. "Gotta make sure." With his other hand, he reached and spanned one fleshy globe of tittie meat and squeezed.
Monica swooned. "Oooh, Christ!" she gasped as Carl, following his buddy's lead, grabbed her other tit. "Ohhhhh, stop it. Stop it!" She was reeling. The pleasure was overwhelming.
"I don't think she wants us to stop," Griff said, mauling her tit.
"Me either," Carl said. "She loves it." He brought his free hand to her ass and rubbed one rounded cheek through her shorts. "Great ass."
Griff brought his hand around, cupped Monica's other ass cheek. His fingers kneaded the pliant ass meat. "Bet it looks good naked."
Monica was trembling inside. Their hands were wonderful, driving her crazy. "Stop," she sighed, knowing they wouldn't. "Oooo, stop."
The two men grinned at each other. A silent signal passed between the two horny, men. Together, they eased Monica's shorts down over her squirming hips, pushed them down her thighs, and watched them drop to her ankles. Both men leered, savoring the sight of her gorgeous blonde-thatched cunt mound.
"Damn," Griff said. "A natural blonde."
Monica was soaring on a cloud of pleasure. She swayed under their mauling hands, creamed under their steady gaze. "Oh you guys… stop. I'm a married woman."
Griff ignored her feeble protests because he knew she didn't mean them. He brought his thick fingers to her seeping cunt, dragged them through her gash. "An oven… a wet fuckin' oven."
Monica shuddered. Her hips moved on their own. Jerking forward, she dragged her cunt over Griff's fingers. "Oh, God. I'm creaming." She rolled her hips. "Don't do this to me. It isn't right." Her feeble protest, like her belief in her husband's cheating, helped to erase the guilt of what she was doing.
"You don't want us to stop," Carl said, joining Griff between Monica's thighs. "Damn, she really is on fire." He fucked a finger into Monica's pussy. "Whewwww, what a hole."
Monica shook. Her pussy was an inferno of heat. Her nipples felt as if they would burst. "Unnnn," she moaned, rotating her hips. "Oooo, this isn't right."
Griff fucked one of his own fingers into Monica's pussy. "Feel her cunt, Carl?" He fucked his finger deep, spreading her pussy hole wide.
"Greedy for something more than fingers," Carl laughed as Monica squealed. He pulled his juice-stained finger from her pussy, slipped it around and fucked it up her tight narrow asshole. "This hole is just as nice." He twisted his finger and at the same time mangled her pliant tit.
Monica almost collapsed. She kept her legs spread, working her hips in a circle. She hissed out her breath and reveled in the attention of the two men. She leaned forward, her tits milked by rough callused hands. She braced herself on the table, palms flat, hips jerking.
Griff popped his finger from her ass. "How about my cock, baby? Don't you want to see it?"
Numb, Monica nodded. She looked from one horny man to the other, saw their leering faces. "Yes," she whispered hoarsely. "I want to see both your cocks."
Carl pulled his finger from her pussy and smeared it over her mouth. "You like the taste of your own pussy?"
Monica moaned, licking frantically at Carl's finger, relishing the tangy taste of her own cunt juice. "Mmmmmmmm," she moaned, melting to her knees as both men continued to massage her tits.
She looked at Griff's cock-bulge. Moaning, she pulled down his zipper and groped inside his pants for his prick. She found his cock, gasped, and then hauled his prick out. "Oh, Christ!"
"Now me," Carl rasped, squeezing her tit hard. "Takeout my cock."
"Yes," she whispered. She yanked down Carl's zipper, grabbed his cock and pulled his prickshaft out. She gazed first at Carl's towering prick, then at Griff's. Two cocks. It boggled her mind.
"Kiss'em, blondie," Griff moaned. "Show us how much you appreciate our help in cleaning up your trash."
Monica leered at their pricks. Her head was swirling. "No," she said feebly.
Carl grabbed her hair and tugged easily. "Kiss it, honey. Give me a nice good suck."
Monica didn't fight. She wanted to suck them, wanted to degrade herself. She opened her mouth, gobbled up Carl's prick and sucked as much hard cockmeat as she could.
"Nnnnnn," Carl growled as the heat of Monica's mouth seared his prick. "Jesus Christ!"
Griff's jaw dropped. "Damn." He grabbed Monica's hair, pulled her mouth from Carl's cock and brought her to his own prick. "Suck."
Monica did. She didn't care. One cock was the same as the other. She whipped her tongue over his bloated cockhead, heard him groan, and heard Carl complain.
"Hey, buddy," Carl said, rubbing his aching prick. "Let's share her."
"She's only got one mouth," Griff moaned.
"Yeah, but she's got two holes," Carl reminded him. "Two tight fantastic holes."
Griff pulled Monica's sucking mouth from his prick. An ugly sneer spread over his face. "Let's prime her first, good buddy." He grabbed her tit and tugged, pulling a dazed lust crazed Monica to her feet. "Spread, your legs, honey."
Obediently, Monica did as he asked. She was out of her mind, her hips swiveling erotically under the ready gazes of both men.
Griff fucked three fingers into Monica's hot gaping cunt. "Gonna get you nice and ready for my cock." He finger-fucked hard, making Monica squeal. Hot fuck juice flowed over his fingers, coating them with a white milky froth. "Finger-fuck her asshole, Carl. Let's give her a sample of what's in store for her."
"Yeah," Carl agreed. He skimmed his hand over her rocking hip, kneading one jiggling ass cheek. "You're one hot sexy bitch." He found her wrinkled asshole.
"Yessss!" she squealed as Carl fingerfucked her asshole. "Yesssss!" Her blue eyes bulged. Her asshole stretched as Carl's blunt rough fingers jabbed into the tight dry walls, of her narrow asshole.
Her tits swinging and bouncing with each jerky move of her body, Monica squealed and whimpered her overwhelming pleasure. "Oh, God, what am I doing?" Somewhere in her lust-sopped brain, a ray of decency began to shine. "Ohhh, God." Her passion was too powerful, too intense. The ray faded.
"Look at this bitch go," Griff said, fucking his fingers into her pussy. "A regular nympho." His speed increased as her spongy cunt muscles attacked his fucking fingers with greedy pulsations.
"Yeahhhh," Carl groaned. "A dynamite bitch." He plunged another finger into Monica's asshole, spread them, stretching her hole. "My cock is going to fit perfectly in here. It'll be just like fucking a virgin."
Monica heard them talking through a buzz which filled her head. She couldn't stop her hips. "Oh… Ohhhhhhhh, I'm gonna cum! Unnnnn! So close… so damn fuckin' close." If they thought she was a whore, she was going to prove she was.
She leaned forward, her arms stiff, her palms flat against the table. "Harder, you guys. Make me cum. Prime me for your cocks." She kept her legs stiff and parted, her hips in perpetual motion. "Soon, guys. Soon!"
Griff's hooded eyes looked over her naked flesh. He leered at her heavy dangling tits swinging like fleshy weights as she rode his fucking fingers. "Gonna fuck you proper once you're primed, blondie. Nice and proper."
"Yesssss," she hissed through her teeth. "Yesssss!" She snapped her head back, her blonde hair swishing across her smooth naked back. She rocked her hips and jabbed back at Carl's ass-gouging fingers. Her blue glassy eyes found his face. "Harder, Carl. Finger me harder."
"Unnnnn!" she wailed as Carl complied with what she had asked. Her eyes saw their cocks jutting up from their pants. She swooned, her blue eyes widening. She raced mindlessly toward an orgasm. "Oh, Christ. I'm ready… so close!"
Griff fucked her pussy with his fingers. With his fingers tearing into her cunt hole, he mashed his thumb against her clit. The action sent Monica into a screaming climax.
Jerking and thrashing on Griff's fingers, Monica creamed. "I'm cumming!" she screamed. "I'm cumming!"
"Look at her go," Carl gasped, watching Monica twisted and turned as she leaned against the table. "Goddamn! She's gonna be great in bed?"
"No shit," Griff agreed. He ravaged her cunt with his hard callused fingers. "She's creaming me, buddy. Her fuckin' cunt is going crazy." His prick throbbed. He knew his prick would soon take the place of his fucking fingers.
"Can't wait to fuck her asshole," Carl said, gouging her narrow ass canal with his fingers. "I'm stretching it now. Damn!"
Monica heard their voices. The situation didn't seem real. They were talking about her. She was drunk, drunk with a passion their fucking fingers had caused. She humped forward, her knees buckling. She cried as her clit slammed into Griff's thumb.
She rocked back and forth. Orgasms attacked her pussy, swept her up and carried her into bliss. "I'm creaming… creaming!" She looked at their faces one at a time and moaned. "Oooooo, I it… love it!"
"She's one hot bitch," Griff said as hot buttery cream dripped from her pussy and soaked his wrist. "A real cummer too." He twisted his fingers inside her exploding cunt hole, mangled her cunt with his thumb. "Soon, baby, it'll be our cocks."
"Yeah," Carl groaned. He jabbed the walls of her asshole.
Monica's knees buckled. She crashed forward. Her elbows gave out. "Aghhhh!" Her tits smashed into the smooth surface of the table. Their fingers, deep in her body, kept her from falling to the floor. She was creaming over and over again.
"Better save some for our cocks," Carl said, amazed by Monica's unabashed lust. "Damn, we don't want to wear the bitch out." He popped his fingers, from her asshole.
"Can't tire this bitch out," Griff said. He crammed his fingers deep, then dragged them out of her cunt hole, ripping his nails against her pulsing pussy walls. "She's always ready."
Monica, her body empty, melted to the floor in a heap of quivering flesh. She writhed on her back, skittering down from her tremendous high.
"Look at her," Griff said. "She's already thinking about our cocks."
"You're right," Carl said, rubbing his aching hard-on. "She can't get enough."
Dazed, her passion abated, Monica looked at the two grinning men, saw their cocks, and knew what was next.