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"We'd better do it tomorrow then. Bring our swim trunks with us."
I laughed. "Ive seen men in shorts before, boys."
"Um."
"I'd like you to make a start, but of course if you want to come back tomorrow... I could make you some dinner if you start today, and there's beer in the fridge."
"We'll see how long it takes at the store," Rick said. He was looking at me differently now, not trying so hard to look away from my body.
"Sure, see how you go. I'll make that dinner anyway. Steak okay?"
"Steak sound good."
I smiled. After they left I made myself a long drink and took it outside, arranged myself on the lounger so I caught the sun. The boys returned an hour and a half later, carrying squeegees, coarse scourers and other items I didn't recognize and had no inclination to investigate.
I stayed where I was while they piled it near the changing room. they milled around a while, pretending to stare into the pool and make a plan, but I knew they were putting off getting into the water because that meant stripping down to their skivvies. It was getting on for five by the time Rick sighed and went into the changing room. When he came out it was in only his briefs: well filled, low cut, a line of light hair rising from their front and tapering out just below his navel. His skin was tanned from summer days at the beach, but it was obvious he usually wore longer trunks because high up on his legs was pale. He strolled casually to the edge of the pool, sat and eased in, swam to the far end and took a wiper and a cloth before ducking under the surface and starting to scrub at the tiles. Garry had gone into the changing room when Rick came out. He appeared now, his boxers looser than Rick's briefs, a heavy ridge formed in front where his cock lay and from the way it pushed against the cotton I knew I was having the effect I wanted.
As Garry slipped into the water I put my head back and pretended to doze, but behind my Ray Banns I watched them work. Their broad shoulders ran with water when they came up for air. Garry's long hair stuck against his face and back, the line of hair along his belly and into his shorts darker than Rick's, but both boys chests were smooth and hairless. I caught them looking in my direction often, and I lay still, allowing them to study me, hoping the effect I was having on them was the right one. My bikini briefs had tugged up between my legs, displaying the sides of my shaved labia, tugged into the slit of my pussy. I had arranged my breasts inside the top so that the dark edge of one aureole showed. My nipples remained stiff, obvious peaks in the thin white material.
As the afternoon passed a shadow came across the lounger but I made no move.
Eventually I pushed my hair back and stretched as though waking, spread my legs either side of the lounger and leaned forward to present a deep cleavage.
"I think you've made a good start for today. I'll get those steaks on and bring you a beer. I take it you both drink beer?" I raised a recently plucked eyebrow.
"Uh-huh." They spoke together, both nodding.
"You'd better get out before you prune." I stood and stretched again, twisting from side to side and felt a nipple pop free. I casually tucked myself back in as though it happened all the time. The boys remained in the water, waiting for me to leave. I stayed where I was, waiting for them to give in.
After a couple of minutes I walked to the changing room, brought back two large white towels and held them out. "Come out and dry off, I'll get the beers."
I stood just far enough back they couldn't reach without coming out the water, which they did. The Ray Banns covered my eyes, allowing me to pretend I was looking beyond them while really taking in the way their wet shorts clung to their bodies. Nice cocks. Very nice cocks. They took the towels and wrapped them around themselves and I went inside.
My plan had been to tease, to seduce them slowly over a few days, but I knew that was no longer possible. My body trembled deep inside and I knew I couldn't wait. I just hoped they felt the same.
--oOo--
Rick was the bold one. Maybe they'd been talking as they dressed, maybe he was just quicker on the uptake or braver than Garry, but Rick came into the kitchen while I was taking steak from the fridge. He came up behind me. I knew he was there, could see him coming in the glass of the cupboard door, dressed in shorts and tank top, obviously no underwear any longer unless he'd kept it on wet. I thought he was going to stop and say something but he came right to me, slipped his arms around my waist, pulled me back against him, letting me feel his arousal. I ground against him a little, not too much, just enough to tell him back I knew what was there.
His hands came up and cupped my breasts, his mouth came down on my neck and kissed me hard. I put my hands over his, allowed myself to swoon against him then pulled his hands down. He tensed.
"Did I get the signals wrong, Mrs H?"
I shook my head, pressing my ass back against the length of his cock. "Not wrong. But I want you both, not one at a time."
I could see the reflected frown that pulled at his brow. "You mean, like, at the same time?"
I nodded, stroked his hands, lifted one back to a breast.
"Wow, Mrs H. For real?"
"For real."
He surprised me then, pushing his hand down inside my bikini briefs.
"You're so wet." His voice whispered in my ear, his hips ground against my ass, just where I wanted him.
"And you're so bold." I gripped his wrist and drew his hand away. Reluctantly. His fingers had dipped inside me and made a small wet noise as they withdrew.
