It was a Saturday morning; I had felt a bit different that day, Buzzy; David and I had been out late and woke up feeling horny, we had played a bit but then he realised he was going to be late for his golf match and left me aroused and horny. Add to that feeling was an adult party we were going to in the evening, at which I had been promised by the hostess ‘lots of attention’. It was also a bright sunny, warm day.
David had already gone to his golf club, so I knew he wouldn’t be back till after lunch. I was in the house with just our 2 sons. At around 10am there was a knock on my front door, standing there were 2 young teenaged lads, one was known slightly to me, Terry the son of one of my new neighbours; they’d came around to my house (uninvited) asking if there were any jobs they could do, he had a friend of similar age with him, they suggested they could wash my car or mow the lawn. Without much thought I said okay my car was in the drive by the house and pretty dirty anyway.
I sent them to the side of the house; my car was parked on the drive in front of the garage and I opened up the side door into the kitchen so that they could fill their water buckets from the utility room sink which is quite big and anyway the car was almost parked outside that door.
It was a lovely warm day I was in my kitchen preparing some food, literally the other side of the wall to where they were, I could just see the top of my car through the kitchen window; I’d left the kitchen door wide open for them anyway and then I heard something that just caught my ear. Basically Terry’s friend was reaffirming with him that I was “the woman” he’d told him about before, ‘the one you saw walking naked up on the common’, ‘yeah’ and so on; they both agreed that I was ‘hot’ and would like to see me naked close up or rather they agreed they like to see me in really high heels with stockings on. Over the next 2 minutes It was 100% obvious to me that Terry had indeed seen me on at least 3 occasions maybe more as he described my initial clothing and where I was and what I did, etc. One of which had definitely been only last Sunday afternoon. He’d also told his friend that the first few times he’d ‘seen me’ I had some pussy hair, but the last times I was now bald. OMG! Yes he had really seen me!
I became a bit flushed and I was surprise to find myself becoming more than just moist at the revelation of my flashing. Now I suddenly found out that I had been seen; not just once but several times; rather than confront me or us, this boy had followed and watched, including us having sex.
Their conversation descended into what they reckoned they would do to me and me to them if I was naked. ‘would I spit or swallow’ – they both hoped I swallowed; and ‘did I take it up the arse?’ – they both liked that idea. If they had been men I would have found such a conversation offensive, but I was getting aroused, they both talked about a mutual girl(friend) who apparently ‘put out’ locally, so they weren’t virgins or both talking as if they weren’t.
By now I had stopped work, straining to hear what was said, I realised I has subconsciously I had unbuttoned my blouse completely and been playing with both breasts as they talked, my nipples were rock hard. Semi-consciously I now slowly took off my blouse leaving me topless in just my jeans; the kitchen door was still wide open; with beating heart I walked pass it and dropped the blouse in our laundry basket. No escape, no cover up now, the next one to refresh his bucket would be blind not to see me, topless. I was determined not to flinch or cover up, whoever it was would see me, and my pulse was racing and I was now wet.
Time seemed to slow and my heart seemed to pound harder. I was unable to see them or them me at this point, I’d also completely forgotten about my sons playing upstairs. I slowly in trepidation walked back past the open door, I paused there. If I stepped through, I’d be exposed to them both and because it was open to the front maybe a neighbour or two, that would be too much. I waited.
2 or 3 minutes ticked past, what was happening? They’d been quiet for a while, I dared to poke my head through the door, they were now drying my car before applying wax – hence no water, both boys were bending down facing away from me as they worked. I half stepped out of the door, my legs felt like jelly, I looked down, and half my body length ways was now on view, a whole breast if either looked up. Seconds past, I counted out – how long would I dare to stay like that, 10, 15, 20 seconds pasted - I said to myself at 30, I’ll step fully out of the door and count to 30 again standing there fully exposed. I looked for any of my neighbours, all looked quiet, but even with my short sightedness, I could see Ted across the way mowing his grass and another one I didn’t know much further away.
I counted to 30 and tried to move my leg out the door to being fully on display, but my legs felt so weak, then I was fully out, topless in the open on my driveway, my legs almost giving way on me. Allen the other boy moved from his position, he was going to stand up, but his back was to me still. Involuntarily (maybe) the next second I was hiding behind the doorway, he may have seen me, but how much, I cursed my hesitation and cowardly reaction. Why did I flinch? They both had already stated they wanted to see me!
I felt like I had chickened out! My punishment! I slipped my jeans and panties off my hips, and they followed the blouse into the laundry basket -- I was stark naked in my kitchen! I leant back against the kitchen side, a couple of minutes passed, my heart was hammering. I was aroused as if I’d had 30 minutes of passionate foreplay.
Suddenly I had an idea. I put my head out the door, I called out, to them “You didn’t say how much this was going to cost me” They both looked up at my voice. Would they walk over to answer me? My right breast was pressed up firmly against the door jab; they might see a slice of me. Terry looked over and said rather quietly they’d be finished in a few minutes and I could look over what they’d done. “Okay” I replied and moved back into the kitchen.
Again I now heard their voices. The other boy was saying ‘you should say to her, its free if she strips for us, let us have a good look too and maybe a feel’ Terry didn’t object to the suggestion just said ‘man that would be good’. They talked on for another minute or so debating how they should ask me, I only realised later there was no doubt in either of their minds that I’d accept their suggestion. Then I remembered one of their earlier comments.
Leaving the kitchen and I walked back through the house and upstairs to our bedroom. Once there I donned a pair of black stocking with a wide lacy tops attached to that nice black suspender belt and my highest (and newest) red patent leather 5½” high heeled court shoes. Not platforms, but real steel stilettos which my husband had bought me for Christmas, they cost a fortune and I was still learning how to master walking in them in a dignified manner, I hadn’t even worn them outside of the house yet. I went back downstairs feeling weak kneed all the way.
I was back in my kitchen and I couldn’t believe how wet I was, my nipples were stiffer than the proverbial organ stops. This was making me wetter than any event had made me out in the parkland, probably as I knew I was going to show myself this way in a few moments. I had barely a minute in the kitchen when I heard Terry call out “we’re done, come and see it”. That wasn’t what I really wanted, I’d hoped they’d venture back to the kitchen, but then again they had no idea of the treat on offer to them inside and they wanted me to see their hard work. I couldn’t step outside, not because of the boys, - had they been inside the garage I would have - but because I would be on show to any passing neighbour and/or those working on the front gardens and I had previously seen 2 out there and now - where my car was, gave me no shelter from their eyes.
Suddenly I saw my salvation or at least part of it - my kitchen apron - Pulling it on, the neck ribbon was already tied and the waist one I tied behind my back. The front it was not quite long enough to reach my stocking tops, my breasts were covered - just. The back of course was completely open. I stepped through the kitchen door into the car port area. I was hugely aware that too much movement would have one or both breasts slipping out of their meagre cover, because these new shoes had the highest heels, I’d ever worn and I’d not practiced at all. I wasn’t sure what sort of reaction I would get as I came into full view, but they didn’t seem too overawe, so perhaps I wasn’t showing too much - at least with my back to the house.
I looked over to where I’d seen my neighbours working earlier, one was still there almost directly opposite us, barely 30 yards away and the other was gone. I walked the 4 or 5 paces to my car, doing my best not to wobble too much, the boys were standing beside it, I was still facing them. I wasn’t yet sure if they knew what my situation was. I wasn’t able to look down, but I could feel that one breast was showing a lot of flesh, having slipped free as I walked.
“That looks really good work boys” I said, Terry suggested I look all around the car – see if they missed any spots. But there was no way I was going around to the back of the car, I would be walking out of the shelter of our car port right into the open, and presenting my naked rear to the whole street.
“No, its fine, I’m sure” I said, “so how much did you want?”
“Well” Said Terry looking at his friend, “We’d quite like that apron” I was taken aback, it the words didn’t really sink into my brain, I’d expected a monetary demand or if they were like their boasts a demand to do a strip for them.
For some reason my mouth said “is that all?” as I said it I knew it was wrong, but it came out that way. By now both boys had moved closer to me and slightly behind me. I couldn’t turn in any direction without compromise, a full turn and I’d my naked back would be on view to my neighbours and the road, facing either boy should show my back to the other and anyway by now they both seen my naked rear view. I could feel their eyes on me, not believing their good fortune (no doubt).
Which boy pulled which ribbon I don’t know, but I felt the simultaneous tug as both ribbons of my apron were pulled. My apron dropped in a small heap on the driveway. It was the exposure I was dreading. Of course, I could have easily stopped it and held onto my apron, but I just let it go – on purpose. My eyes were fixated on my lone neighbour who thankfully had his back to us. My pussy gave a gush of juice; I savoured the delightful moment for 5 or 6 seconds, before I grabbed each boy by the hand and virtually pulled them into the safety of my kitchen.
For 4 or 5 minutes whilst my heart went back to a slower pace, I allowed each boy to feel and fondle my breasts and finger my pussy. Taking over, I now extracted each boy’s cock and sucked him for a few moments as I pulled jeans down, and moved to the other. I knelt on my kitchen floor as I had one boy fuck me doggy style and I sucked the other. They soon found out I swallowed and took cock bareback.
For that day onwards, for almost 6 months Terry came and fucked me on weekdays maybe twice a week, and his friend Allan was over about once a week with him. Within 3 weeks they could give me a climax. In late September that year he managed to get into the pants of another housewife in our street, and from then on I shared him, even to this day. I fucked them both over a dozen times before I found out they were both still only 13, although they had insisted to start with they were ‘almost 16’. From their cock sizes and soft pubic hair growth maybe I should have realised, but David thought it was fantastic once I told him.
Terry had seen me about maybe 6 or 7 times out on the common and proved it by stating what I had worn each time, where I’d gone with David and what I’d done. From the bedroom in his house, he could see when we were going out and he soon knew what I was wearing was a key signal also the times that I went out. That morning they had borrowed the scout’s uniforms as neither of them was a real scout and summoned up the courage to call on me and maybe get a sight of me close up and personal.
Of course it came to light that one of them had seen me walk across the open kitchen door topless and then they’d been able to ‘see’ me in the reflection on the glass of the kitchen door. Which was why they went quiet for a while, they were also taking it in turns to peer through the main kitchen window to see me fully and clearly. Then when I had gone and initially half stepped out of the door, followed by stepping fully out topless for maybe 6 seconds, they had been watching me in the car wing mirrors, and then they watched me again strip off completely and I was concentrating only on the door. At which point they had raised their voices about me stripping for payment etc. They had both correctly surmised that I was willing for them to see me naked. They had debated whether to walk into the kitchen whilst I was naked, but Terry had insisted that I would come out, as he pointed out I was nearly out of the kitchen when Allen had moved and I’d darted back inside. Terry had said to Allen I was getting up the courage to step out again.
Terry said they couldn’t believe their luck when they saw me arrive back in just my stocking and suspenders and those ‘incredibly sexy heels’ (his words). That was his outfit of choice he actually believed (because of seeing me on the common) that I’d have the nerve to walk out beside my house like that. When I tottered out the door on those ridiculously high heels, both my boobs had swung free of the apron with each step and the inkling I felt that one nipple was peeking out as I stood at my car facing them was absolutely right, in fact nearly my whole right breast was on view. All of which had given them the courage to play along.
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