Chapter 11

Due to the scorching temperatures, it was a challenging week with frayed tempers, workers on the verge of fighting, trucks breaking down, and mechanics expressing their complaints about the heat, making it impossible to work on the truck engines. If there was a problem, this week had them all. Thank god It was Friday, and after such a difficult week, I was looking forward to getting home for some peace and quiet, stripping off, putting my feet up, or sitting naked in the pool having a beer.

On arriving home, my hopes of a quiet evening were in tatters, with four topless milf in the pool, drinking wine, laughing, and making bawdy comments about various school mums, their anatomy, and what their husbands do to them. I groaned and thought, how long are they going to be here? And where are their offspring? Usually, when Lucy, Elise and Stephanie were here, their children were here too, but with noisy topless bitches in the pool, their kids were nowhere to be seen.

Doing the right thing, I wandered out the back. “Hey, stud muffin, do you like my tits?” Lucy yelled.

“What about mine, and mine,” Elise and Stephanie added.

“I know you like mine, stud muffin,” my wife said saucily.

“Ladies, your tits look fantastic.”

“Why don’t you strip off and join us?”

“Oh, I’d love to join you, but you four have had too much wine, and I wouldn’t be safe amongst you milf.”

“Aw, don’t be a spoilsport, I bet you’d love to play with my tits,” Lucy said, acting; coquettishly as she cupped her boobs and licked her stiff nipples.

“Sorry ladies, I’ve had a shit of a week and want a beer.”

“Let me get you one,” Mel said.

“Yeah, strip off and join us. We’ll take care of you and help you unload,” Stephanie lewdly added.

“Let’s make stud muffin feel at home and remove our bikini bottoms. Then he’ll have to get naked and join us,” Elise suggested.

Lucy was the first to be naked, got out of the pool, and I couldn’t help but admire her body. She looked hot. Sure, her tits sagged a little, her tummy a little flabby, her legs looked great, leading to a neatly trimmed landing strip, and her small, closed outer pussy lips gave me the feeling I’d love to separate them with my tongue and cock, making her look super sexy. My boner grew as she got close. Mel didn’t help when she gave me my beer and said, “Enjoying the view, stud muffin?”

By the time Mel was back in the pool. Lucy was standing in front of me, her hand on my chest, her nipples hard, when she grabbed my crotch and said, “Is this for me? You can have me anytime you like.”

Glancing at the pool, Mel was laughing as Elise approached, also naked, her thick unkempt black bush stood out against her pale complexion, her slim waist with well-toned legs complimented her great figure, her small tits with stiff nipples sitting proud on her chest, cupping and squeezing them, licking her lips as she walked seductively towards me.

Fuck, it was like two Sheilas were about to have their way with me. Lucy held me by the balls as Elise went behind me, squashing her tits against my back as she wrapped her arms around my waist, unfastened my belt and the button on my jeans. Lucy lowered my zipper, and the two milf pushed my jeans down, leaving my cock tenting in my undies, but not for long as Elise pulled them down; Lucy gasped and covered her mouth with her hands as my cock sprang free while Elise took hold and jerked me.

“Mmm, I love the feel of your weapon, stud muffin,” Elise whispered seductively.

Wow, my wife is letting her friends do as they please; not that I was complaining, but I’m married, and I didn’t want to cheat on my wife. However, I would love to screw all three milf; I was so horny.

“Mel, why didn’t you tell me that stud muffin was hung like a horse?” Lucy screamed.

“You could make a fortune as his pimp. Think about all the school mums who would love to get their hands on a cock like he’s got. My god, they’ll be fighting to get to him,” Stephanie said as she moved in for a closer look.

“Okay, girls, you’ve had your fun. It’s time to leave him alone. Yes, Simon is well endowed, and it’s mine, not yours, so you’ve gone far enough. I would hate for one of you sexy ladies to drop to your knees and suck him off.”

“Was that an invitation? It sure sounded like one,” Elise drooled.

“Simon, would you like Elise to blow you?”

My face must have been as red as a beetroot as I suddenly felt hot.

“I would love Elise, Lucy or Stephanie to blow me. However, I’m sure you would throw me out if they did, even though I didn’t start this.”

“Are you embarrassed that three sexy milf would love to screw you?”

“Yeah, it’s damn embarrassing to stand in front of my wife with another Sheila stroking my cock.”

“Good, now you know how I felt when you embarrassed me all those weeks ago.”

There was a brief lull with the bawdy comments before Stephanie said, “Yeah, now I remember ... I didn’t recognise you at first when I saw a woman dressed as a prostitute at the netball game. Yes, that’s it ... it was you. Wasn’t it? Now I recall stud muffin put his arm around you and pulled you close. I wanted to ask why you dressed like that when I saw you next. Were you going to a fancy dress party after the game?”

Relief. At last, the attention had swung away from me to my wife, and now she had the problem of telling her friends why she had to dress as a hooker.

“Simon made me dress as a prostitute.”