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IN FOR PENNY, IN FOR A POUND
Family celebrations really, really weren’t Penny’s favourite way of spending an evening. Apart from the necessity of organisation, the expense, the no shows and the ingratitude, she just didn’t really like her family very much.
Some were inoffensive. Her sister, for example, could be quite tolerable. Her mum, for a couple of weeks of the the year, could be relatively kind and forget she was secretly some kind of satanic spiteball in human shape. However, her husband was, on the whole, insufferable. For one thing, he played golf. For another, he had developed a way of breathing that was just downright irritating and, she was fairly sure, deliberately irksome.
Before the family started to arrive, she gazed at herself in the bedroom mirror.
‘What the fuck happened?’ she sighed out loud, pondering her reflection. She wondered how the years had stolen away from her, how she had found herself in a situation which surrounded her with people she really didn’t like.
Looking back at her was her forty year old self, with an ungrateful son and an inattentive husband. Her eyes were filled with the resignation of a woman who felt she had nowhere left to run to, whose life lacked vibrancy and spontaneity, whose window of opportunity she felt had closed for good. Her shoulders were hunched a little, from carrying the burden of bored disappointment.
She had dressed up to make herself feel better, which she often did, along with buying dresses when she felt alone or unhappy. As a result, she had a wardrobe that was bulging with never or barely worn clothing. She also masturbated with an utter indecency in terms of both fantasy, frequency and filthiness.
Masturbation and fantasy felt like an act of rebellion, a fuck you to her husband and even to her family. She had an incredible array of toys that took up an entire drawer, confident she never had to worry about her husband find them. There were wands, dildos, butt plugs, anal beads, vibrators, and she varied what she used depending on how fucked off she felt with life. The more fire she felt with those who were less attentive than they should have been, the more angry she was with her choice of toys. She would choose a dragon’s tongue dildo that stretched her almost more than she could bare while she had her largest butt plug buried in her arse.
She also masturbated, with or without toys, in almost any location. Driving to the supermarket, she would lift up her dress or slip her hand in her trousers, rub her clit furiously and swear excessively as she orgasmed. There were times she had been in the coffee shop and masturbated in the toilet, or at parent’s evening when she found a closed corridor with the lights off and she had her hands in her knickers and in her pussy almost before she even knew what she was doing. Restaurants, hospitals, museums, taxi…she needed to fuck herself everywhere she could think of.
Although she was now in her forties, an event which seemed to have crept up on her with the stealth and lethality of a ninja assassin, she felt she didn’t look it. Although she did look like she felt it. But she whipped up the hem of her dress, slipped her hand in her knickers and stroked her warm clit hard. She wanted to cum, she wanted wet knickers when she had to go and see people she didn’t want to spend time with, she wanted to know as she poured drinks she was doing it with the scent of her pussy on her fingers.
Rubbing fast and hard, she reached a hand out to the sink to support herself. Her pussy was wet, hungry, her clit hard and hot. Pressing it until it squirmed from under her pressure, she pursued it, building a quick and intense orgasm. She was so horny she could not look up, her head was bowed and her breath caught. Panting, she felt herself building to the orgasm, the ripples of pleasure spreading through her tight cunt. Her fingers moved quicker, desperate to finish the orgasm and it swept over her, causing her to yank her head back.
‘Jesus,’ she moaned loudly, ‘Jesus fucking Christ.’
Her breath was as fast as her fingers had been and as the orgasm subsided, she felt the brief respite of a post orgasmic flush. Looking again in the mirror, she moved her hands over her knickers and made sure they were satisfyingly wet. They were.
With a smile, a straightening of her back and a deep breath, she considered the positives. She was healthy, had a fabulous house, didn’t need to work, her legs were long, her boobs were pert and her fiery red hair required little maintenance other than washing and occasionally cutting. Now she had a wet pussy and a self satisfied blush. Hopefully remembering those things and some flirting with her son’s friends would make the evening go as painlessly as possible.
Family parties, unlike masturbation, were events to be endured rather than enjoyed. Two things made this evening’s celebrations less annoying than most. First, the weather was pleasant, almost warm even. Second, Sahabet due to an emergency at work, her husband had been required to leave at 9pm and was unlikely to be back before morning. Naturally, the possible burning down of his factory or the wholesale demolition of his storage yard was sad, but there were definite silver linings.
Secretly, she suspected that he had actually gone to visit his mistress due to the unexpected absence of her husband, but frankly it meant Penny didn’t have to listen to him blink in that excruciating manner or guffaw like a choking wildebeest at anything he said, which was bound to be utterlyy unfunny, so she was happy to nod, purse her lips and play along.
Grabbing his keys, he bolted for the door. His gleeful hurry most definitely suggested a tryst than a trauma.
‘I’ll be back as soon as I can,’ he shouted back to her as he fled. Her eyes followed him not with a longing for his return but a yearning that he stay out as long as possible.
With Gary gone to deal with whatever emergency had or had not happened, she was left to encourage people to leave as early as possible.
This was something she embraced with gusto.
‘Are you sure you have to go? So early?’ she asked Julia, her mother-in-law.
‘No choice, Penny,’ Julia had barked in answer. ‘Winny needs walked and it’s getting late already.’
‘Can’t you possibly stay a little longer?’ she implored, with amazing sincerity, of Karen, her mother, as she walked her to the already open door.
‘Penny, if I could,’ her mother had snapped back,’ I would. But I really need to be home before Brian goes to bed.’
As a result, by 11.00 she had actually managed to persuade everyone to leave whilst pleading with them to stay just a little longer.
Waving off her sister and her nephew, the house was almost empty.
The only people remaining, in the garden, were her son, Alex, and his friends, Ben and Ryan. Penny had hoped to flirt shamelessly with Ryan, whom she had thought about many times while masturbating. He was tall, lean, painfully handsome and completely unaware of it, but most alluringly, he was endlessly kind.
Often she would spread her legs wide and rub her clitoris just imagining him asking if he could possibly help her with the washing up or if she was okay, because she looked a little frazzled, or if she really didn’t want him to feed the cats.
Sadly, her husband’s sudden exit and the demands of persuading her mother that she really didn’t want her to leave quickly, and the endless attention of her sister bemoaning her own marital travails, prevented any flirting beyond occasional smiles and glances.
Having finally prompted her sister and nephew to leave, she wandered into the garden. It was no surprise to see Alex lying on the grass between Ben and Ryan. He appeared to be asleep.
‘What happened?’ she asked calmly, as she stood between them and looked down at Alex. ‘I take it he’s still alive?’
‘Pretty sure he is.’ Ben replied, sharing her look of exasperated predictability.
Unlike Alex, Ben and Ryan hadn’t been drinking. Penny felt compelled to admire both of them for their ability to tolerate her family while remaining sober. She had to be there: they didn’t.
‘Do you want us to just leave him here?’ Ben enquired. ‘He looks comfortable.’
Alex snored and snuffled.
‘I’m worried he might swallow a worm or a mouse or a rat,’ Penny replied, looking at them both, ‘so we should probably move him. For their sakes.’
They all smiled and shrugged.
‘Okay, bed it is then,’ Ryan summed up. ‘We’ll get him upstairs for you and make sure he’s safe.’
‘Thank you,’ Penny smiled back, her sense of wariness for the night ahead now dissipated by the knowledge that her family had left and Gary, in all likelihood, wouldn’t be back until the morning.
As Ben and Ryan picked up Alex, taking an arm each, Penny contemplated where to start cleaning the mess her family had made. Overall, it wasn’t too bad. The living room had some bottles, some glasses and plates. But here was no destruction, no damage, no flipped tables from family fall outs.
Picking up a handful of glasses she wandered into the kitchen and put them on the worktop. She really didn’t feel in the mood to clean and tidy at this time of night and she certainly wasn’t dressed for it. Leaning back on the worktop she considered the brightly lit, white high gloss kitchen and the contrast her knee length black dress and absurdly high gold heels offered.
Deciding that she really had put in more than enough effort to cleaning up after others, she poured herself a large Merlot and walked into the living room. She dropped down and crossed her legs as Ryan and Ben walked back in.
‘We’ve put him to bed,’ said Ben, ‘but we thought we’d better leave his clothes on him.’
Penny laughed.
‘Yes,’ she agreed, ‘definitely a wise decision.’
All three looked at each other, uncertainty dancing amongst them.
‘Can I get you a beer before you go?’ Penny finally asked.
Ryan appeared to be about to decline Sahabet Giriş the offer, but Ben agreed quickly and sat opposite her.
Standing and moving to the table top where the remaining drinks sat, Penny picked up two cans and walked over to her son’s friends. They reached up, taking them and smiling, before Penny returned to her seat opposite, sat down and picked up her glass.
Ben and Ryan sipped. Penny was a little more enthusiastic in her consumption and she drank as if she wanted to forget the evening.
Eventually, she broke the brief silence.
‘Thank you for looking after Alex,’ she said to them. ‘I’m glad to know he has good friends who look out for him.’
They smiled and looked down at their cans.
‘It’s okay,’ replied Ryan. ‘He’s easy to look after. Just needs to learn to handle his beer better.’
Penny nodded and took another mouthful. She felt they wanted to ask her something, that there was a question that was loading passengers at the platform but hadn’t set off.
‘Where did Gary go?’ Ben enquired, eventually.
Shrugging, Penny indicated that she was unsure. ‘An emergency call out,’ she blithely told them.
‘It must be hard when he’s so committed to the job,’ Ryan suggested.
The smile Penny gave in reply was watery, weak. She wasn’t sure how to admit to anyone else out loud that it was very hard. Not because it was Gary – she really didn’t care about his devotion to his job or his golf or his mistress and was, in fact, glad of the chance to be away from him – but from anyone who set her heart racing and ignited feelings of lust, longing and laughter.
‘We’re lucky, really,’ she obscured. ‘We get to live a good life really on the back of it.’
‘Well, let’s be honest,’ Ryan shot back, ‘it’s Gary that’s lucky.’
He was looking right at her, and Penny blushed slightly, a tinge rising her in her cheeks. She looked into her glass and laughed, nervously.
‘Stop it,’ she said, without looking up.
‘He’s right, Mrs A,’ Ben added. ‘Gary doesn’t deserve you. You look after him and Alex, and he’s nothing but an arse.’
‘I wouldn’t say he’s nothing but an arse,’ she responded, feeling she should really defend him.
‘Okay,’ agreed Ryan, ‘he’s a fuckwit too.’
Penny laughed out loud and looked up as Ben and Ryan smiled.
‘Anyway,’ she added, ‘I’m lucky too. I get to live here and I have a really good lifestyle. I have everything I need.’
After a slight pause, Ben asked ‘Everything?’
Penny felt the inferno of her blush race from her feet to her cheeks, turning her nearly as red as her wine.
Her nervous laugh erupted again. ‘Pretty much everything,’ she lied.
‘Don’t you ever look around and think you could do better?’ Ryan asked casually.
Penny noticed he hadn’t really touched his beer and he seemed to be holding her gaze with a deliberate intensity. Ben had drunk a little more, but his attention seemed to have moved away from the can in his hand.
‘Ryan,’ she scolded him, returning his gaze but with lightness in the lilt of her voice, ‘you’re being too harsh on him. I feel like I’m out with the girls and we’re having a therapy session.’
Fairly sure she wasn’t even convincing herself, she crossed her legs and adjusted her position a little. She smoothed the floaty dress over her black stocking clad legs.
Interrupting, Ben said ‘He isn’t, Mrs A.’
Feeling a frisson in her thighs, Penny considered Ben.
He wasn’t as tall as Ryan, and was a little more firmly built. He also had a little more confidence (cockiness?) than Ryan, with much darker eyes that seemed to hold you in a beam She had never masturbated thinking of Ben, and she wondered now why not.
Looking away, she also felt, for the first time, their eyes wandering over her body.
She suddenly sensed a hunger as their eyes devoured her lithe figure, and she adjusted a little to ensure that her dress rode up a little at the risk of revealing her stocking tops.
Crossing her legs, she smiled coyly and looked back at them. Both were watching her. That hunger seemed to be growing, and she was feeling she should offer them a morsel. Taking a bigger gulp of her Merlot, she put it on the floor.
‘If I didn’t know better,’ she said more confidently than she had portrayed herself thus far to be, ‘I’d think you were both being very cheeky.’
They looked at each other, briefly, before looking back at her.
‘Well…’ Ryan began, ‘what would you say if we were?’
‘I’d tell you to stop being cheeky,’ she declared. ‘It’s not fair to tease someone.’
It was evident even to her that she was being utterly unconvincing. She drank again, deeply, as much to close her eyes and tilt her head back so she didn’t have to look at them.
‘Well,’ asked Ryan, ‘would it be different if we weren’t teasing?’
Penny took another mouthful, then returned their gaze. She didn’t answer, but she felt her cheeks burn. However, her cheeks were not alone. She could feel a stirring inside between her thighs, as she considered the brazenness of two very Sahabet Yeni Giriş handsome 20 year olds.
Moving to the side, Ryan made a space between him and Ben.
‘Why don’t you come and sit over here?’ he asked. Ben adjusted his position a little too. There was a clear space between them.
Penny considered the dynamics of the situation. She felt lust in the pit of her stomach. But she was married. And these were friends of her son. Much, much younger than her. Two of them.
However, she was already aroused by the sheer confidence of these two young men, as well as the lust she saw light up their eyes as they looked at her.
‘Boys,’ she chided gently, ‘I’m married.’
‘And you’re really fucking hot,’ Ryan shot back.
‘And married to a fucking idiot,’ Ben added.
This was something that Penny felt she couldn’t really argue with.
Penny had cheated on her husband before, and felt no guilt in doing it, but she had never had a threesum and she had never had sex with men twenty years younger than her, and certainly never with friends of her son. However, she had masturbated over it endlessly.
The space between Ben and Ryan beckoned her. The ache she now felt between her thighs, the stir she felt between the walls of her pussy, seemed irresistible.
Finishing the glass in the pregnant silence, she placed it on the floor and stood up. Without speaking she crossed to the second sofa and sat between the two men. For what felt like an eternity they sat looking at each other, her head moving from Ben to Ryan, then Ryan to Ben. Her hands were folded, ridiculously, across her lap as if she was an especially nervous interviewee.
The two young men looked at her, her lustrous red hair sitting gently on the straps of her black dress as she looked ahead, as if afraid to look to the side. Her soft, alabaster skin felt vulnerable to their stares and their hands.
‘You’re stunning, Mrs A,’ Ryan said. ‘I’ve always wanted you.’
‘Oh, stop,’ Penny giggled, unable to think of what else to say.
‘It’s true,’ chimed in Ben. ‘He’s always talking about you and what a lucky fucker Gary is.’
‘Really?’ asked Penny, holding Ryan’s eyes. ‘What else does he say?’
‘He says how much he wants to fuck you,’ Ben replied, bluntly.
She licked her lips, which were dry, as her heart beat fast. Her hands trembled slightly and she felt almost virginal again, waiting to see what would happen. It was impossible to speak, to form words, to do anything other than focus on the beat in her chest and the throb between her thighs.
When Ben reached over and placed his hand on her leg, she almost flinched. Still looking at Ryan, she sighed as she felt Ben’s hand slip down her dress, over her knee, to the sheer nylon of her stockinged calf.
As Ben stroked her leg, Ryan leaned in and caressed her face with his hand as his mouth closed on hers and he kissed her, deeply and firmly. Her heart, already pounding, beat even harder as his tongue searched for hers.
Suddenly, as well as Ben’s hand on her leg, she felt his lips on her neck. She savoured the feeling of one man kissing her, caressing her, while another tasted her delicate skin with his lips. She had imagined having two sets of lips pleasing her before, fantasised about being the focus of two lustful men, and here she was, in her living room, with two much younger bucks touching and pleasing her.
She felt Ben’s hand slip back up her leg, skimming over the nylon, under the hem of her dress as his lips gently sucked the flesh of her neck. His hand kept rising as Ryan kissed her, his lips on hers, his tongue on hers, and his hands on her cheek. Ben’s hand ran higher, gripping her leg more firmly, eager for the stocking top. As he kissed and teased her neck, moving to her ear, she moaned, breaking away from Ryan, her eyes closed and the pleasure enveloping her. Then Ben’s hands were on her stocking tops, where they found her suspender belt strap.
As Ryan kissed her, his hand started to slip down her neck just as Ben’s thumb toyed with the black lace of her suspender belt strap. Her body crackled with the sensation of two pairs of hands exploring her body. They were strong, young, urging and her body yearned for more.
Jolts of anticipation shot through her pussy. Hands skimmed her side, her collar bones, her throat. Closing her eyes she bathed in the sensation of fingers touching her over fabric, under fabric, on her exposed flesh.
‘I think that dress needs to come off, Mrs A,’ Ryan whispered in her ear, snapping her back to her senses.
Taking in the scene of which she was now part, she looked from Ben with his dark, short hair to Ryan, with his slightly longer brown hair and smiled. It had never occurred to her that this would happen, that two young men would want her together.
‘I think you’re right,’ she replied.
She stood between them, both pairs of fiery eyes on her as she shimmied the dress down over her curvy hips. It dropped to the floor and she looked at them as they drank in her mature body. Her boobs were encased in a black, lace bra, which hid the firmness of her nipples. As their eyes swam down the milky pool of her body they reached her black, lace clad pussy, topped with a matching black suspender belt which kept her firm, tight thighs encased in luxurious nylon.
