Seven Days Of Sin

(iv)

(iv)

The boys walked in.

Carla’s legs trembled.

It never got old. Carla never got tired of living through the moments where it transitioned into s*x. They were just how she liked them, on the cusp of shyness, their demeanor all about good manners and respect.

The pair were a deliberate choice. Both with experience of Carla already. They knew her preferences, understood the boundaries.

If they hadn’t proved themselves before, they wouldn’t be there.

André had been a slow seduction at the tennis club, one of her hunting grounds. Carla had picked up a lot of f***s at the club. Seducing André was a delicious thrill, leading him on with her little skirt, smooth legs, and heavy-duty flirting.

Carla wanted André the moment she saw him, his aesthetic appeal immediate. André was damn near perfect, a foot taller than Carla’s five-six, rangy and athletic in build, polite and well-mannered, a well-raised youngster thirty-five years Carla’s junior with a talent for tennis.

André also had a long, black c**k that Carla was desperate for when she stroked it to a spitting c****x in the back of the BMW outside the club.

Jordan was André’s friend, introductions made on court after a game, excitement on Carla so bad she took Jordan’s c**k standing from behind in the janitor’s closet where Jordan left her brimming with c*m, his musk on her thighs, her underwear soaked with ejaculate as she sat down to dinner with her husband later that day.

The boys walked into the neighbor’s kitchen.

“Hey, Mrs. J,” André put in.

Jordan thrust his chin at Carla.

Said: “Sup?”

Carla smiled.

Said: “Hi, boys.”

The neighbor cut in.

“Okay, you all make yourselves at home. You’ve been here before. You know the drill,” he said.

All three turned to look at him.

“I’ll just be … around,” the neighbor added.

He gestured with his hands.

Carla asked: “Bedroom?”

“All ready,” the neighbor told her.

Carla moved in to peck a light kiss against André’s cheek.

She did the same to Jordan and then felt their eyes on her body as she went to the door, labia sliding together as she moved.

Carla shrugged the dress off her shoulders, letting it whisper along her back to the floor.

“f**k,” the neighbor gasped.

Carla didn’t look back.

She walked away, a deliberate sway though her hips.

“That’s the plan,” Carla called.