Alicia's Misfortune (52 page)

Finally when she heard his car pull up, she ran out to greet
him.
 
By this time, it raining bucket and
the short distance from the barn to the drive, drenched her.

“What are you doing outside? asked Richie.
  

He was almost scolding her.
 
His friend Al was with him.
 
Richie quickly fished the house key from his key ring.
 
But he couldn’t seem to find his key.

“I locked myself out,” she said.
 
“Cell phone.Everything.”

Richie eyeballed his keys. “Oh no,” he rolled his eyes.
 
“These are the spare keys.”

“Yes?” asked Danielle hopefully.

“I don’t have a key either,” he said.
 
“What are we going to do?”

Lightning cracked the sky.
 
The house was practically fool-proof.
 
It wasn’t safe for Richie to attempt break in.
 
It was safer at this point to go back into
the barn.

“Come on,” said Danielle.
 
“Let’s to go to the apartment.
 
I’ll make us lunch if you guys have not eaten.”

“Starved,” the guys said.

The three hustled to the shelter of the barn.
 
Richie sheltered her.
 
Danielle entered the barn and Al and Richie
pushed the sliding door closed.
 
They
hurried into the apartment which once that door was closed, it wasn’t as though
they were in a barn all.

All three were drenched to the bone.
 
Fortunately it was a very warm rain and if it
weren’t for the electricity, the rain was actually a very pleasant experience.
Danielle fetched three large towels and they stood in the kitchen toweling off.

 
She caught Al gawking
at her.
 
A fleeting thought occurred to
her.
 
Had Richie confided to him that
they had had sex?
 
No; she trusted
Richie.
 
Still Al was smiling.
 
And she found him alluring.
 
Danielle could see herself in the shine of
the appliances that her clothing was like a second skin to her.
 
She was shocked.
 
There was nothing her soaking wet, clinging
clothing left to the imagination.
 
She
casually turned to shield her near-nudity from her step son’s best friend.

“This isn’t working,” announced Richie. “I can’t take these
soaking wet clothes.
 
I don’t know about
you guys but -”

And with that he stripped down to his boxers.
 
It was obvious to Danielle that Al thought
what Richie did was a great idea.

“Is it okay with you if I do the same?” asked Al to
Danielle.

She believe he was eager to be nearly naked in front of her.

“That’s fine,” she said.

She hadn’t connected to it completely but somewhere in the
back of her mind, she knew that something was about to happen between the three
of them.
 
The idea lurked in her
mind.
 
She wondered if the same thing was
occurring to the others.

Danielle went into the one and only bedroom of the apartment
for another change of clothes.
 
At one
point, she was completely nude in the bedroom.
 
She stood there toying with the dangerous idea that she could walk out
where the two men were.
 
She had the
crazy warm urge to offer herself to them.
 
It could be accomplished so easily.
 
Instead she decided to get dressed.
 
And to behave herself.

The only thing that worked was a very long night shirt from
the popular underwear boutique.
 
It had a
sort of suggestive slogan on the front of it in rhinestones but it covered
her.
 
It was not sheer and it was not low
cut.
 
It was wholesome enough for a
stepmom to wear in front of a couple of teenage boys.

 
The air conditioning
of the apartment plus their rain-soaked bodies, even though they had dried off
pretty much, left them all chilled.
 
They
agreed; a day like that day called for the fireplace.
 
It was a remote controlled fireplace, so Danielle
flipped the switch.
 
A warm glowing fire
was roaring in the hearth immediately.

She thought it might be awkward facing Richie after having
sex, given their relationship but they were so easy around each other.
 
Every once in a while their eyes would
connect and his would twinkle.
 
She felt
as giddy as a school girl.
 
She offered
to put a pizza in the oven.
 
Richie
joined her in the kitchen as Al stood by the fireplace.

Richie was shadowed her flirtatiously in the kitchen.
 
He goosed her, lightly pinching her bottom
making her jump.
 
But she was careful not
to squeal.
 
They had to be quiet as it
was still their secret that they had had sex.
 
He was so tall.
 
She loved the curls
of his hair that the rain gave him.

Finally, after slipping the pizza on the rack of the oven,
she stood still.
 
His body was up against
his.
 
He had such a comfortable
body.
 
The warmth emanated through
her.
 
It was so soothing and luscious,
she found herself smiling.
 
Richie leaned
down and kissed her at the base of her neck.
 
Her nipples were once again very hard.

They made out just long enough to enjoy each other but to
not be rude to Al.
 
Richie opened the
refrigerator and found an unopened bottle of chardonnay.
 
He took three wine glasses out of the
cabinet.
 
He gripped them and the bottle
in one hand and took her hand in the other.

Richie set the glasses down on the coffee table.
 
He opened the bottle and poured wine for each
of them.
 
Danielle noted that Al’s eyes
danced all over her as he picked up his glass.
 
He was cute too, she thought.
 
Both young men were naked from the waist up.
 
Both had virile physiques of devoted
athletes.
 
These were budding bodies of
adolescents.
 
These were the fully
developed, chiseled forms of men.

Danielle had a natural reaction that any healthy woman would
have.
 
In the last months of her late
husband’s life, sex was off the table.
 
She didn’t feel sorry for herself in any way.
 
She was proud and honored to take care of her
husband.
 
But now it seemed like all of
her needs came to the fore and she was constantly horny.

“Here you go,” Richie handed her a glass of wine.

It seemed like she and Richie were just drinking Black
Russians but she had only sipped that drink.
 
But once again she hadn’t had much in the way of breakfast. She thought
twice that maybe it was best to wait for food.
 

But the wine was tasty.
 
And she felt safe and comfortable where she was.
 
She wasn’t going to overdo it.
 
She wanted to experience pleasure.
 
It was not her style to get drunk.
 
Danielle looked at the label and remembered
the trip when she and her late husband picked it up.
 
They weren’t big drinkers but the bottle was
a sweet souvenir to a beautiful bed and breakfast weekend in wine country.
 
Danielle had another sip.

The guys and she sat lazily as the thunder crashed in the
sky.
 
They started to rate the thunder
and the lightening.
 
The property was
tree-lined with super old growth trees on it.
 
Danielle was a little nervous that one of the trees would crash through
the roof of the barn.

“It’s not funny,” Danielle complained, half laughing at herself.

She had let the other two know that she was afraid the storm
would drop a branch on them.
 
With the
next thunder, Richie goosed her on a ticklish spot and Danielle shrieked.
 
The moment turned into a tickle fest.
 
Al joined in.

Danielle could tell that Al was taking liberties, seeing how
far he could go.
 
Finally she cried
uncle.
 
And the guys honored her
request.
 
They backed off and resumed
their places in the very cozy, sweetly appointed apartment.
 

Each of them settled down from their silly moment.
 
Each of them drinking their drinks.
 
Danielle was hardly halfway through her wine
when the buzzer for the pizza dinged.
 

“Lunch,” said Richie.

He levered his eyebrows and when his eyes met hers, he
winked. He dutifully hopped up to get the food.
 
It warmed her heart that he was so good in the kitchen.
 
She enjoyed listening to him transfer the
pizza to a cutting board, slice it up and plate it.
  
He emerged from the kitchen with plates on
his arm like a pro waiter.
 
One for Al,
one for him and one for Danielle.
 
He sat
on the sofa next to Danielle, across from Richie who lounged in a wingback
chair.

“Hot,” said Danielle.

Richie and Al exchanged looks and giggled.

“Indeed,” said Richie.

Danielle fanned her mouth frantically.
 
Richie grabbed her glass and urged her to
drink her wine.
 

“Drink baby,” he said.

They were the words of her lover and not her stepson.
 
That convinced her that something was going
to happen.
 
Richie was openly behaving in
a certain way in front of his friend.
 
Danielle let him feed her.

“Thanks,” she said when her mouth was sufficiently cooled.

“Gourmet pizza.
 
Good
shit,” remarked Al.

He smiled at Danielle. But the look on his face was about
anything but food. He definitely was looking more and more like the big bad
wolf.
 
Once they finished their slice,
Richie poured the last of the wine.

“Mayan,” remarked Al.
 
“Never tasted anything like this before.”

He held up the glass and studied it as though looking at the
wine from different angles would give him insight as to why it tasted so good.

“Yeah definitely didn’t come from a box,” remarked
Richie.
 
“It’s what I want to get into.”

“You want to get into drinking wine?” scolded Danielle with
a smile.

She noted his arm was around her.
  
She let the tendrils of her hair brush
against his arm.
 
She remembered his arms
around her earlier that day.
 
Recollection of the two of them together involuntarily played through
her mind.
 
While she was interacting with
the two guys, she was reliving the wonderful sex she had had with Richie that
morning.
 
It was difficult to conceal the
arousal that even remembering the sex created in her.

“No I do not want to get into drinking wine,” Richie
playfully mocked her.
 
“I want to get
into growing it.
 
Dad had some property
near where this was bottled.
 
I want to
start up my own vineyard.”

It was a remarkably grown up idea from such a remarkable
young man.
 
A gorgeous young man.
 
Danielle could not get enough of staring at
his wonderful tousled hair, its rich darkness.
 
His soft cow eyes with thick lashes.
 
His full but chiseled lips.
 
He
was absolutely perfect.

“Well that’s all well and good, sir, but that idea might
take a little ol’ college degree,” she said revisiting the discussion of his
leaving school.

“Oh yeah,” he grabbed for her, threatening to start up the
tickling again.

He looked over at her as his long arm extended to her.
 
He had desire in his eyes.
 
Just like the look when he was about to get
inside of her.
 

“Isn’t she beautiful?” asked Richie.

For a moment she thought Richie was talking about the
wine.
 
But she had never heard wine
referred to in the feminine, like a boat.
 
It dawned on her they were talking about her.
 
He began fluffing her hair, playing with the
silken strands.

“Incredibly,” replied Al.

Al’s tone was unmistakable.
 
Richie curled his hand on the arm that she practically rested on, and
stroked her shoulder.
 
Danielle was a mix
of arousal and confusion.
 
This was all
new to her, this interaction with a younger man and now there were two.
 
Part of her had no idea what was going on and
part of her -- the part that was hot and wet and aching for attention -- knew
exactly what was up.

She was eager and hungry. She needed to have both men.
 
She needed to have this experience. Richie
leaned in and nuzzled her.
 
Danielle
nearly dropped her wine.
 
The pizza was
full of carbs and made her pleasantly lazy.
 
The wine was warm in her belly.
 
Richie just plain turned her on.
  
She closed her eyes with the zaps of erotic electricity that flowed
through her body as his lips played with her most sensitive spot -- the base of
her neck.
 

She was so reactive to his lips on her neck that she wavered
in and out of reality.
 
She could not
contain her response even if it was right in front of Al.
 
Richie’s hand glided between her bare thighs,
parting them.
  
Her little jean skirt
hitched.
 
She was exposed and vulnerable.

Richie was down between her legs on his knees in a
heartbeat.
 
Richie’s shoulders were warm
as they brushed her knees.
 
He lingered
there as they all three adjusted to the proposition of the three of them
getting together.

“Is this okay with you?” Richie whispered to Danielle.
 
“We want to give you so much pleasure.”

Danielle had never had a threesome before.
 
Now that the opportunity was on her and she
was flooded from head to toe with desire, she said yes.
 
What could be better than to have to gorgeous
men make her the center of attention? She felt like it was the opportunity of a
life time.
 
She probably would not get a
chance to revisit the experience again.

“Oh yes,” said Danielle eagerly.

That was all Al needed.
 
She lifted her hips as he plied her underwear.
  
She was damp and aching between her
legs.
 
He slipped the garment down and
off her feet.
 
He pressed her thighs
further apart so that he could press his hot mouth to what was in between.
 
She offered herself to him.
 
She wanted him to take her.

Al extended his tongue to lick her sweet pink petals.
Danielle jutted towards him to create a sweet friction against the action of
his tongue.
 
Richie tipped her chin
toward him and kissed her passionately.
  
It was just synchronicity that the actions of Richie’s tongue mimicked
Al’s.
 
Al stuck his tongue deep inside
her and pressed the interior curves as firmly as he could.
 
He attended to her clit, swirling around it
to agitate it wonderfully.

Richie talked to her.
 
Murmured hot sex words against her lips.
  
He was nineteen but it felt like in so many
ways, he had more experience than she did.

“Does that feel so good?” he asked her.

The words themselves were erotic for her brain.
 
Something about erotic talk excited her all
the more.
 
It was his tone that did
it.
 
It went straight to her core.
 

“Do you like it when we fuck you?” he asked.

“Oh God yes!” she cried out.

Richie tweezed her hard nipples, pulsing pleasure to her
core as Al licked her.
 
Al raised up just
enough so that his erection was at the proper level.
 
He entered her easily.
 
Richie reached between her legs and pleasured
her while his friend had sex with his stepmother.
 
The excitement of the daring act of having
sex with him almost sent her spiraling into a climax but she held off.

Al felt different from Richie but good in his own way.
 
Her body welcomed his sweet invasion.
 
Working in tandem, Richie spit on his finger
tips and lubed up her other entrance.
 
He
circled her opening buried deep within her cheeks.
 
He stuck his finger inside.
 
It was such a lovely feeling.
 
Danielle clutched.
 
Stimulation in both places was tough to
take.
 
Too much sugar.

Richie bent her forward.
 
He levered the head of his cock into her.
 
The softness of his skin was so sensual
against the tender skin of her buttocks.
 
He felt amazing.
 
She knew what
was coming so she relaxed her entire lower body. She had anal sex with her
husband but it was not something that he particularly wanted to ask of
her.
 
Richie had all the beautiful daring
of a nineteen year old.
 
He was curious
and so he sought it.
 
He entered
her.
 
The feeling of him inside of her
there was off the hook.

The addition of Richie inside of her was overload for the
three of them.
 
Danielle knew that Al
could feel Richie and vice versa even though they were in different parts of
her body.
 
Having Richie in her forbidden
place was as much mental stimulation as it was physical.
 
By the time he was all the way inside of her,
she was pulsing helplessly around the both of them.

Having an orgasm while be completely filled was beyond
rapture. Every rebound sensation was so much more intense.
 
So much more effective.
 
Waves of pleasure rocked her whole
abdomen.
 

Her climax set theirs in motion.
  
They both were sputtering and spazzing,
careful not to overpower Danielle’s body. Their moment was almost over before
it began but it was so so sweet.
 
She
would never forget it as long as she lived.
 

The guys retreated to the bathroom in the barn to clean up
as Danielle scurried to the bathroom in the apartment. She freshened herself
up.
 
Her body hummed with the amazing
sexual experience, the effects of which were almost staggering.
 
She ran a shower.
 
The nice thing about the apartment was that
it had a generous tub.
 
She left the door
of the bathroom unlocked in case they were inspired to join her.
 
When each of the guys sneaked in with her,
there was plenty of room.

It was loads of fun being soaped up by two hunks.
 
Each guy took his turn applying soap to her
breasts and her buttocks.
 
She returned
the favor.
 
She soaped their testicles
and their buttocks.
 
Then they went at it
with a wash cloth.
 
It was almost like
getting a massage standing up.
 
There was
no chance of slipping, despite the three of them being all hands and mouths,
for she was sheltered by two towering solid males.

They were both erect again.
 
Danielle felt two hard members prod her.
 
This time Richie took her conventionally while Al took her from
behind.
 
Al reached for the shower head
and handed it to Richie who applied it where it needed most to go.

The vibrating pulse of her stiff shower spray right above
where he entered her was exquisite.
 
It
took nothing for Danielle’s orgasm to come back to life.
 
Her hot, wet flesh was gripping and clenching
helplessly on them both.
 
Both of the men
came hard, each cautious to maintain their footing.

Danielle was definitely in an alternate reality experiencing
pleasure this way.  It was the most that she had known with two men, let
alone one man before.  Who knew what the future held?  All Danielle
knew was the risky business of fooling around with her step son was completely
worth it.

The three of them toweled off after the shower.
 
Al was just a little bit shorter than
Richie.
 
Richie was over six feet but Al
was just under six feet.
 
Both guys had
almost dancer-like bodies.
 
They were so
chiseled and cut and firm.
 
Al’s buttocks
was very ball-like.
 
They were unearthly
beautiful, both of them.

They crashed on the custom bed in the apartment
bedroom.
 
It was a larger than ordinary
king sized bed.
 
They lounged and snoozed
naked in the very comfortable bedding.
 
Richie cracked the window so the rain-cooled air was soothed the
temperature of their room.
 
There was
something that made napping with the sound of the rain playing on the window,
more satisfying.
 
It was delightful.