The Renters

Barbara stared at the long, thick cock pointed at her face as she knelt on the grass in nothing but a skimpy bikini bottom. Now that she was in the moment, it was a bit daunting. She glanced to the other guys nearby, all naked and all sporting large hard-ons. She knew she'd have to deal with them as well.

She looked up into the young man's eyes, parted her lips, and leaned forward to take him into her mouth.

* * *

Two months ago, this was the furthest thing from her mind. Sure, she had noticed the four guys were handsome, with their fashionable clothes, Mediterranean looks, and heavy accents. She imagined they'd break a lot of hearts in their time as foreign exchange students at the local university, but her husband Bruce was more conservative about that kind of thing than she was. As long as they paid the rent and kept the place in good order, she'd leave them alone.

She did notice one of them checking her out, but it only amused her. With her soft brunette curls, sizeable breasts, and a curvy body, she was used to the occasional stare. She imagined they'd change their minds quickly when they learned she was fifteen years older than them.

The rental had started out as a project for her and her husband, a way to keep busy and earn some extra money as newlyweds. But a few years back, he had gotten a consulting job that kept him away from home for weeks at a time. She took over managing the property on her own and had turned it into a good, steady stream of income.

One way she had done that was to cut costs by doing odd jobs herself. She had taught herself a fair amount about fixing minor plumbing and electrical problems and also tended the small pool herself.

Today was pool work and weeding. She had called the guys yesterday to let them know she'd be over. She grabbed her sun hat and gardening supplies and headed to the rental. It was still late summer and it was just a few blocks away, so she decided to walk.

She was pulling up weeds along the side of the house when big cheers erupted from inside. It wasn't the first time. They were watching some sort of sport, she guessed. But this time, they all came tumbling out of the house, laughing.

She looked up and started to wave, but instead her eyes widened as Giovanni peeled off his shirt and shorts and ran out into the street in just his tight yellow briefs.

"Greece rules!" he shouted. She glanced around nervously. He came back to the group as everyone laughed. She hurried to them.

"What is going on?" she whispered.

Alexandros answered. "This guy was saying Italy was so great and Greece was so shit. So we made a bet about a game we were watching."

"But he's in his underwear!"

"He's lucky he is still wearing that," Alexandros said with a grin. She looked at Giovanni and then looked quickly away. "Besides, this underwear is just like a bathing suit."

"Not a bathing suit around here!"

Then Demetrios said something to him in Greek. "Ah, I forgot that Americans are so..." he said something back in Greek and Demetrios said "prudish." He looked pleased to have remembered the word.

Barbara blushed. "I'm not prudish," she said lamely. Giovanni's underwear was not much smaller than a pair of Speedos. But it was also clearly underwear. "But the neighbors might be offended." She glanced at Giovanni again. Would they be? Really? Some might be happy for the sight.

She felt like a rube. She had never traveled more than a hundred miles from this spot, and these guys had traveled thousands of miles to a whole new country. She felt her face heat up even more.

"We will try not to offend you," Alexandros said.

"I'm not..." she started. It sounded weak even to her. "Okay. Thank you."

The incident grated on her, though. A couple days later she was at their door. Antonio answered the door chattering on his phone.

"I wanted to apologize for seeming prudish the other day," she said, holding out the plate of cookies. He turned his phone to his shoulder.

"Oh, Barbara, you are so nice. I love American cookies! Can you put them in the kitchen? I am talking to my mama."

She smiled and walked through the door. As she put the plate on the counter, she looked outside and gasped. Alexandros and Demetrios were standing on the lawn by the pool, clearly smoking a joint. She banged on the window. They started, saw her, waved, and went back to smoking. She rolled her eyes and went out the side door. The guys were laughing.

"What are you doing?!"

"You said no smoking in the house, so we are smoking outside," said Alexandros

"Yes," she loudly whispered, "but you're smoking pot!"

"Is it illegal?"

"It's... well, it's complicated. I don't want cops showing up, though." Goodwill with the neighbors was a key part of her management philosophy. Visits from the police would mess that up.

"You Americans are so... tightened up?" he turned to Demetrios.

"Uptight," said Demetrios.

"Yes!" said Alexandros. "It is difficult to know what will offend you. I know Americans smoke it. Do you not?"

"It's been a while."

"You should have some! It will offend you less if you try it."

"I'm not offended!"

"You see, Demetrios," he said, "I told you she was offended by it."

"I'm not!" She felt like they were laughing at her. "Fine. I'll have some just to show you." She took the joint and pulled a long puff of it. She slowly let put the smoke. "Wow. That's really good stuff."

"Yes," he said. "My friend is a very good source. Now, Demetrios, don't you have to do something?"

She looked at Demetrios questioningly. She didn't speak Greek, but even she could tell he was swearing. He took off his shirt, and, before she could react, dropped to the ground and began doing push-ups. Absentmindedly, she took another pull.

"What's this about?"

"I bet Demetrios that you would smoke with us. He said you would not -- prudish, he said. We made a bet. Loser has to do fifty push-ups."

She paused to watch the muscles in his back and arms. The pot was strong stuff and she felt time slowing down. She shook it off.

"You make a lot of bets," she said.

"Yes, it is all in fun," Alexandros said as she handed the joint back to him. "We are all friends, and our bets are harmless."

Even the little bit of smoking she had done had left her a little spacey. She silently watched Demetrios as he finished his pushups.

"Would you like more?" Alexandros' voice shook her out of her stupor.

"No, I should be going. But, thank you. Don't let the neighbors see," she said, giggling. It was good shit.

"Come smoke with us whenever you want," said Demetrios, who had just stood up so he could take a long pull.

"I think I'm good for a while," she said. But two days later, she had had a stressful morning of errands and remembered how calm she had felt that day. They greeted her warmly when she went over.

Pretty soon she was an expected guest and she dropped the rule about smoking in the house. She asked the guys about Europe and they asked her about America and her life. She began to feel like she was in college again, chatting away the hours about who knows what.

It wasn't the only thing that reminded her of college. Once she was nice and relaxed, one of the guys would inevitably sit next to her on the couch and put his arm on the couch behind her. Then it would drift down until a hand was on her bare chest above her blouse's neckline. She knew guys liked her large, full breasts, but she thought their attempts were hilarious. Usually she stopped them with a laugh when they got to that point, but a couple times she was so relaxed she didn't stop them until the fingers tucked into her blouse, and once Giovanni got a button undone before she noticed. She chalked it all up to harmless fun with young guys. But she also didn't tell her husband when he came home for a long weekend.

She wondered, later, if things would have unfolded the way they did if she had never met Rachel.

One day she showed up at the rental, and immediately flushed when she got to the living room. A blonde woman was straddling Antonio, kissing him deeply. His hands were inside her mostly-unbuttoned blouse, and it was pretty clear that was all she was wearing. The other guys were watching eagerly, and then Demetrios stood up and grabbed her breasts from behind.

"Uh, I'm so sorry," Barbara said. "I think I'm interrupting."

The woman broke off her kiss but continued to slide her body on Antonio's lap.

"You must be Barbara the cool landlord," said the woman. "I'm Rachel."

"Um, hi." Barbara didn't know what to say. Should she hold out her hand for a handshake? And a part of her felt jealous. She knew the guys were having sex; they made comments around her. But this was her time. She liked being part of their group and being the center of attention. She was jealous of Rachel's intrusion into her space, though she could see why the guys would prefer bombshell sex-having Rachel to move-their-hands-away married Barbara.

"Rachel lost a bunch of bets this morning," said Alexandros, "and now she is doing whatever we want for the rest of the day."

"You can guess what that means with four guys," said Rachel, tousling Antonio's hair.

"Why don't you get me some water," said Antonio. She unwound herself from the couch and turned to the kitchen. Antonio laughed as he lifted her blouse's hem to reveal a shapely, tight ass. Barbara just stared as he gave it a playful swat.

"And leave that shirt in the kitchen," said Giovanni. Rachel just smiled and undid one of the two buttons that was still closed.

"Um, excuse me," said Barbara, who followed Rachel. She felt out of her depth. This woman was clearly fucking all these guys, and maybe more than one at a time. She knew that kind of thing happened, of course. But knowing it and seeing it were two different things.

When she came into the kitchen, Rachel turned to her. Barbara tried not to look at the dark nipples poking out from pert, medium-sized breasts.

"I wanted to see if you needed any help," Barbara said.

"Getting a glass of water?" Rachel said with a smile.

"No. Like, getting out of this."

"Getting out of it? Hell, no. I am having an awesome day. I've already had like four orgasms. I lost my bets fair and square, and I'll pay them off. Though I might have thrown the last one." She winked. Barbara was flustered

"Can I," started Barbara, "could you... what were the bets?"

"Well, I heard from a girlfriend that Alexandros had amazing stamina. So I bet him I could get him to cum in twenty minutes with a blow job."

Barbara didn't know what to think of Rachel's frankness about sex. But then what she had said registered. "Wait, you lost?" Her husband could only handle about ten minutes of oral before he lost it.

Rachel nodded. "That boy is a treasure, let me tell you. It's like fucking the Energizer bunny. Anyway, I doubled down a few times and here I am, slave to their sexual whims." But she was grinning as she said it. "Speaking of which," she said as she undid the last button and shrugged the blouse off. Barbara blinked at the slim body and neatly shaved pubic hair.

Then she leaned against the counter and crossed her arms under her breasts. Barbara forced herself to focus on the woman's eyes. She wouldn't have said she was prudish, but having another woman standing casually in front of her while fully naked was startling.

"All the guys are great in bed," said Rachel with a grin. "You should try it."

"Uh, I couldn't. I'm married." Like that was the only thing that would stop her from having sex with four guys all day long.

Rachel raised her eyebrows. "Your husband is gone a lot, I hear."

"I think you're more their speed," said Barbara.

Rachel leaned forward. "They're all a little in love with you. I can tell by the way they talk about you."

Barbara was startled. "What do they say?"

Rachel laughed. "It's all in the tone. Oh, Baaarbara is coming over. She's so cool" she said in a singsong tone, clasping her hands in front of her. Barbara couldn't help but giggle a bit at the impression, but she liked that they thought of her as cool and one of the gang. "Seriously! If you flashed those guys a bit of tit, you'd have them eating out of your hand. Or just eating you out."

When Barbara said nothing, Rachel shrugged, making her bare breasts quiver. "Your loss. But it's time for me to get back to the fun."

Barbara, a bit stunned, followed her as she walked out, trying not to gape at the sexy ass. Antonio gave it a swat as she delivered his water.

"What took you two so long?" he asked.

"I was trying to convince Barbata to join in the fun."

Barbara started to object, but then the guys looked at her. And she saw what Rachel meant. There was lust in their eyes that she hadn't really let herself see before. She felt her pussy moisten as the four very handsome men looked at her.

"You are always welcome to have fun with us," said Alexandros gently. "We could all know each other better." She thought about what Rachel had said about him and blushed again.

"I think I had better go," she said nervously.

"But you have broken my heart," said Demetrios. She smiled and turned toward the door, suddenly conscious of the tight jeans she was wearing.

As she left the living room, she heard Giovanni say, "Rachel, get on all fours." That night, curious about what Rachel was experiencing, she looked up group sex porn. She could see how it would be exciting. But she was happily married and that was that.

But when she decided to go to the rental again a few days later, she thought of Rachel's comment and put on a scoop-necked shirt and shorts. It wouldn't hurt to be flirty; she had to admit she was flattered the guys thought her attractive. I mean, they were college guys; she was more than a decade older!

"We thought we had scared you off with our sexy day," said Demetrios when he opened the door.

She smiled. "Oh, I know you guys are breaking hearts all over. That's what college is for!" But she was putting on a brave face; she was still, she had to admit, a bit scandalized. Maybe she was a little prudish now. The thought was a little alarming. Soon she'd be yelling at kids to get off her lawn. I'm not that person, she thought. They call me the cool landlord!

Maybe that was why, as she relaxed into a stoned daze, she let them ask personal questions about married life. Is it true that sex becomes boring when you get married? It gets familiar. Is it true you don't have sex as often? Yes. Did she miss having sex with her husband when he was away? God, yes. Did they just have sex all day when he was home? No, but that was a good idea. Had she ever cheated on him? No, of course not. Had he cheated on her? No. They were faithful to each other. Did she ever do a strip tease for him? She giggled from the pot and said no more questions. They had made her a little horny.

"We have something for you," said Alexandros.

"Oh, you guys are so sweet," she said sleepily. She roused herself as he went and got two bottles.

"You are always so curious about our countries," he said. "We decided to share some wine with you. We are going to have a little competition."

"You guys and your bets."

"It is easy. You tell us which one you like and whoever loses has to sing the national anthem of the other one."

She struggled to sit up straight as Alexandros poured her a glass of the first bottle.

"This is ouzo," he said. She took a sip and started coughing.

"That is strong stuff."

"Yes," he said. "But it gets easier as you drink more." She finished the small glass.

"This is grappa," said Giovanni, pouring her a clear liquid. It was also wickedly strong.

"I think I like the ouzo better," she said. Alexandros smiled and clapped Giovanni on the back.

"No, no. She must try them in tbe other order to be sure." She started to wave them off but relented when Giovanni persisted.

She still preferred the ouzo, and she laughed with everyone else at Giovanni's chagrined face. Then clapped and cheered as he sang the Greek anthem and Alexandros put his arm around him and joined in.

Everyone was still in a good mood when Alexandros sat down by her. She expected him to swing his arm around her and ease his hand down to her chest. But instead he leaned forward a bit.

"Barbara," he said, "you have become a good friend to us."

"Aw," she cooed. She was feeling the liquor now, and combined with the pot she was feeling more than a little loopy.

"We want to make a bet with you."

She grinned. The guys had never included her in their games, and she felt a surge of pride that they considered her part of their inner circle. "What bet?"

"It is very simple. If you can finish the bottle of ouzo, we will all take our shirts off. If you can't, you take off your shirt."

Even drunk and stoned, that gave her pause. That was a big deal, she thought. But was it, really? It would be no different than wearing a bathing suit. It wasn't as if she was wearing lingerie. She also knew she could win. She had been a partier in college, and she thought of the four guys shirtless. And she knew if she said no, they'd just consider her a prim American.

She probably never would have said no. Her inhibitions had gone out the window by the second glass. But it did give her pause. What would her husband have said? Well, he lost his chance to object when he left for another few weeks.

"Deal," she said. She laughed at their stunned faces. Alexandros poured her another glass. She was through that one and half the next when Barbara realized her mistake. She had been a partier, true, but that was more than a decade ago. And she was very stoned. She couldn't do it.

The guys all cheered. She was slow to realize why. She swallowed hard. "I hope you're not expecting sexy underwear," she slurred. She began to untuck her shirt but she couldn't manage it in her state sitting down. Somehow she managed to stand up and peel off her shirt.

The guys whistled and clapped, and she flushed.

"So beautiful!" Giovanni yelled.

Then Alexandros said something in Greek to Demetrios who shrugged, pulled off his shirt, and began to pull his pants down.

She was sobering up quickly. "Uh, what's going on?" Even as she nervously tried to figure out what was happening, she noticed how muscular his naked body was and how his dick promised to be long and thick when he was hard.

"We had a side bet," said Alexandros. "I bet him that I could get you to take off your shirt. Loser has to swim 20 laps naked." She was stunned.

"You made a bet out of me taking off my clothes?"

"Just your shirt," he said.

She couldn't believe it. It made her feel... well, she didn't know exactly. Offended somehow, but also fluttery.

"Come watch with us," said Alexandros. Still dazed from seeing Demetrios strip and the pot and booze, she dumbly followed the guys out. She noticed Demetrios had a firm ass.

The guys hooted and hollered at him as he jumped into the pool. She couldn't help but notice how athletic he looked. No wonder Rachel had enjoyed herself so much.

After a couple laps, Alexandros leaned over to her. "He is handsome, yes?" She nodded.

"Would you like to see those two in the pool, too?" She looked at Giovanni and Antonio, laughing at their friend and cheering him on. She imagined their naked bodies. Her mind still reeling from the drugs, she slowly nodded. Alexandros leaned closer.

"There is another side bet." She turned to look at him. "Whoever gets you to take off your shorts, the others have to join Demetrios."

Alcohol coursed through her body, and her head was still foggy from the pot. She didn't even go through the same internal dialog.

"I'll do it if you join them."

"I win again," he said to the others. They turned and looked at her. She started giggling as she saw their eager faces. Without getting up, she unbuttoned her shorts and pushed them down her legs.