This Might Get Messy

"Hi, I'm here to use your bedroom," said Meri as she stood in the doorway to my house.

I was well aware of the plan. Despite that, she seemed hangdog about showing up on my stoop and having to ring the bell to be let in by me in order to engage in a tryst. It was all the more awkward because the tryst was not with me, but with the two young brothers from across the street. Her curt sentence -- to the point, devoid of pleasantries -- told me all I needed to know. She was not proud of her choice. She was driven to do this by some internal compulsion. She wanted as little interaction with me as possible. She was hoping that I wouldn't even acknowledge that I know her.

I know who she is. I know what she was there for. I know her secret.

I decided to play to her weakness. It wasn't kind of me and I'm not proud of it either.

"Oh, hi Meri!" I said, loudly and genially. She almost shuttered at the sound of her name and I detected a darting sideways glance to see if anyone was around to hear me say it.

She stepped in hastily, almost landing on my toes.

"Hi," she said, reluctantly.

Her red hair brought out the blush of her cheek. She was embarrassed. She was wearing tight jeans and a black V-neck t-shirt. Her oversized, dark sunglasses -- the kind movie stars wear in order to remain inconspicuous -- looked downright comical on her and, if anything, would draw more attention to her, not less. She was dressed very casually, even understated, except for her fancy, black leather, strappy high heels.

"Why don't you come in?" I said, getting out of her way as she was already inside. "Can I offer you anything? A seltzer? Coffee? Glass of wine?"

"No, no thank you," she said. She was also nervous.

"Something to eat?"

She wasn't there for tea and crumpets. She was there to get fucked and fucked good by two boys less than half her age. She was eager. She was guilty. She was sneaking around behind her husband's back. I knew this because, at the very same time that I was letting her into my house for her mid-day delights, Lo was arriving at her house, seducing her husband.

Her timorous greeting was surprising, given how bold and confident she appeared the last time I saw her at the backyard luncheon that Lo and I hosted for her to meet the brothers. That day she came in with all the confidence and certitude of a seasoned hunter in search of prey. Her self-assured airs were, perhaps, her most attractive feature. But now, in the glare of the noonday sun, deprived of young men for whom she turned on the charm, she appeared to me completely transformed. She was a middle-aged suburban mother of three. A woman of my own generation. She and I could have been in high school together. Back then she would have been the belle of the ball, the prom queen, Ms. Popularity. But now I could see she was desperate to preserve her youth, in spirit and in appearance. She feared the ravages of the next twenty-five years. She hated with a fierce passion the thief who would slowly, methodically, persistently steal from her her most treasured possession -- her looks. That accursed Thief Time! -- whom Botox cannot keep out, Silicone and Saline cannot evade, and lifts only delays but fails to destroy. In that moment, I felt great pity for her. I could understand her completely and compassionately. Weren't we both in the same predicament?

Yes, it may be true, as I've often heard women remark with bitterness, that men grow more attractive with age. Whenever they observe that fact, they never fail to add that it is supremely unfair to women. Yet, Time steals from us all that which we most covet. For me, it is my mental acumen and creative powers. Each time I fail to recall just the right word in a sentence -- whether while speaking or writing -- I suffer as greatly as Meri when she discovers another age spot or laugh line.

She had aged, and pretty well too for a mother of three boys, but she felt as if Time had stolen more than her prized looks. It had stolen from her twenty-five years of opportunity. For twenty-five years she had remained faithful to her husband. For twenty-five years she had settled for mediocre sex (at best) and the life of suburban ennui. She felt as if she had been sleepwalking through life and now, her kids grown and nearly out of the house, COVID bearing down on us all, the threat of sickness and death imminent, she had finally awoken from her long slumber.

Though she began her affair with Lola prior to the outbreak of the global pandemic, it probably was the events of 2020 that steeled her resolve. The news reporters announced that COVID was a threat to "the elderly," and then it was people over sixty-five. But then they reduced it to fifty-five. And finally, people over fifty shouldn't fly. In Meri's mind that was a threat to other people. Old people. Until it set in with a vengeance, "Oh, wait. I'm in that category. I'm over fifty! I'm one of the ones at 'elevated risk.'"

That little thought, that snippet of data, that thread of realization circulated her psyche like a bit of programming virus through a computer, infecting all of the cognitive functions slowly, unnoticed, until eventually, one day, she had made up her mind that if she was mortal and the winter of her life was in sight, then she was going to live out her autumn to the fullest.

The immediate result of that was her here, in my house, staring at me, her contemporary and, perhaps also, in her mind, her rival. I didn't view her that way. But she may have viewed me as such. She also may have been irritated by the fact that though I was her own age, my partner was the young and lovely Lola -- her lover -- while her husband was also in his fifties. If, as I often say, Lola keeps me young, maybe she felt that her husband keeps her old. At the very least, he was a constant reminder of her fading youth.

"I think you know where the bedroom is," I said to her, seeing as how she was cool to my hospitality. "Feel free to use the master bath."

She looked at me and struggled to form a small smile. But her eyes expressed a question that she couldn't bring her mouth to articulate.

"Oh, I'll make myself scarce so you can let the boys in." I emphasized the word "boys" just slightly.

She seemed both appreciative and perturbed.

I opened the closet to take out my jacket since there was an autumnal chill in the air that morning.

Before I left, she plucked up the courage to say, "HH, I know what you're thinking."

"That makes one of us," I replied. "What am I thinking?"

"You think I'm a terrible person. You think that I'm an adulterer and a whore for wanting those two brothers. And who knows what else," she said with a tortured expression on her face.

"I'm not thinking any of those things," I replied. I really wasn't. All of that was her projection of her own thoughts on me.

"I'm sure you are. You're just too polite to say so. Who wouldn't?"

"I don't. I'm not here to judge you or anyone."

"Well, I want you to know that. . ." She didn't know what she wanted me to know. Her sentence trailed off like a road covered by the sands of a desert.

"Meri, all I know is you're doing Lo a favor and she's doing you one in return."

Lo pulled up in the cul-de-sac and parked in front of Meri's house. Meri had told her husband Scott that she needed a day to herself. Without the option of going to the hairdresser, the spa, or the nail salon due to COVID, she needed to have some way of engaging in "self-care" and "me-time." She told her husband she craved some time away, but didn't say how she was going to spend that time.

Little did he know or even suspect that it was really "fuck-me-time" with two brothers the same age as her sons that she craved so much and how she chose to care for herself.

Knowing that Scott wouldn't object to her being out of the house, she also informed him that Lola wished to come over to use the kitchen. She would be making a meal to deliver to a friend who wasn't doing too well and Lo's kitchen wasn't big enough. The friend had a large family and Lo wanted to help out during these trying times. All of that was actually true, except it conveniently left out the ulterior motive which was to seduce Scott in order to provide Meri with a clear conscience. If you ask me, that was not the way to clear her conscience. My guess is that her unconscious had ulterior motives, one of which was to have her man fuck Lo. Another of which may have been to prove to Lo how terribly awful Scott is in bed in order that Lo wouldn't judge Meri harshly for wanting to fuck the brothers. Her motivations remain murky, but this was the plan.

Lo was assured that the three boys would be out of the house when she arrived that Sunday morning and only Scott would be home to receive her. Wearing her turquoise pumps and a cute matching dress, Lo practically skipped into the house when Scott opened the door for her. The contrast between Meri's skulking and Lo's bright, cheerful, perky personality couldn't have been more stark.

Lo carried some ingredients in a paper shopping bag and passed them to Scott at the door, saying, "I just can't wait to make use of this kitchen! It's enormous! I'm so envious."

Scott wasn't used to this sort of feminine energy in his house. He was enchanted by Lo's Manic Pixie Dream Girl persona. Who wouldn't be? Lo began talking a mile a minute.

"I have so many plans for this meal. Will you help me make it? Are you busy? Am I interrupting something? I hope not. I'm making it for a friend who's not feeling well and she has four kids. You can relate, right? By the way, where are your boys today? I don't see them around. I hope I didn't scare them off."

Scott was about to answer each question, but Lo just steamrolled to the next sentence. He was left speechless.

"This might get messy," said Lo, "I don't want to ruin this dress. Do you mind if I change out of it? Do you have a kitchen apron I can wear? Oh, I see one right there," she said in rapid fire, going towards the door with a hook on the back where the apron hung. She grabbed it, draped it over a chair, and then slipped out of her dress. She had on no bra. All she wore was her blue satin panties with lace frills. "You don't mind if I change in front of you, do you? I hear you've already seen me naked. And you saw me sunbathing in your backyard, so it's not like it's anything new. There," she said, putting the apron on over her bare breasts, "done. Now, are you interested in helping me? You can beat the eggs. Here, let me show you. Do you have a lot of experience in the kitchen? Probably not, with Meri here. She's fabulous. You know, she told me you'd be willing to do anything I ask. Is that right?"

Lo readily enlisted him to assist her.

"Here, move the whisk in this motion," she said, grabbing his wrist and guiding it, using the same motion that she would use to jack him off.

For the most part, he made a halfway decent sous-chef. They made a quiche, a soup, and they were in the middle of preparing the ingredients for a cake when Lo, slightly frustrated that Scott had not made any moves on her yet, "accidentally" spilled the flour on him.

"Oh my! I'm so clumsy! I'm sorry! Let's get you right out of those clothes. You look like a ghost." She reached for his shirt and helped him to unbutton it. He didn't resist. She went for his pants and unbuckled his belt. He didn't resist. She unzipped the fly. He didn't resist. She dropped them to his ankles. While she was down on her knees, she looked up at him, her mouth slightly agape. There was finally a pause to all her chatter. They looked at each other -- she from below up, him from above, down.

"Should we get you out of these too?" Lo asked while gently pulling down his boxers. He didn't resist.

Lo was supremely curious to see just how small his member was and, though she had been fully warned ahead of time by Meri, she still was shocked by the diminutive size of it. It was truly a micropenis. Lo thought to herself that her own clit is probably larger than his prick.

Nevertheless, there it was. Erect? She wondered. Only one way to find out. She lifted her mouth to it and took it between her lips the way she would if she were teasing Meri's clit. She used the tip of her tongue to flip and lick it. It grew, but only slightly. He was nervous. She could tell by his shallow breathing.

"Do you like?" she asked when she took her mouth off his clit for a moment, looking up at him.

He could hardly speak.

She took his small balls in her mouth from below. She teased and tickled them with her tongue as well.

She removed her mouth and looked up at him once again. "Do you want to fuck me?"

She stood up and dropped the apron, revealing her breasts. She kissed him on the mouth. He had to hunch over to reach her since their height difference was so great. She grabbed his left hand with her right and placed it on her right breast for him to fondle it.

"Do you want to fuck me?" she repeated again as she slid out of her satin panties.

"Y-Y-Y-Yes," he stammered. "But. . . Meri. But, I'm m-m-m-married. I can't. . ."

Before he could finish his sentence, Lo put her index finger to his lips to shush him.

"Don't worry," she whispered seductively. "Meri knows. I told Meri how much I have wanted to fuck you since the first time I laid eyes on you." She lied. "She gave me permission." This revelation wasn't in the plan. It was a last resort in case just this sort of conflicted Scott presented an impediment to their scheme.

He looked startled. Confused. He had lived a faithful, monogamous life with Meri. Their marriage had been the picture of domestic decorum, so he thought. Where did this come from? He surmised that it was his fault. He attributed it to the night he and Meri read the blog together and he fucked Meri from behind while looking at Lola's pics on the computer.

"Do you want to fuck me?" Lo repeated.

"Yes," he finally admitted, "but not here. The boys might come home at any minute."

He led her to the master bedroom.

"The boys might come home at any minute." The phrase was echoing in her head as he walked in front of her. This made no sense to her. She was promised they wouldn't be home.

"Where are they?" she asked before they got upstairs to the bedroom.

"Meri asked them to do some errands."

"Errands? Like what?" Lo needed to know. She needed to calculate how much time they had together.

"Taking the trash to the dump, shopping, bringing her clothes to the cleaners. That sort of stuff."

"When did they leave?"

"About a half hour before you got here. Why?"

"Just curious," said Lo.

They entered the bedroom. To be very honest, Lo did not find Scott attractive at all. But Lo does find the power to seduce a married man, especially a man married to a woman as sexy as Meri, very attractive.

Meri was doing Lo a favor by redirecting the brother's sexual attention from Lo to her. Though Lo has used the boys for their perpetual pumping prowess during the strict restrictions of COVID, when her usual prowling about for pleasure was severely curtailed, and though they have used her like a 24/7 drive-thru window, Lo had grown bored and tired of being the living sex-doll for the siblings. Spread legs, pump hard, fill 'er up, repeat. But she didn't want to leave them high-and-dry when social interaction had been so reduced due to COVID protocols and the strict, watchful eye of their doting mother, who didn't allow them out of the house or to have visitors over, with the exception of going to see Lo. Meri seemed to be the perfect wet stream into which to channel their virile energies.

For Meri, these two handsome youths provided a more acceptable outlet for her overflowing and irrepressible gravitation toward young boys. And not only was there one willing wanker, but two! Each, roughly the same ages as her sons.

The two brothers arrived at our doorstep at the appointed time. Meri, now dressed in a black satin robe, barely long enough to cover her ass, greeted them at the door. Thanks to Lo's preparations, they knew that they would be met by her and not me or Lola.

They were eager to have this MILF, especially after hearing Lo's rave reviews of Meri's sexual abilities. Meri, for her part, was overwhelmed by their youthful good looks, their innocent smiles, their sibling resemblance, their trim and V-shaped torsos that had not yet fully grown into the frames of full-fledged men. To say she was wet with the anticipation of seeing them both nude, together, standing intensely at attention and desirous of her would be understating it.

She led them to the bedroom, allowing them to enjoy the teasing revelations that her robe afforded them from behind. Once she had let them in the bedroom and closed the door behind her, her demeanor suddenly changed from friendly and salivating over her prospects to stern and commanding. "Strip," she said with authority.

The boys were not used to this tone, but they hastily obeyed, unbuttoning their shirts and removing their pants until they stood before Meri without a shred of clothing on either of them.

Meri liked what she saw. Not only were they fit, with abs as rippled and firm as a washboard, but they were hung like she hadn't seen in a long time, except in porn. Each of them possessed a cock that, even when flaccid, as they were then standing naked before her, displayed a girth and length that was very impressive. She was eager to see just how much those cocks would impress when aroused.

Now that they were naked, she slowly removed her satin robe, revealing a black lace bra and matching black lace panties underneath.

"Lie down and lie back," she ordered. The two boys got on the bed -- the bed I share with Lola, just to be clear -- and she got between them. She grabbed a cock in each hand and began stroking up and down. "Let Mommy make you feel better," she said to them, revealing her kink to them. They responded with enthusiasm.

Lo calculated that this had to be quick and dirty. Naked, she climbed up on the bed and remained on all fours, looking back over her shoulder at Scott as she said, "Fuck me."

He approached the side of the bed. He was very tall. His cock was aligned with Lo's pussy, but it was too small. He made a few thrusting movements and Lo looked over her shoulder again and said, "Good. Now fuck me."

"I am fucking you," Scott said.

Lo couldn't feel it.

"Get in there. Give it to me," she said.

He thrust harder. She felt nothing but the slap of his fat pelvis on her round ass.

"Fuck my ass," she said, hoping she might get more stimulation that way.

"Really?" he asked in disbelief.

"Yes. Fuck me. I need it."

She could feel him doing something back there, but whatever it was, it didn't feel like he was penetrating her any more in her ass than he had in her puss.

She didn't want to make him feel as inadequate as he was, so she gave in and began to moan. "Yeah," she said, long and drawn out, "that's it. Fuck my ass. Oh yeah. I love to feel cock in my ass. Do you like my ass? Am I tight?"

Scott only managed to make a few grunting noises.

"Slap it."

Scott slapped her right ass cheek.

"Harder."

He complied.

"Yes. I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum. You're making me cum in my ass," she said, lying all the way.

Suddenly she felt his warm jizz all over her. She pulled forward, turned around rapidly, opened her mouth and took his small, wet pud between her lips, rolling her tongue over it, licking it clean.

He immediately fell into the bed like a giant sequoia toppling to the earth.

"Holy shit!" he said. "Lola."

And without any other comment, he promptly began to snore lightly.

The whole affair, from the moment they entered the bedroom to his collapsing, was less than five minutes. Lo knew because she was keenly aware of the time, afraid that they would get caught in the act when the boys came home.