2 comments/ 32561 views/ 5 favorites The Tenants By: EuropaSpins Anne was not the kind of woman that had ever been ignored. She hadn't dated a lot in high school but after turning 25 she had changed. Her views on men and sex became less rigid and the men around her seemed to know it. Her husband had pursued her with a determination that he learned from his working class father, along with an inability to keep her happy either sexually or romantically. After 10 years the marriage was over. Anne took her small son and bought a two-family flat in a part of the city known for gays and artists. The months went by and she became immersed in neighborhood block parties and weekends trading the little boy back and forth with his father. Her latest set of renters was two boys from the local college. They didn't seem inclined to party and she knew that while one of them was pre-med the other remained a mystery. They were both tall good-looking young men with broad shoulders and chiseled chins. Anne's sister had raised her eyebrows the first time she saw them shirtless, washing Anne's car in the driveway. "Wow, is this you're lucky day or what?" She murmured as they walked onto the porch, coffee cups in hand. "Oh yea, those two are always doing that. I think my car embarrasses them. Can't complain, now can I?" Her eyes sparkled and she laughed. "So where are the 18 year old bimbos that should be hanging all over these two?" She questioned. "I give up, you tell me. David, the one with the dark hair, told me he doesn't have time for 'little girls'. Sounds like some prom queen burned him recently. Scott, the redhead said that the college queens weren't 'quite what he had in mind'." Anne laughed but her face turned slightly pink. She'd remembered the conversation well. Those comments had been followed by her nervous chuckle and the intent looks of both the boys at her. She'd tried not to notice that Scott had a tendency to watch her every move and David regularly gave her piercing looks. Karen turned around and handed her cup to Anne. "I see. Well my darling, I'd say you know how to pick 'em. Because that's two sets of raging hormones or I'm not a walkin' talkin' female." She wiggled her eyebrows and waved as she headed toward her car. "Let me know how it goes!" Anne resisted the urge to throw a wet sponge at her sisters retreating back. "Very funny smart ass." She called. "And THAT's not MY cup of tea either and you know it." She could hear laugher as she drove away. "Annie, you need to put some wax on this car some day you know." David tossed a sponge back in the bucket as he approached her. "But it's too hot to try it today. Maybe later tonight when the sun has gone down some we could wax it." David was a tall; broad shouldered 22 year old. Annie squinted in the sun and looked up at him, aware that she hadn't bothered to put on a bra and was wearing a knit exercise shirt that left little to the imagination. She crossed her arms over her chest automatically blocking his view of her hardening nipples. David was not hard to look at, black hair covered his chest and tapered down to shorts that were wet with sweat and soapy water. Anne thought vaguely that it wasn't possible that boys--no men--his age could look so perfect. It didn't seem like they had when she was 22. "I know David. It's another thing I'll get around to. Right after I mow the backyard and clean the gutters. All of the joys of landlording over you two hardworking student----Hey!" She spluttered as a spray of water hit her in the chest. She could hear Scott's laughter on the other side of the car as he soaked she and David both with the hose. David grabbed her around the waist and pulled her out of range of the spray. "Scott you moron! Turn that thing off!" David laughed and reached around Anne for the bucket, tossing soap and contents at Scott's head. Another spray of water reached them both and Anne found herself dripping wet, spluttering, trying to wriggle out of David's arms while he held on, basically forcing her backside into the spray. "Alright, alright, both of you, knock if off…Children PLEASE" Anne turned from David to run full force into Scott. Scott was built like wall of bricks, as tall as David he spent so much time in the gym that Anne often thought him muscle bound. It wasn't unattractive on him but she'd never seen a man up close with that sort of physique. "Ommphhh. Jesus. Scott, I think I'm hurt." She laughed shakily as she pulled back only to find David right behind her, handing the bucket over her shoulder to Scott. He was close, very close. She could feel the heat coming off his skin. It felt nearly like they had her sandwiched between them. A tingle shot up her spine like a warning shot. Confusion muddled her along with her own raised body temperature. "Children?" Scott's brown eyes looked down at her. "Gosh Annie, I haven't been called a child since I was 19. That would be about four years ago. Right Dave?" He didn't look at David but kept her pinned with his stare and accepted the bucket from David without moving his arm to allow her around him and away from the two of them. "Me either Scott. I'd say our Annie's been spending too much time at soccer games with 12 year olds and with 50-year old school teachers. Maybe she needs a night out with 'men'" He emphasized the word and bumped his arm against hers, dragging his skin past her breast as he continued the hand off to Scott. "Annie, my love. We are buying you dinner tonight. Don't argue." Scott bent his head down so they were nearly nose to nose, "One of the only bad habits you have…" David finished the sentence, his breath in her left ear. "Is that you never shut up." Anne blinked and tilted her head up slightly, then back away from Scott, effective pushing David's mouth closer to her ear. She stood stunned as both men smiled. She could see Scott's eyes getting darker. He was looking at her, but not in her eyes, instead at her mouth. Without thinking she wet her lips and took a breath to speak. David's lips pushed against her ear "No arguments Annie. You need to get out. You gave us a break on the rent last month. Let us do this for you." His voice was a deep blanket, coating her thoughts. "I—" Scott touched a finger against her lips and her eyes widened. This was getting out of hand. "No arguments, Annie!" He said firmly. Anne's eyes narrowed and she slid from between the two tall men and headed for the house. Aware of her shorts sticking to her and the fact that she hadn't bothered to put on underwear this morning after crawling out of bed. She walked stiffly to the door, calling over her shoulder, "I'm busy tonight, boys. Got a date." David and Scott were both watching her walk away. They reminded her of two giant cats ready to pounce. The door slammed behind her and she turned the key in the lock. Usually she left the door open so they could find her if they needed her but right now she wanted time to think. She didn't know why she'd said she had a date; it wasn't like her to lie. But the overwhelming presence of the two young men outside the door had made her skittish. What on earth were they thinking? Not only was she their landlord but she was nearly old enough to be their mother. Somehow, those two very masculine bodies that admittedly were nothing like boys; she didn't feel very maternal. Annie hid the rest of the day, puttering nervously around the house and finally escaping to the mall when both David and Scott disappeared in the afternoon. She found herself buying stockings and a dress as if she did have a date. Maybe it would be better to let them think she was going out. They had to get this idea that she was some kind of wallflower that needed them to show her a good time out of their heads, once and for all. After indulging herself in a long hot bath and washing her hair, she started giving herself a pedicure, picking outrageous lingerie out to go under her dress and laughing at the fact that no one would see her bright red toes or her scarlet bra and panties. After 30 minutes applying make up she normally didn't wear she scrubbed her face and started over with a cleaner look. Sighing she looked in the mirror "Face it Anne, you just aren't the glamorous type." "Talking to yourself?" Anne let out a shriek at the sound of David's voice from the doorway. She was standing with a silk kimono open over her lingerie. "What in the HELL are you doing here, David?" Her voice went from squeal to amazement as she looked at David. He was dressed in a double-breasted suit, with a rose in his hand. "You gave me the key Annie. Remember?" His gaze roamed over her, taking in the glimpse of breast peeking out over the top of the demi bra. "David! Put your eyes BACK where they belong please." She grabbed the robe and closed it around her. "Now, look," Anne walked across the bathroom and pushed David out of the doorway talking rapid fire. "I don't know what you two are up to but this will not work. I've got a social life and I don't need to be den mother to two college studen—" Her voice trailed off as she got to the living room. Scott was leaning against the couch, a rose in his hand as well, dressed to the nines. "My, my. I don't know what to say." She looked from one to the other. "You both look just good enough to eat. BUT, I have somewhere to go. If you'll excuse me." As she turned Scott glanced at his watch. "Yea Annie, you do. And you've got 15 minutes before David and I come in that bedroom and haul your cute buns out to go to dinner. So move." Anne stood in the bedroom doorway her mouth open, staring at Scott and then at David. Both of them waited with arms over their chests, glaring at her. "Cmon Annie. We want to do this. Have pity on us. We've been planning this for a month." David ground the words out like he expected her to argue and was ready to do battle. Anne looked closely at both of them and tried to think. What harm could it do. She hadn't been out on a Saturday night in months it seemed. And the two good looking men in her living room were both charming. They had never been anything but gentlemen with her until now. Sure there had been looks but no groping. Nothing she could consider a hassle. "Annie?" Scott still looked ready to grab her and throw her over his shoulder. "Alright, for pity's sake. But I get dessert with this dinner right?" She tried to lighten the mood and treat it like they were all friends going out. That was the way it would be of course. "Oh I think I can guarantee dessert." David laughed a deep-throated chuckle. Annie felt a hot wave go across her belly. "You can even have seconds if you want…" She turned and walked into the bedroom feeling slightly wary. She wondered if that sexual innuendo were imagined or real. Kicking the door half closed, she moved to the closet and pulled out her dress, wondering again if it were too tight, too much of a little black nothing. She slipped it over her head and tugged it down over the black spandex half slip and thigh high stockings. Hoping it didn't show the outline of her panties. "Need help with that zipper?" Anne kept pulling the dress down and frowned at Scott from the doorway. "You know, you two keep turning up in unusual places like my bedroom. And no, the dress doesn't' have a zipper. Behave yourself."" She decided to treat this like she would if one of her ex husbands' friends got out of line. Not make a big deal out of it and try not to overreact. "Well yea, it does have a zipper you know." Scott moved into the room and slowly lifted her right arm up, his head bent down above her breast. "See, one of those inside jobs. Right here." His long fingers slid inside the black dress and slowly tugged the hidden zipper up. Anne watched him, holding her breath. His fingers brushed her nipple carefully as he pulled his hand away. "There you go. All set." His voice was on a low purr by the time he finished. Ann felt like she'd been burned through the fabric. "Well thanks." Her own voice sounded low and husky to her ears. Ann looked at him carefully. "So tell me Scott, how did you manage to find a suit that would fit you through the shoulders? I'm a little surprised." She tried to make casual conversation but was watching Scott's bulk move under the black suit that was fitted to his form. "Bought it for a wedding this summer. Do you think it fits?" He tugged self consciously at the jacket. Anne moved behind him and couldn't resist the urge to smooth the linen over his shoulders. "It's perfect Scott. Fits like a glove." Her fingers trailed across his back pressing into him. She jerked her hand back. This was getting a little intense. Scott moved to put his arm around her waist. "Cmon David, let's get her out of here before she changes her mind." The next thing she knew she was sitting in a restaurant, in a dark corner, wedged carefully between David and Scott, both of them sitting so close their shoulders brushed hers. The conversation flowed as fast as the wine and Anne soon relaxed and forgot that she was with two men nearly half her age. Scott and David asked question after question about her marriage, where she grew up, what her favorite color was. And then got into a minor dispute over who knew the most about her. "No, Dave it's strawberry. She only eats that chocolate stuff if she has nuts with it. Right? Scott turned to Ann. "You are arguing about what my favorite flavor of ice cream is Scott. I think we need to quit with the wine." "No we aren't arguing. You eat chocolate with nuts when you've been for a run and you think you can get away with the calories. Which means IT is your favorite." David said decisively as he poured more wine into her glass. Ann started laughing at his analysis. "Going to be a shrink David? Because you are really to close on that one." "Yea but she eats dark chocolate when she bails out on a date and doesn't get laid. Personally, I usually drink scotch when that happens. Go figure." Anne's mouth fell open. Scott was right on the money with his assessment and he knew it. But rather than passing judgment he seemed to know how she felt. "Well gentlemen, lately when I don't get 'laid' as you put it, it's because I choose NOT to. The choices aren't very good you know." Anne shrugged and let the warmth of the wine and the buzz in her ears and relax her guard. What difference did it make if they knew the truth? They were both over 21. "We know Annie. We saw you toss the guy out a couple of weeks ago with his dick hanging out of his pants. That was pretty damned funny. What a scumbag." Scott laughed. "Yea and before that there was that short swarthy looking guy. He's the one who laughed at your paint job in the entry hall. What a wise ass." David shook his head. "Then there was that big dumb jock from the soccer club. I saw him chest gazing you at the game. What was his IQ? About 25?" Scott continued shaking his head. "You don't lack for dates Annie, you just lack for gentleman!" David added. Anne leaned back and crossed her legs, swinging one shoe off under the table she looked from David to Scott. "Yea well when you two clowns find a gentlemen in this great desert of divorced and unattractive men you let me know. Besides, all those guys are looking for wife material. And I'm not wife material. Ask my ex husband. He can tell you. I have a house and a job. I don't need a husband or a keeper." She laughed and took another drink. "Good sex would be nice. But I've survived this long without a vibrator." "Why?" David and Scott asked in unison. "What do you mean why? Why have bad sex. No sex is better than bad sex. Although being men you probably wouldn't agree. After all you guys ALWAYS get lucky. It's not like that for women." Anne added aware that she would regret this conversation tomorrow and was giving out too much information. "No Annie. What's wrong with using a toy? Why not?" David's eyebrows creased and he looked puzzled. Anne laughed and reached up and rubbed the line out of his forehead with her finger "Don't think so hard. There's nothing wrong with toys David. Toys are more fun with a skilled, caring lover. It just works better that way." "Oh you mean it feels better if someone else does it than if you do it yourself?" Scott asked the same puzzled look on his face. "Of course it does. Just ask yourself Scott, does it feel better if you touch yourself or if a woman touches you? Ann threw her head back and laughed. She couldn't believe she was so well versed in sex education. "Well Annie," Scott's voice dropped an octave "Now that you mention it, I think it would feel better if a woman stroked me. But I have a particular woman in mind." "You know Annie, when you make up your mind you want one thing. Then only that one thing will do."" David leaned closer and looked intently at her. "The thing is, both Scott and I want the same thing. And we've decided we know how to share. What do you think?" Anne blinked and tried to clear her head of the fog from the wine, surely she wasn't hearing this. "Welllll," She paused, sure she had misunderstood. Then she felt David's hand, or was it Scott's…trailing under her arm moving around to cup her breast. "Let me ask you something, why would two healthy 23 year old men want a woman that's 18 years older than they are? When they could have any perky little nymphet they so desired?" She raised an eyebrow trying to ignore the nipple tweaking going on under her arm. She pushed back only to feel another hand slide between her crossed legs, a warm palm grazing her thigh. "Annie, do you ever look in the mirror anymore? You don't have any idea what you look like. No 19-year-old girl is going to know what she wants. No 19-year-old girl would have tossed that big good-looking dumb jock out of her front door. Not only do you have a great rear view" Scott's voice dropped lower to a whisper "you are sexy as hell and you know what you want. And 'we' want you. Both of us. At the same time. Do I have to draw you a picture?" The hand on her thigh pushed slightly, raising her dress and easing between her legs "Besides Annie, Scott and I are good friends. We like to share everything." David looked down at her "And we think between the two of us we could satisfy you. And ourselves. As a matter of fact we know it." Scott motioned to the waiter and Annie allowed herself to be escorted slightly dazed back to David's truck. She hadn't thought about why they insisted on David driving until she realized it put her between the two of them again. Wedged against two strong thighs, she was silent, thinking on the way home. "You get the door man, I'll make the coffee. I think Annie needs some time. Kick your shoes off Annie, get comfortable." Anne sank down on the couch in Scott and David's flat, and automatically kicked her heels to the side, curling her legs under her. She watched David flip on the CD player and move to light a few candles. "So how long has this, uhm, idea been in your heads?" She accepted the hot cup of coffee Scott handed her black and sweet, the way she normally drank it. "You guys don't miss a thing do you?" She sipped carefully. "Since maybe two weeks after we moved in. I bet Scott five bucks you'd throw the jock out. That's what started it." David admitted, reaching under her and pulling her legs out to prop them on his lap in the floor. Anne watched him feeling slightly removed from her own body as if she were someone else. "I knew he'd win. But it took you longer than I thought it would to get rid of him. He was inside at least 10 minutes longer than I expected." Scott sat on the couch next to her and pulled her around to lean against his chest. David promptly moved up beside him putting Anne's legs over his own. David started and intense foot rub, ignoring him, Scott pulled Anne nearly into his lap. "You guys, hang on. I only stretch so far!" Anne wriggled back against Scott pushing David a little further away to stretch out. For some reason it felt normal to be that close to the two of them. The Tenants The following story is a work of fiction, and one of the few that I will write in the third person. It is a loving wife tale, of an adulterous wife, you can expect substantial exhibitionism, and likely some drunken shenanigans. If this is liable to offend you DON'T READ IT. To everyone else I hope you enjoy. Also please remember that unlike the real world where there are diseases and bad things this is fiction or FANTASY and people can safely be dirty, kind of like the 60's and 70's lol. Jessica wasn't the type of girl to get drunk, or party. She had been raised well and proper. She had gotten married young, and was pregnant at the altar. Love was never in doubt. She and Mark were deeply in love. Mark knew within a month of their short one-year courtship that she was the one, she would later confess to knowing in the first week. After five years they had a great family, only one child, but a house, and a nice life. Money was never plentiful, but never too tight. It was true they never traveled, but neither smoked nor drank and they both drove small economical cars. They decided to buy a multi family house for extra income. They took out a second mortgage using equity they had built up and made the down payment. Not long afterwards there was a fire in their home, and they had to move into a vacant apartment in the multi, while the insurance figured out the repairs. The multi had six units and wasn't in the greatest part of town, but it generated a healthy income even if one or two of the units were empty. Initially there were two vacancies, in the two months they had owned it they had cleared and re-rented four of the six units. They moved into the only vacancy they had in the building. Within a week two of the tenants moved out. Leaving two apartments empty, and theirs not generating any income. The building was set up to have two units on each floor. They were on the first floor. There was a single mother on subsidy across the hall, which had a set of stairs leading up and around connecting all the apartments. There was an apartment on the second floor rented to a couple of young guys. The third floor had one rented apartment and it was the only one that had been rented since they bought the building. The tenants were a young couple, and they had a two-year lease with the previous owner that they had paid in full. The remaining fourteen months rent had been included in the closing and had gone to Mark and Jessica as cash. Mark worked from seven until usually five at night, and their little boy had all day pre-school five days a week. Jessica would see Mark off, drive their son to school and come back to the apartment and mope. She missed their home and was lonely for the neighbors and regular faces that made her life familiar, but knew it would be probably five or six months before everything was taken care of. Mark was worrying about money with three apartments not generating income the building was costing them almost two hundred a month, where it had been generating over a thousand. It was a drizzly Monday morning when the third floor tenants called. Jessica answered the phone and the girl, Janine told her that one of the pipes in the bathroom was leaking. Jessica offered to come up and take a look at it. It had occurred to Mark and she that they didn't appear to work, but they were quiet so they didn't complain. Jessica was wearing sweatpants and a light T-shirt, she hadn't yet showered for the day and wasn't wearing a bra, but she figured she would just confirm the leak and call a plumber. She knocked on the door and the guy answered the door. "Hi." Jessica said. "I'm just going to take a look and then, I'll probably call a plumber, unless Mark thinks he can fix it." She said. At twenty-five Jessica was athletic and fit. Her breasts were firm and stayed high on her chest. Her legs were long even though she was only five foot two, and her bum was firm and round. Jessica brushed her red hair nervously back from her face and entered the apartment as Mike the young man of the house let her by. Mike and Janine were all of twenty-two years old. She could feel Mike checking her out as she walked by him. It made her uncomfortable and she hurried towards the bathroom. She noted that the apartment was not particularly clean. It wasn't filthy and there wasn't trash all over the place, but it smelled musty and was cluttered. As she neared the bathroom Janine came out of one of the two bedrooms. She was wearing a robe, and tying it as she walked. The robe was short, and pink. "The pipe's in here." Janine said. Jessica followed her into the bathroom and turned away embarrassedly when Janine crouched down by the sink and Jessica saw her bum. She was only wearing a little g-string panty. "Sorry!" Janine said. "I'm not bashful here." Janine looked back at Jessica and brushed her bleach blond hair back. "You check out the pipe, I'll throw on some shorts." Janine said and winked at Jessica. As Janine strode past her Jessica crouched down and examined the water dribbling out of the pipe. It appeared to be coming out of the underside of the faucet or something near there. "Want a beer or something?" Mike asked. He was standing behind her looking down. "Oh uh, no thanks." Jessica said trying to sound as nice as she could. It wasn't even ten AM yet! "Oh go on!" Janine said coming back out of the bedroom. "You're home alone all day right?" Janine had returned and shorts was the right word for the tiny strip of denim she had stretched over her long tan legs. As Janine leaned forward her robe gaped exposing the deep cleavage that her large breasts provided. Janine wasn't anywhere near fat, but she had curves. Her butt was round and shapely and her breast swelled deeply. If she wore a loose shirt it might appear she had a belly because of how far out her breasts held her clothes, but judging by the shorts loose clothing wasn't an issue for Janine. "No, I'm really fine honest." Jessica smiled. "It looks like if we had a wrench we could probably tighten it up does Mike have a toolbox?" Janine asked, reaching past Jessica to touch where the water trickled steadily out and ran down the length of the pipe. Doing so brought her close to Jessica and Jessica felt the heat from her body and smelled the after scent of sex. "Yes." Jessica said, thinking of Mark's big toolbox in the big closet in the pantry. It would relieve him so much if she could deal with this without having to pay a plumber, and worst-case scenario she'd simply leave out trying to fix it. She bounced happily down the stairs and returned with several wrenches. (The toolbox had been too heavy to carry) Janine again joined her in the bathroom. They conferred briefly while Mike stood back watching. With Jessica holding one wrench on one side of the pipe Janine turned another. "You sure you don't want a beer?" Janine asked. "One won't hurt you." She winked. Jessica thought she sounded a little mocking. She didn't want this girl to think she was a prude. "Alright I'll have one." Jessica said. "Great." Janine said. "Mike get us some beers." Mike seemed a little bummed to have to leave the two hot girls wrestling with the pipe. No sooner had he left than water started spraying out, drenching both Jessica and Janine. "Wrong way!" Janine cried. As the water sprayed they frantically twisted the wrenches the other way. Janine leaned way forward trying to get a good angle on her wrench causing her breasts to spill from her top. Finally the water subsided then stopped. "We did it!" Jessica said excitedly. Janine put herself back together and retied her robe. The girls stood up as Mike returned holding a cold beer out to each of them and holding one for himself. "Cheers!" Janine said and they clinked bottles. Jessica took a sip as Janine and she headed out towards the kitchen. Janine had gathered the wrenches and set the on the counter. She leaned against the cabinets as Jessica entered the room. 'The beer wasn't bad.' Jessica thought as she turned the corner into the kitchen. She reached down and tugged her soaked shirt away from her body. "Are you alone all day?" Janine asked. She watched as the wet shirt settled back onto her redheaded landlady's chest. Her nipples were cold and wet and jutted through the flimsy T-shirt material. She knew Mike must be getting quite a show. "You should cum up here, we just hang out most day's, but it's still company." "Thanks." Jessica said. "Despite the apartment and lack of modesty Janine had Jessica kind of liked her. She also felt a little rebellious drinking the beer. "You're soaked, you wanna borrow a shirt." Janine said. "I should head down after this and put the tools away." Jessica said. "No!" Janine said. She had been sizing Jessica up, and thought she could have some real fun with the landlord's wife. She could tell that another beer and the soft-spoken landlady would be giddy, if not totally drunk. "You've gotta' stay! Hang out! I never get to kick back with another girl!" Janine said. Jessica hadn't felt so wanted in a while. She nodded warmly and took another big swig of her beer. It was almost gone already. "Looks like you're almost ready for a refill." Janine said opening the fridge and grabbing another beer. Jessica downed the last swallow decadently and accepted a fresh beer from her new friend. "Thanks." Jessica said. "Follow me." Janine said. "I gotta' get dressed, and I'll find you a shirt until you head downstairs." Janine led Jessica into one of the bedrooms. The room was messy and smelled like sex, the shades were down and there was a sheet across the windows. She shut the door and flipped on a light, the bulb was blue. "We sleep until about ten or eleven most mornings." Janine said. "But if you ever find you can't sleep, we're also up until two or three at least! So come on up." Janine shrugged her robe off and facing Jessica unabashed began digging through clothes on the bed. "Here!" She said. Handing Jessica a tube top. "It's wicked tight on me, so it should fit you just right." Janine then continued digging and pulled a tight tank top over her breasts not bothering with a bra. "Look at those guns!" Janine said pushing her cleavage way up. "Don't be shy!" Janine said jokingly nudging Jessica's shoulder. "Boy you need a girlfriend. Janine winked. With the alcohol just beginning to make her head fuzzy, Jessica tugged her shirt off. Her nipples were as hard as pencil erasers as Janine watched rather than turning away. "You've got a nice rack yourself there, Jess." Janine said. The tube top was snug, but not as snug as a tube top should be, Janine probably had a cup and a solid inch on Jessica. "C'mon!" Janine said. They headed into the living room, which was in the front of the house. The living room was set up with two sectional couches circling the entire edge of the room. So much so that Jessica had to turn sideways to get through the doorway. In the center were two large square coffee tables. Beer bottles littered the tables. The only gap other than the door was for a large TV. "Grab a chair, the one by the door is my favorite." Janine patted the couch and sat one seat over from the door. She stuck her legs out and put them on the table. "Mike grab me a beer!" She called. A moment later mike squeezed by with a beer. Jessica's head began to spin a little as she sipped her second beer. Mike sat down on the other side along the wall. They watched TV until well past noon. Jessica was on her third beer, when she suddenly realized she had to pee. She got up and stumbled towards the bathroom, she was actually drunk. It was kind of fun. She reached the bathroom and turned to shut the door realizing for the first time that there wasn't one. "There's no door on your bathroom!" Jessica called out drunkenly. "We took it off." Janine said. She stuck her head out the living room door to look at Jessica. "We kept getting stuck in there, the lock was tricky. Now we use a no peeking policy." Jessica turned and noticed the toilet looked straight out the door. 'I can't pee here.' She thought to herself, but the almost painful fullness of her bladder told her otherwise. Slowly she turned and stood looking out through the kitchen at the open living room door. She could see the television. She grabbed the waistband of her sweatpants and pulled them down to mid-thigh, just enough to pee. The she sat on the toilet and leaned forward, hiding her red pubic hair. Jessica's pee came hard and lasted forever, finally she was done and went to wipe. There was no toilet paper! She looked around, but there was none in sight. To wipe or not to wipe she thought. Finally her hygiene won out. "Janine!" She called. "You're out of toilet paper." Janine got up and strolled over grabbing some napkins from the kitchen. Jessica felt so exposed and helpless. "Here you go babe." Janine said handing Jessica the napkins. "Sorry about that." Janine walked away and Jessica noticed for the first time that her shapely bum cheeks hung out of the little shorts a little. What Jessica in her drunken state didn't notice was that her nipples were the only things holding the tube top up. The tops of her areolas were plainly visible. She stumbled back into the living room intent on saying her goodbyes and heading downstairs to sober up before three o'clock when she had to pick her son up for day-care. She looked at the clock. It was almost one. There was no way she would be able to drive in two hours. "May I use your phone?" Jessica slurred. "Sure what's up?" Mike asked finally breaking his silence. "I gotta' pick my son up at three, and there's no way I'll be able to drive." Jessica said. "Where's the phone?" "Right here." Janine said digging a cordless from between two pillows. Jessica called her mom and arranged to have her son picked up. Her mom sensing Jessica's inebriation told her that she'd keep Nathan until six or so. "Well Mark doesn't get home until five, so here have another beer!" Janine said. It would be Jessica's fourth. Halfway through the beer Jessica passed out. Jessica lay asleep on Mike and Janine's couch for almost two hours. After the first half hour Janine tried to shake the girl and she didn't wake up, but her breathing was steady. "Hey Mike." Janine said to her boyfriend. "Get a load of this." Janine tugged the tube top down exposing Jessica's firm breasts. She continued to shrug it down until it lay bunched around Jessica's belly button. "Nice." Mike said. "Call Ralphy and Nick." Janine said. Mike picked up the phone and called two of their long time friend's. "Hey Ralphy, my landlady's passed out on our couch and Jan's got her tits out, come check it out." Mike said. "We'll be right over." Nick said. Mike turned his attention back to Janine. "Think you can get her pants down?" Mike asked. "Hell yeah." Janine said quietly. "Wait for Ralphy and Nick though." Less than five minutes went by and there was a soft knock on the door. Mike let the two boys in. Not a one of them was over twenty-three. "Sweet!" Ralphy whispered. "Nice tits!" Nick added. "Not as big as yours though Jan." "Ready for more." Janine said. All three boys nodded as Janine began easing the twenty-five year old's loose sweatpants down. Inch by inch Jessica's hip bone came into view as Janine tugged down the panties too. Jessica was laying sideways with her head lolled up on the arm of the couch. Janine carefully expertly slid the pants further and further down. Jessica's soft red bush came into view drawing an appreciative gasp from her audience. Finally the elastic of her conservative blue bikini panties was over her hips and Janine took them all the way off. Then ever so gently Janine nudged Jessica until she rolled a little causing her legs to part. Meanwhile Jessica's dreams were a torrid swirling mass of eroticism. She dreamt that mike was watching her pee, she dreamt Janine was kissing her breasts, the thoughts revolted her, but in her drunken dream state they overpowered her. Her inner psyche found her begging to be naked. When Janine had the pants off, she separated Jessica's panties from the sweatpants and placed them in Jessica's hand. Jessica reflexively gripped them tightly. "When she wakes up we'll tell her she pulled her clothes off in her sleep." Janine whispered. The three friends continued to drink all sitting close to the passed out woman stripped to almost nothing. After an hour the boys could take no more. Hands began to feel Jessica's breasts, gently at first. Jessica reacted to the touch her breathing increased she began to squirm. This only encouraged them and their touching became more insistent. Finally Ralphy traced a finger over Jessica's exposed pussy. His finger slipped easily into Jessica's lips and inside he found Jessica soaking wet. As Ralphy explored Jessica's pussy the unconscious girl began to moan in her sleep. Jessica dreamt she was being fucked. In her sleep she was on the coffee table, she could smell and taste beer as someone she didn't know pushed her legs apart and entered her. Ralphy continued fingering Jessica, eventually getting so bold as to slide a finger into her. Jessica's moaning grew louder and in her sleep she seemed to meet his assault with her hips. When she came there was no doubt in anyone's mind what had happened. "I have an idea." Janine said. She got up and squeaked past Jessica's head out of the living room. She returned with a blanket and a camera. She took a picture of Jessica with her legs obscenely splayed open then put the blanket on the floor over her sweatpants. She went into the other bedroom and turned the computer on. Meanwhile Mike was having his turn stroking Jessica's slick pussy. The results were the same this time Jessica's moans were even more audible. Janine came back into the room with the picture printed out in good definition on plain white paper. She tacked the paper to the wall above the couch. As she leaned over Jessica, Jessica began to stir. Janine directed Mike back to the seat he had always been in, and had Ralphy sit right next to Jessica. Nick sat next to Ralphy and Janine snuggled in between them. Jessica's head felt fuzzy. Her dreams clung to her waking mind and she let out a deep content moan. For an instant she reflected on how she had just been fucked and then confusion hit her. She opened her eyes and she could see the big screen television. She had something in her hand. Then she remembered the tenants, she was at Janine and Mike's drunk. She brought her hand to her head and saw the blue material there. She used her other hand to open them up and realized it was panties, the panties she had been wearing! Jessica sat up with a start. Her head swam and she brought her hands to her face pressing the panties into her temples. She willed her eyes to open and heard Janine's voice softly beside her. "Jessica babe, I tried to wake you. You took your clothes off in your sleep. I covered you with a blanket, but you pushed that off too." Janine said softly. "What?" Jessica said softly. She looked down at her body. She was naked. The tube top Janine had lent her was wrapped tightly around her waist! Jessica frantically covered herself crying out as she looked around. There were three men in the room. Everyone was looking at her! "Where are my clothes!?" Jessica cried. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. "I think your sweats are under the blanket." Janine said. "What were you dreaming about anyway, you were moaning up a storm?" Janine said. "Nothing." Jessica said quickly she began to tear through the blanket and finally found her sweatpants. She pulled them on forgetting about her panties completely. "Relax Mark doesn't get home for two more hours!" Janine said. "It isn't even three yet!" The Tenants "Relax, you all saw me naked!" Jessica cried out at Janine. Jessica struggled to untangle the rolled up tube top, her breast shook firmly as she did. Frustrated at Ralphy and Nick who were at eye level and openly ogling her breasts she turned away and was met by her picture on the wall. "What's that!" Jessica said. "House rules, first time anyone passes out here they get their picture taken, normally we'd drawn all over you, but you were moving around too much." Janine said. "Take it down!" Jessica wailed. "You gotta' earn it down!" Janine said. "What!" Jessica cried her frustration growing with the tangled tube top. "Relax it's easy. All you have to do is come drinking again, it's our get back on the horse program." Janine said. "I think I've had enough." Jessica said. "Alright, but the picture stays up then." Janine said. "You can't!" Jessica cried. "Alright." Janine said hoisting herself from between Ralphy and Nick. "Here's the deal. So what, we all saw you naked. Relax, it's nothing!" With that Janine whipped out her own breasts. "Here guys check these out." Janine said showing her breasts around the room. "You were asleep for two hours Jessica. These guys have been here almost the whole time." "What are you doing?" Jessica asked. "The best thing is the moaning you were doing. You were having nasty dreams Jessica. You came Jessica, we all watched. It was better than TV." Janine was within inches of the fairly shy Jessica. Janine began to pants and breath heavy imitating the way Jessica had gyrated in her sleep. "We're having some friends over tomorrow night." Janine said tucking her boobs back into her top. "If you come, I'll give you the picture back." Janine said. "You'll have fun if you let your hair down and relax." Janine whispered in Jessica's ear. As she whispered she un-tucked the tube top and lifted it up covering Jessica's breasts and pointy nipples. "The party starts at nine." Janine said. "Expect to stay late." "I can't I have to bring my son to pre-school at seven." Jessica said. Her voice was trembling, she had listened to everything Janine said, and watching her mimic the orgasms Jessica had experienced had made her embarrassed, but at the same time touched something deep inside her. Jessica flickered her eyes to the picture on the wall, in it her legs were wide open and her pussy was puffy and open, she couldn't believe that it was hanging in this woman she had just met's living room. "Isn't there a bus?" Janine asked. "Yeah, but I don't like to send him." Jessica said guiltily. "Well call the bus company and let them know he's goin' on the bus. He'll love it. Now you go make some coffee and sober up a bit before Mike gets home. I think your shirt should be dry by now I left it hanging on the foot of my bed." Janine said and patted Jessica's bum. It felt so round and firm. Jessica walked dejectedly through the kitchen and into Janine's bedroom her shirt had dried out, and was stiff. She pushed Janine's door shut and slid the tube top up her body, and then she pulled her own t-shirt back on and came out into the kitchen. "You're way too sexy to be self-conscious." Janine said. "Relax lots of women get a little goofy when their drunk, it's all part of the fun." Janine was leaning on the counter again. "Go downstairs and grab a shower, I'll pop in tomorrow morning to see how you're doing." Janine said and gave Jessica a big hug. Jessica hadn't expected the affection and stiffened up. She could feel Janine's big boobs pressing against her body. Janine walked her to the door. "You really think I'm sexy?" Jessica asked. "Jessica, promise not to be embarrassed by this?" Janine asked. "By what?" Jessica asked. "Hey guys, is Jessica sexy?" Janine called to the living room. There was a chorus of 'oh yeahs' as a response. Jessica's cheeks went scarlet. Deep down in the pit of her belly though, something got warm. She had never been flirty, and had definitely never even bordered on promiscuous, Mark had been her third lover, and something about the reaction of these younger guys made her extremities tingle, and the center of her being warm and fuzzy. "You are very sexy. Now get on out of here!" Janine said wrinkling her nose with a big smile. Jessica headed back into the hall and down the stairs, despite the lingering pulsing of the alcohol she felt a little elated. Certainly she was mortified, but no one seemed to care or make a big deal out of it, and the more she pictured her photo in her mind the more she thought it was dirty and decadent. She would certainly not tell Mark, but she did take care of herself and seeing those boys appreciate her hard work made her feel wanted. Back at home Jessica showered spending a long time under the water. She was still buzzed, but the warm water was nice. At four thirty just as she started getting things ready for supper Mark called, he was going to put in a late night, and she probably wouldn't see him until eightish. She said ok and thanked him for working so hard. The house was quiet as she sipped her coffee and let her head clear, she thought about going back upstairs and saying hi, but talked herself out of it. At six her mother dropped off Nathan. Her mother asked her what the problem was and she apologized, she felt the need to lie. "I had a pounding head-ache and the sniffles so I took some of that night-time cough medicine and it was just too much for me I think mom." Jessica said. "Oh you sounded really out of it, you were slurring your words, and I thought you were drunk." Her mother said laughing. "Oh wow I must've sounded like that huh!" Jessica said. She laughed a little nervously. After her mother left she fed Nathan and played with him for a little while, first thing in the morning she would call the bus company, and she would also mention it to the school when she dropped him off. Mark finally got home at eight fifteen she fixed him some supper and they sat and talked, Nathan had been asleep for a half hour already. Mark was always exhausted when he put in these eleven and twelve-hour days, but he liked feeling in control of his finances. Jessica told him how she had fixed the pipe, Mark's eyes even tired had a look of pure appreciation. "You didn't have to call a plumber?" Mark asked. "No Janine and I fixed it." Jessica said, hoping she hadn't blushed. Just mentioning Janine brought the image of the photo flooding her mind. "Thank you Jess." Mark said leaning over to kiss her. Suddenly a pang of guilt swept into Jessica as she thought of what Mark would think if he had seen the wanton display Jessica had put on in her drunken slumber. She managed to maintain face in front of her husband, but after he went to bed she sat on their couch staring at the television and thinking. Unfortunately her thoughts and the lateness of the hour carried her away from her guilt and into her fantasy. She pictured herself waking up naked, with the boys staring at her, and when she went to dress she pictured them stopping her, telling her not to. Although she herself wanted to be naked, exposed, she needed them to tell her. If she were made to be naked, then it wasn't totally her fault. The fantasy was strong, and realistic, she unbuttoned the jeans that she had put on and slid the zipped down. Although she rarely masturbated she slid her hand into her panties and began stroking herself remembering the strange men fucking her in her drunken dreams. Little did she know how close to the dream reality had been. The next morning she woke up still on the couch, her jeans were in a pile at her feet and her panties were disheveled. She brought her fingers to her nose and smelled her the musky aroma. The clock said five-thirty, Mark would be up any minute! She grabbed her jeans and pulled them on, heading into the bedroom where Mark lay awake. He normally woke up right before the alarm went off. "Hey where were you?" He asked. "I passed out on the couch." Jessica said gesturing towards the living room. Saying it made her think of the previous afternoon, and that made her picture her fantasy. "I'm sorry, are you sore?" Mark asked. "Not too bad." Jessica said stretching. "Can I get you some breakfast?" "Sure, thanks." Mark said. Jessica made him breakfast while he showered, and then she got Nathan up and ready for school. Mark was heading out the door when she and Nathan emerged from Nathan's bedroom. They said goodbye and then headed to Jessica's car, Nathan walking happily beside his mom. There were footsteps coming down the stairs. Jessica turned to see Ralphy and Nick stumbling tiredly down the stairs, her cheeks had definitely gone pink. "Hey!" Ralphy said smiling. "Hi." Jessica said averting her eyes. "We never got a chance to introduce ourselves. I'm Ralphy, this is Nick." Ralphy continued extending a hand. "Hi, I'm Jessica." Jessica said meeting their gaze for a second then dropping it again. They walked off down the street as she drove off. She watched them, knowing how much of her they'd seen, she felt her crotch growing warm. She dropped Nathan off, and his teachers said they'd take care of the bus. They asked if she wanted him to go home on the bus today. The prospect of riding the big school bus with the other kids had Nathan excited, and he begged Jessica to say yes. Jessica did. His teachers said that he would probably get home around three-thirty or four, and that he'd be picked up around six-thirty. From Nathan's School, she went to the gym. She bought a sports drink from the machine and after chugging it bought another. She had a slight headache, but a ton of nervous energy to work off. She spent a half hour on the treadmill, and then did some of the universal machines, when she was done her body felt tight. Jessica went to the locker room to shower and change and looked herself over in the mirror. 'Sexy'. She thought and the word sounded so good to her. She looked at her breasts and although she was only twenty-five they were firmer than they were before Nathan was born, her abdomen was tight and had a subtle definition to, you could even see a hint of the muscle over her ribs. Her pelvis bone was accentuated by her hipbone lines adding to the contour of her abs, and there was the slightest swell where her hair covered pubic mound protruded. Her legs were her favorite. They were long and muscularly toned. She arrived home from the gym at nine in the morning. She cleaned the house and thought about tonight. At eleven a knock on the door broke her from her entranced reverie. It was Janine. As Jessica pulled the door open the blond was smiling, she was wearing her robe and a tiny pair of terrycloth shorts. "Throw some coffee on, it was a late night." Janine said as she walked through the door. Jessica felt a smile come to her face. "You're dressed!" She said referring to Jessica's jeans and T-shirt. "Yeah, I went to the gym and dressed there." Jessica said. "So that's how you stay so firm." Janine said and laid the wrenches on Jessica's counter. "Oh thanks!" Jessica said and headed for Mark's toolbox. "What are you going to wear tonight?" Janine asked as she began filling Jessica's coffee maker with water. "Where do you keep the coffee?" "Coffee's in the cabinet above you and I don't know. I don't know what to tell mark either." Jessica said. "What time does he go to bed?" Janine asked as she made the coffee. "Nine or so, he works a lot." Jessica answered. "Just tell him you're gonna' watch a movie with me." Janine said. "Where's your closet?" Janine was heading for the main bedroom. Jessica had put the wrenches away and followed Janine into her bedroom. Janine opened the closet and began going through Jessica's stuff. "This is Nice!" Janine said she held up one of Jessica's Nightees. It was Victoria's Secret she never wore it. "Thanks." Jessica said. "I never get to wear it anymore." She laughed. It was black and hung halfway down her thighs, the neckline plunged showing her cleavage almost to the underside of her breasts. There were spaghetti strap and they adjusted to give her breasts support while she wore it. "Wear it tonight!" Janine said. Jessica's face went beet red. "Are you crazy!" Jessica said. "That's not clothes!" "Sure it is pretend it's a sexy black dress. Where do you keep your underwear!?" Janine said laying the lingerie on Jessica's bed. Jessica motioned to her dresser. "Top drawer." Jessica said. Janine skipped over and pulled the drawer open. 'All boring!' She thought to herself as she dug through Jessica's panties. Finally near the bottom she found a lacy black T-back, it wasn't a thong or a g-string, but it was the best Jessica had. "Try them on at least." Janine said. "PLEASE...." Janine said. "Alright I'll try it on." Jessica said. It HAD been a LONG time since she had worn it, and she did like having it, it made her feel sexy. SEXY she thought of the word, and the boys. It was so decadent to even imagine wearing this. Janine headed to the kitchen to get some of the coffee as Jessica pulled off her jeans, shirt, bra and panties. "Do you want coffee?" Janine called. "Sure Jessica answered." She tugged the T-backs on, she had worn them only once, for Mark on the honeymoon, he hadn't really even noticed, he wasn't an underwear kind of guy. "How do you take it?" Janine asked. "Just cream." Jessica called back as she shrugged the sexy black nightee on. In the kitchen Janine smiled. The fact that Jessica would try it on, meant Janine could get her to wear it tonight. When Janine returned Jessica was straightening the straps and adjusting her breasts in the outfit. It wasn't overly lacy or sheer, just deep dark black satin. Janine looked at the narrow deep cleft of cleavage. Jessica's nipples were prominently erect through the thin material, and they were each about an inch from the edge of the neckline. Janine looked Jessica over, the hem of the nightee fell about six inches above Jessica's knee, showing the healthy and toned thigh muscles Janine wished she had. "You look HOT!" Janine said. "Take it off, I'll bring it upstairs and hang it up in my room, you can sneak up when your husband goes to bed and change when you get there." "I can't wear this!" Jessica said laughing. "Everything's covered." Janine said. "I'm making you wear it, or I won't give you back the picture." "You wouldn't." Jessica said. Janine nodded and smiled. Jessica had a lightness swelling in her stomach, would she really be able to wear this in front of strangers? "OK." Jessica said nervously. "Take it off, and I'll see you at nine or so, don't worry if you're a few minutes late." Janine said. She set Jessica's coffee on the night table and watched the stunning redhead undress. Once naked, Janine took the lingerie and hung it back on it's hanger, looping the panties over the hook and taking a big sip of her own coffee. "Good coffee." Janine said, as Jessica got dressed again. They finished the coffee and Janine left with Jessica's sexiest lingerie. For the remainder of the day Jessica's libido was on fire. She masturbated twice before her son got home from school. At five thirty they all had supper together, Mark was too tired to work late again. After Supper Mark spent some time with Nathan and Jessica watched TV. Mark was exhausted when he finally put Nathan to bed, it was almost eight o'clock a little past Nathan's bedtime, but Mark had barely seen him in the past few days. "I'm beat honey, I think I'm just gonna' crash." Mark said as he emerged from Nathan's room. "Oh...I'm sorry!" Jessica said. She had been thinking about picking up a morning job to alleviate his hours, she would start looking soon. "Don't worry about it." Mark said. "What are you up to, anything good on?" "Actually Janine upstairs asked me if I wanted to come up and watch a movie on Lifetime." Jessica said. Mark HATED Lifetime movies, calling them paranoid. "Really, you've got a buddy?" Mark said. Jessica nodded knowing he'd never in a million years ask anything about the movie. "Cool, a girlfriend'll be good for you." Mark said. He pulled his shirt off and headed into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Jessica followed him around doting on him, helping him get his clothes laid out for the morning. "What time does the movie start?" Mark asked as he checked the alarm clock. "Nine." Jessica said. "I'll be dead to the world by then. Have a good night baby." Mark kissed her. He thought to himself she felt warm. A friend would be good for her. Since Nathan was born she had donated most of her time to their child and could use a break. Mark rolled over and was asleep by the time Jessica shut off all but the bathroom light and stood in the kitchen preparing to go upstairs. She had heard a few sets of feet go by their door and head up, she wondered how many people would be at the party. Jessica looked down at her tight fitting jeans, and her snug ribbed shirt. She decided to take her bra off now. It would be one less thing to have to account for if she was drunk. She slipped the bra off and tucked it into the underwear bag on the bathroom hamper. Then with a deep breath she headed upstairs, it was only eight thirty. To be continued...