Jenna was trying to wean herself off Jake and Ryan. It had been bad enough when it had just been Jake, but him and Ryan together were a pretty irresistible combination, and she hadn't been terribly successful so far. All it took was for one or both of them to turn up on her doorstep and she'd be back to square one; one cock happily thrusting into her pussy, the other in her hot mouth, vowing that this would be the last time.
It was just too much fun to tease them. They got boners at the drop of hat like horny little teenagers. She'd wear the outfit she knew they liked, a flowery dress that showed her cleavage and bronzed legs, and take them out on picnics, kneeling on the rug with her ass in the air and licking her fingers. They always wanted to go ahead and fuck her in the open air but she always made them wait until they got home and then suck on their cocks as if they were ice creams. It was a great way to spend the summer.
Towards the end of August, Jake got himself a girlfriend, which cut down their sessions to once a week. Jenna hadn't been happy about Jake going behind his girlfriend's back, but he'd begged and got down on his knees and licked Jenna out until she came, and then what could she say?
If she were being perfectly honest with herself, she also had to admit it was a way to forget Jack, her married boss who she was in love with and probably would never have.
And then there was the Mayor. The guy who'd given her the best fucking of her life. She wouldn't allow herself to think about him.
Jake and Ryan were certainly useful, with their hot young bodies and instant hard-ons, but she knew it couldn't go on forever, and probably shouldn't.
One Sunday, Ryan showed up on his own and they got down to some hot action almost immediately. Ryan reached up under Jenna's skirt and tugged her panties down before he even said hello. Then he bent her over the kitchen counter, pushing her skirt up to her waist, pulling his running shorts down and slowly slipping into her. He had to stand on his tiptoes to get the angle right, but it was worth the extra effort as her clit ground against the counter top and the head of his cock massaged her G spot, as he lazily slid in and out of her. She gripped the edge of the counter and whimpered as Ryan watched his own slippery cock disappear inside her, and then appear again bathed in her wet juices. He kept it up for an inhumanly long time, breathing steadily, moans escalating as his balls tightened, and finally after Jenna had already come with a shuddering release, his cock slid into her one last time and unleashed its sticky cum in lush spasms. The perfect Sunday fuck.
She was holding his lovely face and kissing him when the doorbell rang.
As Jenna opened the door she could feel Ryan's hot cum dripping down her thighs.
It was the Mayor. Standing on her doorstep. Wearing tennis clothes. Looking hot.
"Jenna," he said in his gruff voice, and reached towards her but she stopped him.
"I have company," she said quickly.
He looked surprised. He obviously hadn't considered that possibility. Jenna opened the door wider to prevent him from just going ahead and grabbing her.
Ryan, thankfully, had pulled up his shorts.
"Dad!" he said as he saw the Mayor.
The Mayor stared at Ryan. Jenna stared at the Mayor. He was the first to recover; ever the consummate politician.
"Hello Ryan," he said, clearing his throat, "Miss Adams and I have an interview to finish."
"That's cool. Need to finish my run anyway," Ryan said, slapping his Dad on the back as he passed.
Jenna and the Mayor were left staring at each other across the threshold.
"Are you fucking him?" the Mayor asked.
"Yes," she said. "Being a good lay obviously runs in the family."
The Mayor bit his lip, visibly fighting with his temper.
"I didn't know he was your son," she said, "And you fucked me once and never got in touch again, so…?"
"OK," he conceded, "That wasn't nice of me, but I'm not nice," he said fixing her with his steely gaze and making her pussy clench with desire, "That's where Ryan and I differ."
God, she fancied him. So badly she was prepared to do anything he wanted, but she took control of herself.
"I think you'd better go," she said.
"Why?" he answered, "Scared of what I might do?"
"No," she gulped. She was scared of what she would let him do.
Then her eyes involuntarily strayed to his crotch and she saw the conversation was making him hard. Her legs nearly gave way from under her.
She wanted him to touch her so badly, but she couldn't let him. Not with his son's spunk still leaking out of her. "Please go," she said quietly.
"OK," he said, "But this isn't over," he added leaning towards her and slipping his tongue between her lips. " I have plans for you," he growled against her mouth and then pulled away and turned and strolled back to his car.
She was left leaning against the closed door barely able to breathe.