“Are you sure you’re not going to miss your carport now that it’s turned into your office?”
Erica laughed. “Oh, I’m sure I will when it rains, but the covered car porch I had installed will be fine. I needed the room now that the kids are growing up. Ricky is at that age where he needs his own space and Aaron isn’t far behind him.”
“Are you going to have a sign put up in your front yard?” Sarah asked.
“No. This is our home. If I’d wanted to open to the public I would have gotten an office in town. I like how I do business now and don’t want the added hassle of what having a store front in town would mean.” Erica enjoyed being at home and didn’t want to lose the ability to continue to work around the house when she had time.
When her husband of barely nine years decided he’d had enough of marriage and raising children, Erica had found herself alone with a mortgage and three kids in need of food, clothes, and school supplies. She had to hand it to him. Chuck had lasted longer than her grandparents had expected when they’d married. She’d been all of sixteen and he’d been seventeen but they’d been expecting Ricky in seven short months, which in their day meant they got married.
At first he’d been resentful about it, but after Ricky had been born, Chuck had settled down and seemed to enjoy being a father. When Sissy had come along barely a year later, Erica could see the restlessness in Chuck’s eyes again. She was sure that once Sissy had gotten a little older he would be out the door, but nature had thrown them a curve ball when she found out she was pregnant with Aaron. She knew her husband wanted to blame her for the surprise pregnancy, but at his insistence, Erica had her tubes tied when Sissy was born. There was a nasty little clause in the consent form that said there was a 1% chance she could still get pregnant. Lucky her.
She grinned. She was lucky. Aaron was a constant source of joy for her. She could never resent or wish she’d never had him. All of her children were the light in her eyes.
“So, are we going out to celebrate?” Sarah asked.
“You bet. Mrs. Carmichael is going to come over Friday night so we can stay out a little later than usual. I trust Ricky with Sissy and Aaron, but once they go to bed, I feel better with her being there.”
“You’ve got great kids, Erica. I don’t know how you did it with so much on you. Hell, I only work one job and am struggling to keep my daughter on the right track. She’s about to put gray hair on my head,” Sarah said.
“Amy is a sweet child. She’s just super busy and your lazy butt doesn’t want to have to chase her all over the place. Get Roger to help you,” Erica teased.
“Oh he does. He’s a good man. Speaking of which, I need to head home. He cooked tonight, and if I’m late he’ll throw it out and make me eat a sandwich.”
Erica laughed. “I’ll see you Friday night. I’m sure after my client meeting I’ll be ready for a few good drinks.”
She waved her best friend out then looked around at the big, nearly empty space once more. When Chuck had finally called it quits, she’d had to scrounge up a second job to make ends meet. It just so happened that it turned into a home-based hobby that she’d slowly built into a thriving business that now supported her and the children without her working another job.
Erica’s Helping Hand started out with running errands and buying groceries for an elderly woman who had become homebound and unable to get out much. It slowly grew until she was doing everything from decorating for birthday parties for busy parents to buying Christmas gifts for harried businessmen who didn’t have time or any idea of what to buy their wives, girlfriends, and family. Every phone call had brought a new angle to her business so that now she had three part-time ladies working for her with two part-time high school kids as well.
She loved the freedom she had to take or reject something based on if it was something she was interested in or had the time to handle. It also made her proud that she was able to help the three women who needed the money but also had children to tend to. They had it organized so that the three of them coordinated their schedules so that someone could watch all of the children while the other two worked. When she had something really big where she needed all three of them at the same time, one of the high school kids looked after the children for them.
Erica loved what she did and looked forward to each day no matter how difficult it looked to be. All of the hours and heartache had been well worth it to be standing in her dream office with more than enough work to pay their bills and provide a few little extras for the kids.
Though she hadn’t dated in years, she’d had plenty of offers. She hadn’t been ready to jump back into the dating scene anytime soon. Now with things settling down some, Erica thought she might consider dinner and a movie sometime if the opportunity presented itself again.
It’s not like I don’t have plenty of battery boyfriends thanks to my understanding girlfriends.
Still, sometimes, late at night when the kids were asleep and she sat on the couch in front of the fire, Erica couldn’t help but wish she had someone to share those times. It would be nice to have someone to laugh with about how Aaron had put another frog in Sissy’s underwear drawer or how something was digging up the flowerbed again.
Equally nice would be a warm body to snuggle up against on cold nights or after bad dreams. And yeah, sex with a real man wouldn’t be all that hard to resist either.
Kent walked over to where his brother stepped out of his underwear totally nude and completely comfortable that way. When Brent stood up to his full height, it was like looking at twin images of one man only there were subtle differences if she really looked. Brent had just a little more thickness in his arm and leg muscles than his twin. Kent’s skin was maybe a shade lighter than Brent’s was. Though both men were built like Adonis on steroids, Brent was just a little more cut and Kent was just a little more relaxed than his brother.
Even without the differences in their hair length, Erica was sure she would know them anywhere. Given time to explore their bodies in much more detail, she was sure she would even know the difference if blind folded and that thought led to another one a little kinkier.
Finally, she allowed her eyes to feast on their cocks and moaned out loud to her utter embarrassment. But damn! They were beautiful. Both men had long thick dicks that had a slight curve. Heavy balls with just a dusting of hair hung between their legs as the stalks of their cocks pointed almost directly at her. It took all of her determination to lift her eyes from their amazing packages to meet their heavy lidded eyes.
As if that had been some secret signal to them, they pounced. She had no idea who removed what item of clothing, but before she realized it, Erica was as nude as they were, only her clothes had been folded and left on the dresser where theirs lay where they’d dropped it.
“You are so damn beautiful, Erica. I will never get tired of looking at you,” Brent said.
“One of the perks of there being two of us is that one of us can always lay back watch your face when you come while the other brings you there. But this time, we both want to hold you and get our cocks deep inside of you,” Kent told her.
“Have you ever had anal sex before?” Brent asked her. His voice had deepened as he ran his hands up and down her abdomen.
“Y–Yes. I didn’t like it, but I’ll try with you if you want me to,” she said.
“Babe, I can assure you we’ll make it good for you, but if it hurts we’ll stop, okay?” Brent’s strained voice told her he was more turned on than he appeared. She loved that they wanted her that much.
“Okay. I trust you,” she said. And she did. Deep down, Erica knew they wouldn’t hurt her.
“Fuck! That is the sweetest thing you could have ever said to me, babe.” Brent kissed her, sweeping his tongue into her mouth to tease hers before he pulled back and nipped at her neck.
“I’ve got to taste her before we get started, Brent. That one quick suck of her fingers last time wasn’t enough.” Kent moved down to the foot of the bed where he slipped between her legs and spread them so his shoulders would fit.
Brent pulled one of her legs higher with his hand then licked and teased her nipples while his brother blew hot hair across her wet pussy lips. All Erica could do in that moment was close her eyes and enjoy what they were doing to her. Every lick, every nip sent her senses spiraling higher and higher. She was sure she'd explode if they didn’t do something soon. Ever cell in her body was on fire.
“Please. Oh, God! I need you. I need you both so much,” she said.
Kent’s tongue continued to circle her clit then swipe more of her juices from her slit before returning to torment the little bundle of nerves again. Brent’s mouth mauled her breasts, biting just hard enough to make her squirm with pleasure. She didn’t know if she was trying to pull away from him or move closer. All she did know was that she’d never been so turned on or felt so loved in her life. This was what sex was supposed to be like between lovers.