His oversexed brother grinned even wider. “Just thinking about another time that you curled up with us on a chaise lounge. You know these shrubs we planted and all the crape myrtles have added quite a nice, thick privacy screen around the back of the house.”
Chance chuckled and had to agree. On their own, the ranch hands had announced one night at Lydia’s dining room table that they’d begin using the front door and they’d always knock or ring the bell and no longer just walk right in.
Chance and Clayton had made changes around the house to give her complete privacy, night or day, so Lydia could walk around the house nude if she wanted to. She enjoyed being naked with them while they were clothed, just relaxing and watching television. Not much television viewing got done, but the couch and cushy area rugs got a nice workout.
Lydia looked around as though she were just now noticing the lush greenery and the validity of his statement. “You know, you’re right. We do have quite a bit of privacy back here.” She bit her lip and had a naughty gleam in her eyes when she looked from Chance to his brother. She leaned forward and brushed her lips against Chance’s and flicked his lower lip with the tip of her tongue. She tasted like home to him, a fresh mix of her minty toothpaste and her sweet, creamy coffee. “I love to be naked in the sunshine with you when we’re out at the cabin. But this part of the ranch is kind of overpopulated for outdoor nudity. What do you think, Clayton?”
Clayton replied immediately as if he’d already given it some thought. “Everything’s fully leafed out and the men have been consistent about staying out of the backyard since we finished putting in the landscaping and the stonework. They see this space as an extension of your home. I think they hope that you consider this your private space. Remember? They’d said as much when they brought you that pretty butterfly bush for Valentine’s Day.”
Chance grunted. “Sappiest display I ever saw.” The single ranch hands had gone to one of the local nurseries and shown up on Valentine’s Day with the small blue-flowered shrub. They’d asked her if she would be their honorary Valentine, since none of them had had girlfriends at the moment. He was still convinced a number of them had crushes on her.
Lydia chortled and turned so that she straddled his hips. His cock, which had been tingling and growing inside his jeans, suddenly went to full hard-on status. Judging by the needful, lusty look in her warm brown eyes, they were about to test the bounds of propriety in her outdoor sanctuary.
“I thought it was very sweet of them, and the bush is just beautiful,” she said as she gestured to it in the center of one of the flowerbeds.
Chance grinned as he slipped a couple of fingertips under the hem of her sundress and stroked her satin-covered pussy. “Yes, it certainly is.”
Lydia snickered and bit her lip again when she caught his double entendre.
Clayton’s tone was cajoling when he added, “I think it would almost be an insult to them if you didn’t view this space as an extension of your private home.”
Lydia snorted. “You just want to get laid, Clayton Carlisle.”
Clayton held his arms out in invitation. “Guilty as charged.”
Chance ground his cock against her. “I’m with Clayton, baby.”
Chance knew what she had on underneath that sundress and his dick throbbed with lust as she slid her fingers beneath the hem and pulled it up so both of them could see. She tugged at the bows tied at both hips then slowly pulled the white satin, side-tying G-string out from under the dress. Chance enjoyed that she’d taken to searching for clothing that was both sexy and easy to get out of on a moment’s notice.
After placing the lingerie on the side table, she glanced around the yard then at her men. Chance smiled and nodded at her, enjoying her modesty and the fact that she wanted to make sure they were the only ones who would see her naked. Lifting the hem of her dress, she revealed her beautiful, voluptuous body to them a little bit at a time. After she was naked, she gestured for Clayton to come near and went to work on Chance’s fly. When she had him unzipped, she turned to Clayton and performed the same task with him, freeing his cock from his jeans and boxers as Chance pushed his briefs and his jeans down his hips.
In one fluid motion she took Clayton’s rigid cock between her lips as she lifted up and grasped Chance’s cock in her gentle hand. She held the head of his distended, weeping shaft to her cunt as she lowered herself on him, enveloping him in her hot, satiny softness.
A hot shiver ripped up his spine as her pussy muscles gripped him. She lifted off his cock, tugging like she didn’t really want him to leave her pussy. The soft skin of her thighs felt like silk under his hands as he stroked her legs, teasing her inner thighs with his thumbs as she braced one hand on his shoulder. Her beautiful breasts swayed with every movement, and Clayton stroked the sides of them, making her shudder.