The Painters

by Robin Stone

“Someone hurt you real bad. Ex-husband? You’re trying to get him out of your system, and we fit the bill.”

  The curse of the fair skin hit again, turning my cheeks red.

  “How the hell could you know all that?” I asked.

  “We’ve seen it before,” Ben said. “Come closer. I won’t bite.”

  I slid close enough so our legs touched. Heat seeped through Ben’s jeans and warmed my thigh. His breath puffed on my cheek, and I tilted my head a little, inviting him to kiss my neck.

  “Can I touch you, Rachel?”

  I blinked. Most men just touched without asking.

  “Yes.”

  Ben slid his arm around my waist. I sighed at his touch, leaning closer. His other hand touched my knee, and blood thundered through my veins. I nodded again, and he leaned over until his lips brushed my neck.

  “The minute we saw you, we knew we had to have you.”

  We. I pictured Ben and Alex kissing. Large hands slipping over muscular thighs. Lips crashing together, tongues tangling. A pleasant warmth filled my pelvis.

  “We’ll make you real happy, Rachel. For a day or a week. Whatever you want.”

  His hand slipped under my skirt, his fingertips brushing my thighs. My pussy grew warmer. His hand crept higher, and I gripped the edge of the table, releasing a low moan.

  “I can’t wait to get her clothes off,” Alex muttered.

  I opened my thighs a little, shifting forward. The musky scent of my arousal rose between us. Another quick glance around the bar confirmed no one was watching. My pulse pounded in my throat as Ben eased his fingertip beneath the edge of my underwear, skimming my pubic hair.

  “She’s starting to get wet,” Ben said.

  Alex put his beer down with a thunk. “Shoulda put her between us.”

  Sweat built between my breasts, but Ben’s hand was perfectly still. I needed him to rub my clit, get me off, and make me scream. I looked for a bathroom, trying to screw up the courage to ask, when he pulled away.

  I clasped my thighs together and straightened my skirt. Sexual tension flowed between them; I saw it in their heated glances, the way they mirrored each other’s movements. They held it back at work, but here in the bar, it was easy to see.

  I took a few deep breaths. “I have some rules.”

  “Fine,” Ben said. “Name them.”

  A man walked by, and I paused until he was out of earshot.

  “Condoms. No drugs. No drama.”

  “That’s fine,” Ben said.

  “Do you have any rules?” I asked.

  “We don’t sleep over,” Ben said.

  I nodded. Of course they wouldn’t sleep over. This was simply about fucking.

  “So…when?” I asked.

  Would they come home with me tonight? Ohgod, too soon.

  “Tomorrow night.” Alex pulled out his wallet and put cash on the table.

  My heart sank. “Why not tonight?”

  “Because we want you to be sure.” Ben squeezed my thigh. “Sleep on it.”

  “I won’t change my mind.”

  “Just think about it,” Ben said. “I’ll give you my number, and you can call me tomorrow.”

  I took out my phone, and he gave me his number. I pressed the wrong buttons and had to start over twice.

  “You never date blue-collar guys, do you?” Alex asked.

  “I don’t look for men with certain jobs. I’m just looking for…”

  “A man who asks what you want,” he finished. “A man to go down on you for more than five minutes.”

  I shifted in the booth, squeezing my thighs together, but it was too late. My underwear was slick.

  The men at the bar let out a cheer, absorbed in their game.

  “You don’t know anything about me,” I said.

  “We will soon enough,” Alex replied.

  I straightened my spine. “I have your last names, and I’ll be doing a background check, too.”

  I found their names in a file at work. I knew I was taking a chance, bringing them back to my house. But I couldn’t afford the extra expense of a hotel room at the moment. And I wanted to do this on my own turf. In my own bed that I’d bought with my own money.

  “Okay,” Ben said.

  “You want references?” Alex’s dimples were showing, and his grin looked positively evil.

  I cocked my head. “Why? Do you have a long list of clients?”

  “It ain’t like that,” Alex said. “We’re lookin’ to add a third, and you fit the bill.”

  “Need to add a redhead to your list of conquests?” I asked.

  Alex tilted his head back and laughed, a deep, rumbly laugh that went straight to my toes. The men at the bar turned and looked at him.

  “We like your hair, and I’m sure you get a lot of compliments on it,” Alex said. “But we care more about what’s under the hood.”

  I should’ve been irritated at his crudeness, but I smiled. I liked these guys.

  “Well,” I said, “I hope you both live up to the hype.”

  I slid out of the booth and stood. Their eyelids lowered as they looked over my body again.

  “Can’t wait to get her alone,” Alex murmured. “I bet she tastes real sweet.”

  Ben brought his fingers up to his nose and gave them a quick sniff. I gasped.

  “Fuck, I can’t wait to taste that,” Alex said. “Go home and think about it, Red.”

  I didn’t like their casual dismissal. I felt so powerful coming here and making my demands, and I was irritated they didn’t want me tonight.

  “Fine,” I said, pulling my purse over my shoulder. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

  I turned and walked away, my heels clacking on the scarred wooden floor. I sensed their gazes on my ass and swung it a little more for their benefit. But that attracted more attention, and the man who whistled when I came in whistled again.

  “Fuck off,” I said, flipping my hair over my shoulder.

  The men at the bar burst into raucous laughter. I pushed open the door and smiled all the way back to my car.

  CHAPTER 3

  I went home that night thinking about Ben’s fingers and Alex’s sexy grins. I made dinner and did some laundry, hoping the familiar chores would calm my nerves.

  My confidence had grown since I’d started dating, but I’d never let a man almost finger me in public.

  If David could see me now…he’d never believe it! His idea of fun meant trying doggy-style instead of missionary. I’d tried to introduce toys and fantasies into our sex life, but he wasn’t interested. He’d frown and ask where I got my ideas, making me feel ashamed of the erotic novels I’d started reading.

  David. Fuck him!

  Fuck him and his new haircut and his twenty-five-year-old girlfriend.

  Dinner and a glass of wine helped calm my nerves. The adrenaline finally left my system, but I started getting aroused when I changed for bed. I pulled on a short nighty with a lacy top that flared around my hips. The satiny fabric slid across my skin as I walked.

  I sat at my little desk and pulled a folder from the drawer. I’d transformed my bedroom into a girly paradise with light beige walls, pastel sheets, and a flowered comforter. I’d added the small desk a few months ago. Cara had helped me pick out a cushioned pink chair online.

  Every time I sat at my little desk, I smiled. I’d purchased some nice stationery, since I still liked writing letters to Emily while she was at school. I pulled a piece of paper out of the folder titled The List.

  The list contained sexual experiences I wanted to have. Some were tame, like buy sexy underwear or make out in public. Some I hoped to check off with Alex and Ben, like have a threesome and get spanked. I pulled the cap off my pen and wrote get groped in public, then crossed it off with satisfaction.

  I glanced at some of the items I’d crossed off in the last few months. Buy good sex toys. Have a one-night stand. I’d started reading more erotic novels. After I finished each book, I’d pull out my list and ad
d a few more items.

  I’d tried watching porn, but there was so much available, I didn’t know what to choose. I passed up watching women with giant breasts in favor of sensual porn made for women. Watching the videos set my libido on fire, and I often ended the night masturbating like crazy. I closed the cap on my pen and put away my list.

  I went into my closet and opened the lid on my black leather box. I had a small collection of vibrators and dildos, all purchased after David left. My fingers drifted over the small bullet vibe, one of my favorites. It was good for a quick orgasm, but tonight I wanted something bigger and more powerful.

  I selected my rabbit vibrator and some lube. I threw the sheets aside and climbed into bed, placing the vibe and the lube next to me on the mattress.

  My eyes slid shut, and I pictured Alex and Ben in their painters’ uniforms.

  No, that made me think about work.

  Alex and Ben in the bar. Ben’s hand on my knee, sliding up my skirt. The weight of his hand on my thigh. His blue eyes, and the shock of him sniffing his fingers. The memory kept me excited for hours.

  I traced my fingertips over my breasts through the silky fabric, and my nipples tightened. I longed to have Ben’s soft lips close on my nipple while he reached down between my legs…he’d take his time kissing my body, from my breasts down to my thighs, just lightly grazing my pussy. He’d lick and kiss me all over, teasing me until I begged for more.

  I brushed my fingers over my pussy, finding wetness.

  What about Alex? I liked his big hands and rough voice. Did he like to get rough in bed? The idea sent a thrill through my body. I’d experimented a little with spanking and light bondage. My last fling liked to tie me up with silk ties. It turned me on, but he got so involved in tying me up and positioning me, he forgot about my pleasure.

  Fuck that. I wanted a man who would make it all about me.

  Two men.

  I palmed my breast and squeezed it. I liked firm pressure on my breasts, but men were afraid to break me. I was thin, but not made of glass. I loved having a big man pound into me. At five foot three, most men towered over me.

  Ben and Alex would pound me hard, I was sure of it.

  What did their cocks look like?

  My pussy flooded, and I began stroking my clit. Big wasn’t always better, in my opinion. Guys with big cocks didn’t always know how to use them…and most men didn’t use their hands or mouths nearly enough.

  I wanted a man to spend time making me come over and over until I screamed. A man who made it his mission to learn how I liked to be touched, what kind of strokes I needed to get off. When I’d started fucking other men, I was more vocal about what I wanted, and it made a difference. I hoped Ben and Alex would take my instructions.

  The idea of two men learning about my body was almost too much. I played with my clit, and wetness covered my fingers. What would they do to me? They’d strip off my clothes and throw me down on the bed. They’d take their time kissing my body and licking me until I begged them to fuck me.

  I started pushing my fingertip into my pussy, sinking a little deeper with each thrust. I pressed the heel of my hand against my clit. My legs spread wider, and my heels dug into the sheets. Warmth spread over my body, and my pussy tingled as I brought myself close to the orgasm that had been building all day.

  I slowed down a little, wanting to draw it out. I squeezed my breast again, and I gasped. My nipples were tight and hard. I’d love to have Ben licking my pussy, and Alex playing with my breasts.

  Another gush. I pulled my finger out and started rubbing my clit. I pictured Ben sliding his fingers inside me, and rubbed faster. A few minutes later I came, lifting my hips off the bed and crying out. I gasped and shook, already knowing I needed more.

  I reached for the lube and spread it over the vibe, my hands shaking. The silicone cock slid easily into my pussy. I pressed the rabbit ears against my clit and turned it on low.

  I imagined Alex hovering over my body, his jaw clenched and his muscles flexing as he fucked me. He’d toss my legs over his shoulders—I was sure of it—and slide his thick cock inside me while Ben watched.

  Every nerve ending in my body tingled as I slowly slid the vibe in and out. I was primed from my first orgasm, and it didn’t take long to come again. Heat rushed from my face down to my pelvis as my pussy clasped around the vibe again and again, until I grew sensitive and had to turn it off.

  I caught my breath and let the tremors pass a little…then turned the vibe on a third time. I imagined Alex pounding me from behind while I sucked Ben’s cock. My legs shook, and my body stiffened, and a few minutes later I had a third explosive orgasm.

  “Ohhhhh!”

  My hips shifted, and I rode the vibrator until I grew sensitive and had to turn it off. I let my breathing return to normal and slowly pulled out the vibe.

  I lay on my side for a few minutes, grinning. When my pulse slowed, I climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom to clean up.

  When I returned, I smiled at the sight of the covers in disarray. I couldn’t wait to mess up the sheets with Ben and Alex.

  I thought getting myself off would dampen my arousal so I could sleep, but the session just made me hornier. I turned off the light and tried to get comfortable. I resolved to call Ben tomorrow, confident about inviting them into my bed.

  CHAPTER 4

  I slept in the next morning. When I woke up, I smiled, thinking about Ben and Alex. The bedside clock read 9:10. How was I going to make it through the whole day?

  I ate breakfast and did chores in the morning so I’d have the afternoon free. I was proud of my house. I kept it in the divorce. I didn’t care that David used to live here. Emily grew up here, and there were good memories in addition to the bad. It was a small yellow cape nestled on a tree-lined street with family homes. I had a thirty-minute drive to work, and during that drive, the scenery turned from houses and farmland to restaurants and shops.

  I loved the drive home, traveling from the busy streets of downtown to my neighborhood. The quiet setting helped me heal since my divorce.

  That, and fucking other men.

  I liked living alone. I could play my own music, have friends over, or listen to the birds chirping in the yard. The first few months after he left, I enjoyed the quiet. I spent several months watching trashy TV until I got sick of it.

  If the neighbors only knew about me. I thought about Julia, the sweet young mother down the street who brought me cookies. And the older man across the street who waved when he mowed his lawn.

  My daughter Emily didn’t have a clue about my private life. She knew I’d started dating, but I didn’t tell her much. She was uncomfortable with the mere idea of me dating.

  And Cara. I’d have to confess to my friend Cara eventually.

  I looked like a quiet working mom with a grown daughter off in college. I loved my secret sex life. The men I fucked, searching for one who could give me what I wanted. My confidence level soared after I started picking up men. Very few made the cut, and some were unsatisfying.

  Like David. Damn, there he was again, sneaking into my brain. The familiar anger bubbled up, but I pushed it down. I wasn’t going to think about him today.

  I straightened my bedroom and opened the windows. I looked at my new bed and smiled. It was my one indulgence. I sold our old full-sized bed. I had to be careful with money, but I saved up and bought a queen-sized bed and soft pastel sheets.

  I imagined fucking Ben and Alex in my new bed, and my breathing grew shallow.

  “Just breathe,” I told myself.

  I went to my computer and searched for Ben and Alex. Everyone was easy to track down on the internet. Ben had a few social media sites. Pictures of friends and family. I found a few photos of him playing an acoustic guitar and singing into a microphone. There was a picture of Alex on his page, straddling a huge motorcycle and grinning.

  Ben had a clean record and a good credit score. Alex had a few parking tickets and a lower cred
it score. I looked at their pictures again. Ben’s social media profile said in a relationship, but Alex’s profile said he was single.

  Interesting.

  I kept my phone close, and at noon I called Ben. The call went straight to voice mail, and I left a short message. I paced around the house, trying to stay busy. Five minutes later, a text came through.

  Still interested?

  My shoulders slumped. I was hoping to hear his voice, but twenty-somethings preferred texting.

  Yes, I wrote back. What time?

  Eight?

  There was no way in hell I could wait that long, but I didn’t want to look too eager.

  How about seven? I asked.

  Seven is fine. We can’t wait.

  I grinned. I loved his use of the word we. I had to find out more about them. How long had they been together? How many women had they shared?

  And why did they pick me?

  I texted him my address, and my phone chimed again. Ben sent a picture of his face. His hair was a little longer, and five o’clock shadow dotted his jaw. Before I could respond, a second picture came in. It was a picture of Alex, wearing a white t-shirt that outlined his broad shoulders.

  I took a few pictures of my face, and chose the best one to send.

  That all you got? Ben asked.

  I laughed. I wasn’t about to start sexting, but I could do better.

  I hoisted my boobs up and tugged down my tank top, showing the little cleavage I could produce. I leaned forward a little and took a few pictures with my mouth open in a sexy pout. I sent the best one, and my heart thudded as I waited for his reply.

  That’s more like it. Alex says hi.

  So they were together. What were they doing? Did they live together? I thought about the two of them in bed, kissing and touching. Hard bodies and tongues pressing together.

  I looked at the clock and moaned. Nearly seven hours to go.

  They were doing this on purpose. They were messing with me, getting me all hot and bothered.

  It was working. My breasts were achy, and I felt every shift of my underwear against my thighs and pussy.

  I passed the afternoon reading an erotic novel that didn’t help the situation in my underwear. I ate a light dinner and took a bath. I took my time shaving my legs and trimming my pussy. I hoped they didn’t mind some hair, then decided I didn’t give a shit. They could take it or leave it.