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W hen Lucy rose on Sunday morning, she wondered how the day would go.

Those two were swiftly making their home deep into her heart.

Yesterday, she couldn’t remember laughing so much.

They’d had such fun. The day had been perfect.

Lucy had seen a different side of both men, and she really like what she saw.

When Sebastian had spoken of his maternal heritage, she had heard such pride in his voice.

She recalled the conversation they’d had early the other morning.

It was so obvious he had proudly accepted both sides of his ancestry.

Today, they were coming for lunch. That gave her plenty of time to do a few chores and dress.

The chicken coop needed cleaning, so she tackled that before anything else.

Once finished, Lucy went down to the end of the yard.

She had a few fruit trees, and there were ripe oranges to pick.

The three lemon trees were always laden, so she picked a few of them as well.

Allison said she was coming over on Tuesday, so she could take a bagful as well as some eggs and oranges.

Carrying the fruit inside, Lucy noticed it was close to eleven, so she had a quick shower and changed. She realized as she dressed that she’d put on sexy underwear—a skimpy black and red lace bra with a pair of matching panties.

How different it feels to dress for someone special.

She wanted them to notice, wanted to feel sexy, and it was something these two were always making her feel.

It empowered her to know she excited these two handsome men.

A laugh burst free. Here she was, fifty-four, and had thought that no man would be interested in her.

Now, she had two very attractive, sexy men who thought she was just perfect.

She pulled on a pair of jeans and a loose blue blouse. If they were going out and it was to a dressy place, she could easily change if needed. She brushed her hair then thought about putting on lipstick.

Laughing, she mused it would probably come off very quickly if yesterday was anything to go by. Instead, she sprayed some of her favorite perfume— Organza by Givinchy —and went down the main stairs.

Perfect timing. It was eleven-forty when Lucy heard a car pull up and went to the front door. Opening it, she greeted the two men.

Jack carried a couple of bags, but he still managed to kiss her soundly before Sebastian grabbed her with one arm and sent her pulse racing even faster with his kiss. He held more flowers in the other hand and gave them to her.

“Picked up some Chinese on the way,” Jack said, showing her the bags.

Lucy led the way into the kitchen, moving the fruit to one side on the bench so Jack could put the bags down.

“These your lemons?”

“Yep.” She pointed out the window. “See those monsters down the back yard. They’re full of lemons all the time.”

“Can we pinch some? Brad’s always wanting lemons, and we use them at the bar as well.”

“Help yourself. They’ll go to waste otherwise. Take all these. There’s plenty more where they came from.”

“Thanks.”

Sebastian took one of the bags from Jack once he’d emptied it and filled it with lemons.

Lucy got plates and cutlery out, setting them on the kitchen table, rather than the formal dining room, after putting the flowers in water.

The two men carried all the food containers over and the three of them sat.

“Dig in, Lou. Jack ordered everything on the menu, as usual.”

“Hey, I’m not that bad, Seb!”

Lucy could only laugh at them. They had a way of making her relax, except when the topic of sex rose. Helping herself to a mini spring roll, she dipped it into some sweet and sour sauce before biting into it. “Mm, delicious.”

Jack leaned over and wiped his thumb over her chin. “Runny stuff.” He raised an eyebrow. “Maybe I should lick it off?”

Flustered, Lucy mumbled, “Um ... I...”

Sebastian laughed at her but lifted her hand and kissed her fingers.

“Maybe we should save some to pour on her. Then we can lick it off, Seb.”

“Oh yeah. Although it’s damn sticky. Still, I think we could work around that.”

Lucy wasn’t sure if they were joking or not.

She decided not to say anything. Instead, she put some honey chicken on her plate along with some fried rice.

Trying to act casual, she attempted to lift a fork full to her mouth only to realize that her hand shook.

The rice ended back onto her plate. Blushing as usual, she shook her head and continued eating.

Jack took pity on her and started talking, telling Lucy about some of the things Sebastian did, things like burning one of their saucepans when he’d let the water boil away when cooking boiled eggs.

Lucy added details of a few of her culinary mishaps. “Mind you, most of the things I cook are disasters.”

“Don’t worry, Lou, I’ll have you cooking like a chef soon.”

The banter continued for the rest of the meal.

Lucy was surprised at how quickly she fell into teasing these two.

It was only when Sebastian told Jack he was racking up punishments that Lucy realized she’d be soon on the receiving end if things continued.

In fact, Sebastian had suggested yesterday that she deserved some.

He looked at her across the table and gave a sexy wink. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, my punishments are very good. Ask Jack.”

“Yeah, they are. You mightn’t think it, Lou, but being smacked on the arse a dozen times sure heightens sexual arousal even if he won’t let you climax.”

“Anyway, Lucy, it’s up to you whether you want to add punishments to our playtime. You don’t have to.”

“Maybe I’ll give it a try.” Blood rush to her face as she reddened. She was slowly getting used to this freedom, the way they talked easily about sex and enjoyment, but she still blushed. Feeling very daring, she added, “It kind of excited me yesterday when you suggested it.”

Sebastian clapped his hands in delight. “I love it!”

Lucy cleared the table to cover her awkwardness.

Sebastian came up behind her. “I’m glad you’re beginning to talk more openly.” He circled her with his arms then moved his hands back and forth over her breasts.

Lucy found herself leaning back against him. She shut her eyes, enjoying the feeling.

“Do you like me playing with your tits, Lou?” His voice feathered against her ear.

She nodded, dropping her head back to lay it on him.

He slipped his hands under her shirt and moved back to give his hands access to her back. He undid her bra and lifted it at the front. Her breasts fell into his hands, and he rubbed and squeezed them.

“Jack, we should play a little. Don’t want to do anything too exhaustive after lunch. But I’d like to eat something else.”

“Mm, that’s a good idea, Seb.”

His hands were on the top of her jeans. He undid them and pushed them down to her ankles. “Clear off the table, Jack. Let’s spread out dessert.”

Lucy hadn’t turned, but her heart had sped up along with her breathing.

Sebastian used one hand to play with her nipples and the other ran up and down her leg.

She hoped he wouldn’t touch her panties, because she was positive they were soaking.

He kissed her neck, licking around her ear. All the while, his hands sent quivers through her body. He turned her around and took her hand. He placed it over his jeans, and let her feel how hard he was through the denim.

“Look what you do to me.”

Lucy dropped her eyes. The bulge in his pants was so obvious.

“Look at Jack. Show her your cock.”

Jack smiled at her as he unzipped his fly. His cock strained to escape as he pulled down the waistband of his briefs. It sprung free.

“Now, my sweet Lucy, you will let Jack take off your remaining clothes. Then you will lie on the table with your legs apart.”

Lucy hesitated.

“Now!” he ordered.

She stumbled against him as she tried lifting her feet free of her jeans. Jack came over and removed her blouse, then her bra. He bent his head and took one nipple in his mouth, sucking and teasing at it.

“Jack! You’re supposed to be undressing her.”

He gave the nipple a tiny nip then pulled her panties down.

“Mm, pretty undies.”

Picking her up, he sat her on the end of the table. Pulling a chair out on either side, he put her feet on each one. Her legs were now spread out wide. Jack would be getting an eyeful.

She tried closing her legs.

“I wouldn’t if I were you. Behave,” he whispered.

Going into the parlor, Sebastian returned with a cushion. He put it on the table and pushed Lucy down until her head rested on it then stood staring at her.

“I would love to tie your arms and legs, but we’ll save that until you get used to my demands. Then I’ll be clamping these tasty nipples.”

He pulled at each one, rather hard. It had surprised Lucy last time he did it that although it sort of hurt, it actually made her more excited. It was as if there were a string between her breast and her clit.

Jack, meanwhile, had stripped off completely and stood near her feet, stroking his cock leisurely.

“Now, we’re going to play a little game. No matter what, you aren’t to move. Do you understand, Lucy?”

“Yes,” she stammered, wondering what was going to happen.

Sebastian looked around the kitchen.

“Give me a wooden spoon, Jack.”

Jack reached over to the container of utensils on the bench. He pulled out a spoon and handed it to Sebastian.

“Jack was being a smart arse when we ate. Let me show you what happens when he gets punished, although I know how much he loves being hit. This is more so you can see how he reacts to being spanked.”

Sebastian put the spoon down on Lucy’s stomach. He quickly removed his clothing, threw a few condoms on the table alongside her, then picked up the spoon again. “Hands on the chair.”

Sebastian pointed to one near Lucy’s head.

Jack put his hands on it and bent over. Sebastian swung the spoon and hit him across the buttocks.