Getting Plowed By The Gardner 3

I felt my pulse quicken again at the sight of them standing at my door. “Of course, come in. Take all the time you need.”

Jake and Miguel stepped inside, both looking a little more relaxed than when they had left earlier. Jake rubbed the back of his neck. “Thanks, Mrs. Angelique. We will be quick. The tools should be right where we left them in the backyard and upstairs.”

I closed the door behind them and smiled, my heart beating faster. “Actually, it is getting quite late. Have you boys eaten dinner yet? Why do not you stay for dinner? It is the least I can do after everything that happened today and how understanding you both were.”

Miguel looked surprised but clearly pleased. “Are you sure? We do not want to impose on your evening or take up too much of your time.”

“I am sure,” I said quickly, my voice warm. “It gets very lonely eating alone every single night. Please stay. I insist. I will make something simple and we can talk more. I would really enjoy the company.”

Jake glanced at Miguel, then back at me with a shy smile. “If you are really okay with it, we would love to stay. Thank you so much, Mrs. Angelique. That sounds a lot better than grabbing fast food on the way home.”

I led them into the kitchen, still wearing only my silk bathrobe. “Great. You two can wash your hands at the sink while I start pulling things out. How does grilled chicken pasta with a fresh salad sound? I have everything ready.”

“Sounds perfect,” Miguel said as he rolled up his sleeves. “We can help. Just tell us what to do. We are pretty handy in the kitchen when we need to be.”

While I took out chicken and vegetables from the fridge, Jake spotted the wine rack. “This bottle looks really good. Should I open it? A glass of wine with dinner would be nice after a long day.”

“Yes please,” I replied, feeling a flutter in my stomach. “Pour three glasses. I could definitely use one after everything that happened today.”

We worked side by side in the kitchen. Miguel chopped vegetables while Jake seasoned the chicken. The kitchen soon filled with the smell of food and easy conversation.

“So tell me more about you two,” I said, taking my first sip of wine. “Do you have girlfriends waiting for you at home after work?”

Miguel laughed softly. “No girlfriend right now for me. We are both single. Too busy with the business most days to really focus on dating.”

Jake handed me a fresh glass after refilling it. “What about you, Mrs. Angelique? Your husband really leaves you alone this much? That seems crazy to me. You are too nice to be by yourself all the time.”

I took a longer sip, the wine warming my body nicely. “He does. Sometimes weeks at a time. I have gotten used to it, but it is really nice having company tonight. You boys make the house feel alive again. It has been so quiet here lately.”

Miguel’s eyes lingered on me for a moment. “You deserve company every night. A woman like you should not be left alone. You are too beautiful and kind for that kind of loneliness.”

I felt my cheeks flush. “You are both very sweet. Keep talking like that and I might not let you leave at all tonight.”

Jake smiled and refilled my glass again. “We would not complain one bit. This is already turning into the best job we have had in months.”

As we cooked and drank, my mind kept drifting to naughty thoughts. I kept imagining being sandwiched between them. Jake’s hard body in front of me, Miguel’s strong frame pressed against my back, their hands roaming all over my skin, their young cocks hard and ready. The fantasy made my nipples tighten under the thin robe and heat pool heavily between my legs.

I tried to focus on stirring the pasta, but the wine and their presence made it almost impossible.

“This wine is really good,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “It is making me feel cozy all over.”

Miguel moved a little closer to reach for the oil. “You look good when cozy, that color in your cheeks sure does suit you.”

Jake stirred the pasta. “I agree. You seem more relaxed now than earlier. I am glad we came back. Today started awkward but it is turning out nice.”

I laughed softly. “I am glad too. Let us eat before the food gets cold.”

We sat at the dining table with full plates and another open bottle of wine. The conversation flowed easily. They told me funny stories about their worst gardening disasters and difficult customers. I shared some of my lonelier evenings in the big house. The wine kept disappearing glass after glass.

After dinner, we moved to the living room with the last bottle. I felt bold and pleasantly tipsy from the wine and one thing was beyond certain, I didn’t want them to leave

“Let us play a game,” I suggested, curling my legs under me on the large couch. “Truth or dare. I know, it’s childish but I could use some childlike fun now.”

Jake chuckled. “I am definitely in. But you have to go first, Mrs. Angelique.”

I asked Miguel about his most embarrassing moment on a job. He asked me my favorite way to unwind after a stressful evening like today. Jake dared me to sing one line from my favorite song. I did it, feeling silly but happy.

Miguel looked at me with playful eyes. “I dare you to let your robe slip off one shoulder.”

I bit my lip and did it slowly, exposing smooth skin and the top of my breast. Their eyes darkened with interest.

“Your turn,” I said to Jake, my breathing a little faster.

He smiled. “I dare you to sit between us on the couch for the next few rounds.”

I moved between them, my heart racing. Their warmth pressed against both sides of my body. The fantasy of being sandwiched between them returned stronger than ever.

I imagined their hands on my thighs, their mouths on my neck, their hard bodies trapping me in the middle.

Miguel dared me next. “Take off the robe completely. Just for a minute so we can see how beautiful you are.”

I stood up on slightly shaky legs, untied the belt, and let the silk robe fall to the floor. I stood before them in just my lace bra and matching panties. Both of them stared openly, their eyes moving over my body.

“God, you are stunning,” Jake whispered. “Your body is incredible, Mrs. Angelique.”

I felt powerful and desired. “Miguel, take off your shirt.”

He pulled it off, revealing a toned, smooth chest and defined abs. Jake followed when I dared him next, showing his muscular arms and strong torso.

Piece by piece, more clothes came off. Soon Miguel was sitting in just his boxers, Jake in his underwear, and I was still in my lingerie. The air in the living room felt thick with tension and anticipation.

We were all breathing a little heavier now. The wine had lowered all our inhibitions.

Jake poured the last drops of wine into my glass and looked straight at me, his voice low and husky. “I dare you to suck Miguel’s cock, Mrs. Angelique.”