Cool house and hot woman

Robin got up and adjusted her tight swimsuit. "I'll go into the house and get you guys a beer." She left the two workers standing on the pool deck.

Robin crossed the yard and entered the cool house. She quickly moved to the kitchen and pulled two beers from the fridge. Closing the door of the fridge, she turned to go back outside. The two men were standing there in her kitchen.

"We thought we'd invite ourselves in," Carl calmly stated. "We figured you'd have the air conditioning on."

"Yeah," Pete responded, "and we were right. It's nice and cool in here. Yeah, nice and cool."

Robin smiled in a way that was more seductive than happy. She handed the men the beers and stood close to them as they quickly poured the cold liquid down their throats. Robin could see the sweat on their hard chests and arms. She could smell the earthy, musky, odor in the air.

Carl finished his beer, set the bottle down on the counter, and turned toward Robin. "I think there is something more we can do for you." He reached out quickly and captured Robin in his arms. Pulling her close, he opened his lips and kissed the housewife hard and intensely. Robin melted. Her knees began to buckle.

Carl's kissing became more intense. His tongue **** its way between Robin's lips and into her mouth. Robin responded by lashing at his tongue with her own. Carl's strong hands began caressing Robin's body. He slipped long fingers under the straps of her swimsuit and pulled the garment down her body in one fluid motion. Robin spread her legs slightly to allow the suit to drop to the floor.

Carl broke his kiss. He quickly lifted Robin up onto the butcher-block table and spread her legs wide. Dropping his head between her legs, Carl lifted her calves and placed them on his broad shoulders. Robin's pussy was already wet and open before Carl drove his tongue into the hot slit. He wasted no time lashing and sucking the woman's pussy until her juices flowed freely.

As he had been fucking the woman's wet, pussy with his tongue, Carl undid his belt, unzipped his jeans, and dropped them down. He climbed up onto the table between Robin's legs, hovered over her slightly, and then slammed his cock into her pussy hard. The first thrust drove the air from Robin's lungs. She could hardly catch her breath. She had never been fucked this hard or this fiercely. She drove her hips up into the franticly fucking worker. Each time he drove into her pussy he pressed down so that his cock ran up against her swollen clit. Robin wrapped her legs around the worker's ass and pulled him down even harder.

Robin stiffened, "AH, SHIT, YESSS, Oh, God, Oh god."

Carl held still for a fraction of a second and then plunged down hard. Robin could feel the man panting as his cock emptied its load deep within her.

"My turn."

Robin looked across the kitchen were the voice had sounded. Pete stood there, totally naked, holding a huge hardon. She licked her lips and smiled at the second worker.