Four young guys

Jen felt a confusion of emotions. On the one hand she was relieved it was a bunch of guys - that was what she had wanted wasn't it? On the other hand, she was suddenly filled with apprehension about what might happen next.

The young guys seemed so loud and confident. Would they get carried away and treat her too rough? (Thrilling in one sense and yet scary in others). Would Mark freak out and think she was just a slut for wanting this? Or - worse - would the young students just laugh at her, thinking that at 25 she was already past it?

Jen took a deep breath, which had the effect of emphasising her already impressive bust, and strode forward, pretending a confidence that she did not feel. As she moved forward, Jen loosened the cord on her robe so that it fell open a little, revealing her tantalising cleavage.

"Hello boys," she said, her voice almost cracking, but not quite.

Their heads swung round like meercats and their eyes began to rove over Jen's body. Well, that solved that problem. There would be no danger of rejection from this horny crowd. Jen smiled back at them, still nervous, but slightly relieved.

"Can we do something for you?" ventured one of the lads. Some of the others sniggered to each other.

"As a matter of fact you can," began Jen, keeping her voice low and even, "my husband and I need some help with something."

"Sure. What?"

"This," replied Jen. And with that she opened her robe fully and let it fall. The lads gasped, as they took in Jen's gorgeous curvy body, clad in just a skimpy nightie. Her large breasts thrust against the thin nylon, emphasising the nipples hardened with desire and anticipation. Her wasp thin waist gave her figure a wonderfully feminine contrast.

Jen winked at the boys, then turned and walked vampishly back into her house, giving her hips a Bridget Jones wiggle as she went.

She was already half way up the stairs before the young men processed what was taking place. Then with a roar they charged into the house and began elbowing each other out of the way in their attempt to be first up the stairs.

Jen began to wonder again what she had let herself in for. Would the boys be considerate lovers, or would they take her roughly? Would they know what they were doing, or would they need instruction? What would Mark's role in all of this be? Would he be an active participant, or a sidelined voyeur?

Whatever path the evening was to take, there was no turning back now. For better or worse, Jen entered the bedroom.