I opened my handbag, and thinking I might need to catch any inadvertent leaks, I took out the pack of panty liners, pulling my skirt up to my waist and holding it up with my chin.
I dropped my panties down to mid thigh, positioned the pad in the gusset folding the wings around it, and then pulled my panties back up, making sure they were comfortable and fitted properly.
Brushing my hair upwards, I arranged it into a loose bunch again, fixing it in place with the wide ribbon I had taken out earlier
Picking up my handbag, I took out my car keys and went out through the door closing it behind me.
I got into my car, and drove out to the main road, turned right and drove home, arriving there around 4:30 pm.
Parking, I operated the garage door opener, and carried the four cases of wine inside, I placed them on the floor ready for me to put them in the racks later.
Closing the garage door, I went onto the house, put my handbag down in the hall way, and went upstairs, I had a few hours before I needed to get to my parents house, so I ran a hot bath.
Undressing, I put my underwear and tee shirt in the basket ready for washing, and hung up the skirt in my dressing room, spraying it with fabric freshener.
Adding perfumed bath oil to the water, and pinning my hair up, I stepped in, settling down and relaxing as the heat soaked into my skin and muscles, I soaped myself with a big soft sponge, enjoying the warm flowery smell of roses from the bath oil and the soap.
Topping the water up from the hot tap, I felt the easing of tension in my legs and back as I soaked myself, before rinsing off.
Laying there and letting the memories of the lunchtime adventure fill my mind, if I closed my eyes, I could still feel those exotic sensations of sex with two men at the same time.
My stomach and groin churned with the physical remembrance of being penetrated and vigorously pumped almost continuously for several hours, and how satisfying it had been.
Though I knew that the feeling of wellbeing would slowly fade, it would take several days, by then my strong almost reckless appetite would have ebbed away to normal levels.
Even though I topped up the bath water with more from the hot tap, eventually it started to get cold, I got out and dried myself, applying the usual skin and body lotions, dabbing perfume on my pulse points, I brushed my hair thoroughly and pinned it up.
Pulling on a clean pair of thick and heavyweight cotton panties,I chose a sports bra and a plain light blue tee shirt, finished with a pair of my tight stretch jeans, and white trainers.
My mother would know I had been up to something naughty as I very rarely wear jeans, so this would be behaviour out of my usual character, but I wore them anyway, knowing sooner or later she would get me alone and ask me lots of questions.
Imagining her response, I could almost hear her question, “only two, is that all? Amateur.”
I went downstairs, took two bottles of Soave out of the fridge, set the burglar alarm, and left the house and drove to my parents house for the rest of the weekend.
Parking on the forcourt, I gotbout, picked up the wine and walked towards the front of the house.
As I got to their front door, I was almost bowled over by two little bodies, all whirling arms and legs, as my nieces, Maria and Jessica hurled themselves at me, shrieking in delight, “Auntie Miche, Auntie Miche, come and play with us, come and play, quick,” dissolving in laughter as they pulled me towards the back gardens.
As I suspected, my mum was looking at me, with her thoughtful curious smile, and I knew the coming conversation was almost inevitable.
Though as a family we all took great pleasure from our weekends, but from time to time, my mind drifted back to the early afternoon delight I had enjoyed with the two brothers.
Sitting in lawn chairs later that evening, my Dad and brother engaging in close combat with the recalcitrant barbecue, I relaxed and fell into a light reverie as I explored what I’d learned earlier.
Finding that I looked forward to the next time together with them, I idly wondered what else they had in their repertoire, hoping for something new and even more exciting.
There would always be a need for me to go and top my wine up, and hopefully my knowledge as well.
“Miche,” my mothers soft voice intruded into my consciousness.
“Yes mum?”
“Come over to the orangery, and we can talk in private.”
“Yes mum, of course.” …
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