I've written before about our friend, Vinny. Two years after our first sexual encounter, he was having major construction done on his house during the summer, and it meant his plumbing, heating and cooling systems would be ripped out and replaced. We had an empty guest room, so invited him to stay with us during the construction.

He moved into the guest room, and that night he and my husband called me into the living room. I was wearing some shorts and a sports bra, which was usually about as much as I ever wore at home. The guys told me to get naked, as they had decided to set the rules for Vinny's stay. As I obediently stood there naked in front of them, they decided how the next few weeks would go.

The rules were fairly straightforward:

From the moment I walked into the house, I was to be naked at all times, unless a particular outfit was requested.

I was to be Free Use for the duration of his visit. That meant that at any time, together or separately, the guys had free access to my body for their pleasure.

My role was to make sure that both men stayed happy and entertained for the summer.

They asked if I understood the rules, and I said yes. They said they were going to sit on the deck in the backyard, and that I was to bring them some wine to enjoy the warm evening outside. And I was to stay naked. Now, the backyard was fairly private, but I knew for a fact that one of the adjacent houses could overlook the property from the 2nd floor. It was occupied by a divorced father who had a teenaged son. I had seen the son of the house watching me anytime I was on the deck in a bikini.

They went outside, and I put a bottle of wine on ice, and added glasses to the tray. I carried the tray outside and poured the wine. As I poured for each of the guys, their hands caressed me, and they said this is what summer should be about. Glancing over the neighbor's house, I could see someone at the window. I couldn't tell if it was the father or the son, but someone was getting a free show.

After I poured the wine, Vinny told me to lay in the sun on the chaise lounge so they could enjoy the view. They talked about how this was the right way to spend an evening, and my husband told me to touch myself for them. Reaching into the wine cooler, I took an ice cube and began to rub it over my nipples and down my stomach. The coldness felt good in the heat of the sun, and it made my nipples rock hard. It also made the guys rock hard! I began to tease my clit with one finger, looking up to see if I was still being watched from the other house. Seeing my gaze directed that way, my husband said that I must have another admirer for the evening. "Someone is definitely watching," I said. "We'll have to invite him over one night," Vinny said with a naughty grin.

I continued to play with myself as the guys directed, finally having to bite my lip to hold back the loud orgasm that would have been obvious to the neighbors. The wine was almost done, so the guys took me inside and spent the next hour or so fucking my brains out.

This set the standard for the next few weeks. My day usually started by taking care of their morning wood, usually with a blow job, but occasionally with a nice, slow fuck. Vinny slept in his room, but the doors were always open, and if one guy was taking me for some pleasure, the other would often walk in and watch or join the fun. We would shower together, soak in the hot tub, and have erotic massages in the evenings. I'd say on average I was fucked 8 times a day between the two of them! This was on top of the blow jobs, hand jobs, and titty fucks I was providing on demand. Luckily for me the guys kept some lube handy. My pussy would have been a wreck, otherwise. It could be tiring, definitely, but I never felt so sexually desired and appreciated.

To this day I think of this as My Summer of Sex!

And yes, Vinny did approach the neighbor. But that's another story for another day.