After hearing that Michael was on his way over, Ali and Scott quickly went downstairs to prepare for Michael's arrival. Ali put on a pot of coffee, realizing they didn't have much in the way of food in their brand new house.

 "Hey, Honey?" Ali started. "Why don't you run out for some breakfast sandwiches or donuts or something? We don't have anything to offer the boys once they get here."

 "Yeah, that's a good idea," Scott replied. "I'll wait til they get here and ask them what they want before I head out." Ali smiled and kissed Scott on the cheek in thanks.

 It wasn't long before they heard the tell-tale rumble of tires rolling up the driveway. Ali's head perked up at the sound, her heartbeat pounding in her chest for a moment. She was a little surprised at her reaction. She'd never been that excited to see her brother-in-law before – probably just some built-up frustration after her wild dream the night before.

Ali and Scott went out front to greet the boys. It turned out that Michael had wrangled two of his friends into helping with the move, no doubt with promises of beer and weed and a couple days without parental supervision. After Michael had said hi to Scott and Ali, he introduced his friends, Aaron and Tyler. Both attractive young men, Aaron had deep brown skin, penetrating eyes, and tight curly black hair, while Tyler was pale with shaggy blond hair and bright blue eyes. They were polite enough but didn't say much to Scott or Ali, though she thought she caught them stealing a few glances her way.

As they walked back into the house to get started on the move, Ali was struck by how much Michael looked like a younger version of Scott. He had the same big brown eyes, the same dark hair, though Michael's was without the slightly receding hairline and a smattering of gray that comes with being in your thirties. She wondered what it would feel like to have Michael's face buried in her chest, his thick cock filling her up while she rode him to climax... Whoa, that was graphic and sudden! Ali's mind was really fixated on sex today!

Ali tried to shake the intrusive thoughts out of her mind and focus on setting up her new home with her loving husband. But she couldn't help but steal a glance at Michael's bicep as he lifted his duffel bag out of the back of the truck. She felt a hum between her legs and her perky nipples sprang to attention as she observed Michael's eighteen-year-old muscles bulging from the exertion.

She felt her neck and chest flush as her hips started to ever-so-slightly undulate as she observed him. Her hands moved up to the base of her neck to try to satiate her sudden desire to be touched. Ali's arms raised and breasts lifted up, she caught Tyler gawking at her from the side of the truck. His mouth was hanging open, and she noticed that a pronounced bulge in his pants had formed.

 Jolted out of her reverie, Ali looked around again, thankful that Scott had been talking animatedly with Aaron and hadn't noticed her wanton display. She quickly grabbed a few things from the back of the truck and hurried back into the safety of her new house.

After the group spent a few minutes catching up, Scott left to go get breakfast for everyone, leaving Ali and the boys alone in the house.

"So, who wants some coffee?" Ali asked quickly after she heard Scott's car pull away from the house. She felt like she needed to be doing something with her hands, and she was starting to worry about what would happen if she let her mind lay idle for too long.

After all three said yes to the coffee, Ali grabbed a few miscellaneous cups from one of the few boxes Scott had brought in last night. "Sorry, I'm not sure where our mugs are yet. Hopefully, we'll find them once we really get going with the unpacking," she explained as she poured some coffee into each cup for the boys.

As Ali watched the black coffee pour into the last cup, she thought she heard a distant moaning over the sounds of the coffee. Entranced, her breathing got heavier as she felt the faint whisper of pressure moving across her abdomen toward her breasts. Not caring that she was in full view of three teenage boys, Ali let out a soft sigh of pleasure as she felt a hot breath against her ear. A voice resonated as if from everywhere at once, "Jennifer..."

An abrupt and uncomfortable cough jolted Ali out of her reverie and she noticed that she had spilled a few drops of coffee on the counter. As she moved to wipe it up, she looked back to see the three boys all standing behind her with varying degrees of embarrassment and arousal written across their faces.

"Sorry, I didn't get a lot of sleep last night," Ali explained quickly. "It's been a bit of an adjustment sleeping in a new place, and I think I'm just a bit out of it today."

"No worries, Ali," Michael said gently, his ears bright red as he took the plastic cup of hot coffee from Ali. He had grabbed a rag from the counter and was holding it conspicuously in front of his crotch as he continued to blush.

Ali found herself drawn to Michael with such intensity that she couldn't keep her hands from moving. She reached out and grasped Michael's arm in a soft caress. "Thank you for being so understanding," she purred. 

Thankfully, not long after, Scott returned with breakfast. Once they were all fed and ready, Scott and Ali started telling the three boys what chores they needed help with, which boxes needed to go where, and they all got to work unloading the full moving fan parked on the street.

Ali tried to keep herself busy throughout the day and did her best to stay away from the three apparently irresistible eighteen-year-old boys that were lifting heavy objects in every corner of her new house. It seemed that every time she was around them, she felt a need to lean in to show off her ample cleavage or bend over to give them a view of her supple ass in her short shorts. She couldn't seem to help herself, so she did her best to focus on unpacking.

At one point, while Scott was busy setting up his office downstairs, Michael and his friends were hard at work putting together the guest bedroom. Ali had been fiddling with the organization in the kitchen when Scott came in to grab a beer. As he was heading back out, he looked back at Ali. "Hey, the guys haven't been down in a while. Would you mind checking on them? And maybe bring them a few beers so they don't think you're just there to keep tabs on them."

Ali smiled and agreed, feeling her stomach do a backflip at the thought of being alone with all three boys in a bedroom. She made her way upstairs with the beers to offer the guys but before she pushed the door open she paused at the sound of her name.

"...that Ali, man. Dude, your sister-in-law is so hot!" Tyler's voice carried through the half-open door. "How did your loser brother score a chick like that?"

Aaron and Michael laughed. "Yeah, Ali's really pretty," Michael responded cautiously, clearly not wanting to overstep in his discussion of his brother's wife.

"Pretty?" Aaron chimed in. "Have you seen those tits? Man, if she were my sister-in-law I'd be jerking off in the shower every family reunion." He paused for a second. "Be honest, dude. You've beat one off to those tits, haven't you?"

Ali's breath caught in her throat as she waited for Michael's reply. She couldn't see his facial expression, but she imagined he was fairly embarrassed at this point.

"Maybe once or twice," Michael finally answered. Ali could practically hear the meek grin on his face as he said it.

"Ayyyyy," Tyler and Aaron half-yelled in reaction, followed by a slew of raucous laughter.

"Does she always dress like that? I swear she's not even wearing a bra. And those nipples could cut glass," Tyler continued.

"I mean, it's summertime, and it's her house. She doesn't normally walk around without a bra like that," Michael responded with a long pause. "But, it basically doesn't matter what she wears. You can literally always see her nipples, even when she's wearing a sweatshirt. They're like permanently hard." Michael was clearly getting a little more comfortable discussing Ali's body because his voice was becoming more and more animated as he continued to describe her.

Ali realized that she had been rubbing her hand across her breast as she listened to the boys talk about her. She knew she should feel offended by their objectifying language, but she couldn't help but feel aroused. The thought of Michael constantly aware of her tits, to the point that he was jerking off to her, was almost too much to bear.

She felt a sudden, almost overwhelming urge to march into the room and shove her upturned tits right in Michael's face. She'd grab his firm cock through his gym shorts and pump him until he couldn't hold back. She'd suck Tyler off while jerking Aaron all over her tits. Ali reached out for the doorknob and started to push when she suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, did you give the boys their beer yet?" Scott asked, interrupting whatever impulse had come over her.

"Oh, um, not yet. I was just about to," Ali responded. She was shocked at the vividness of the fantasy that had just flashed through her mind. She knew her libido had been increasing lately, but this was a whole new level. Would she have actually gone through with it? The fact that she didn't know the answer to that question was more than a little disturbing.

She opened the door, announcing her presence with "You guys thirsty?" The boys looked around sheepishly, not sure if she had heard anything they had been saying. Ali made sure to show no signs that she had heard as she handed beers to each of the three guys.

After they realized they were in the clear, they relaxed a bit. Ali noticed a few not-so-subtle gestures by Aaron from the corner of her eye, and she could practically feel Tyler's eyes on her tits. She knew her nipples were perpetually hard, but feeling Tyler stare made them stand out just a little more than usual.

Ali was thankful Scott was there with her because she wasn't sure she'd be able to control herself otherwise. It was as if every fantasy and impulse she had ever had was magnified ten times since they'd moved in.

"Oh, hey, Ali," Michael began after he had taken a swig. "We found this in the back of the closet and we weren't sure if it was important."

Michael held up a large shoebox. "There's like, some old photos and letters and stuff in there. Nothing special, but it didn't look like trash. Maybe the previous owners left it behind by accident," he explained.

"Thanks," Ali replied. "I'll look through it and see if it's something they might need." As she took the box from Michael, her hand grazed his and their eyes locked. She felt her heart in her throat and was suddenly overwhelmed with the sounds of heavy breathing echoing throughout her mind. She was fairly sure those weren't her own sighs, but they seemed so nearby it was hard to tell.

"It looks really good in here," Scott interjected, not noticing the lingering eye contact between his wife and his brother. "The room is really coming together. Bed's all set up and everything! There should be room for two of you on the bed tonight, and we can bring in the air mattress for whichever of you would rather sleep on a balloon," he continued, chuckling to himself. 

"Well, let us know if you need anything. There are some things in the garage I may need some help with later," Scott said as he moved to leave the room. "We'll be downstairs in the meantime."

Both Scott and Ali went back downstairs, though it took all of Ali's willpower not to come up with an excuse to stay in the guest room with Michael and his friends.

Ali sat down at the newly set up dining room table and began to sort through the contents of the box that Michael had handed her upstairs. It seemed to be mostly photos, though there were also a few hand-written letters, some cards, and even a few ticket stubs from various movies and other activities. It seemed to be a classic keepsake box that someone might hide away to commemorate past relationships.

Pulling out a handful of photos, Ali took a closer look at the faces of the people in them. She immediately felt her skin run cold in recognition at the face of the woman staring back at her. It was the woman from her dream – Jennifer, he had called her. She must be the previous owner of the house. Smiling next to her was the older man she had seen in the dream. That must be her husband. How could she have dreamed about them when she had never met them before? How had she known what they looked like? She turned the photo over, and sure enough, written on the back was "Greg and Jennifer, Summer 2014, Vancouver".

Ali's mind started to spin at the implications of what she had discovered. She must have seen a picture before this or something. Yes. That had to be it. She had seen a photo of them when they had initially come to look at the house, or in the paperwork somewhere. And she had just forgotten about it, and her subconscience had put the pieces back together to create her weird sex dream. That was the only explanation.

As she continued to comb through the items in the box, Ali found a series of notes. They looked like they had been ripped out of a school notebook. They appeared to be love notes, of a kind. Not particularly eloquent love notes, but they were definitely romantic in nature.

I was thinking about you all day. Can't wait to get my hands on you.

I'm so hard right now. Can I come over later? -Dan

I was staring at your ass during practice today. You are the hottest gym teacher I've ever seen.

Is your husband going to be around this weekend? I want to be inside you right now.

Up for an after-school workout today? ;)

The notes continued on like this, with varying degrees of explicit content. Most had the same handwriting, this "Dan" person, but there were a few that seemed to be from others. It seemed that Jennifer's activities in Ali's dream weren't that far off from what she was doing in reality. Jennifer was almost definitely sleeping with several of her students –probably what led to that bitter divorce the realtor had mentioned.

Ali was more than a little disturbed by what she was finding out about Jennifer and her affairs. She kept digging through the box and found a few polaroids with Jennifer and a variety of young men. Some of them were even fully explicit: Jennifer with a cock in her mouth, Jennifer's tits. Jennifer's ass, Jennifer kissing a young guy who was definitely not her husband. They went on and on. Ali's fingers moved faster and faster as she flipped through the pictures, almost feeling the sensations of what was depicted as she did so. Her face flushed as she stared at dick pic after dick pic, and raunchy scene after raunchy scene.

 She flipped again and was nearly shaking at what she saw. Finally one of the pictures of Jennifer's lovers had a face attached to it, and it was another face Ali had seen before. That was one of the boys from the workout room in the dream.

There was no possible way that the previous tenants had ever displayed a picture of the eighteen-year-old that Jennifer was fucking on the side. Ali racked her brain for an explanation. How had she dreamed about this boy? How had she known that Jennifer was sleeping with him? What the hell was going on?

While she was having a minor freakout in her mind, her thoughts kept darting back to the images she had seen, and back to the tableaux from her dream the night before. She wanted answers... but there was something telling her that this really wasn't so important. She mostly wanted to feel those sensations. She needed to be touching those bulging muscles, gripping those hard young cocks. She needed them inside her.

And there were three waiting for her right upstairs...

"Honey, I think I'm going to go grab the guys and get started in the garage," Scott's voice interrupted Ali's deviant thoughts. "It's definitely not a one-man job, and I want to get it done before everyone gets too tired to move."

"Oh, yeah, okay," Ali responded, still reeling from her whirlwind discovery.

"If you're done in the kitchen, why don't you start setting up the closet in our bedroom," Scott said cheerfully. "I know you're particular about that stuff, and I can't unpack until I know which part of the closet is mine. If any of it is really mine," he added with another self-satisfied chuckle. 

Ali gave him a smile and replied, "Yeah, no problem, I'll be upstairs if you need me."

Simultaneously relieved and somewhat disappointed that the three guys would be occupied for a while, Ali grabbed a few boxes of clothes from the hallway and made her way to the master bedroom to start organizing their new closet.

Those activities kept everyone in the house relatively busy for the rest of the working day, and by the time dinner rolled around, the guys were all exhausted. They ordered a few pizzas, lit up a joint, and watched a brainless movie in the living room until it got late enough to go to bed. Ali tried to focus on the movie instead of stealing glances at their crotches while in full view of her husband, but she barely registered anything on the screen at all.

Scott finally put his arm around Ali and let out a deep sigh, "Ready to head to bed?" he asked. "Tomorrow's going to be another long day, though hopefully with less heavy lifting."

Ali feigned tiredness and nodded. Maybe Scott would be up for a little action tonight and she might be able to relieve some of this pressure building in her core. Though she knew even if he was alert enough to have sex, it would be a temporary and unsatisfying fix to the deep need within her. "Yep," she said, trying to keep her voice even.

"Goodnight boys," she said to Michael, Aaron, and Tyler as she left with Scott. "Don't get in too much trouble tonight," she said, not able to resist adding a bit of flirtation to her voice.

"Oh, we have all kinds of trouble planned," Aaron joked back.

Ali smiled coyly. "Sounds like fun, too bad I can't join in," she replied. Out of Scott's line of sight, Ali made eye contact with Michael and winked. Before he had a chance to react, Ali was out of the room with Scott, heading upstairs to their bedroom.

As soon as the bedroom door shut behind them, Ali immediately grabbed Scott by the neck and started kissing him with desperate enthusiasm that she didn't really even feel. She wanted to be downstairs doing this to Michael. Or Aaron. Or Tyler. Or all of them. But Scott was her husband. He was the only one she was supposed to want, and damn it, she was going to want him.

Scott kissed Ali back, but he quickly put his hands on her shoulders with a tired look on his face. "I'm exhausted. And besides, we have guests. It would be rude to have sex with them in the house."

"Wasn't it you who was saying it was fine to give them beer because they'd be in college soon?" Ali replied, kissing Scott's neck aggressively and starting to remove his clothes. "They're going to be hearing people have sex in the dorms all the time. Why not give them a little preview?"

"Ali, what's gotten into you? No, I'm not going to have sex while my little brother is only a few doors down," Scott answered with a bit of an edge in his voice. "And I told you, I'm tired. I'm going to bed."

Scott's demeanor softened a little bit after he realized how stern his tone had been. He kissed Ali's forehead gently and moved to get ready for bed. Ali followed suit, surprisingly relieved that Scott had turned her down. She wanted to relieve the pressure, but she honestly hadn't really wanted to fuck Scott in the first place.

The couple got into bed, and Scott fell asleep almost immediately. Ali did her best to force herself to sleep, but it seemed like a losing battle. Minutes turned into hours, as the images from throughout the day played over and over in her mind. She saw Michael's hands carrying a heavy box, imagining what they would feel like gripping her ass as he fucked her senseless. She saw flashes of Aaron's easy smile, envisioning how that smile would morph into ecstatic agony as she pumped his cock to orgasm. She pictured Tyler's dirty blond hair becoming slick with sweat as he pinned her up against a wall.

The echoes of Jennifer's moans played again, intermingling with the thoughts of the three boys, coaxing her to action. She needed to feel what Jennifer was feeling. She needed to be fucked. And not by Scott. Those young hunks in the next room were the only solution to her growing need. As if in a trance, Ali slipped quietly out of bed, putting on one of Scott's button-down shirts, and snuck out of the master bedroom.

Her breathing rough and ragged, she tiptoed down the hallway to the guest bedroom and discreetly opened the door. Once inside, she took in the scene of the three teen boys sleeping. Aaron and Michael were sharing the bed, with Tyler on the small air mattress in the corner.

Ali stood there for a moment, just watching their chests rise and fall, listening to the ever-present distant rhythmic smacking of Jennifer's body being used in the back of her mind. She let out a soft moan of her own as she leaned back against the door, which latched with a loud click.

Michael jumped to attention at the noise, sitting up in the bed and rubbing his eyes. He squinted as he woke up. "Ali?" he asked sleepily. "Are you okay?"

The sound of Michael's voice was enough to wake up Aaron and Tyler as well. "What's going on?" Aaron asked from the bed. Tyler merely sat up and looked confused.

Before the boys had a chance to register what was happening, Ali smiled and slowly began to unbutton the oversized shirt, revealing her perky tits, and then let it fall to the ground. The boys were suddenly faced with Ali's completely naked hourglass figure. They all sat, stunned as she walked slowly toward the bed.

Although none of the boys had moved a muscle, the sheets seemed to slide off of the bed with an easy grace as Ali approached. Not at all fazed, the boys remained entranced by Ali's sexy silhouette. They didn't notice that their boxers also seemed to be pulled down of their own accord by the sheets, all ending up in a pile in the center of the room. 

Michael opened his mouth to speak, his now unobstructed cock springing to attention as Ali slowly crawled onto the bed. 

"I told you I wanted to join in on your fun," Ali purred as her hand slid up Michael's thigh. His cock jumped in response, and he let out a broken moanful sigh. "Do you want to have some fun, little brother?" she asked with an almost predatory grin.

Michael couldn't speak, but he nodded emphatically, acutely aware of how close Ali's hand was to actually touching his aching cock.

Ali smiled again and gently wrapped her hand around Michael's eager cock. His eyes rolled back in pleasure at the contact, and Ali was pleasantly surprised to notice that Michael's cock was slightly longer and thicker than Scott's. Scott had a decently sized dick, but the idea that Michael was a new and improved model was such a turn-on.

"I've been wanting to do this for so long," Ali continued as she started to stroke Michael's cock. "Do you want to suck my tits, little brother?" she asked playfully. Michael nodded again as Ali leaned forward, guiding her right breast to his waiting mouth. He took her stiff nipple into his mouth and groaned as he let his tongue flutter and linger on her skin.

Ali leaned her head back, losing herself in the feeling, and knowing that this was exactly where she needed to be. This was what she needed. Now she would finally be fulfilled.

As she opened her eyes, she noticed Aaron sitting on the bed next to Michael, completely enraptured by the sight. His black cock, longer but slightly thinner than Michael's, was pulsing in time with Ali's stroking. Ali's eyebrows raised up in amusement at the sight. "It looks like he needs some attention," she said, nodding to Aaron's cock. "There's plenty of room for everybody," she continued, gesturing to Aaron to come closer.

While Michael was still sucking on her right tit, Ali leaned over to kiss Aaron, letting out a moan as his tongue explored the inside of her mouth. One of his hands came up and firmly groped her left breast, while the other started stroking his lengthy cock, already slick with precum.

Ali leaned back once more, and Aaron took that opportunity to move down to kiss along Ali's neck, licking and sucking her earlobe as he did so. She shuddered at the combination of feelings. With Michael's tongue on one breast, Aaron's hand on the other, and Aaron triggering every possible erogenous sensation along her neck, she was practically in heaven.

Remembering that there was still one unattended horny eighteen-year-old in the room, Ali turned back to glance at Tyler, who was staring dumbfounded on the air mattress at the scene unfolding on the bed. His modest cock was definitely enjoying the show, though, glistening upward all pink and shiny.

"Why are you so far away, Tyler?" Ali asked. "Come join us," she said as she continued to delicately stroke Michael's cock and relish in all of the beautiful sensations flowing over her body.

Tyler stood up and walked to Michael's side of the bed, still obviously unsure about what to do. "Does that little guy need some love?" Ali asked playfully. Tyler nodded shyly.

"I want to suck your cock, Tyler," Ali said. "Can I suck your cock?"

Tyler's eyes went wide in excitement at Ali's forthrightness. His cock strained toward her and his nod rapidly shifted from shy to emphatic.

"Aaron, do you want to fuck me from behind while I suck Tyler's cock?" Ali asked in a soft yet confident tone. Aaron looked up from his position at Ali's side, his cock still in his hand, and moved his mouth back up toward Ali's ear. With his face hovering above Ali's ear, he whispered, "Fuck yes."

Aaron moved behind Ali as she shifted her weight onto Michael's lap as she continued to play with Michael's thick cock while he seemed thoroughly distracted with his face now buried in her tits. Tyler came up to the side of the bed, his bright pink cock at Ali's eye level, and she immediately took him into her mouth.

Tyler was the perfect size for a blowjob. Not too big, but big enough to fill her mouth. Ali let out a deep moan, sending vibrations through Tyler's inexperienced cock. He whimpered at the feeling, his hips starting to quiver and gyrate as Ali slowly worked her tongue up and down his shaft. She could tell he wasn't going to last very long.

In the meantime, Aaron positioned himself on the bed behind Ali, running his hands delicately along her back and kissing down her spine. Her entire body tingled as she focused on each perfect sensation. She felt alive. Everywhere.

Ali felt Aaron's cock slide between her legs, gliding across her folds toward her clit. The combination of his precum and her own wetness meant that he glided effortlessly back and forth across her slit. Ali shivered with anticipation of being filled by Aaron's long cock. After teasing her for a few more moments, the tip of Aaron's cock finally found Ali's entrance. He thrust carefully at first, pushing himself about halfway into Ali's waiting pussy. After hearing Ali groan in satisfaction, her mouth still full of Tyler's dick, Aaron got bolder, thrusting deeper and deeper until he was buried to the hilt in Ali's cunt.

Aaron seemed to know exactly what to do. His hips moved along with Ali's and he continued to kiss and caress the back of her neck as he slid in and out of her. Ali felt a soft wave of a building orgasm flutter through her core as she gave herself to the pleasure of Aaron fucking her.

Letting Tyler slip out of her mouth as she continued to stroke him with her hand, Ali looked down at Michael. His face was starting to contort and his breath was getting shallower as the sensation of Ali jerking him started to overwhelm him. Ali eased up on her stroking as she watched him. "Don't cum yet, little brother," she said to Michael, while her own orgasm was continuing to build.

Michael let out a whine at the command, but he obeyed, focusing on resisting his growing desire for release.

"You're going to cum inside me," Ali continued, making deep eye contact with Michael. "You're going to have to work for it though. Do you want to work for it?" she asked, moving rhythmically with Aaron's thrusts.

"Oh my god, yes," Michael answered. "I want to do anything for you."

"Lay back," Ali said to Michael. "I'm going to sit on your face. You're going to lick my clit while Aaron fucks me. You're going to make me cum, Michael. You're going to make me cum so hard."

Michael eagerly complied, quickly laying himself onto the bed below Ali, who was pitched forward while Aaron sensually pumped in and out of her.

Ali straddled Michael's face and lowered herself onto Michael's mouth while she took Tyler's cock back into her own mouth. Michael let his tongue circle Ali's clit, all while Aaron continued to work himself inside her. The simultaneous stimulation put Ali into a state of pure bliss. She felt the wave of her orgasm cresting, an easy tide rolling in, and all she had to do was ride it. Giving in to the rhythm, Ali let her mind go, mindlessly sucking Tyler's dick as she rode Michael's face with Aaron's cock filling her.

Her breath quickened as she felt her climax approaching. She moaned loudly, not caring if Scott woke up, as her walls began to spasm and clench around Aaron's thrusting cock. She let the waves of pleasure wash over her as her clit throbbed in Michael's mouth and tingling spasms of ecstasy lit up her entire body. Her toes curled as she rode out the full orgasm, moaning deeply onto Tyler's cock.

Her display turned out to be too much for Tyler, who shot his load into Ali's mouth while she was still in the throes of her orgasm.

The feeling of hot cum spurting into her mouth while she came just made the entire experience more enjoyable though. It felt so right. Tyler stood there shaking as his cock exploded, not able to do or say much besides whimpering in pleasure.

Ali slowed down and eased off of Michael's face as she came down from her climax, but Aaron wasn't done with her. While he had a bit more control than Tyler did, it seemed that Ali's orgasm had pushed Aaron past the point of no return as well. He held Ali's hips in place as his pace increased dramatically. He was done with the sensual erotic kissing and touching, and now he was chasing his orgasm. One hand slid around to Ali's chest and firmly grasped her breast, fondling her nipple as he continued to thrust into her. He pinched her nipple hard, causing Ali to squeal in pleasure right as Aaron bottomed out with a deep sigh.

"Ohhh shit, oh shit, oh fuck," Aaron moaned as he started to cum.

Ali could feel the pulsations as Aaron's cock emptied itself inside her, pressed deep inside her and squirting cum against her insides. Again, she felt whole. She felt right.

As Aaron finally released her, her pussy now full of Aaron's cum, Ali rolled over next to Michael, pressing her upturned breasts into his shoulder as she kissed him gently. His arms wrapped around her into a warm hug as she snuggled up to him. Michael reminded her so much of Scott back when they had first met. But a younger, hotter, less boring Scott. She let her hands roam over his chest as she contemplated how perfect this all felt. As she did so, Ali heard more of Jennifer's distant moaning and was overwhelmed by a need to touch Michael's chest and abs. She needed to be touching him.

Michael's cock had softened slightly, but all it took was one brief glancing touch of Ali's finger for it to spring to life again. Re-energized, Ali got back onto all fours, crawled gracefully toward Michael's lower half, and took Michael deep into the back of her throat. Michael's thick cock was a lot more to take in than Tyler's modest dick had been, and Ali nearly choked as she opened her throat to take him into her. But even choking on Michael's cock felt like the most wonderful thing that could possibly happen. She waggled her throat around on Michael's massive cock until her eyes started to water and she finally pulled up, leaving a trail of spit behind for her hand to make use of as she pumped him frantically.

Michael's hips started to move in time with Ali's pumping, and his eyes rolled back. Ali could tell that Michael was again nearing an orgasm. She sped up her pace, pushing him right up to the edge, and then suddenly stopped.

Michael groaned loudly in frustration. "I told you not to cum yet, little brother," Ali said teasingly as his cock twitched in anticipation.

Ali straddled Michael, letting his cock flop onto his stomach between her legs as she did so. She grabbed his hands and placed them firmly on both tits. He eagerly began fondling them, rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger until Ali could barely stand it. She needed him inside her. He was meant to be inside her.

Unable to hold off any longer, Ali grabbed Michael's cock and lined it up with her entrance as she straddled him. Slowly, she sank down onto his thick cock, letting it fill her up entirely. Oh god, that felt good. Aaron's cock had been nice, but Michael completed her. It was as if his cock was made to be inside her.

She carefully sat up, letting Michael's stiffness slide out until only the tip was still inside, and then in one swift motion, Ali sat all the way back down. Michael's eyes went wide as he watched his sister-in-law undulate on top of him, his hands squeezing her perky breasts as they rose and fell with the rest of her.

Ali locked eyes with Michael as she rode him forcefully yet gracefully. She had never felt so... full. Every thrust felt like home. Her eyes teared up with rapture as Michael's cock slid in and out of her, tickling her g-spot with greater intensity each time.

Michael suddenly got an earnest look on his face as he stared deep into Ali's eyes. "I'm gonna cum, Ali," he said breathlessly. "Ali, I'm gonna cum."

"I want you to cum inside me, Michael," Ali responded, suddenly on the cusp of another orgasm herself. "Cum for me, baby." Her movement quickened as she used her pussy to stroke Michael to climax. His eyes locked with hers the entire time, Michael's hands moved to Ali's waist as he found his release.

Ali kept riding Michael through his orgasm as he filled her already cum-filled pussy with his own massive load. As she squeezed him for every drop he had, she realized that she was cumming again. It was so easy. Just the thought of Michael unloading inside her was enough to send her over the edge, and her walls clamped around Michael's spent cock.

Willing himself to stay hard through Ali's orgasm, Michael kept thrusting with his hips even though his cock was suddenly almost painfully sensitive. But as he kept thrusting, the sensitivity quickly subsided, and he was suddenly watching Ali come down from her second orgasm, fully ready to keep going.

As it dawned on Ali that Michael wasn't going soft, her mouth turned into a mischievous grin as she stuck her tongue between her teeth and kept riding. "Oh?" she said to Michael. "Round two already? Little brother's got stamina," she said with admiration. 

She glanced to the side and noticed that Tyler was sitting on the bed with his cock in his hand, gently stroking himself as he watched his friend getting fucked. Ali lifted her tits up toward Tyler. "You can cum on these if you want, Tyler. Do you want to cum all over my tits?" Tyler nodded as he moved to position himself where he could rub his dick on Ali's tits.

Aaron seemed to be stirring as well. Ali felt his hands start to explore her back again, the now-familiar tingle radiating down her spine at his magic touch. "Mmm, everybody's ready for round two, it seems," Ali said contentedly.

She looked back at Aaron with a sultry glance. "You should fill me up again," she said to him. "I don't want to be empty. Fill me, Aaron. I need you to fill me."

Since she was already riding Michael's cock and showed no signs of wanting to stop, Aaron took the hint and positioned himself behind Ali again. This time, he let his hands explore her full asscheeks as he rubbed the head of his cock. He spread her cheeks and let them go, watching as they bounced.

Ali slowed down to allow Aaron time to access her from behind while she continued to ride Michael's perfect cock. Aaron spread Ali's cheeks again and placed a finger against her asshole. There was plenty of lubrication from the copious amounts of cum seeping out of Ali's pussy, so his finger slid in without much trouble.

Her tight asshole gripped his finger like a vice as he used his other hand to stroke himself, desperate to feel that tightness around his cock. Once he was convinced that she was lubed enough, he placed his cockhead at her ring and carefully pushed himself inside.

Ali gasped at the sensation of Aaron's cock entering her ass. She thought she had been full before, but that was nothing compared to this. Having both Aaron and Michael inside her at once was a euphoria she hadn't known was possible.

"Oh god, oh god, yes! Fill me up, boys," Ali exclaimed as she rode both cocks at once, relishing every minute sensation of pleasure radiating through her body. Her insides were singing.

The pressure of Aaron's cock in her ass pushed Ali to the edge of a third climax as all three boys pumped away. Her ass spasmed along with her pussy in harmony, as she clenched and released every muscle in her body and rode out yet another wave of pleasure. After Ali, Tyler was first to cum again, rubbing his cock against Ali's breast until he exploded all over both of her tits.

Michael and Aaron both started moaning, almost in perfect alternation with one another. Their impending releases seemed to feed off of one another as their groans got louder and more intense. Finally, Michael let out a deep growling roar as he spent himself inside Ali's waiting pussy. Not half a second after, Aaron's voice rang out in Ali's ear as he squeezed her body to him and his cock began rhythmically spasming inside her tight asshole. Both cocks pulsing inside her sent Ali's pussy into another round of fluttering as she experienced yet another mind-blowing orgasm.

It wasn't long before Tyler was ready to go again, this time getting more confident. Ali fucked him against the wall, while Aaron ate her out and Michael watched from the bed, stroking himself while making eye contact with Ali. The three guys took turns using Ali's body for their own pleasure, and Ali used theirs in turn. It was hours before they found themselves too spent to continue, each having had countless orgasms in every possible position, and they all finally collapsed into a melting puddle of naked bodies on the bed.

After a few minutes of rest, Ali, completely drenched in coat after coat of cum and sweat, carefully pushed herself off the bed. Barely able to walk, she grabbed Scott's shirt off the floor and went to head back to her marital bed.

The boys gazed drearily at her from the bed, too exhausted to even bother returning to their normal sleeping arrangements.

Ali looked over at her boys and smiled as she opened the door to leave. "You boys stay quiet about all this, and there's no reason we can't have fun all weekend," she said as she slipped out and closed the door behind her.

Ali took a detour to the guest bathroom to shower before she returned to the master bedroom. She snuck inside the room, throwing Scott's shirt into the hamper, and slid herself into bed next to her sleeping husband. Finally, the racing thoughts had been sated, and she drifted off to the most peaceful sleep she had ever had.

End of Chapter 2

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