The look on his face was enough to tell me the answer, but he still did that frantic pocket pat to be absolutely certain. His head bowed down, and he shook it slowly.

“Sorry, Mum. They're on the bench.”

“God damn it. I wanted to go get changed. Is the front door unlocked?”

I hoped for the first time that he had done the thing that I always warned the kids not to do, but unfortunately, I had trained him too well.

What was I supposed to do now? Just sit out here in a bathing suit surrounded by four horny, drinking teenagers? Two of which had already seen too much of me. Surely that was a recipe for disaster. Now, I know the boys could spend the night out here and sleep under the stars, but I wasn't going to be doing that. I couldn't even go to my sister's place for the night because I didn't have the car keys, and there was absolutely no way I was walking across town in the evening wearing nothing but bathers, bathers that liked to ride up my ass at that.

Don't get me wrong; in a dream or a fantasy that might be interesting, but in reality it was asking to be attacked in this town. I could always ring my sister and find out if she still has a spare key, though.

When she answered her phone, I could hear party music in the background, and my heart began to sink. I bet she's been drinking already. I told her what had happened, and she at least had the grace not to laugh at my predicament, but my heart sank even lower when she reminded me that she wasn't in town because she was helping her best friend from high school to celebrate her fortieth birthday.

“What about Zoe? Where is she?”

“She's working the late shift, and you know she can't answer the phone at work.”

“That's unfortunate. However, I can think of worse scenarios than being stranded with nothing but food, booze and four barely dressed young studs to keep me company. Sounds like a Mills and Boon kind of dilemma.”

This time she did laugh, and I had to agree it was kind of humorous, but she wasn't aware of the way my mind had been working tonight. I lowered my voice into a coarse, dramatic whisper so that it wouldn't carry to the other side of the yard where the boys were gathered around the barbecue.

“God damn it. This heat is having its usual effect on me, and I have already seen one cock more than I intended to tonight, thanks very much.”

“Holy fuck. Lucky girl.”

It was clear she had already been drinking and wasn't thinking about my marriage or my husband stuck in his dingy motel room halfway across the country on his own. Probably bored out of his mind and watching internet porn while he lazily stroked his cock and hopefully thought about his wife. My fucking imagination was working overtime again as I imagined this scenario. The thing is, I knew exactly the type of porn he would be watching because we often watched it together. Damn, I wish he were here so we could snuggle up in bed and watch it together; then he could fuck me until I cum while thinking about the boys downstairs and their firm, ever-ready, young cocks. God damn it! Stop it.

“Hello?”

Bloody hell, I hadn't responded to her comment because I was too far into the fantasy again. I backtracked the conversation in my mind to find the appropriate response.

“I'm here, sorry. No, I don't think I am a lucky girl. This is awkward, beyond awkward, downright concerning.”

“Just have another wine and relax. Zoe will be home before you know it, and you'll be rescued. In the meantime, tell that son of yours that I want a photo of them all. I want to see just how much trouble you are in, girl.”

She laughed like a maniac, and all I could do was shake my head. We said our goodbyes, and I told her to have fun.

“You too, little sis, and I'm not joking about that photo.”

“Yeah, yeah. See you later.”

I had to laugh; I mean, from her position, it was a pretty funny scenario. I decided to grant her wish, more for a laugh than anything else. I walked over towards the barbecue and held up my phone.

“Hey boys, bad news, we're going to have to wait for Zoe to get in before we can get in the house, so if you need to go to the loo, you're going to have to go around the side of the house. Nobody pees in my pool, got it?”

There were murmurs of agreement, and none of them looked particularly concerned.

“Now, Pat, that was Aunt Jas. She's out of town at a party, so she can't help either, but she did ask if I could send a photo of you and your mates.”

“What for?”

I laughed as I thought, Probably so she can play with herself while she looks at your friends if she doesn't pick up at that party, but chose not to say that.

“Who knows? It's Aunt Jas. I doubt even she knows why, but you know she will pester the hell out of me if I don't, so suck it up.”

The boys all got together and each had their arms across the shoulders of the person next to them and posed in what actually turned out to be a really nice photo. One of them asked about who it was for, and my son explained about his crazy aunt. Andy said, Let's give her a good one, boys. They all seemed to be in on the joke, and even my son didn't baulk. They all stripped down to their bathers and stood around in various poses where they flexed and preened. It was done as a joke, but I knew that these photos were most likely going to be kept by Jas. If I'm honest, there was more than a good chance I would keep them for myself as well.

I could feel myself getting moist again as I thought about Jas playing with herself as she looked at these studs, but it was weird to associate my own son with them. Finally, after all the showing off, they nagged me to get in a photo with them too.

“I'm not getting in a photo with just my bathers on.”

“Why not? We all are.”

There was a lot of back and forth, but in the end, they won out. I set the phone up on the tabletop, lined it all up and set the timer. I jumped into line and suddenly found myself surrounded by hard, mostly naked, young men. One of those naughty boys, I don't know for sure which one, but I was pretty sure it was Andy, placed his hand firmly on my ass. I didn't say anything or give any reaction because I knew that's what he wanted, so I ignored it. As I began to move away after the photo was taken, that hand gave my ass a tight squeeze, and it sent a message straight to my clit. I was very wet now and feeling quite flustered. I could feel myself blushing, and I knew my nipples were rock hard again.

I moved away from the group and tried to compose myself. I was very hot in the face, and my pussy was practically gushing, as I could still feel the heat of that hand on my ass. I poured myself another wine to try and mitigate the shock I was feeling and sent all of the photos to Jas.

I was hoping for a response from her, but the fact that she had been distracted by whatever was happening at the party began to sink in as I stood there holding the phone. I resigned myself to not getting a response as I put my phone down and took another drink of my wine. I took a few deep, steadying breaths.

It certainly wasn't the end of the world being stuck outside like this, but it sure was bloody annoying. I was beginning to care a bit less about it, though, as the wine was kicking in and anaesthetising me quite nicely. I had finished the bottle that Patrick had brought out from the fridge earlier, and I had just cracked open the first of the two bottles he brought home from the bottle shop. It was very rare for me to drink this much; generally, I would have no more than two glasses, three on a special occasion, and I was beginning to feel the effects.

Thankfully, Pat brought me over some of the food he had been cooking. It would have been nice to have some salad to go with it, but it was all locked safely in the house with the keys. Still, beggars can't be choosers, so here I was with a plate full of meat and nothing but wine to wash it down with. Had my head been a bit clearer, I would have gone to the tap on the side of the house and drunk some water from there, but as my brain was now swimming in a vat of booze and lust-filled hormones, I wasn't in a clear enough state of mind to be using much logic.

It was still bright daylight, as the sun hadn't sunk past the horizon yet, and I wondered just how long I would have to wait for Zoe to come home and let us in the house. I looked at the time on my phone and was quite disappointed to see that it was only seven o'clock. She didn't even knock off for another four hours, and that's assuming she got out on time and that there was nothing that would keep her back at work.

I thought, briefly, about going to her and getting the key before she knocked off, but obviously I couldn't drive there with no keys, not to mention that I would be well and truly over the legal limit to drive. I could call an Uber, but I simply wasn't going to do that while dressed only in a swimsuit. Besides, I had watched enough exhibitionist porn with my husband to even consider that. I sure as hell wasn't going to walk halfway across the town in this either. As I said before, that was just asking for trouble.

None of the boys who had their own cars had brought them here because they knew they were going to be drinking. Besides, they were each several cans in now, and none of them had had their licence long enough to allow them to have any alcohol in their system. I considered sending Pat in an Uber, but turning up at his sister's work at a rather flash restaurant, half naked, several cans in, and needing to talk to Zoe could be disastrous for her job. She had worked so hard to get that job, and she was so proud of the fact that she was one step closer in building her career as a restaurateur. She dreamed of owning her own high-end restaurant one day, and the fact that she was the most driven person I had ever known made me believe she could do it.

The reality was that I just had to suck it up and accept that we were stuck out here for hours yet.

As though it wanted to torment me some more, the wine decided that now was a good time to make a reappearance in the form of my bladder suddenly complaining that it was filled beyond normal capacity. I knew there was no chance of holding it until Zoe got home; in fact, this would likely be only the first of many trips to pee once the “seal was broken,” as the boys liked to say.

I was sitting on the edge of the deck contemplating my options about letting them know that I was going to pee. Should I let them know or not? On one hand, if I announced to them all that I was going to pee, then, theoretically, there wouldn't be an incident where someone would stumble around the corner with the same intention and see me squatting with my pussy on display. On the other hand, letting them know that that is what I would be doing might give them the idea to sneak a peek, knowing that I would be squatting with my pussy on display.

I know Andy was definitely the type to try. Weirdly, though the thought of them trying to have a look didn’t fill me with dread or fear, but rather a shiver of excitement ran through me at the thought. I could feel myself blushing at just the thought of how much it turned me on.

The pros and cons of telling them were being tossed back and forth in my mind much the same way the boys had been tossing the ball earlier while I had been standing naked in the window, simultaneously hoping and fearing one of them looking up and seeing me standing there. Day-dreaming about my little excursion to exhibitionism land had me staring blankly into space and dangerously close to slipping a hand between my thighs for another little tickle.

My pussy was tingling again and practically demanding some attention. I was saved from myself, by the bell as it were, when my phone began to ring on the deck next to me, making a loud buzzing sound on the hard timber surface. The noise startled me out of my reverie, and I looked around at the boys who had stopped talking and were all looking at me. I felt myself blushing even more and wondered how long they had been quietly watching me. I looked down at the phone now in my hand.

My husband, Ben, was making his daily call home. I answered it, glancing around at the boys again. They still weren’t talking, and I had the uneasy feeling that they had been staring at me for quite a while before the phone rang. What had I been doing? I forced my mind to remember all the details of what I had been doing before the phone rang. I know my pussy was demanding some attention, but I was sure I had managed to restrain myself enough that I didn’t do anything potentially embarrassing. Although the thought of those young men watching me masturbate was bloody exciting, I’m sure I didn’t touch myself… Did I? Surely not. No. I’m certain I didn’t – almost certain, maybe ninety per percent sure. Shit! I hope I didn’t. Although it would be very exciting to do that.

No, Patrick would be mortified if I had. My face glowed even hotter as I glanced again at the boys. Patrick didn’t look embarrassed or angry, which made me feel a bit better. Andy, though, had a smirk a mile wide as he brazenly gave me a thorough looking over from head to toe. He wasn’t even trying to be sneaky about it, and as bad as that was, it made my pussy clench and my nipples tingle.

“Hello? Hello?”

“Huh? Oh, crap! Sorry, Ben, how are you doing?”

“I’m okay? Are you? What happened? You’re sounding very distracted.”

I laughed as I thought about just how and why I was so distracted.

“Well, it has been, and continues to be, a very strange day.”

“Considering I am having quite possibly the most boring day of my life, I hope you can entertain me a bit with how your day has been.”

I stood up and walked to the other side of the yard so that the boys couldn’t listen in and I could have some semblance of a private conversation with my husband. I told him that it had been a particularly hot day at work. It wasn’t code or anything like that, but he knew what that meant. I continued telling him how I had been looking forward to some “alone time” and that I was excited to go skinny dipping.

The aroused growl coming back down the line sent another shiver through my already tormented body. I then told him how I was currently locked out of our house with the four boys, wearing nothing but my bathers until Zoe got home. He sympathised, of course, but what surprised me was the fact that he was clearly excited about the fact that I was almost naked in front of the boys.

“Well, that sucks. I've told Pat to be careful with that latch. I'll have to get it replaced when I get home. I have to say, though, lucky boys.”

He gave a wry chuckle while I tried to decide if I should be appalled at his comment or a bit turned on by the fact that he had known that at least some of the boys would be happy to see me in my bathers and get a good look at my body.

“Oh, so you are okay with a bunch of horny, young guys checking me out, are you?”

“Men are men, honey; I could hardly blame them for feasting their eyes on such a sexy woman. I know they'll be depositing those sights in their wank bank for later.”

“Even your own son?”

“Yeah, well, that's a bit weird. I bet he's doing his best not to look too much, but I bet the others are getting a real good look, though.”

I swear I tried to sound annoyed, but the husky tone that came out might have betrayed just how much this was turning me on.

“Andy certainly isn't shy about looking; he's being completely open about it. It probably doesn't help that he and Zach may have got a good look at my ass before. My new swimsuit rode up pretty high while I was swimming earlier.”

The image of Andy's thick, hard cock earlier in the pool floated into my mind, and my pussy clenched in response as though trying to grab hold of the cock that...