Cougar House Ep. 008: Chamber Made

"Evil."

"If you only knew." He chuckles.

"I'm sure I'll regret allowing you to move in." She sneers, "Close the door on your way out."

"You sure? It's a lot cooler with the cross breeze." He just wanted to spy on her.

"Well, at some point I'll need to get up and get dressed. With you boys having your bedrooms up here I don't want to be caught off guard again. Even by accident."

"You worry too much." Brian laughs.

"No. I might worry too little. Close the door behind you." Of course, she wanted that door wide open. In the future once everything was out in the open that whole lock dilemma would never be stressed over again.

"Kiss my forehead?" He laughs.

Grimacing she removes a hand from beneath her sheet and pelts his forehead with her fingers, "GO AWAY BRIAN."

He chuckles and gets up walking away. Meeting Cabot at the door he suddenly notices his forehead was damp. Wiping it with his hand he bulges his eyes. Even Cabot realized the dampness was from her fingers rubbing an obviously wet pussy. Looking back, they see Margo with her head tilted back, eyes closed, mouth wide. Her fingers were going to town on her pussy. The sheet over her breasts creeping lower in her frustrations. Thirty seconds later she hisses, "I said close the door." Her voice soft and sensuous.

They sealed the door until it clicked. Standing outside they heard soft moans that escalated into a far louder octave. They recalled her moans very well. Margo Needy had a deafening orgasm. Brian licked his fingers of her wiped away wetness and expressed a deep yearning. Cabot drug his friend out of range against his will.

"Did you plant that dash cam by her window?"

"Fuck! I removed it when I closed her curtains."

"YOU MORON! We could have had video of her masturbating." Cabot's suggestion that they set up the cam maintained his feigned ignorance of her requested secret. He thought it was a good idea to throw Brian off and still get some juicy footage.

"She wants us, or she wouldn't have done that."

"Margo made us leave. She's just..." Maybe she did. Minds were blown. They swiftly crept back toward her door leaving the breakfast tray by the stairs.

In her bed Margo dared to lay atop her sheet the entire time. Daring mentally for the boys to barge right back in and catch her. The stimulation of thought gave her convulsions. If the cam had been left it would have been the perfect show. As her desires diminished, she shivered and slapped her mattress out of frustration.

"That was fun. Time to behave Margo." Her sheepish expression led to suckling her fingertips of her juices. Biting down on a nail with exhilaration she leers at the door and sees shadows beneath it. They had been listening to her. Her thoughts intensify at the imagery and her fingers are reintroduced. Why was she doing this? The boys challenging her during breakfast under such circumstances had been more than her own self-control could resist. While not wanting to go too far in favor of her game she let them tease her instead. This was so wrong but feeling closer than ever to right. If she gave them the impression that she was turned on by them, things would only escalate beyond her control. Still, it had been a really long time since Darryl. There had been no other men but him since. Until Cabot, then Brian. Whimpering a bit as fingers moved in and out of her, she watches the shadows and listens for whispers. Nothing.

Memories of the day that they took Elliot to the Philadelphia airport in Brian's truck flood over her. Having to sit in the laps of Heath, Eric, and Cabot. Brian's brother Jeffrey watching from the front seat as she was bounced all over the place. She tried her best to behave, and overall, she did, but in wearing a short dress it was impossible to deny the fact that her bare bottom was basically giving each of them a lap dance without even trying. Keeping it too herself that she knew both Eric and Cabot had pulled out their cocks to let her sit on them skin on skin. She played along. Even in the long drive after falling asleep she worried what they might do. It was really hot that day even with the air on. To a degree she felt like a stripper that day. She should have known then and there that things were going to get out of hand. Boys would be boys. She even removed her panties on the way home after a forced squat to pee along the interstate. The ride gave her plenty to think about. Their own thoughts even darker as they massaged her.

"Stop this, Margo." She winces as fingers patrol her G-spot. "Stoooooooopp it this instance." Her fingers told her no. Her hormones were too on fire. As the shadows lurked, she squeezed a breast, nibbling her lower lip, and fought off blinking. "This feels so fucking good." She needed to control herself, she knew that. Regardless of what she had already done with these two boys they were her son's friends. As she whimpers a soft rap on the door flares her eyes even brighter.

"Margo? Are you alright?" She heard Cabot. Resisting a reply, she strains at her sensations brewing within for a second orgasm. Knowing at least Cabot was there listening she escalates her moans into more of the sounds of distress. Let scene two begin. ACTION!

"Noooo!" Don't cum Margo she huffed.

"Margo?"

The doorknob creaks and she quietly reacts with panic. Tugging the sheet back over her in a rush she feigns an uneasy slumber, sweaty and trembling Margo returns her fingers to the succulence of her pussy. In and out she waits to see what happens. The door eases open further and unknown to her both boys look in to see her writhing. Brian started to say something, but Cabot palmed his mouth to silence him. She looked as if she were having a bad dream. She must have fallen asleep fast after her earlier orgasm. They knew better but Cabot played along in convincing Brian. He didn't care one way or the other, he knew she was touching herself.

Creeping in, Margo felt their presence and slowed her fingering, not wanting to cum right in front of them. A tender entry and exit she rolled around a bit under her silk sheet, every contour again hugging her curves. "Nooo! Don't leave me." Cabot bulged his eyes. Was she referring to he and Brian? Or, to her husband Darryl? Tiptoeing closer to her bedside the boys shared in her drama, awestruck by her beauty. Even the sheet on her chest drifted lower, both boys anticipating a nipple exposure shortly. She looked sad in her faint mumbles. "I don't want to be alone."

Fist bumping the boys prided themselves on what they were hearing. Brian took the lead and sat back down beside her making certain he didn't sit on her sheet. Moving it aside just enough to keep her from feeling him so close. "I need you." She barely recites wondering just what the boys were thinking of her performance. Her fingers inside her were hidden by a raised leg that stretched her sheet up to show her flesh from armpit to hip. Just enough to tease she thought.

Looking over at Cabot, Brian silently mouthed the word, "Fuuuuuuck!"

Cabot moved quietly around the bed to the other side and where her hidden masturbation was harder to mask. She didn't want to stop, so she didn't. He could see her hand working it ever so slowly. Fearful of being busted Cabot scurried around the bed and motioned Brian to follow him out. The second Brian stood up she went into more theatrics. Acting as if stressed within her dream she rolled left, the sheet revealing her bare butt for only a second before she turned to face them again. In her frolicking aimlessly her right leg escaped the sheet all the way up to her thigh. Her fingers still inside her were barely hidden by the sheet. The boys dropped their jaws. Her breasts were still covered just enough to antagonize them.

"I miss your touch." She exhales softly, "Caressing my body."

"FUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK!" They both mouthed even more enthusiastically.

"Making love to me." She continues her fever dream while awake. This was too much fun torturing these poor boys. The question remained, if she did resort to cumming again they might presume it was a game. She needed to keep it under the radar. "Please make love to me. PLEASE!" She blurts out rolling to her back, her hip in full view now. Somehow that damnable sheet still clung to her breasts. It was obvious now that she was fingering herself, her hand lifting the sheet in a dance of cloth revealing even more hip then losing, revealing, losing sight. The boys were in absolute statue mode.

Brian nods his wish fulfillment and unzips his pants. Stressed, Cabot stops him from going any further mouthing, "Don't be an idiot."

"I wanna fuck her." He stressed with a glare.

"MMMMMMMM!" She releases a moan to entice. "It's been such a long time. No Elliot is sleeping. Take me!" She rolls a bit more and blesses them with their first ever solid look at her breasts since entering her room. Of course, that was untrue, but both boys wouldn't admit it to one another. Her game had them wrapped around her pinky. Finally, the sheet gave way.

"AWESOME." They mouthed. Brian swiftly pulled his cell out and took a picture of them. The flash seemed to make her react. Slowing her masturbation, she shuddered a bit as if the dream was fading away. Cabot feigned sweating bullets, grabbing Brian's shirt to drag him away. At the door for safety, they lingered to see if she was waking up. As she did revive looking up at the ceiling she acted as if uncertain where she was. Time to go Cabot closed the door ever so quietly. Brian was stoked by the photo he took. Showing it immediately to Cabot for a shared grin

Giggling gently, Margo turned to the door nibbling her wet fingernail. Still shadows beneath the threshold she ponders what she had done. That was so risky but so very hot, wondering what would happen if she had continued. This act was over the top, letting them see her breasts. Surely, they would tell Heath and Eric. A worthy test of their loyalty at best. Once they hear of it even, they might try being as sneaky. Smiling she returns her fingers to her pussy. Just once more. Let them. She could be sneaky too.

"I wonder what they would do if I screamed?"

That would be for another day...

"Bad idea Margo. This can only get worse." Giggling she sighs, "God, I hope it gets worse." Why couldn't Margo Needy stop smiling? "Teasing them both harboring my seductions just seemed right. Keep them intrigued." Oh, it was going to be lots of fun from that point onward. "I'll just play along as if I didn't know they watched me do that. See if they fess up, or admit they want to see me more. So wrong. So wrong Margo. No, darn it. That was the right thing to do." The game was afoot.

"You leave that dash cam this time?" Cabot wondered.

"FUCK NO!"

"Idiot!"

It didn't matter. Shockingly they did keep this photo of her masturbating to themselves and still never revealed to one another that they had already fucked the shit out of their new landlady. It was almost laughable that they actually kept it it all a secret from one another. Picture forwarded to Cabot the boys went to their rooms.

A picture was worth a thousand jerks.