“That’s it. Don’t stop.” Angela sighed and her thighs began to quiver. “Don’t stop.”
Again Angela shrieked with pleasure as the orgasm overtook her body.
Ronda’s tongue continued its firm massage and Angela’s body began to tremble with convulsions. Her thighs and arms shuddered and her stomach quaked as she gasped for breath. Ronda put her hands under Angela’s hips and felt them quivering in concert with the rest of her body.
Angela’s skin beaded with sweat and her eyes clenched shut as the seizure continued through her body. Her hair was wet with perspiration, her face drawn tight in a grimace as her throat rasped.
Ronda continued the fast, firm tempo of her tongue on the underside of Angela’s glistening clitoris. Angela’s knees vibrated against Ronda’s face and fluid gushed from her cunt.
Finally, Angela’s body fell limp onto the bed but Ronda continued the rhythm of her tongue on Angela’s clitoris.
“Stop.” Angela’s voice was a hoarse whisper. “Stop. Enough. Hurts.”
Ronda stood and went into the bathroom to get a towel. When she returned, she covered Angela’s shining body with the large towel and put a pillow under her head.
Ronda lay on the bed, her face next to Angela’s, her feet where the pillow had been. She stroked Angela’s hair and waited for her breathing to regain its normal pace. Angela fell into a deep doze.
When Angela awoke, Ronda had turned around and was lying with her head on a pillow, her legs wide open, stroking her own clitoris and sighing with pleasure. “So how many times did you come?”
“Jeez, you sound like some guy. Some guy that’s insecure about his sexual performance.”
“Well…”
“I don’t know, lover. How can you put a number on something like that? I came once. Then you asked if I wanted some more. I came again and then, I don’t quite know how to describe it. I started to come, I came, and then each orgasm started another one and it was like one very long very intense orgasm or one on top of the other, each one more intense than the last ‘til I sort of passed out.”
Ronda continued to stroke her clitoris slowly and look at Angela.
Angela crawled up the bed to lie beside Ronda. “That was the most intense sexual experience I’ve ever had.”
“Good. Now I’m going to treat myself. Open the drawer of my night table, will you? And hand me my vibrator.”
“There’s two in here. Which one do you want?”
“Both of them. I want one inside and one outside.”
“Can I help?”
“Yes. I want you to watch. I’ll tell you what to do.”
Ronda took the larger of the bullet-shaped vibrators and plunged it into her cunt as she turned onto her stomach. The smaller one she held in her right hand as the fingers of her left hand separated her labia so the tip of the vibrator would caress her clitoris.
Her voice was unsteady. “I’m about to start coming. When I start, I want you to spank my ass. Hard. Okay?”
“Whatever you say, lover. Whatever you say.”
Ronda’s hips rotated around the vibrator in her cunt and her breath came in shorter and shorter gasps until she shouted., “Now.”
Angela’s palm slapped the taut flesh of Ronda’s butt over and over as she came again and again.
“That’s good. Make it burn. Harder!”
Finally, Ronda rolled onto her back, her body relaxed, and she tossed the vibrators aside. “Give me a hug.”
The two women slept in each other’s arms.
Chapter Four
The next time Ronda made dinner for Angela was a week later when Jeff was home because Angela agreed to try to discover more of his motives and means. Ronda served braised green beans, broccoli, and baked lamb with a Merlot. She wore the outfit she’d put on when she had thought she’d be going out to dinner with her husband. Dessert was chocolate mousse. When they finished eating, Jeff excused himself and said he had to be back at the office to handle some phone calls to Japan while it was business hours their time.
“See what I mean?” Ronda exclaimed as she poured another glass of wine. “Asshole doesn’t even stay around to talk. He meets you, eats, leaves. That’s it. Business. Asshole. He didn’t even notice that I’m dressed to kill. He didn’t even notice that I’m not wearing any underwear. He should have told you to get lost and fucked me. Asshole.”
“I don’t know. I can see why you were attracted to him, for sure. He’s tall, dark and handsome as they say.”
“That’s the other thing. Why does he work out downtown instead of here? And why work out at all? If there’s not another woman? He hasn’t just had a baby after all.” They both laughed and Ronda kicked off her high heels and began clearing the table in her stocking feet.
“He’s coming back tonight?” Angela helped carry the dishes into the kitchen where Ronda put them in a dishwasher.
“He’ll call and say he was delayed. Wait and see.”
“But I can tell you that when he left he intended to come back tonight.”
“He always intends to be on time, or to come back. He just never does it. What else did you see?” Ronda reached up to the wine rack and extracted another bottle of the same Merlot.
“He loves you very much.”
“Yeah. Sure.” Ronda had extracted the cork with her air pressure device and poured the two glasses full. “Let’s go into the living room. Why do you say he loves me?”
“Well, for one thing, at supper I could pick up on the images in his mind.”
“Let me guess. He was thinking about fucking you.”
“Oh, you have the talent too?”
“No, but you’re a beautiful woman and he’s a man. And I know the asshole.”
They sat in blue velvet upholstered armchairs with a coffee table between them.
“You’re half right.”
“How’s that?”
“He was thinking about fucking me. And I have to say, that was pleasant for me. It was pure animal lust.”
“Told you so. He’s got another woman.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Why not? There it was, he was fucking you in his mind.”
“Well, he was also fucking you.”
“How does that work? I mean he’s only got one dick.”
“Okay, making love with both of us then. I don’t have any dick at all and neither do you and we make love.”
“Oooh, the best love that I’ve ever experienced. That’s for sure. I know he’s not capable of that. He’s tried. Besides, isn’t that supposed to be every man’s fantasy? Fucking more than one woman at a time?”
“Well, with standard equipment like you and I and he all have, how original can it get? There are limited possibilities.”
Pushing in. Prodding, insistent, demanding, painful. But filling and satisfying. Angela picked up Ronda’s image and said, “Did you like it?”
“The anal sex? He only did it once or twice and it kinda hurt, to tell the truth. I didn’t get off on it. You?”
“I liked it the times I’ve done it. Not that much, but I like to masturbate and feel myself being fucked from behind like that. You haven’t told him about us.”
“Should I?”
“Up to you. But love hides nothing. If you love him as much as you say, why do you keep secrets from him?”
“Because I think he’s lying to me. Japan? Do you buy that?”
“I do.”
“Put one of your operatives on him. He’ll lead her right to his snatch. He’s fucking someone else. Or someones. How does that go? Someones else like attorneys general, or someone elses?”
“Maybe you’ve had enough wine. I think I’d say ‘other people’, or ‘other women’.”
“Are you saying…”
“No, I didn’t get that. Although we’re-”