“I’ll bring the bottle,” Ronda said as she walked unsteadily back to the kitchen. “Why do you say he loves me?” As she leaned over to fill her wineglass, she looked up to see Angela’s appreciative eyes on her breasts. She set the opened bottle on the coffee table. “Thanks for that.”
“What?”
“Appreciating my boobs.”
“You are getting psychic.”
“But why do you say he loves me?”
“I think that for him the idea of giving all means money. I think he believes that he’s proving his love for you with this house and the cars and the money-that he thinks of his work as giving himself to you.”
“Asshole.”
“Why do you say that?”
“He knows better. Shit, he loved me better when we lived in a trailer park.”
“You guys lived in a trailer park?”
“Yeah, all this rich person stuff is fake. You could tell I wasn’t from money. Those folks don’t go to libraries. Not to check out books. We lived in a trailer house when he was going to business school. He was good at school, but at least when we had no money, there was nothing better to do than stay home and fuck me. He got a corporate job and rose through the ranks. Just when they were downsizing and firing all their middle management people, he was on the way up. Now he’s a fucking VP at Bowman, Lyons and Heartland.”
“Oh, is that who he works for? Isn’t he afraid that’ll happen to him? That he’ll get downsized.”
“Of course he is. That’s why he says he’s always working. But I’d rather be poor and better loved.”
“Poverty ain’t what it’s cracked up to be.” Angela filled her glass.
“But sure, he’s afraid. He’s done it enough times to others, he knows it’s just a matter of time ‘til someone does it to him. He’s worked out some kind of golden parachute deal, though. He’ll be richer if they fire him than if they keep him.”
“And they wonder why our economy is going to hell. And it’s not because of me not driving my car and using up gas. He told you about the Chinese ship-the junk?”
“Oh yeah, he used to always talk about that when were in the trailer park, when we were poor. He had this fantasy of getting on a Chinese junk and just sailing around the world, doing nothing.”
“Well, that was the setting for what he was imagining tonight at supper.”
The phone rang. Ronda arched her eyebrows in a question. “Want to bet he’s detained by business in Japan?”
“Hello,” she said melodically into the telephone. “What? Business in Japan? You have to go there? Oh well, I’ll see you next week on Thursday… I’m glad you liked the food… Yes, she’s still here… I’ll tell her you said so… Bye.
“Asshole. I told you he’d do it. He says to tell you it was a pleasure to meet you. He wants to fuck you.”
“He didn’t say that.”
“No, you said that. Come on, let’s make love.” Ronda pulled her dress over her head and stood in front of Angela dressed only in her thigh-high stockings, her breasts, stomach and pubis shining in the indirect light.
“Any time, lover.” Angela stood and embraced the all but naked woman, and whispered into her ear, “If it’s every man’s fantasy, why not fulfill his? Why don’t you tell him about us and invite him to join us?”
“You mean it? I didn’t think you liked men that much.”
“It wouldn’t be men. It’d be you and him. That’s different somehow.”
The two walked up the stairs to the bedroom hand in hand.
“Would you do the anal thing with him?”
“Asshole?”
They both laughed at the ambiguity of her reply.
“What difference would it make?” Angela stood beside the bed unbuttoning her prim blouse as Ronda splayed herself across the bed and started to masturbate.
“I think it’s hot.”
“I thought you didn’t like it that much.” Angela carefully folded her pants and faced the dresser to put them on top of her other clothes.
“Not for me! To watch him fucking your ass. To hold his big hard cock and guide it into your little asshole, to see him sink it into you a little bit at a time, to see you taking him into you… That would be hot. Maybe I could even help out in other ways. But I’m no psychic, so I’d need some practice. I think it’s hot you watching me play with myself like this. I’m just about to come just thinking about it.”
Ronda stood up and walked around the bed to stand in front of Angela. She gently pushed her down onto the bed with both hands and pulled her panties down her legs and threw them onto the floor as she knelt between Angela’s knees. Knowing what Ronda had in mind, Angela lifted one knee over each of Ronda’s shoulders and lifted her hips from the bed just enough for Ronda’s hands to fit under them so Ronda could draw her cunt with its tuft of long hair toward her waiting lips and tongue.
“Go easy, lover. This time I want there to be something left of me so I can do you, okay?”
“Okay.”
Ronda’s firm warm tongue circled Angela’s clitoris until it was hard and as large as a pea, protruding from its cowl and vibrating with expectant lust. Then Ronda stroked the magic place she’d learned about earlier. She stroked it at just the right tempo and pressure until Angela sighed and shivered into an orgasm.
“Stop, lover.” Angela sat up and pulled on Ronda’s hands. “Come up here with me.” Ronda complied.
Angela embraced her and stroked her breasts, then her stomach and her thighs. “Lay on your back like when you masturbate. Let me do it.”
Ronda complied. Angela lay on Ronda’s left and stroked her clitoris with the tip of her right ring finger.
Angela saw the images as they developed in Ronda’s mind’s eye.
Jeff naked, his cock hard and firm. It was big enough that Ronda’s hand couldn’t reach all the way around. Angela on her stomach, her ass in the air. Ronda looking longingly at the wrinkled flesh of her anus. Ronda holding Jeff’s cock with one hand and bending down to run hertongue around Angela’s asshole, finally to dart her tongue into that tight opening, withdraw it, and then stay there to play with her anus.
Angela felt her cunt responding to the images Ronda was seeing.
Ronda places Jeff behind Angela and guides the purple head of his cock into the breach her tongue had opened. Jeff thrusts gently and Angela feels the soft head of his cock working its way into her anus, filling her up. She relaxes to accept the girth of his cock as he plunges deeper into her. Ronda plays with herself with one hand as she guides Jeff’s cock into Angela’s anus. Angela backs up to receive more of the cock into her.
Angela put her face on the pillow, kept her right hand on Ronda’s clitoris, and started to play with her own clitoris with the ring finger of her left hand.
Ronda pushes against Jeff’s ass to drive him further into Angela. He sighs and his limp shiny penis falls out of Angela’s asshole.
Ronda reaches her hand between Angela’s legs, dips the moisture from her cunt, and starts to stroke Jeff’s cock back to life. When he’s hard again, she pushes him onto his back and straddles him. She thrusts forward and back to feel his cock fill her cunt. Angela rolls over, sits on Jeff’s legs behind Ronda, and fondles her breasts until she starts to come.
“That’s it, lover. Don’t stop. Oh, don’t stop.” Ronda began to come at the same time Angela did. Both of their bodies shook as Angela lost control of both hands. Angela turned onto her back and lay with her left leg thrown over Ronda’s legs.
“Wow, those were some fantasies!”
“You saw them?”
“Um-hum. They got me so hot, I had to do myself while I was doing you. That made it even more intense.”
“So shall we do it?”