“Hi, Joyce, can you cover for me at the office today? Thanks. I owe you one.”
“We have the whole day. Let’s do the sauna and then have a hot bath.”
Ronda led Angela to the sauna and turned on the heat. “Fill the water bucket, will you?” She handed the bucket to Angela.
“Shall I turn on the water in the tub too?”
“Sure, there’s an automatic cut-off, so it won’t overflow. Be sure it’s hot enough. I don’t want to jump into cold water this morning.”
Angela looked at herself in the mirror. “I see what you mean about getting fuzzy. Do you have a razor I can use?”
“Sure. Open the drawer. There’s a bunch in there. But why don’t you let me do it? Come on back to the bed for a minute. Bring a towel. I have some shaving gel.”
Angela spread out the Turkish towel and lay on it, her legs slightly open. Ronda sprayed shaving gel on her sprouting pubic hair and rubbed it in with her fingers.
“Mmmm. That feels good.” Angela put her hands under her head.
Ronda took the razor from Angela’s hand. “I’ve never done someone else before.”
“Just be careful.”
“These razors can’t cut anyone.” She was shaving and wiping the razor on the towel. “Hang on, I have to rinse it off.”
She continued shaving. “Shit, it’s not even.”
“Hey, leave something.”
“Okay, don’t worry. I like that little patch as much as you do.”
She carefully shaved from Angela’s navel down to the small triangle of long hair that guarded her labia. Then she shaved each side of the triangle until Angela was bare to her thighs. “There, that should do it.”
Ronda wiped the soap from Angela’s mons with a corner of the towel and ran her hand over the shaved area to see if it was smooth. “Feels good to me. Oh this feels even better.” She dipped her finger between Angela’s labia and felt the dampness of her arousal. “Relax, lover, I’ll take care of you.” Ronda ran her tongue along the outer edges of Angela’s labia.
“Doesn’t it taste like soap?”
“No, lover, it tastes like you. That’s a good taste. Like cinnamon and spices.”
Angela relaxed as Ronda’s tongue found her clitoris and began to massage her gently, and then more rapidly until Angela began to thrust up with her hips.
“Oh that’s right. Don’t stop.”
Angela’s breath was ragged, her right hand rested gently on Ronda’s head.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded again. “That’s it. Right there.”
Angela’s stomach began to vibrate, then her thighs. Ronda kept up the same pressure and pace. Finally Angela shrieked with pleasure as her thighs closed on Ronda’s head. Still Ronda did not relent.
“Stop, lover,” Angela gasped.
“I didn’t want to stop too soon.”
“Don’t worry you didn’t.” Her voice was raspy.
Ronda let Angela stay where she was while she checked the sauna and the bathtub. The faucet of the tub had automatically turned off. She checked the temperature with her toe before she returned to the bed to lead Angela to the sauna.
They sat side by side on the lower bench, their bodies dripping with sweat. Ronda filled the ladle with water from the bucket and splashed it onto the hot rocks to produce a hissing cloud of steam and sat back on the bench, her left arm around Angela’s shoulder, her hand dangling down and idly playing with her breast. Angela broke the silence.
“Okay, let me get this straight. Your husband is faithful to you. Because of that you want to put him in bed with another woman? How does this make any sense at all?”
“He’s only faithful to me in the technical sense. You know as well as I do that he’d like to fuck you. You said so yourself when you had supper with us last month. If he imagines fucking you, what’s the difference?”
“All the difference in the world. Didn’t you ever have a fantasy that you wouldn’t want to really happen to you? Rough or forced sex, for instance?”
“Yeah.”
“So you wouldn’t really want that, would you?”
“No.”
“Or have you ever thought about…I don’t know…doing something like trashing a car that was giving you a hard time on the expressway?”
“Every time I’m on it.”
“But you wouldn’t do it.”
“I don’t drive a tank. I imagine myself in a tank…”
“You could get one.”
“Okay, okay, I get it. So you don’t want to do it?”
“Sure, I want to do it. But I’m not sure you’d be happy to live with the consequences. If we do it, then he will have been unfaithful to you. You will have made the thing you didn’t want to happen really happen. Did that make sense?”
“You’re saying that I’m trying to make something happen that I don’t want to happen?”
“You were afraid he was being unfaithful?”
“Yes. Well not unfaithful exactly. It’s not the idea of him fucking another woman that bothers me. It wouldn’t be any better for her than it is for me. Big dick. Put it in. Pound my cervix. He comes. He goes. The end. I masturbate if I want to come. It’s that he’s keeping whatever it is secret. It’s that thing about love not having secrets. Then again, maybe all of that was just a way for me to make love with you.”
“Ummm. Maybe. That would give you the excuse. If he’s unfaithful, it’s okay for you to be?”
“Yeah. Something like that. I’m ready to soak. How about you?”
Sweat poured off the two women when they stood. Ronda opened the door and they went into the waiting tub.
“See how my boobs float? Yours are so firm. They don’t even float.”
“I never nursed a baby.”
“Oh, nursing changes your boobs, all right. But it makes your nipples more sensitive than ever.”
“What were you saying before you got off on my boobs?”
“That you’re about to make happen the thing you didn’t want to happen. That’s what.”
“What if it’s for you?”
“I can get along fine without some man’s cock fucking me anywhere, thank you very much.”
“What about him?”
“He’s happy with you.”
“What about me?”
“That’s the question, girlfriend. What about you?”
Ronda reached across the tub with her toe and stroked it on Angela’s newly shaven pubis. “Did I do okay?”
“Oh, my, you did fine.”
Jeff returned to his routine mid-week.
“I’m ready,” Ronda said to Angela on the phone.
“Ready?”
“You know, what we talked about last week.”
“You’re sure you want me involved?”
“I love you, don’t you understand? If anything is truly mine, then it’s yours as well. Including him.”
“The asshole?” They both laughed. “Hey, that’s my asshole you are talking about, girlfriend. Wait a minute, I have another call coming in. I better take it, can’t miss work even for love. Detective agency. Always looking for work.”
“You’re as bad as him.”
“We’ll talk later. Lunch?”
“Noon? Sage and Honey?”
“See you then. Bye.”
Ronda went to the gym when the cleaning lady showed up. It always made Ronda uneasy to be around the house when someone was working on it. She walked briskly downtown thinking about what it would be like, thinking of her husband fucking her lover, imaging her hand on his cock, guiding it into Angela’s anus, and where she would be afterwards… By the time she arrived at the gym, it was not sweat that was making her wet.
Angela dealt with the phone call from a potential client. A man thought his wife was cheating on him. Could Angela find out about that? She agreed to an interview to learn the background so she could decide whether she could learn anything. Maybe it would be as fast as a quick mental scan, but there always had to be evidence if that indicated something going on.