The Adventures of a Slut Mommie Ch. 13

Literotic asexstories – The Adventures of a Slut Mommie Ch. 13 by JohnMurray4173,JohnMurray4173 The Adventures of a Slut Mommie 13: Daddy Knows Best Part 1.

Hello readers, welcome back to my adventures. If you remember, we parted after my date with Freddy Singleton ended in his uncleaned apartment. I demanded that he took me home but forgave him enough to suggest he made it up to me the following day. When I got home, my son Johnny took me to task for adding three more lovers, my friends Patty, Maggie, and Allie. After he’d finished disciplining me, Patty, my son, my girls, and I spent the night making love. That’s where I take up my story.

Looking back through my story, it seems as though I begin almost every chapter mentioning my recalcitrant bladder. So let’s assume, as a given, that happened, and I was in the kitchen wearing only my shorty silk robe sometime after that daily event.

Jennifer was the first to join me in the kitchen on Wednesday morning. My robe, unnoticed by me, had ridden up, and my voluptuous bottom showed above the stool. Jennifer caressed my welts as she snuggled into my back. Her firm C-cups pressed against my back as her right hand slid inside my robe and cupped my heavy left breast globe.

“Morning, Momma,” she hummed as she kissed along my shoulder.

Turning to face her, I kissed her sexy lips and asked, “What’s with everyone suddenly calling my Momma?”

“What do you mean?” Jennifer asked innocently.

“First, Freddy. Now you. Are you telling me that I’m getting old?”

“Heavens, no!” Jennifer averred. “It’s just that Katie doesn’t really describe our relationship to you, and Miss Katie is only used when you’re teaching us. Plus, you growl at us when we call you Mrs Muggleton. So, we decided to call you Momma because that’s how you are to us. Our big, bad Momma, who is teaching us how to be better people.”

“So now I’m getting fat as well as old?” I teased. She looked confused, so I explained, “You called me Momma—old. Now you’re saying I’m big—fat.”

Trying to look serious but given away by the ever-present twinkle in her eye, Jennifer replied, “Well, Momma, we’ve all been too scared to say something, but …”

“You’re not so big that I can’t put you over my knee and spank you,” I reminded her.

Immediately leaning over my thighs, Jennifer flipped her skirt up, revealing the tiniest thong you can imagine, and said, “Oh, Momma, would you? Please?”

Laughing, I pulled the ‘string’ from between her ass cheeks and caressed her clitty. Jennifer moaned and parted her luscious thighs, so I slid my middle finger into her pussy and slowly stroked it in and out. My first and third fingers stroked Jennifer’s clitoris as I did.

“Can any of us get some of that?” Patty asked as she wandered into the kitchen.

“Sure,” I replied, deliberately misunderstanding. “I made a pot of coffee. It’s on the warmer. Help yourself.”

Giggling, Jennifer stood and welcomed Patty to the kitchen by pressing her voluptuous body to the taller woman’s and then kissing her passionately before casually groping Patty’s barely covered ass. Patty returned the kiss as she fingered Jennifer’s vulva.

“Oi, slut!” Charmaine jokingly snapped from the doorway. “That’s my older bitch you’re groping!” She pressed her nightie-covered breasts against Pattie’s back and joined the hug.

I sighed loudly and theatrically put the back of my wrist against my forehead. “Thrown over for a skinnier model,” I joked. “Whatever shall I do?”

“Hah!” Jennifer playfully responded. “You’re not the one that petite witch called bitch!”

“Oh!” Patty, who gasped almost as theatrically as I had, responded. “That means Charmaine called me ‘slut’! Whatever shall I do?”

Laughing together, we moved into a group hug and exchanged soft, loving kisses. These weren’t what we shared earlier that morning. This was four people showing each other how much they were loved. My heart swelled as I saw how my two young charges had accepted Patty into their midst and were doing their best to help her through her breakup. I could not have been prouder of them.

Johnny and Gina came in as we broke apart. The girls swung into action and began making theirs and my breakfast as I turned the grill on and made Johnny’s. It was Wednesday morning, so I knew Johnny, Phil, and Freddy would only eat a light breakfast before they met at the gym. All three may have lost their AFL careers, but they trained as if they were still playing.

Johnny had an offer from The Aspley Hornets to play in the NEAFL for them. He hadn’t decided yet but was leaning towards taking them up on their offer. As a tall, big-boned, almost man, his physical development wouldn’t end until his mid-twenties at the earliest. Therefore, there was a good chance his best playing days were still ahead of him.

Phil had never wanted to be a professional footballer and was already playing for The Morningside Panthers in the third-tier QAFL. Freddy stopped playing when The Lions hadn’t signed him from their rookie list. Phil wanted Freddy to ‘come out of retirement’ and play for his team, but Freddy still carried the scars from his father’s disparaging dismissal of him and his abilities when The Lions hadn’t signed him.

I finished cooking Johnny’s two rashers of bacon and two eggs on toast ‘light breakfast’ and took a cup of coffee and a banana and pear smoothie from Charmaine. Repairing to the kitchen table, we laughed and joked as we enjoyed our repast.

After eating, my girls, Johnny and Gina, left to get ready for their days. Gina, Charmaine and Jennifer were off to their uni classes. Johnny would meet his mates at the gym before going into their studio.

That left myself and Patty at home. I looked at the clock and saw I, too, needed to shower and prepare for my day. Patty followed me into the shower, but other than some soft and loving kisses, we didn’t do anything sexual. The previous night had been an erotic masterpiece, and even this insatiable slut mommie was satisfied … for now.

After showering and doing my hair and makeup, I put on my pearl white, sleeveless, draped collar satin top. Below that, I pulled on my black, high-waisted miniskirt. The skirt had a side split held together by decorative gold buttons. It was long enough to be decent for the workplace but short enough to show off my long, toned, tanned thighs and legs. On my feet, I wore a pair of plain black wedge-heeled sandals. I didn’t bother with panties or a bra.

Patty sat at my vanity with a towel wrapped casually around her waist. Her small, A-cupped breasts sat perfectly on her slender chest as she watched me dress. “Lunch?” She asked hopefully.

“Sure,” I replied. “Well, assuming I don’t have a client. But we get so few walk-ins that I’d be surprised if I’m busy.”

“I’ll bring coffee at about 10:00 am,” she offered.

“That’d be good,” I agreed. “I’ll be bored out of my brain by then.”

I walked to our office and followed the usual process of turning on the lights, switching the phones to ‘live’, unlocking the front door, taking down the sign, and checking for messages. There weren’t any except for one from Kristy in my personal inbox. Seeing that it had an attachment, I eagerly opened it. My pussy throbbed in anticipation of something lewd.

I wasn’t disappointed. Sean held the phone again as he filmed his thick, 7-inch cock, penetrating our daughter’s ass. He had the sound on, so I heard and saw Kristy groan and jump when her father’s cock parted her knot. Sean teased her by slowly easing his entire length into her. Before he was halfway in, Kristy was demanding that he “hurry up and fuck her” because she needed to cum. As with the previous clip, Sean must have waited until he was on the cusp of his orgasm before he began recording. Once he’d sunk his whole cock in our daughter’s bottom, he smacked her right ass cheek and started pounding her.

Kristy pushed her curvy ass back to meet her father’s thrusts. Suddenly, she squealed as an orgasm hit. Simultaneously, I could hear my husband’s grunts as his climax approached. “On your knees,” Sean demanded as he pulled out of Kristy’s ass.

Kristy spun around in time for her father to ejaculate all over her face. She took the phone from her father before turning it so she could show the sperm splashed over her beautiful features. “Love you, Mom,” she said happily. “Sean moved into the picture and added, “Love you, babe,” to the film’s end.

I queued the video again and moved my knees up onto the desk’s edge. Sliding forward on my chair, I let my skirt ride up so that I could play with my pussy as I watched. On the second playing, I enjoyed a petite but satisfying orgasm. I wished again that I was in Europe with my husband but accepted that he needed me here more.

I wasn’t jealous of my daughter like some would think. Kristy and Sean now had the exact relationship I wanted them to have. My only concern was the one my mother raised with my father and me—Sean would ‘fall in love’ with our daughter and want her as his full-time. However, our family had discussed that problem together. We agreed that if either thought or became worried that was happening, Kristy would immediately fly home. It helped that I had a similar relationship with Sean’s and my son.

I’d played the clip from my browser instead of downloading it. Even so, I cleaned it from my computer’s cache. Once I was sure my computer no longer had the video stored on it anywhere, I moved behind the partition and washed my sticky pussy.

The phone rang as I sat back down. Checking the ID, I saw it was Eugenie Matson. Picking the phone up and hoping she was about to cancel our lunch date for tomorrow, I said, “Muggleton Consultancy, Katie Muggleton speaking.”

“Morning, my darling slut, Katie,” Eugenie said charmingly. “Confirming your attendance at mine tomorrow. Dress sexy, little slut Katie. I expect your outfit to blow minds even before you blow their cocks. See you there at twelve O’clock. Don’t be late!” Eugenie hung up before I could respond.

Sighing, I put the phone down and wondered just what trouble I’d gotten myself into this time. ‘I’ll have to tell Johnny,’ I realised. ‘She said that I’ll be blowing cocks. Shivers! Cocks? What on earth?’

I had no answers, so I opened a web browser and navigated to my Bachelor’s course. Bringing up the project, I started gathering the data I’d need to complete it. I was using Word to record everything, and my fingers flew over the board as I remembered all the touch typing training I’d done in high school. The doorbell dinging brought my attention away from the computer. A man stood there with the largest bouquet of roses I’d ever seen. The bouquet didn’t move, and I wondered, ‘wtf?’ Then it lowered, and Freddy’s grinning face showed above them.

“Morning, my darling Katie,” Freddy beamed. “Are these apologies enough for last night, or do I kneel before you and beg for forgiveness?”

“Some kneeling and begging sounds good to me, Mister Singleton,” I joked.

“Your wish is my command, Momma,” Freddy teased back.

“Come here, and I’ll ‘Momma’ you,” I threatened.

“Oh, promises, promised!” Freddy exclaimed as he put down the roses, walked around the counter to me, and tried to lie over my thighs.

“What on earth are you doing, Freddy?” I asked.

“You mean being ‘Mommad’ doesn’t involve being spanked for being a naughty boy?” He mischievously asked.

“Not with my hand,” I said threateningly. “Naughty boys get the paddle.”

“Oh no, Miss Katie. Not the paddle!” Freddy replied in mock terror. “Wait. You have a paddle? Kinky!”

“Freddy Albert Singleton, you are impossible!” I pretended to grouse. “Now, get off me before I decide to spank you for real.”

“Yes, Momma,” Freddy laughed as he almost fell off my thighs onto the floor.

I shifted in my chair and purposefully let my thighs part. Freddy’s eyes immediately snatched to my parted thighs, and his tongue touched his top lip unawarely. He swallowed convulsively before dragging his eyes up to mine. He looked at me in mute appeal. Knowing what he wanted, I moved closer to the seat’s edge, exposing my neatly waxed pussy to his avid gaze. I crooned, “Would you like to taste me, Freddy?”

Freddy begged, “Yes, please, Katie,”

“You know how to get your wish, Mister Rick Singleton,” I told him breathily.

“Lift and spread your knees, my darling Katie,” Freddy said in a commanding voice. His voice sounded so smooth and dominant that I doubt I could have resisted even if I wanted to. Moaning, I lifted and parted my shapely knees, exposing my sweet, tight, slippery pussy.

Freddy moved between my thighs and lowered his mouth onto my flowing pussy. He pulled my silk top out of my skirt and then slid his hands up my torso and cupped my firm, full breasts. Freddy slashed my clitoris with his tongue as he gently tweaked my nipples. Groaning, I placed my head on the back of Freddy’s head and tried to mash my pussy against his lips.

Resisting my hand, Freddy shook his head, demanding I let him go. “You will accept what I’m willing to give you, my little Katie slut,” he told me. “I control you. You don’t control me.”

It was like, wow, so much better than Monday! Freddy was dominant but not domineering. Strong but not overpowering. Insistent but not demanding. In short, he was acting precisely how I needed my man to act. I’d have probably cum from that alone if Freddy had demanded it. Having his tongue exploring my clit and slit, too, was like adding a splash of chocolate sauce to strawberry ice cream. In a word: Divine!

Freddy slid a finger inside my dripping pussy and fingered my G-spot. Then, lifting his mouth from my clitoris, he growled, “Cum for me, my darling Katie.”

Well, that was a demand that I was more than happy to obey! Gripping the armrests, I tilted my head back and howled my climax to the ceiling.

Grinning, Freddy stood and unzipped. Gripping his solid, 6-inch cock by its base, Freddy slapped my lips with it before demanding, “Suck, Katie.”

Another command that I was happy to follow! And, of course, that’s when Patty walked in with the promised coffees.

“Oops,” she giggled.

I tried to pull back, but Freddy made me turn so Patty could get a better view. “You may kneel and share, if you wish, Doctor Bennett,” Freddy confidently said as he stroked in and out of my sucking mouth.

“Ahh, no thanks, Freddy,” Patty said. “Doctor/patient, and all that. You know?” Freddy nodded, and Patty added, “I don’t mind watching, though.”

“Take off your shorts and sit beside Katie,” Freddy sort of suggested. It was more of a demand, though. Patty dropped her shorts and climbed up beside me. Freddy studied her as he judged what Patty would and wouldn’t do. He looked at her intently as Patty’s hands kept reaching for my softly bouncing breasts. Freddy grinned as he figured it out. “Why don’t you eat her pussy as I fuck her mouth, Doctor?” He asked firmly. Again, Freddy had more demanded than suggested.

Patty’s hesitation was only brief. Then, almost purring, she dropped to her knees between my thighs. Then pushing my knees back and apart, Patty latched onto my clit. Her tongue stabbed and slashed it as her hands followed where Freddy’s had been and pinched my throbbing nipples.

‘Fuck, am I a slut!’ Flashed through my mind as I orgasmed on Patty’s mouth. My hands grabbed Freddy’s tight, muscular buns, and I pushed and pulled on them, demanding he fuck my mouth harder and faster.

Freddy let me get away with that. Mainly, I think, because he was close to an orgasm. Grabbing a handful of my thick black locks, Freddy pounded into my mouth before short-hunching several times. Then, with an expansive groan, he blasted my mouth full of cum. Swallowing quickly because I was about to scream through another climax, I downed Freddy’s gift before howling around his cock as Patty’s skilled tongue elicited another orgasm.

Freddy pulled out of my mouth as Patty sat back. With my knees trembling, I struggled to my feet. Wetting three facecloths, I stumbled back to my chair before falling heavily into it. Handing one to Patty, I managed to clean Freddy’s cock and tuck him back away despite my shaky arms and hands. Freddy smiled at me thankfully before collapsing into the seat beside mine. I washed my pussy before glancing at my friend.

Patty, the only one of us who hadn’t orgasmed, still sat on her bottom with her legs apart, playing with her clit. I couldn’t leave her like that, so looking apologetically at Freddy, I pushed Patty onto her back and knelt between her legs.

“Yessssss!!!” Patty hissed as I licked her swelteringly hot entrance. Spreading Patty’s pussy lips to expose her tiny love button, I flattened my tongue and forced it against Patty’s clitoris. Then, pushing as hard as I could with my tongue, I circled Patty’s pleasure nub. Patty grabbed my head and pushed her hips up forcefully. Seconds later, hissing through clenched teeth, my slender friend orgasmed on my tongue. “Oh, Gawd, Katie!” She moaned as she climaxed again. Another orgasm caused her entire body to shudder before she fell back.

Sitting up, Patty grabbed the sides of my head and pulled me close for a kiss. “Lawd, my darling Katie,” she hummed, “If only I’d known you were into girls. You and I could have been playing together years ago!”

Kissing Patty again, I pointed out, “Less than a year ago, if you’d tried to do this with me, I would have totally freaked out. Before Edgar Fontaine freed me from my innate prudishness, there was no way I’d have let you caress me there, let alone put your tongue on my goodies.”

“Still can’t say ‘cunt’, Katie?” Patty asked before forgetting that Freddy was there and that what she was about to say shouldn’t have been because it gave away secrets that weren’t ours to share, “You’ve eaten my cunt as I’ve eaten yours. We’ve eaten Maggie’s and Allie’s cunts as we lay side by side, and yet you still can’t say it?”

“A girl must have some standards,” I replied haughtily.

Patty and Freddy both laughed delightedly. “Yes, but my darling Katie, sluts have no standards at all!” Patty pointed out.

“Then, I guess I’m not really a slut,” I said primly.

Freddy helped me up and onto my chair. “Of course you’re not, Katie,” he assured me. “In sexual situations, you can relax and let your inner slut rage. Otherwise, you’re the most prim and proper person I know. You’re a contradiction, Katie. And those who love you love that you are.” He stopped before leaning over and hugging me. “Thank you for before, my love,” he told me. “I’ll pick you up at six tomorrow night. I have tickets for the early show at QPAC, and then we’re booked into OTTO for a late dinner. “Wear something clingy but quite conservative for me, please. I expect you to wear suspenders, stockings, panties and a half-cup bra for me to take off after dinner.”

Freddy turned to Patty, “Doctor Bennett,” he acknowledged as he helped her to her feet. “It was an absolute pleasure to play with you. If you ever want to play again, you have my number on file. Don’t worry because, as far as I’m concerned, this never happened.” Then Freddy grinned and added. “Thank you again, Patty, and I’ll see you next time I’m sick or injured or tomorrow night when I come to pick Momma up.”

“You!” I exclaimed as Freddy escaped out the door, laughing his fool head off.

Patty watched him go before saying, “I like him. Polite, handsome, manly. If I were into guys, he’d be the one I’d chase.” She turned to me and, seeing my cum, pussy juice and makeup ruined face, said, “Shall I dump these coffees, help you to shower and redo your makeup, and then take you out for coffee instead?”

“Sounds like a plan,” I answered as I flicked the phones to the service, put a plug in the sink and filled it with water before putting my roses in it. Then I put the door sign up and locked the door.

Patty and I shared another quick shower before dressing to go out. I liked what I had on before, so I put it back on and held Patty’s hand as we walked to her car. Allie and Paul had gone past Patty’s home and picked it up. Apparently, Allie had confronted Billy about breaking Patty’s heart. Later, when she got to my place, Allie said, “I feel sorry for them both, really. Billy deserves happiness, and he thinks Mason will give it to him, but he’s miserable, too, because he knows he’s broken Patty’s heart.”

Patty owned a bright yellow BMW 750i. To me, it was the epitome of gaucheness, but it suited Patty’s personality. On the surface, Patty is a conservative, successful suburban family doctor. Her business, Bayside Family Practice, is oversubscribed. They needed another doctor to fill the practice’s needs but didn’t have the space to fit anyone else. Patty should move to a bigger building so she could bring another doctor in, but she liked being able to walk to work. Her choice of bright yellow reflected the carefree spirit that lurked under her conservative exterior.

We returned to the Dramanti Coffee House but sat inside this time. It was overcast and threatening to rain, so we took an inside table. We’d pretty much only just sat down when Courtney called Patty. Patty told her where we were and encouraged Courtney to join us. Courtney lived only a few kilometres away in Manly with her husband, Ewan, so it wouldn’t take her long to get here. Courtney held a Masters in Information Technology and worked from home for a Singapore-based banking cartel.

Courtney is another beautiful woman. She’s around 170 cm (5ft. 7in.) tall and weighs a buxom 75 kg (165 lbs). She has bottle-enhanced reddish-brown hair cut to a stylish collar length. Courtney has clear, olive-coloured skin and light brown eyes. She’d have, I guessed, a 38-26-36 figure with C-cup breasts. At high school, Courtney was our ‘jock’. Tall and athletic, Courtney excelled at netball and softball, representing Greater Brisbane Schools at the Queensland inter-school champs in both sports.

Courtney and her husband, Ewan, have three kids. They are similar in age to my two, but her kids and mine never grew close for some reason. Perhaps it was because they went to different state and high schools. Ewan was good friends with Mike, my husband, and Paul. They’d often get together at state and high school to practice their football skills. Ewan has a solid job managing a store for a national home furnishings chain. He makes less than a third of what Courtney does, but it has never been an issue between the two.

Patty and I decided to order because we were waiting for Courtney, and it was getting close to lunch. We knew what Courtney was likely to want, so we ordered a selection of bagels. Asking the waitress to cut them into quarters, we created a mix-and-match selection for us to share. Courtney arrived at the same time as our bagels. She added her coffee order to our food and joined us at our table.

Hugging Patty, Courtney kissed her cheek and said, “So, you big old dyke. How are things going?”

“All in all, pretty good,” Patty replied. “Katie has a veritable crowd staying at her place, so I’m never alone other than a few hours in the morning. Katie’s girls seem to have adopted me as a virtual aunt, and they ensure one of them is always with me. It’s so sweet. Of course, we both know what a darling Katie is, and that helps, too.”

“Allie talked to Billy,” Courtney stated. “Babe, I don’t think there’s any chance of you and him getting back together. I’m sorry, but I think it’s better if you start figuring out what’s next for you. You know that we’ll all support you no matter what, but you need to figure out what’s next.”

“We’re all coming up forty,” Patty responded. “We’ve been lucky, and no one from our families or close friends has died. But that time’s coming—our grandparents first, and then our parents. Finally, it’ll be our siblings and each other. Billy and I knew we were gay, and because of our parents, we swore to be there for each other, no matter what. Then, he goes and falls in love with Allie’s younger brother, FFS! And now, I’m alone. How do I start again, Courtney? How do I rejig my entire life and begin again?”

“With our help,” Courtney and I said in unison as we held Patty’s hands.

“Babe, you can stay with me for as long as you need to,” I told Patty.

“And the rest of our girl crew will stand with you, Patty,” Courtney averred. “You aren’t alone and never will be.”

Patty’s smile was a little tremulous, but it was there. She changed the subject, and we ate our lunch as we joked with and teased each other. I invited Courtney and Ewan to dinner. Courtney accepted on their behalf, so Patty and I called the other four girls. Kath said she’d have to miss dinner because she had to record Thursday’s pregame show, but Mike would join us, and she’d get there when she could.

Paul, Allie, Maggie and Chris agreed they’d turn up, too, so I texted my girls, Johnny and Gina, that we’d have a full crew for dinner. Johnny agreed to man the BBQ, so cooking wouldn’t be too much of a problem.

Courtney finished another bagel quarter before saying she had to return home and finish her assigned work. On our way home, Patty and I bought some sirloin steaks and premix salads for dinner. I already had plenty of potatoes and salad dressings, so we didn’t need to buy those.

Everyone invited came straight to mine after work. It was getting warmer, and my pool was solar-heated, so they were all in it naked not long after arriving. Patty, Charmaine, and Jennifer sat cuddled together in the shallow end as Johnny, Chris, Mike, and Ewan played pool volleyball. I looked out the kitchen window happily as I watched them playing. I was adding grated cheese, mushrooms and sliced tomato to the premix salads to fill them out, so I wasn’t able to join the cuddles or volleyball game.

I was about to tell Johnny to fire up the BBQ when Kath entered my kitchen. Kath and I shared a loving kiss and embrace as I explained what had transpired with Patty and Billy.

Dropping a seeming non sequitur, Kath said, “Courtney doesn’t realise that everyone except her is intimate with everyone else?”

I looked at my best friend levelly, wondering what she knew. “What do you mean?” I asked. “I haven’t mentioned that you and I get it on. As far as I know, Patty is the only lesbian or bisexual in our group. Well, other than you and me, I mean.”

Kath squeezed her lithe, toned body against mine. “Don’t be daft, Katie. You might be late to the party, but Maggie, Allie and Patty have been lovers since high school. You, me and Courtney were the only ‘straight’ ones, and you and I are certainly not straight anymore.”

“How did I not know that, Kath?” I asked. “Am I really that naïve?”

“Yes,” Kath confirmed. “But you’re not blind. It’s just that you really didn’t care. We were, are, your friends, and you didn’t care whether we were straight, bi, or gay. That we are your friends is all you needed to know. Tell me, now that you’ve figured out that Patty, Allie, and Maggie fuck each other, do you care?”

“Not in the least,” I replied. “When the time comes, and I have to sit in the judgment chair and account for my sins, I’m going to have enough problems explaining my life without having to explain yours, too.”

Kath laughed before saying, “And that’s part of the reason we all love you, Katie. You don’t judge. You accept and support, no matter what.”

“I love you all,” I pointed out. “Love means accepting and not judging.”

“If only the whole world felt that way, Katie,” Kath sighed. “People watch and judge all the time. Then they decide they don’t like it and want it stopped. You’ve never done that, ever. You’re always the one saying to live and let live.”

“Which works all the way up to they refuse to let you live,” I explained. “Then, your only choices are to let them change the way you live or tell them to shove it and go to war to protect your way of life.”

“You’ve always been a staunch supporter of our police and military,” Kath mused.

“Do I think they’re perfect?” I asked. “No. But what’s the alternative? Lie down and let the terrorists win? If a world war erupted, I’d encourage Johnny and the others to join up and fight.” Then I stated the Edmund Burke quote, “‘The only thing necessary for evil to triumph in the world is that good men do nothing’. We have to stand against tyranny, Kath. You know that.”

“Yes, I do,” Kath confirmed. “But many mouth it, and few live it. You, my dear friend, live it every day.”

“I live it on my back with my knees up and spread,” I joked. “It’s my superpower—I’ll fuck the world into goodness.”

“You can fuck me anytime you want,” Kath kidded. “But, for now, I guess we’d better get dinner on.”

Johnny saw Kath and me bringing the salads outside, so he got out of the pool and turned the gas BBQ on. I hadn’t bothered with potatoes, so once Johnny had seared a steak to their specifications, my friends added salad and dressing and sat at the outdoor table to eat.

We ate our meals as we laughed, joked and teased. Time passed, and the visiting couples had to return home. I smiled as Jennifer and Charmaine gathered Patty up and took her to their flatette. Johnny, Gina and I were the last sitting at the table. I asked Gina if she’d give my son and me a chance to talk alone, and she kissed Johnny and said she’d see him in bed soon.

“I’m meeting Eugenie tomorrow,” I began. “There’s a problem.”

“Meaning?” Johnny asked.

I described the conversation with Eugenie and pointed out that it sounded like she expected me to suck a whole lot of cock, and that was before she expected me to use my strap-on.

“At the moment,” Johnny mused. “Having the Matson’s account is the central pillar to Dad’s business. If Eugenie removes her support, Muggleton Consultancy will struggle and possibly fail. Eugenie’s investments comprise nearly forty per cent of Dad’s business. If you piss her off and she takes her money away, it’ll set Dad and you back by years. I think you’ll have to go along with everything Eugenie suggests. There is no fault of yours in this, Mom, so go to Eugenie’s tomorrow and enjoy yourself. We’ll discuss what you did when you get home on Friday and decide together if any correcting is needed. But, I think you have to do this because of what it means to Muggleton Consultancy.”

“I’m not concerned about what might happen at Eugenie’s,” I told Johnny. “I just don’t want to disappoint you or your father.”

“Dad put his faith in me to control your wanton libido, Mom,” Johnny explained. “But I don’t think this is a wanton, slutty act. Eugenie has her hands on the reins, and all you can do is follow her lead. I’ll ensure I’m home in time to talk with you before Freddy takes you out. We’ll discuss it more then.”

I spent a rare night alone in my bed that night. Although I’m not averse to sleeping alone because Sean is away so often, I don’t like it. Generally, I sleep better wrapped in my husband’s arms. However, waking alone does make it easier to take care of business first thing in the morning.

As is typical, I was the first to enter the kitchen. I made a pot of coffee, knowing everyone would want some. Then, I checked my sliced fruit supply. It was a little low so I began peeling and slicing to fill it back up. I added kiwifruit, bananas, lychees, and peaches to what was already there. I tossed them to ensure the older slices were well mixed with the newer ones and put them back in the fridge.

Johnny and Gina arrived first. As I made my son his typical cooked breakfast, Gina started making acai bowls for us girls. She handed out bowls as Jennifer, Charmaine, and Patty came in.

Patty added some almond milk to hers before taking an appreciative bite. After swallowing, she said, “I have to say that I’m impressed with your guys’ diets. Heavy on fruit and vegetables with plenty of grains. With dinner being more vegetables with solid pieces of fats and proteins, it’s no wonder you’re all looking so fit and healthy. Jennifer, you know you need to lose more weight, and Charmaine, you know you need to put some on. But Gina and Katie are just about perfect.

“I’ve lost five kilos since I’ve been living here,” Jennifer said proudly. “I keep meaning to ask Katie if I can work out with her when Patrick’s here, but I’ve been too shy to ask.”

“Of course, you can, silly,” I told her. “I’ll text him now and say there’ll be two of us tomorrow.”

“Make that three,” Patty said.

“Four,” Charmaine added at the same time Gina did.

“So, I’ll ask Patrick if he’s prepared to do a group class of five, is that right?” I asked.

“Yes!” They all called.

“I need to get dressed and open the office,” I told them. “I’ll call Patrick later this morning.”

I went through the usual process of opening the office. There were a couple of emails with minor questions about the sender’s portfolio that I could address without needing to contact my husband, so I dealt with those and had nothing else to do. Patty was visiting her lawyer to start the dissolution of her partnership with Billy, so I had the morning to myself. I worked on my project for about an hour and felt happy with my progress. I thought I had enough information now to begin predicting how the business I’d chosen to study would fare.

Eugenie’s place was only a short fifteen-minute drive from mine, so at eleven, I closed the office and went to prepare. Eugenie’s instructions were to ‘dress sexy to blow minds’. Well, maybe other than the very top-end escorts, no one is better qualified to ‘dress to blow minds’ than me. However, how I dressed for Eugenie differed from how I typically dressed when Sean wanted me to blow the mind of some business associate of his. Those times, I dressed to tease but not reveal. Today, I’d need to reveal to achieve what Eugenie demanded. To be honest, I was quite looking forward to dressing sluttily rather than sexily as I typically do.

I opened my walk-in robe and looked for the right outfit. I momentarily considered the outfit I wore to Kath’s fortieth, but then I wondered if there’d be people at the do who had already seen me wearing that. I kept looking before deciding on my black leather Apperloth A hook and eye lace-up, backless halter corset top. I paired that top with a black leather, zip front and low waist micro-skirt. I swapped out my citrine-centred sunburst belly button ring for a black onyx solid disc one.

I was happy with my choice until I passed my EVAbaby mini monokini. Although it was made from latex instead of leather, it had the leather look I was searching for. ‘Perfect,’ I thought as I imagined what my complete outfit would look like. The top and skirt would hide my monokini until I was prepared to reveal it. Plus, the thigh-high ‘fuck me’ boots I intended to pair with my outfit would stiffen cocks, wet pussies, and blow minds both before and after I’d taken the outer layers off.

I sat naked before my vanity and did my makeup before dressing. I did it ‘night club sexy’ rather than ‘daytime neutral’ as I’d typically do. Once I’d finished, I dressed and examined myself in the full-length mirror. ‘Wow!’ I thought. ‘If that doesn’t blow everyone’s minds, I don’t know what will.’ Even though I’m praising myself, I thought I looked like one red-hot, extremely screwable, warrior Barbie, which gave me an idea. I searched through my accessories and found my pair of black snake upper arm cuffs. I added those to my arms, walked to my sunset red Audi A3, and drove to Eugenie’s.

Sean and I have a large, beautiful 7-bedroom home on the east side of Brisbane, but Bryce and Eugenie’s house could absorb ours, along with our garage and pool area, and still have room left over. They have 15 hectares with a five-car garage, an indoor and outdoor pool, two full-sized tennis courts and an area set aside for Eugenie and her daughters to ride their horses. They keep three purebred Arabians in a stable at the back of the property. It kind of reminded me of the Chris Rock skit where he talks about the difference between being rich and being wealthy—Shaq is rich. The guy who writes his paycheck is wealthy. Sean and I are rich. Bryce and Eugenie are wealthy.

I followed the scantily clad male usher from Eugenie’s driveway to the right side of her mansion. She has a ballroom there capable of hosting up to fifty people. The room was dimly lit, but once my eyes adjusted from the bright sun outside, I found I could see clearly. The ballroom had been decorated to look like the Lux Nightclub from the TV show Lucifer. Topless women and men danced in cages or on platforms throughout the room. Topless waiters and waitresses served drinks and nibblies from trays handcuffed to their wrists. A bar ran along the back wall, serving designer cocktails and drinks.

At tables dispersed through the room, many men and women dressed in business formal sat chatting and enjoying the sights. Every table had a provocatively dressed host or hostess to ensure that the guests had drinks and food before them. I guessed that Eugenie wanted me to host one of these tables. I looked for her but couldn’t see her. I was early, so I figured she’d arrive right on midday.

I was right! Precisely at twelve noon, the ballroom lights went out, and a spotlight hit Eugenie. She wore a ‘wet look’ zip front, sleeveless full-length black leather dress above platform stiletto heels that accentuated her muscular lower legs. On her arms, she had wet look black latex gloves that stretched almost to her armpits. A peeled-back, smoky melody-only version of Peggy Lee’s hit ‘Fever’ began playing as Eugenie accepted a cordless microphone from one of her ‘boys’. Strutting across the raised area left of the bar, Eugenie sang her version of the hit song. I loved it! Deeper and raunchier than Peggy Lee’s version, the song resonated deep inside me and sent tingles flowing to my pussy.

As she sang, Eugenie began removing articles of clothing. Well, readers, Eugenie might be closer to fifty-five than forty-five, but my oh my, did she look sexy in that spotlight. Women less than half her age would kill for her muscular body and firm ass and bosom. And if she’d had some surgical help to get there, so what? Her breasts bounced delectably as she danced, and her nipples showed sexily through her dress. I’m sure that I wasn’t the only one turned on by her dance and strip.

Finally, as Eugenie sang the repeating final words of the song, she unzipped her dress and flung it behind her. Peggy stood tall and proud in a black leather corset, a tiny, tiny micro-thong, suspenders, stockings and heels. As the last word rang from her lips, she thrust her pudenda forward, ripped off her thong and flung it into the gathered crowd. The light crashed into darkness as she exposed her pussy.

‘Wow!’ I thought as the lights came back on. I wasn’t exactly jealous, but I felt some envy for that performance. It was something I couldn’t do. Or if I did, I’d have to mime my song because when I sing, Sean holds his ears and pretends to wince. “Has someone got the cat’s tail stuck in the vacuum, or is someone strangling geese?” He’d ask facetiously.

Eugenie, dressed in a black leather, floor-length coat, strutted through the cheering crowd to where I stood. “Welcome, Katie,” she said as she took my elbow and guided me to a table. “This is your first time here, so let me explain what is happening. Once a year, I hold a fundraiser for my favourite charities. Your role today is to do whatever you need to do to get the members of your table to donate as much as possible. You have three men and two women. The guys are straight, but the women are both bisexual. Debbie and Samantha will help you to elicit money from the guys. So when I say ‘whatever you need to do’, I mean whatever you need to do, got it? I’m relying on you because your table holds three of the twenty richest guys in Brisbane. You won’t let me down, will you, my little slut Katie?”

Eugenie looked at me sternly before adding, “After the function, I have a private party for Bryce, Kimmy, you and me planned. Don’t let me down, Katie. I’ll be very disappointed in you if you do.”

We reached ‘my’ table, and Eugenie said, “Max, Eric, Phillip, Debbie and Samantha, this is your gracious host, Katie Muggleton from Muggleton Consultancy. Katie is here to ensure you have a good time, so make sure you take advantage of that. Katie will do anything you wish to make your lunch a delight, won’t you, Miss Katie?”

Deciding I had no real choice, I smiled and pretended to be hot. “Warm in here, isn’t it, guys?” I said, fanning my face. You don’t mind if I make myself more comfortable, do you?” Not giving them a chance to answer, I took my leather top off. As it was, my corset top already had my luscious breasts mounded high and presented delightfully, but taking it off left all but my puffy nipples showing. Max, Eric and Phillip gulped as I shook my shoulders to drop my top off, causing my firm breasts to jiggle enticingly.

I looked around the table and noticed that most of their drinks were low or empty. I stood and leaned over to get one of the waitresses’ attention. The further I leaned, the more it seemed my large breasts would fall from my top. A blonde-headed bimbo roller-skated across to us. “Name your poison, guys,” I said. “Let’s get this show rolling.”

I stuck to white wine but encouraged the others to get something stronger. The waitress returned with our drinks quickly. As I think I’ve explained before, I’m a natural flirt, so within minutes, I had everyone at the table vying for my attention.

Eugenie hadn’t mentioned the women’s wealth whilst emphasising the men’s, so I decided to use the women to excite the men sexually. Samantha and I were similar in build and colouring, whereas Debbie was a complete contrast—pale-skinned, blonde-haired and blue-eyed versus my black hair, olive skin and brown eyes. I decided the contrast would be visually exciting, and I seduced her.

I began with little flirtatious looks and touches before taking her hand in mine and kissing its back. I moved our chairs closer so I could press my thigh against hers. Slowly, I moved my hand further up her arm until I could touch the outside swell of her gorgeous breast globes with the back of my hand.

Debbie was a willing accomplice as I increased the familiarity of my touches. Eventually, I held the back of Debbie’s head and kissed her soundly. As my hands roamed around inside her blouse, I glanced at the others at my table. Samantha and Eric were kissing as Eric groped her breasts. However, Max and Phillip were watching Debbie and me avidly.

Breaking contact with Debbie, I stared at Max and Phillip challengingly. “Well, boys. What does a woman have to do to get a sizeable donation from you? It’s for a good cause, and I know you’ll write it off against your tax, so tell me. What must a girl do?”

“You’re already doing much more than the table hosts usually do,” Max conceded. “Any chance we can adjourn to a private room and watch you and Debbie get it on? Maybe a lap dance and a blowjob after? Phillip and I promise to write sizeable checks if you do.”

“‘Sizeable’ amounts to how much each?” I hedged.

“Twenty thousand each,” Max offered.

I had no idea if that was a significant amount or not. But by Debbie’s widened eyes, I guessed it was. However, Eugenie had demanded that I maximise her returns so I pretended to be doubtful.

“Twenty-five,” Phillip said, immediately capitulating.

I felt both extraordinarily slutty and utterly daring, so I said, “Make it thirty thousand each, and you can take turns fucking me. Fifty, and I’ll let you fuck me simultaneously.”

“Thirty thousand each, and you can fuck me, too,” Debbie offered.

“Thirty-five thousand each if you and Debbie get it on together as we fuck you both,” Max countered.

Debbie and I gazed at each other before Debbie nodded. “Deal,” I said. “Let’s ask where there’s a room. But boys, signed checks first, and if you cancel them, I’ll sic Eugenie on you!”

Max and Phillip laughed heartily as I got a waiter’s attention. After whispering what I wanted, the waiter indicated a door to the bar’s right. Through that door were several rooms the patrons could use for ‘activities’.

Standing, I took Max’s and Debbie’s hands as Debbie took mine and Phillip’s. Surprisingly, Samantha and Eric stood, too, and accompanied us to the ‘playroom’.

The first two rooms were locked, but the third opened to reveal a spacious room with a king-sized bed and a loveseat. Eric dropped his trousers and sat on the loveseat as Samantha knelt and took his averagely-sized cock in her mouth. Debbie and I moved to the bed. All Debbie wore was a clinging, red bodycon mini dress. I quickly stripped it off her before discarding my leather miniskirt. I was about to take off my monokini when Max demanded that I leave it on.

Debbie is a little shorter than I am, heck, most women are. Her breasts pressed against my sternum as we cuddled. Debbie tipped her head back, and I closed my eyes as I lowered my head and kissed her. Our kiss swiftly turned passionate as we felt our stiff nipples rubbing against each other.

Parting, Debbie and I turned to our men. We smiled when we saw they’d both stripped. We knelt before them and took their cocks in our mouths. Deciding to see if I could milk more money from them, I leaned back and suggested, “How about a competition, boys? The first one to cum donates an extra thousand dollars to Eugenie’s charity. To be fair, Debbie and I will swap lovers every two minutes.”

Max and Phillip agreed, and Debbie and I started to work their cocks. Looking at her from the corner of my eye, I quickly realised that Debbie was a cock sucker par excellence. However, I was not prepared to surrender my title as queen of the slut mommies without a fight, so I renewed my efforts on Max’s penis. What sent the battle my way was when I grabbed Max’s hips and ‘free-handed’ my mouth down his shaft. Max was at least as thick and long as Freddy, and he was clearly surprised when my nose hit his abdomen without me choking.

“Fark, Katie!” Max groaned before unloading into my mouth. Max had a massive load to gift me, and I struggled to swallow it all before it leaked back out around Max’s shaft.

Phillip had won, but only just. As Max shuddered and spat semen for a final time, Phillip moaned as he ejaculated into Debbie’s mouth.

“Swap?” I suggested to Debbie. “Next one to cum is the loser.”

Debbie and I shuffled sideways as we changed spots. I looked at the cock before me. Disappointingly, Phillip was less endowed than Max. I guessed that Phillip was probably ‘averagely’ endowed. However, I was used to cocks that were ‘above average’, and to me, Phillip’s member was vaguely disappointing.

That didn’t matter for our competition, though. It was how quickly Debbie and I made the cocks before us cum, not how big a cock could we swallow. I giggled to myself as I thought of Jumbo and Donkey. If it was who could swallow the biggest cock, I was sure that I’d win hands down.

Phillip proved to be a delightful mouthful. Not long enough to hit my gag reflex or thick enough to stretch my mouth, Phillip’s penis slid in and out of my mouth effortlessly. I could release his shaft, fondle his balls and tickle his taint as he stroked into me.

Feeling sluttily naughty, I released Phil’s cock and wet my finger with my mouth. Then, guiding Phillip’s member back into my mouth, I rimmed his tiny chocolate starfish. Adding this to my voraciously sucking, swirling mouth undid Phillip, and with a strained groan, he emptied his nut sack into my mouth.

“Well,” I grinned as I gently massaged Phil’s balls. “I think you both owe Eugenie another two thousand dollars.

“Winner takes all,” Max suggested. “Debbie, lie on your back. Katie, sixty-nine with her. Phillip, you get Debbie’s cunt as I take Katie’s. First one to cum adds another twenty thousand to Eugenie’s charity.

I knew I’d won as soon as I slid my fingers into Debbie. I’d shoved two fingers into her, but three wasn’t enough. Debbie’s pussy was quite gaped and slack compared to mine. I guessed that she hadn’t done her Kegel exercises after giving birth. With Phillip being undersized and Debbie’s pussy oversized, I was confident Max would ejaculate into me well before Phillip climaxed into Debbie. Unfortunately, it turned out that I was wrong because Phil was a bit of a ‘two pump chump’ and barely lasted any time at all before orgasming inside of Debbie.

Max, in comparison, struggled to get there. I tried everything from squeezing his cock with my pussy muscles as tightly as I could to moaning and groaning as I begged him to fuck me. I played with his nipples as I kissed him. I did everything I could think of, but no luck. Worse was that I could feel he’d gotten a little bendy. I hoped it wasn’t because he didn’t find me attractive, or worse, too loose to feel enough to get off. No one has ever directed that complaint at me, but most of the men I made love to are above average in size, so maybe, right?

Debbie, who had slid out from under me, whispered in my ear, “Max is submissive. You’re letting him dominate you when he needs you to top him.”

I understood now. Pushing Max off me, I demanded, “Kneel, slut.” Max, his penis rapidly reinflating, dropped quickly to his knees. I’d left my handbag just inside the door, so I growled. “Crawl to my handbag, worm. Inside it, you’ll find your present. Put it between your teeth and bring it to me.”

I’d put my strap-on in a clear plastic Ziploc bag to carry to Eugenie’s place. I’d put the three ‘cocks’ in the bag, too. Max crawled to my bag and opened it. He lustfully moaned when he saw what I had in there. Putting the bag between his teeth, Max crawled back to me.

“Select a cock, slut,” I commanded. “Then get on your hands and knees on the edge of the bed.”

“Max selected the smallest of the three ‘cocks’, but when I went to put it in the harness, I saw Debbie shaking her head. I moved to the mid-sized one, but Debbie shook her head again. Shrugging, I put in the 8-inch ‘monster cock’ and partly squatted so I could push the double end into my sweet little pussy.

The bag held a bottle of lubricant, so I oiled my ‘cock’ and Max’s ass. I knelt behind him and smacked his ass, saying, “Are you useless? Spread your legs, get lower and hold your ass cheeks apart so I can fuck you.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Max said as he complied with my instructions.

I lined my ‘enormous penis’ up with Max’s hole and was about to ease it into him when I saw Debbie mime smacking his ass and mouth “Hard”. I was quite doubtful because I’d never pegged someone before, but internally shrugging, I pushed in firmly until my abdomen pressed against Max’s ass. Satisfied that he could take my cock easily, I pulled back until only the tip was still in him and slapped his ass. Then, yelling, “Take it like the bitch you are,” I rammed back into him.

My sudden dominance had the required effect on Max, and he orgasmed within minutes of me penetrating him. However, I thought he needed more from me, so I demanded that “he lie on his back and lift and spread his knees like a good bitch for his girl-daddy”. Max grasped his cock when he heard me saying that, so I smacked his hand away and grabbed it myself.

I was on my knees with Max’s legs draped over my shoulders as I pummelled his ‘man pussy’. Gripping his cock firmly as I tossed him off, I snarled, “Cum for me, my little man bitch!” Max roared as his cock exploded, spraying cum over my hand and his stomach and chest. After he climaxed, Max seemed quite embarrassed. Getting off the bed, he quickly dressed. Before he left the room, he wrote a check for $45,000. Meanwhile, the other four in the room had satisfied their needs and were watching Max and me. When Max left, Phillip wrote a cheque for $27,000 and followed Max from the room.

Eric embarrassedly watched the other two men scuttle from the room. Then, he turned to Samantha and said, “Thank you for a wonderful afternoon, Sammy. I hope I get your table next year. I’ll transfer ten thousand dollars to Eugenie’s charity tonight. I hope you’re happy with that amount?”

“Very,” Samantha cooed, kissing Eric appreciatively.

We three girls all began to dress as Samantha excitedly said, “Ten thousand! That’s a new record for me! Eugenie will be ecstatic!”

Debbie and I didn’t want to dampen Samantha’s enthusiasm, so we didn’t mention our checks. We returned to the ballroom to find the event had ended. The dancers had all left, and the clean-up crew had started. Samantha and Debbie thanked me for hosting their table, told me I’d done well, and that they hoped I’d be back next year. Debbie gave me her check and asked if I’d give it to Eugenie.

I spotted a sink behind the bar, so I took my strap-on over to it and washed it clean. Eugenie found me drying it off.

“How did you go?” She asked as she kissed my cheek and hugged me.

“Pretty good, I think,” I replied, handing Eugenie the checks. Debbie’s was on top, and Eugenie’s eyes widened when she saw the amount written on it. They almost popped from her head when she saw mine. “What about Eric?” She asked. “Or do these two cover his contribution?”

“He promised to transfer ten thousand to your charity account tonight,” I replied. “Samantha was pretty happy with that.”

“That is a good amount for her,” Eugenie agreed. “But I’ll have to call Eric in a couple of days and remind him to transfer the money. Our Mister Eric Templeton is a bit of a tight ass, and I’ll probably have to threaten to get Sammy to phone his wife and tell her what she and Eric have done to get the payment.”

“That’s pathetic,” I stated, disgusted by Eric’s perfidy.

“Yes,” Eugenie agreed. “Last year, I threatened to let it be known that he’d welched on his payment. This year, I will quietly let a few of his friends in business know he promised ten thousand and hasn’t coughed the money up yet. That’ll embarrass him, and he’ll phone to apologise immediately.” Eugenie studied the forty-five thousand dollar check from Max. Her hazel eyes met my brown ones levelly. “How did you get Mister Maxwell Turner to hand over forty-five grand?”

“How do you know it wasn’t Debbie?” I asked innocently.

“Because Debbie isn’t worth the twenty-seven thousand Phillip gave her, let alone close to double that.”

Shrugging, I said, “I pegged him … twice.”

“Get all Dominatrix on him, did you, my darling slut Katie?”

“Debbie suggested it,” I admitted.

“You, however, did it,” Eugenie mused. “No one before you had the cojones to do it, so, well done you.” Eugenie thought for a moment before saying, “I have my husband on a rack, and my daughter suspended off the ground on a suspension stand upstairs. I was going to take you upstairs to play, but I think you’ve done enough for today.” She thought again. “Yes. Thank you for what you’ve done today, my darling Katie. Go home and enjoy your afternoon. When your husband is home, I’ll have you both over for dinner and some play. I’m thinking we’ll swap husbands and play the dominant role with them.”

I knew there was no point in arguing with her. Mrs Matson is a force of nature and used to getting her way. Defying her led only to bad outcomes, so I kissed her cheek, thanked her for the day, and left. I checked the time when I turned my car on. It was only three p.m., so I had plenty of time to prepare for my dinner date with Mister Freddy Singleton.

No one was home when I got there. I shouldn’t have been disappointed, but I was. I knew that Johnny would still be at his studio and the girls at uni, but I hoped Patty would be home. Having sex is awesome, but as a submissive woman, I needed intimacy. Today’s events inflamed my libido because although I’d given several orgasms, I hadn’t had even one myself. Plus, today did nothing to satisfy my need for intimacy. Therefore, on my drive home, I’d looked forward to hugging and cuddling my friend. However, because my husband is often absent, I’m accustomed to having my intimacy needs unmet. To fill that ache, I did my housework.

Guys, no one cleans a house more effectively than a wife with unmet intimacy needs. Trust me on this: If your home is spotlessly clean, take your wife to dinner and shower her with love and affection. If you don’t, expect to join the divorce queues.

I cleaned my house from top to bottom before it was time to dress for Freddy. I hoped he’d tidied his unit because I desperately needed a good rogering. Max and Phillip had cum for me, but I’d received nothing in return, and my clit and nipples ached with desire as I showered and dressed.

Freddy had requested clinging but conservative. Most of my tops and dresses clung to my breasts, but they mostly left my long, shapely legs free. I looked through my robe for what Freddy had asked for, hoping I had what he wanted. I’d almost given up when I remembered I’d bought a sunshine yellow mock neck, criss-cross cut-out, sleeveless dress. This dress fell in a solid pleat from my neck to my upper thighs at the front and repeated that at the back. The ‘cut-outs’ were at the sides, revealing the sides of my breast mounds, ribs, narrow waist, and luxuriant hips. Ending at mid-thigh, it precisely matched what Freddy had requested.

It was another purchased item I hadn’t taken out of the delivery box, and I found it on the floor, waiting to be taken out and hung. Fortunately, because it was made from knitted cotton, the creases dropped out as soon as I put it on. I paired this dress with my peep-toe high-heeled party boots.

It was close to six p.m., and to my surprise, I was still alone in my home. At precisely six, Freddy knocked on my door. Looking me over appreciatively, Freddy said, “Wow, my darling Katie, you look like a Renaissance painter’s wet dream! I have tickets to Trent Dalton’s show at QPAC tonight. After the show, we’re dining at OTTO. Now, before we leave, show me that you’ve obeyed my orders,”

Smiling happily, I lifted my dress to show my suspenders, stockings and thong underwear. “You can admire my half-cup bra when you take my dress off me,” I told Freddy throatily.

“Good girl,” Freddy said authoritatively. “No one appears to be home, my little Katie slut. I think you should kneel and suck me off.”

I realised that Freddy was learning. Already, his shoulders were further up and back than when he first came to my office looking for help with his finances. His eyes held mine confidently, and he gave calm, authoritative orders without the almost pleading tone that was evident before. Shivering with unrequited need, I slowly sank to my knees before him. Then, looking submissively up at him through my eyelashes, I obediently removed his sturdy cock from his trousers and gobbled it down.

Freddy was already rampantly erect, so deciding to show off, I held Freddy’s hips and free-handed my mouth down his shaft until my nose hit his hairy abdomen. Now, boys, I know the current trend is to be as hairless as your women, but I like my men to be men. I adore strong, hairy men. I love powerful shoulders and deep chests. Long, toned legs and muscular arms get my motors racing, but the most powerful aphrodisiac a man can use on me is self-confidence. Freddy was beginning to show the latter. The former, he had in spades, and by the time my nose hit Freddy’s pelvis, I was on the cusp of an orgasm.

Freddy intuited my need and stretched his hands down. He gripped my sticking-out nipples and pinched them almost painfully. I squealed around his thrusting cock as my climax exploded. Moments later, Freddy joined me in orgasmic heaven as he pumped my stomach full of his cum.

“Well, that’s my appetiser taken care of,” I joked from my position at his feet. I examined Freddy’s cock to ensure I hadn’t missed anything, then satisfied he was clean, I tucked him back away and zipped up his fly. Freddy helped me to my feet and walked me to his car.

We parked in the pre-booked spot Freddy had reserved along with our tickets. Then we spent an enjoyable ninety minutes listening and watching as a troop of actors brought the characters in Mister Dalton’s ‘Love Stories’ to life. The auditorium was quite bright, so I modestly kept my hands to myself even though I longed to hold and stroke Freddy’s cock. The fact he continuously touched the outside of my breast globes as he pressed her shoulder against mine added to my arousal, and by the time the play ended, I was so wet that I was afraid I’d soaked through my dress. Freddy assured me I hadn’t, but I was grateful I’d worn panties for a change.

OTTO was only a short walk along South Bank from QPAC, so we held hands and wandered towards it. We came across a group of drunken youths about halfway along our stroll. The young men began with the usual mindless, sexual innuendo youths their age indulged in. The stares were something I’d received all my life, and their derogatory comments were the usual blather that was directed at me by idiots, so it didn’t bother me. I could feel that Freddy was becoming tense and angry, so I murmured, “Don’t worry about it, Freddy. Just be glad you have better manners because it means a woman who looks like me will date you, but never date them.”

I must have been a little angrier than I realised and spoken louder than I thought because the four drunken men stiffened and looked furious. “What did you say, bitch?” The tallest man snarled.

Well, that made me angry, so smiling sweetly, I replied, “I said that only men who are dickless or who have tiny dicks, and no balls or brains think that making sexually suggestive comments to a woman impresses her. Instead, they only impress his equally as poorly endowed, nutless and brainless mates. However, if you’re trying to impress your boyfriends, why not leave the poor woman out of it and get on with impressing them? On your knees, sucking them off will probably work.”

The ringleader was shocked by my little speech. So much so that all he could do was stutter, “Wh – What?”

In the same sweet tone, I added, “I’m sorry. Did I use too many big words for your underdeveloped brain to understand? Which ones have you stumped? Perhaps I could try using words you’ll understand. You and your mates are tiny dicked wankers who’d be better off if you stopped pretending you like women and get on with sucking each other’s cocks.”

“Whoa, mate,” the one I’d inferred was dickless said. “You’d better put a leash and muzzle on your whore girlfriend before I decide to slap her around.”

“Poor language skills and violent,” I replied, still pretending sweetness. “Your mother must be so proud.”

Of course, dickless reached for me. Freddy dropped him with a flashing blow to his solar plexus. And, of course, his three nutless mates tried to come to his aid. Fortunately, before things got out of control, a security guard from The Plough Inn Hotel yelled, “I’ve called the cops!” Dickless, with his mates supporting him, ran for it. I’d bet none of them would remain unarrested if the police did arrive.

Furious, Freddy turned me to face him, “Katie, what the hell was that?” He snarled. “That was at least as stupid as what I did in that pub!”

“You’re right,” I apologised. I thought about why I’d acted like I had and realised the only time I ever did something like that was when I was with Sean. I have complete faith that my husband will keep me safe. Strangely, or maybe not so strangely, I felt the same with Freddy tonight. I leaned forward and kissed his cheek. “I knew you’d keep me safe, Freddy. I knew I could vent my spleen and get away with it because I had you to protect me. Sean is the only other man I’d do something like that with.”

I took his hand and guided it onto my sweltering hot and wet pussy. “Dinner, one course eaten as quickly as possible, and back to yours. I need you to fuck me senseless, Mister Rick Singleton. I need that like right now!”

In some ways, it was a bit of a shame. I’d only been to OTTO a couple of times, and it would have been nice to enjoy our meal. But all I could think of as we ate was sucking Freddy’s cock before taking him inside me. Freddy had the Rib Eye on the Bone. I had the Atlantic salmon with saffron cream and salsa verde. Freddy drank one bottle of beer, and I enjoyed a glass of white wine. We walked back to Freddy’s car less than thirty minutes after arriving.

We were one of the few cars left in the carpark, and I was tempted to ravish young Freddy in the backseat of his car. However, as I slid my hand inside his trousers and extricated his throbbing member, I noticed several security cameras monitoring the area. “I’ll blow you on the way home,” I promised. “Come on, let’s go!”

I kept my promise on the way to Freddy’s, enjoying a nice mouthful of salty man goo around halfway home. I was so horny that I let Freddy finger me as he drove. I managed a soft orgasm, but it only served to inflame my desire more. By the time we got to Freddy’s unit block, I would have bent over his car’s bonnet and let him have me there and then if only he’d asked.

Freddy held my hand as we ran up the stairs to his unit. He opened the door and let me in. I looked around and thought, ‘Wow! What a contrast.’ Tuesday night, Freddy’s place had been a total disgrace, and I was appalled that someone would choose to live in that squalor. Now, the place was spotless. It looked like the sofa and lounge chairs had been replaced, and even the windows looked freshly washed. The apartment smelled fresh and clean with no sense of the mustiness it held on Tuesday.

I placed my head on Freddy’s shoulder and smiled happily. “Much better, Rick,” I said. “This is a place that a woman would love to come back to. How did you get it so clean so quickly?”

Freddy coloured embarrassedly. “I had a bit of help,” he admitted. “Gina rallied the girls for me, and we spent yesterday and this morning cleaning up. Patty even hired one of those steam carpet cleaners and did the floors.”

That explained why I hadn’t seen my girls or Patty since breakfast. I was proud of them for helping their friend out, but still a little miffed that Freddy had let it get as bad as it had been.

However, my most immediate need was to extinguish the blazing inferno in my sweet nether regions. So, peeling my dress off my shoulders, I let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. Swinging my hips outrageously, I strutted a few feet away from my young beau. Stopping, I began swaying as if dancing to an unheard song. Then, keeping my legs straight, I bent over and clasped my ankles. My toned, curvaceous ass cheeks parted slightly, and my teeny-weeny thong squeezed tightly against my tiny dark star and entrance, leaving most of both exposed to Freddy’s lustful stare.

“Gawd, Katie!” Freddy moaned as he stared at my long, toned legs and shapely ass.

I stood up but kept my ass poked back sexily. I wriggled it and put my hand on my hip as I looked over my shoulder seductively. Then I patted my bottom and said, “Well, Mister Singleton? This sexy ass won’t smack itself!”

Freddy was on me in a flash. Before I’d finished saying ‘-self.’ I was over Freddy’s shoulder with his firm hand smacking my curvy bottom and being carried to his bedroom. I’d worn my suspenders, stockings and panties the smart way. Panties are supposed to be under the suspenders, but that made weeing a chore because you had to undo the suspenders to pull your panties down. I’d put my panties on over the suspenders. I’m not sure it would have mattered, though, because Freddy virtually tore them off me.

Freddy forced me onto my knees on the floor beside his bed. My breasts and upper body lay on the mattress. Freddy pulled a soft leather paddle from his bedside drawer and whacked my luscious ass with it. Then he dropped it and got onto his knees.

Pushing my ass cheeks apart, Freddy stabbed my chocolate star with his warm, wet tongue. I briefly wondered if he intended to take me anally, but he didn’t. Balancing by putting his hands on my toned hips, Freddy probed along my perineum until his ‘moisture-seeking divining rod’ found my slippery entrance. He slipped over it with his first probe, but he lowered his hips so that his cock pointed higher. On the second probe, he slid deep into me.

Now that he was buried inside my glistening pussy, Freddy moved his hands to my shoulders. Pulling me back as he thrust into me, Freddy fucked me rough, fast and hard. Once he established a rhythm and I was more pushing my ass back than being pulled back, Freddy picked up the paddle again. It became whack, the paddle hitting my upper ass cheek. Thump, Freddy’s pelvis hit my firm bottom. Grunt, Freddy showing his arousal, and gasp, my appreciation of what he was doing.

Freddy swapped the paddle to his left hand and whacked that side, too. Then, he dropped the paddle and moved his hands to my neck’s base. Gripping firmly as if he would strangle me, Freddy ripped me back as he literally pounded me like he was a sledgehammer. Then, leaning forward, Freddy snarled, “Cum for me, my little slut Katie!”

Freddy’s powerfully voiced demand did as much to crash me off my orgasm’s precipice as anything else. Of course, his gripping hands and pounding cock did their share, too. Grabbing a pillow to stifle my screams, I held it over my mouth as I howled my climax.

He didn’t leave it there, though. Leaning on my back, Freddy forced my strapless half-cup bra off my lush melons and then cupped them. Taking my engorged, puffy nipples in his fingers and thumbs, Freddy bit where my neck met my shoulder and demanded, “Cum again, my little slut. Show your man that you are his.”

My climax, which was ebbing, turned immediately around, and I raced back to an orgasmic peak before joyfully throwing myself off it. In the midst of a second howled orgasm, I felt Freddy short-hunch several times quickly. Then, with a series of low grunts, he unloaded into my dripping, drooling pussy.

I lay quiescent on the bed as I revelled in many orgasmic aftershocks. I’d been on edge since taking Max and the others to the room at Eugenie’s place. Now, as I felt Freddy soften and drop out of me and his sperm flooding from my abused vagina, I felt delightfully fucked and beautifully sated.

Freddy helped me onto the bed and then lay on his back. He encouraged me to roll on my side and snuggle into him. Resting my head on his hairy, muscular chest, I idly played with his pubic hair as we waited for our sexual batteries to recharge. We lay cuddling until I felt Freddy’s cock, roll and stiffen. Then, taking it in my hand, I gently squeezed and pulled until he was firmly erect again.

Smiling happily at him, I lowered my head and sucked him into my mouth. Cupping his tight ball sack, I softly squeezed and massaged it as I bobbed my head up and down his sturdy cock. I concentrated solely on stimulating him, slowly leading my young lover along the path to another orgasm. About ten minutes later, Freddy was close to his orgasm’s precipice. So, sliding my fingers along his perineum, I tickled his rosebud as I sucked hard and bobbed my head quickly.

“Fark, Katie!” Freddy groaned as he blasted semen into my mouth. I was amazed, given how much cum still drained from my freshly fucked pussy, how much my man still had for me. Swallowing swiftly, I gobbled down his gift.

Then, surprising me, Freddy went down on me and sucked and licked his ejaculate from my sopping pussy. After cleaning my sperm-filled pussy, Freddy mounted me in the classic ‘missionary position’. Freddy’s new persona had my libido red lining, and I don’t know what time it was when I couldn’t make him hard again. Still, it seemed only seconds after I’d fallen asleep before Freddy shook me, saying he had to get me home because it was his turn to open their studio.

Throwing my destroyed panties and stockings in his rubbish bin, I removed my suspenders before donning my dress. Deciding to make Freddy breakfast, I looked in his fridge. Seeing what I was doing, he pushed the fridge door closed and said, “No time, my darling Katie. I’ll grab some Maccas on the way to the studio after I’ve dropped you home. Come on, we need to go.”

I followed Freddy to his car and got in. I grinned, knowing I was about to do the ‘slut walk of shame’ into my house. I hoped that everyone would be home and up when Freddy dropped me off.

I got my wish. Freddy walked me to my front door before lovingly kissing me and asking, “May I take you out again, Katie?”

I retorted, “Are you asking or telling, Freddy?”

Freddy grinned and said, “Keep Sunday free, my little slut Katie. I’ll pick you up at eleven a.m. and take you out for the day. You’ll dress in something casually sexy because we’ll picnic beside Lake Kurwongbah. Then we’ll go to the Jazz Bar under the Story Bridge for the afternoon before dining at The Story Bridge Hotel. I’ll bring you home Monday morning.

“Sounds good to me, Mister Rick,” I replied. “I’ll see you then.”

Freddy kissed me again, got back in his car and left. Smiling happily, I opened the front door and walked inside. The catcalls and ribbing began immediately.

“Someone smells like cum,” Jennifer joked.

“Someone’s still wearing the same clothes she went out in last night,” Gina added.

“Someone looks like she’s been ridden hard and put away wet,” Charmaine contributed.

Pretending severity, Patty said, “You look freshly fucked and full of cum, Katie, you little slut. If only your father could see you now! He’d spank your ass until it was black and blue.”

My son, grinning fit to bust a gut, came over and hugged me. “I know that look,” he teased. “Poor Freddy’s cock won’t raise its ugly head for a week, but you’ll be ready to go again by midmorning.”

“He’d better be ready to go again before then,” I pretended to growl. “He’s taking me out again on Sunday.”

Johnny held my hand and pulled me toward my bedroom. The others followed until Johnny glared at them. Then, taking the hint, they returned to the kitchen. I walked a meek half-step behind him as Johnny walked up the stairs. I didn’t think I was in trouble because he and I had discussed the previous day before I left, but I knew Johnny would want the details of my visit with Eugenie.

Entering my room, Johnny told me to strip. All I had left on was my dress because I’d thrown my panties and stockings out and put my strapless bra and suspenders in my handbag. Johnny gestured, indicating I should turn slowly. Seeing that I had no marks or bruises, Johnny concernedly said, “Is Freddy giving you what you need, Mom? If he is, where are the passion marks on your breasts and bottom?”

I giggled embarrassedly, “I’m still teaching him, Johnny. He’s getting better, and hopefully, by the time your dad and sister get home, he’ll be the kind of man Kristy needs.”

“You really like him, don’t you, Mom?” Johnny stated.

“I like both of your business partners, Johnny,” I admitted. “They’re good men with big hearts that know how to treat a woman right. Freddy’s too diffident to handle me, and he’ll need to be even more forthright to attract Kristy’s attention, but once I get him out from under the shadow his parents cast over him, I think he’ll grow into the type of man that I adore. If he does, your sister will like him, too.”

“Before I forget,” Johnny said, changing the subject. “Patrick phoned here because you weren’t answering your phone. He’s moved your training session to four p.m. He says that because there are five of you, he needs another trainer to help out, and that’s when his new business partner is available. The others are happy with that time.”

I acknowledged I’d heard this new information, and Johnny returned to the issue at hand. “Tell me about your visit to Eugenie’s house.”

I explained about hosting a table and being told to extract as much money from the men as possible. Johnny acknowledged that turning it sexual was the best way. He seemed amused when I told him how I’d turn their blowjobs into a competition between Debbie and me and how I’d switched into the dominatrix role when Debbie had explained Max’s submissiveness. At the end of my story, my son grinned and said, “$45,000 for less than three hours work. Mom, you must be the world’s highest-paid prostitute!”

“Oh!” I gasped, recognising the implications of what I’d done. But then it turned me on and looking at my son seductively, I breathily said, “Would you like me to demonstrate my skills?”

I began kneeling, believing that he would, but unfortunately, Johnny smiled wider and said, “I have a baby shoot at nine, Mom. Otherwise, I’d let you.” He thought about what I’d confessed before saying, “I think your behaviour at the fundraiser was exemplary, Mom. I’m proud of you and how much money you raised. However, I’m surprised that Eugenie didn’t do anything with you. What’s happening there?”

I described how my time at Eugenie’s party ended, and Johnny agreed I’d done all I could. He reiterated his pride in me and sent me off to the en suite. Looking at the time, I sighed because everyone would have left by the time I finished showering, dressing and doing my hair and makeup. I’d be late opening the office, but that didn’t matter too much because the service would contact Sean if anything needed his urgent attention.

I sat to relieve my bladder, and Patty entered my en suite. It didn’t seem to bother her that I was urinating because she crossed to lean against the sink beside me. Realising that I was naked, she dropped her shorts and underwear and took off her T-shirt. We chatted about this and that as I did my business, wiped, and turned on the shower.

After picking up my loofa, Patty joined me in the shower. I held still and luxuriated under the almost scalding hot water as Patty washed me from top to bottom. Her hands, perhaps, spent a little too much time cleaning my gorgeous breasts, tight, curvy ass and sweet little pussy, but I wasn’t complaining. Having Patty wash my hair and massage my scalp drained all my tension away and reminded me how little sleep I got last night.

After rinsing the shampoo from my hair, Patty turned the taps off and towelled me dry before wrapping a towel around her still wet body. She kissed me happily before guiding me to my vanity’s seat. Picking up my hair dryer, Patty brushed and blow-dried my hair, and by the time she finished, I was almost asleep. Helping me to my feet, Patty held my hand and led me over to my bed. She pulled the quilt cover down and encouraged me to lie down.

Once I was in bed, Patty quickly dried herself and slid in with me. After kissing me softly a few times, Patty slid down until she could mouth my slowly dripping pussy. Patty was so soft, loving and caring that I climaxed almost immediately. With the simple affection she’d shown me, Patty completely sated all my intimacy needs and returned balance to my soul. Pulling her close, I tried to say thank you in a meaningful way, but sleep hit me before I could find the words.

I woke up sometime later feeling relaxed and happy. Patty lay beside me with her head on my shoulder and lips against my neck. Her right hand held my left breast, and she gently kneaded it as she dozed lightly. I was only vaguely aroused, but I felt so warm and loving towards my svelte friend that I wanted to make her feel as good as she had made me.

Moving slowly, I extricated myself from under Patty and rolled her on her back. I pulled the quilt down, exposing her long, lean body. As they typically do, Patty’s nipples sat high and proud on her thin chest. I moved onto my side and softly ran my tongue over her left nipple. Keeping my touch light, I circled Patty’s right nipple with my fingers.

Patty rewarded my efforts with a soft moan and by arching her back to force her breasts more firmly against my mouth and fingers. Suppressing my smile, I ran my fingers down her slender body and lightly touched her delicate pussy. Patty’s knees lifted and parted as her soft pussy lips opened like rose petals to the dawn sun. I circled her clitoral hood before pressing more firmly against it and forcing it away from Patty’s clitoris.

I slid my index finger over Patty’s love button, along her wet slit and into her slippery pussy. Patty’s eyes opened, and she smiled before offering her lips for me to kiss. We kissed lovingly as I slowly brought Patty to an orgasm. She was close, and when I squeezed her nipple hard as I thrust my fingers into her pussy forcefully, Patty mewled and climaxed.

We shared another kiss before I went down on her soaking pussy. “Oh, Katie,” Patty sighed as she held my head and revelled in my attentions to her swollen pussy lips and clitoris. I wanted to baste her clitoris with my tongue, so I used my thumbs and fingers to spread her labia and pull her clitoral hood out of the way. My lips surrounded her love button, and my tongue bathed it deliciously. “Gawd, Katie,” Patty groaned. Her hips lifted off the bed as her orgasm hit, and she groaned again as a petite but profound climax washed through her.

I kissed Patty’s pussy again, and from her reaction, I knew she was temporarily sated. I paused to kiss each of her nipples before snuggling against her. We gazed into each other’s eyes as we exchanged soft kisses. “This is a dream and sexual fantasy in one come true, Katie,” Patty hummed. “I know that you can never be mine, but to share these moments with you is better than I ever dared hope.”

I smiled and told her it was more than I dared dream, too. It was quite romantic and lovely until my stomach gurgled, letting me know I was hungry. “Well, that was romantic,” Patty teased. “Shall we get some lunch?”

I checked my phone and realised that I’d slept the morning away. I felt a little guilty about leaving our office closed, but then I’d never promised Sean that I’d keep it open for every business hour, so I chose to dismiss my guilt and relish having spent the morning cuddling and making love with one of my best friends. I needed the intimacy, and Patty needed to know she was still a desirable woman and that love would find her again.

We put on panties to prevent leaving wet marks on the furniture and went to the kitchen. We made a simple salad from some cold meat cuts, lettuce, tomato, grated cheese and balsamic vinegar dressing. Then we sat at the breakfast bar and ate. I didn’t want to eat very much because I had a four p.m. training session and a seven O’clock date with the mysterious James Squire.

After lunch, I suggested getting in our hot tub. With the increased air temperature, I’d turned the heat down to tepid, so it should be warm enough to soak but not so hot that we couldn’t stay in it. Patty took a glass of wine with her but I stuck with sparkling mineral water.

We took off our panties and sat in the tub with our hips and shoulders touching, occasionally exchanging soft kisses. I’m sure that Patty would have liked more, but I guessed that I would be doing sexual gymnastics with Mr Squire later today and wanted to be ready and willing for it. I believed that James had fantasised about what he’d like to do to me ever since I’d bested him that day in Marjorie Thompson’s offices. I thought James would try to show me tonight that he was virile enough to be my man even though he knew I’d never leave Sean. It was a ‘male pride’ thing, or so I thought.

Gina and my girls crashed noisily into my house at around three. Gina wore only a tiny G-string leotard. It was so small that it disappeared between her butt cheeks and barely covered her clit let alone her slit and entrance. To make a point, Jennifer and Charmaine were chasing her and either smacking an ass cheek or wrenching the leotard so that it wedgied in Gina’s ass and slit.

I got out of the tub and wrapped a large fluffy towel around my breasts. Tying it in place, I marched imperiously into the house. Gina was protestingly slapping the other two girl’s hands away as she kept saying, “It’s perfectly acceptable exercise wear for a home session.”

Speaking loudly enough to be heard over the laughing, squealing teenage girls, I growled, “Gina Marie Matthews, you will immediately march to Johnny’s room and change into something that at least resembles decency. Showing your ass and lady parts to a man you have just met is not how young ladies behave. You are a lady, are you not, Miss Matthews? You’re not some cheap streetwalker who has somehow snuck in here with my girls?”

Immediately contrite, Gina lowered her eyes and bashfully said, “Sorry, Momma. I heard Kristy talking about your trainer and wanted to see if his cock is as long and thick as she said, and I dressed to excite him.”

“And Johnny would find that acceptable, would he, Miss?” I snarled.

Gina blushed redder still, “No, he wouldn’t,” she squeaked. “Please don’t tell him.”

Looking regally down my nose at her, I offered a choice, “You can run to my closet and get my cane so that I can correct you now, or you can wait until Johnny comes home and confess your misdeed. If you do neither, I will correct you and then tell Johnny why I twice had to do it. Of course, if I correct you now, you’ll have the welts when Patrick arrives, and when Johnny gets home, he’ll want to know why you’ve been corrected.”

“I’ll confess to Johnny,” Gina promised. “I’ll take him aside as soon as he comes home.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” I said coldly. Then I smiled and said, “Go change, little one. If you have nothing suitable to exercise in, check the right-hand drawer in Kristy’s room, second from the top. Her leggings and exercise tops should fit you.”

“I’ll need to, Momma,” Gina replied. “Thank you.”

Jennifer and Charmaine accompanied Gina up the stairs. I returned to the tub to grab my panties. Patty got out and walked naked with me to my room. She left me at the door and went to her room to change.

I usually wore a leotard over leggings when working out with Patrick, but Kristy had convinced me to change to yoga pants and tops. I have an electric pink combination that I thought made me look as sexy as heck. It is seamless and clings so tightly that my ass and vulva are clearly defined. The top is so tight that I can jog in it. The top doubles as an exercise bra, so I guess that makes sense.

Gina and my girls all wore something similar to me, but Patty had dressed in loose-fitting sweatpants and a T-shirt. I raised an eyebrow, and Patty grinned. “I don’t want your trainer to ogle me, Katie. I’m not into blokes, remember? The girls all want him to admire them, and I don’t care if he does or doesn’t do the same with me.”

I grinned and shrugged before casting a critical eye over my young charges. They were dressed appropriately this time. Their outfits clung as alluringly as mine but didn’t reveal anything that should only be seen by close friends and lovers. I nodded approvingly and then moved to open the door when someone knocked on it.

Patrick walked in carrying his usual assortment of ‘punishment instruments’. A gorgeous, short, muscular blonde followed him in, and I immediately realised why Patrick no longer flirted with me. I smiled as I watched them interact. We’d decided that the patio would be the best area to fit us five girls and Patrick and we’d laid our yoga mats out there. The covert looks and touches between Patrick and his ‘assistant’ as they set up confirmed my first impression—they were lovers.

Patrick looked around after greeting me first, “Ahh, I think I know you all,” he said. He pointed at each woman and said, “Gina, Jennifer, and Charmaine, right?”

“I’m Jennifer, not Charmaine,” Jennifer corrected.

“And I’m Charmaine, not Jennifer,” Charmaine added.

“Right names, wrong order,” Patrick embarrassedly muttered. He turned to Patty and said, “I was expecting Kristy, but clearly, you are not her!”

“Patty,” Patty grinned.

“Nice to meet you, Patty,” Patrick smiled. He put his arm around the petite blonde. “This is my fiancée, Bernie. She’ll help with your stretches and exercises today. Katie, will there be five regularly, or is this a one-off?”

I looked around the girls and saw they were nodding. “If we can do this time on the same rotating schedule we currently have, then I think it’ll be five most days, Patrick,” I responded. “Six when Kristy returns from Germany next month.”

“Four O’clock is a pretty popular time, Katie,” Patrick replied as he checked his Google planner. “We can do 4:oo p.m. Monday and Friday this fortnight and the usual 6:00 a.m. on the matching Wednesday. In the alternate week, we’ll have to stick to the 6:oo a.m. time spot on both days.”

Jennifer whispered, “I can’t afford to pay for five days a fortnight.”

“Nor can I,” Charmaine added.

Ignoring them, I asked, “Is everyone happy with those times? Patty, you’re staying with us indefinitely but are you happy to exercise with us at those times?”

“Do you guys do weights?” Patty asked Patrick. Then she looked at Bernie and added, “Stupid question, I guess.”

Bernie and Patrick chuckled before Patrick answered, “We have some free weights that we use, but if you want a proper weights programme, you’ll need to see Bernie at the gym where she works.”

“Which is?” Patty asked.

“Fitness 4173 on Wynnum Road,” Bernie confirmed.

“That works,” Patty said. “We’ll talk after this session and look at some times.”

“Sounds like there’ll be five where once there was one,” I jokingly said.

“You don’t want to discuss the price, Katie?” Patrick asked.

I shrugged and smiled. “You’ll send me a bill each week, and if I have a problem with it, I’ll call you and yell at you until you send a more reasonable one.”

“So nothing changes?” Patrick grinned back.

“Right,” I jocularly responded.

“Okay, all,” Patrick said firmly. “On your mats, and let’s get this show rolling.”

Patty nudged me as she passed. She snapped her eyes at the muscular but tiny Bernie before giving me a wink. “If I’d known, I’d have dressed more provocatively,” she joked.

Ninety minutes later, Jennifer, who had trailed the rest of us by quite a margin, staggered down the last two steps and across to her mat. Dropping to her knees before rolling onto her ample bottom, she gasped, “I hate you bitches,” as she pretended to glare at us. “Bernie, you’re a harsh mistress and Patrick, I hate you most!”

“Looks like our work here is done,” Patrick grinned. “Ladies, I’ll see you bright and early Tuesday morning.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jennifer said dismissively before rolling back onto her knees and standing. She stumbled the three steps to the pool and fell into it without bothering to remove her shoes or clothing. “Gawddamn, that feels better,” she muttered as she lay on her back and floated in the water.

“Don’t forget to warm down,” Bernie smilingly said as she packed the last of their stuff up and left.

Patty took over and led us through some stretches and gentle exercises to ensure our bodies released the last of their lactic acid. Afterwards, we all stripped and joined Jennifer in the pool.

I swam to the steps and sat with only my head out of the water. Patty sat beside me, and Charmaine soon swam over to sit in her lap, facing her. Charmaine kissed Patty lightly before laying her head on Patty’s shoulder.

Patty put her arms around the youngster and kissed her cheek. “Bernie’s as hot as fuck,” she mused.

“Sure is,” Charmaine and I agreed.

“Can you imagine having your head between her thighs and making her cum?” Patty grinned. “Her thighs would slam together and pop your eyes out.”

“Patty, that’s terrible!” Charmaine gasped.

“Funny, though,” I giggled as I picked my phone up and checked the time. It was nearly six, so I needed to get ready for my date. I stood and said, “I need to get ready for Mister James Squire. To be honest, I’m a little nervous about this date, so I’ll come down a little late. Can you girls grill him and ensure he’s safe and you know where he’s taking me? Patty, if I haven’t called you by midnight, send the cavalry, please.”

I walked to my bedroom and went through the typical process I follow to ready myself to look the absolute best that I can for my man. It was night, so I did my makeup after showering and moisturising my entire body. Because of the harshness of artificial light, you have to do your makeup in much warmer and more vibrant colours. Modern LED lights wash out your skin colour even more than the old fluorescent ones did. After I’d completed my look, I turned the lights on above my en suite’s mirror. These were the brightest lights in the house, and if I looked good in them, I would look good anywhere.

Satisfied with my appearance, I searched in my walk-in robe for a suitable dress. I knew Mister Squires was rich, so I assumed he’d take me somewhere expensive, and I wanted to look elegant but sexy enough to excite him.

After rejecting a number of choices, I chose my emerald Nara maxi dress. This dress was strapless and off-the-shoulder. I could have gone braless, but something made me think that James would see that as tacky and inelegant, so I put on a lacy, white, strapless half-cup bra and a matching lacy thong before donning my dress. At the last moment, I rucked up my dress and put on a pair of natural skin-coloured opaque nylons. I wore a pair of black, chunky-heeled platform shoes to complete my look.

I almost changed my shoes because I was already close to six inches taller than James, and the platform heels would only exaggerate our height difference. In the end, I knew I’d tower over the diminutive older man no matter what shoes I wore, so I decided to remain with my first choice.

It wasn’t seven yet, so I idly scrolled through my various social media profiles until it was ten past seven. Then, I walked down to the lounge, where I assumed James would be waiting. He looked a little harried as my girls and Patty ‘entertained’ him. He spotted me entering the room and stood.

“Stunningly beautiful, my darling Katie,” James said as I walked in. James crossed to me, took my hand and stood on his tip-toes to kiss my cheek. “I fear that your friends do not approve of me, my love,” he said with a teasing twinkle in his eye. “I was grilled less by the senate hearing into the Shaw and Partners debacle. I’ve assured them that I am not a serial rapist, nor am I an axe murderer or a molester of Grannies or young children, but I’m unsure if they believe me.”

“I like him,” Patty said. “If you don’t want to go out with him, then I will.”

“What time shall I tell them we’ll return by, my dear Katie?” James suavely asked.

“Midnight for a first date?” I ventured.

“Hmm, Mrs Muggleton,” James teased. “A ‘first date’ would indicate that there will be more than one. Perhaps we should see how this one goes first.”

“Smooth,” Jennifer said admiringly. “Hey, Miss Katie? If you don’t want him, may I have him?”

“Now, ladies,” James joked. “There’s plenty of me to go around, so there’s no need to fight.”

“No, there’s not,” Jennifer pretended to growl. “There’s barely enough of you for a decent bite.”

James mockingly held his heart, “You wound me, young lady,” he teased. “Must I remind you that C4 comes in small packages?”

“So did C3PO’s friend R2D2,” Jennifer riposted. “And he wasn’t much … wait … actually, he was central to Hans’ and Luke’s success quite often. Never mind, carry on.”

Everyone laughed before James said, “Shall we, my beautiful friend?” he turned back to the others and added, “Thank you for your time and company, my lovelies. I hope that Katie, her husband, myself, and all of you will become fast friends and that we will chat and tease like this again soon. I promise to have Mrs Muggleton home by midnight looking at least as good as she does now.”

Patty was close to my side, so I leant over and whispered, “I hope he brings me back, walking bow-legged, sans underwear and covered in cum!”

James took my arm and guided me to his car. I was slightly surprised when he opened the back door and helped me sit. As I sat, James kept his eyes averted even though I had a long dress on and kept my knees pressed tightly together. ‘What a gentleman,’ I thought as I swung my feet into the car. I was unsure why I’d been nervous now.

Only after I sat did I realise that James had a driver. James climbed into the back seat beside me and took my hand in his. “Vintaged Bar and Grill, Jimmy, please,” James told the driver. “It’s in The Hilton, as I’m sure you remember.”

I hadn’t been there before, so it would be a new experience for me. Sean and I had planned to go there a few times, but it seemed to open and close again almost immediately. However, the reviews of the food and service were always top-notch.

“Tell me about yourself, Katie,” James asked. “You’re way too intelligent to be ‘just a housewife’ or your husband’s secretary, so why are you doing those jobs?”

I wasn’t ashamed of what I was. In fact, I was quite proud of myself and my life. I know, in these modern times, being ‘just a housewife’ is seen as ‘betraying the sisterhood’, but I knew that was rubbish. Tell me another job as important as raising the next generation of children to be decent people. I’d watched as the other parents in my neighbourhood gave their children presents instead of their presence and watched despairingly as their children became self-centred, egotistical, me, me, me brats. I felt no need to justify my lifestyle choices and was incredibly proud of my two children.

I turned to James and answered, “I was a straight-A student, James. I intended to attend uni and become a business major like my husband. However, Sean made me pregnant on my eighteenth birthday, so we married, and I worked doing whatever jobs I could to support Sean until he graduated. When I was too far along to continue working, Sean took a leave of absence from uni and worked to support us until I could return to work. Mom looked after Johnny, our eldest, so I could return to work. I kept the money rolling in until Sean graduated with a Masters in Business.

“When he did, Pepperstone, Australia brought him on board, and the rest, as they say, is history. I chose to become a stay-at-home mom because Sean preferred it, and to be truthful, so did I. Kristy arrived less than two years after Johnny, and that confirmed my desire to stay home and ensure my children grew up to be good people.”

“I’m with you, Katie,” James assured me. “Annie made the same decision as you under the same conditions. I have a son and a daughter, just like you,” he grinned before facetiously saying, “My son, I’m ashamed to say, is a lawyer.” Then he added, “But my daughter is a doctor. She’s been at the P.A. Hospital for nearly twenty years but has decided it’s time to go into private practice. She wants to join a GP service somewhere near where she grew up, here in Brisbane’s east.”

“Tell her to call me,” I absently said as I compared mine and James’ stories. “My friend Patty needs another doctor in her practice, but her current offices are too small to fit another doctor in, and she is loath to move premises. Maybe, with your help and encouragement, she and Patty could find offices to move to that are large enough for your daughter to have her own rooms.”

“My daughter is a lesbian,” James informed me. “Would that be okay with your friend?”

“It’s the twenty-twenties, James,” I reminded him. “Nobody would dare ask, let alone make an issue of that these days.”

“You’re not bothered about homosexuality?” James asked.

To be frank, readers, I was a little bothered by James’ statement and question. I mean, other than a few religious nutbags like Patty’s mom and Billy’s parents, is anyone bothered by homosexuality anymore? If it isn’t for you, don’t do it. There, problem solved. Wondering if agreeing to go to dinner with him was a mistake, I answered, “Of course not.”

However, James alleviated my concern by saying, “I’m glad, Katie. I just keep hoping that Penelope will find someone she can settle down with because she seems so sad and lonely.”

“Doesn’t she have any friends?” I queried.

“Penelope concentrated on her career instead of staying in contact with her friends. Over the years, as her friends got married and had children, Penny let them drift away. Now she’s in her mid-forties and alone. Her days off are spent with me most of the time. That’s sad for her, don’t you think?”

I pointed out, “I think she’s been worried about your mental health since her mom, your wife, passed away. The surviving partners in long-term marriages often swiftly follow their spouses into the grave.”