The Adventures of a Slut Mommie Ch. 14

Literotic asexstories – The Adventures of a Slut Mommie Ch. 14 by JohnMurray4173,JohnMurray4173 The Adventures of a Slut Mommie 13: Daddy Knows Best–The Conclusion.

From Daddy Knows Best Part One: Johnny and I showered together. We exchanged hugs and soft kisses but didn’t do anything sexual. He left my room to get dressed, so I did the same thing and then walked to my kitchen.

I expected to find the four other women sitting around drinking coffee as they waited for me to make breakfast. I was wrong, however. Gina, Jennifer and Charmaine had set up a production line. Raw goods entered one end, and cooked breakfasts exited the other. I rarely eat a cooked breakfast, but I decided to make an exception this morning. I loaded my plate with toast, scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns and mushrooms and sat at the BBQ table outside. The others, including Johnny, swiftly did the same thing and joined me out there. Patty arrived last bearing mugs and a pot of hot coffee.

None of us had anything much planned for the morning, so we sat around the table and laughed, chatted and teased until nearly eleven a.m. Johnny announced he had a lunchtime wedding to photograph and left, taking Gina with him. Patty said she had to meet Billy to discuss selling their home and dividing what shared assets they had. Patty hoped that Billy would agree to buy her half of the house and didn’t care about virtually anything else they shared. It seemed they’d kept the finances separated, and dividing the few shared items shouldn’t take much.

Jennifer and Charmaine needed to meet their respective study groups to work on their projects, leaving me home alone again. But, as I’ve mentioned before, that’s pretty normal for me, so I wasn’t bothered. I called my sisters, Mary and Yvette, and asked if they’d meet me for coffee here at my place this afternoon. When they said they would, I phoned Mom and asked if she could join us, too.

The three of them arrived in Mom’s car. It seemed that Yvette and Mary were worried that Sean and I had broken up, and that was what I wanted to talk to them about. I laughed and showed them my ‘slave collar’, pointing out that Sean had finally stood up and begun doing his familial duties, including deflowering his daughter. They warmly congratulated me, and I made coffee and served cake and biscuits to share as we discussed why I’d brought them over.

Mom and my sisters were keen to meet my girls, Jennifer and Charmaine, although Mary and Yvette both pointed out that they hadn’t done anything sexual with another woman since leaving home and weren’t sure if they would be much help with Charmaine. I explained that I wanted them to show my girls how being submissive to your lover didn’t make you a doormat. I said that Charmaine and Jennifer needed to learn how to be ‘the power behind the throne’. How to lovingly guide their owner into making the right decisions for their career and family and to do it in a way that leaves their lover believing they were the one making those choices.

We discussed how and when we’d get them all together, and once we’d worked that out, we caught up as family always does. Mary’s and Yvette’s marriages were both strong, and they’d accepted being empty nesters and rejoined the workforce. Mary was office temping, using the skills she’d learned in college years ago. Yvette is a checkout operator, or ‘terminal tart’, as I jokingly called her, at her local Coles supermarket. She seemed slightly embarrassed until I congratulated her on getting her first job. Neither of my sisters had to work because their husbands held high-paying positions, but they needed the jobs for their sanity’s sake.

After about two hours, Yvette announced that she needed to get home and start dinner because her husband, Matt, liked to eat no later than six. Mom and Mary, of course, had to leave with her. Mom waited until my sisters had gone outside before quietly saying, “You will come for dinner next Saturday, Katie. Bring a change of clothes because you’ll be staying the night.”

“Yes, Mom,” I said dutifully. “What’s going on?”

Mom evaded, “You’ll see next Saturday, Katie. Now kiss your mother goodbye, and I’ll see you next week.”

I did as I was told and then cleaned up. I’d made myself a cup of coffee and sat down just as Patty returned. Seeing her red eyes and tear-streaked face, I swiftly crossed to her and enveloped her in a loving embrace. “Bad, huh?”

“To see twenty years thrown away like that, Katie,” Patty sobbed. “It’s just such a waste. Billy won’t even look at or talk to me; he just signs everything my lawyer puts in front of him. All he does is sob and say how sorry he is, but he won’t change his mind about leaving me instead of us staying married and keeping Mason as his live-in lover. Shit, Katie! To think it would be Allie’s brother that broke us apart! Allie cussed Mason up and down the block, but all he said was that it wasn’t any of her business.”

Fortunately, Allie, Courtney and Maggie banged in through the door. They held bags of chips and dips and carried several bottles of wine. “Mason phoned and said you needed cheering up,” Allie announced as she sat everything on the bench and hugged Patty. “If we can’t rescue your marriage, the least we can do is get you as drunk as a skunk so you forget what your name is, as well as the fact you’re married to an asshole.”

“Cheers to that,” Courtney said as she unscrewed the cap on the first bottle of wine. “Katie, we’ll need those cigarettes from last time. It’s time for the girl gang to get together and disparage our ‘lesser halves’.”

I got a couple of bowls to put the chips in, found the packet of ‘cigarettes’ in the drawer where I’d returned them, got some glasses and followed the girls into my lounge. Offering the ‘smokes’ to each woman as Courtney filled our glasses, I growled, “That’s my last packet, so enjoy them while you can!”

“I wonder if you can buy them online,” Courtney mused as she sipped her wine and pretended to light her ‘cigarette’ and draw deeply.

“Use your phone and see,” Maggie suggested as she accepted her glass, rolled onto her back and ‘blew smoke rings’ into the sky.

“I’ve found them,” Courtney said excitedly. “There’s a company in America selling them.” She scrolled down. “Shit! They don’t post outside of America.” Courtney searched further. “Fuck!” She added. “They’re banned in Australia.”

That’s ridiculous,” I pointed out after pretending to take a deep drag followed by a sip of wine. “Real cigarettes that kill people are available, but harmless candy ones are banned?”

“Looks like it.” Courtney said, “I agree. How bullshit is that?”

“No tax money in candy cigarettes,” Maggie pointed out. “The government can point at the ban and say they’re ‘doing their bit to stop teen and preteen smoking’ without negatively affecting their tax revenue.”

“You’re just cynical,” I joked.

“Hey, it ain’t cynical if it’s true,” Maggie responded.

“As the only leftie in the group, I’d like to point out that teen and preteen smoking is at an all-time low,” Allie stated.

“Bullshit!” Patty and I said simultaneously.

“It is at an all-time low,” Allie defensively said.

“You’re about as left as Maggie Thatcher,” Patty explained. “And as for the other, care to show some stats that prove the low figure is caused by banning candy smokes?”

“No,” Allie admitted. “But if I’m as left as Ms Thatcher, you’re further right than Genghis Khan.”

“Hey,” Patty joked. “The most effective form of governance is a benign dictatorship. Which is fine, as long as I’m the dictator!”

“You don’t even like dick,” Courtney muttered amusedly. “Besides, I always thought that a dictator was someone whose dick was stuck in a ‘tater’.”

“The problem isn’t with the ‘dick’,” Patty airily replied. “Dick can be fun. It’s the useless piece of man meat the dick’s attached to that’s the problem.”

“Well, this girl quite likes a hefty chunk of ‘man meat’,” Maggie joked.

“Shame you married Chris, then,” I teased. “If seeing him in his DTs (Speedos, Dick Togs) is any indication, ‘hefty’ isn’t the description I’d use.”

“Oi!” Maggie protested. “Chris is a grower, not a shower.”

“He grows from ‘inverted’ to ‘perverted’?” Allie asked innocently.

“You’re all a bunch of bitches,” Maggie grumbled. “Tell me why I put up with you?”

“Because we’re the only ones who love you,” Patty, Courtney, Allie, and I said together.

“Fuck you!” Maggie jokingly said. “Chris, and his five-inch cock, love me just as much as you do.”

We sipped our wines and ‘smoked’ as we contemplated life. After a few moments, I asked, “Anyone hear from Kath? Is she hosting The Big Bash coverage this year?”

“Yeah,” Courtney replied. “I think she is. But it hasn’t started yet. She’s doing some preseason interviews and prerecording some stuff. She said she’d get here around eight and would bring Chinese.”

That was dinner taken care of, so one less thing to worry about.

Over the ensuing couple of hours, Johnny, Gina, and my girls trickled in. I texted Kath, saying we’d have two extras for dinner. Johnny and Gina were going out, but Charmaine and Jennifer were a little short of cash this week, so they were staying in.

I thought about that before deciding they needed an allowance. They were already doing most of my housework, all of my laundry, and a good part of the yard work. They also cooked at least as often as I did, so they deserved to be rewarded for their work.

Eventually, we split into the older and younger groups. Jennifer and Charmaine stripped and got in the hot tub, and the rest of us hit my games room. Uncovering the pool table, Patty and I challenged the others to a game. We thrashed Maggie and Allie, sinking the black when they still had five left. Patty and I then beat Maggie and Courtney when Courtney accidentally sank the black as she pocketed another ball. Then, when we beat Courtney and Allie, those three demanded we swap partners.

Readers, you have to understand that my friends are all gorgeous women. We all dress revealingly, if not outright provocatively. Seen from behind, every shot revealed vast expanses of silky-smooth, toned upper thighs and slender calves and ankles. If they really stretched to make the shot, barely covered asses would show. If you were before them, then, as they bent over, firm breasts that their tops struggled to contain threatened to fall out into view. I’m sure I wasn’t the only one turned on by that view.

Knowing that Allie was the most daring of my friends, I challenged the others. “Allie and I challenge you three tarts to a game of strip pool. The losers of every frame have to remove an item of clothing. Footwear and jewellery do not count.”

We’d all drunk enough to think it was a good idea, so we started, and Allie and I immediately lost. I didn’t know what to take off because all I had on was a short skirt and tank top. As usual, I hadn’t bothered with underwear that morning.

“Oh, just take something off, Katie, you little slut,” Maggie teased. “You’ve already been flashing your bald pussy to us as you played, and we’ve all seen your big tits many times before.”

Laughing embarrassedly, I pulled my top off and placed it on the wet bar beside the pool table. Allie winked at the other three and worked her bra out from underneath her clothes. “Not fair!” I complained.

“It’s not our fault you don’t wear underwear,” Allie pointed out. “Besides, this was your idea.”

“That it was,” I agreed as I handed Maggie my pool cue and walked to the bar. I put an extra sway and bounce in my step as I walked. A quick glance revealed that all four of my friends were biting their bottom lip as they watched my breasts bounce and my ass swing.

“No one does ‘earthily sexy’ as well as Katie,” Patty muttered. “Even Raquel Welch in that fur bikini doesn’t do sexy as well as Katie does.”

“Keep your eyes in your head, you big old dyke,” Maggie teased. “She’s taken.”

“A girl can dream and fantasise,” Patty innocently said, making everyone laugh.

I watched and listened to this conversation, knowing it was explicitly aimed at keeping Courtney unaware of the sexual activities the rest of us shared. The teasing, playful comments deflected attention away from stiffened nipples and aroused smelling pussies. I understood now why I hadn’t twigged that Patty, Maggie and Allie were intimate with each other. I then compared how Kath and I now acted around each other and realised it was no wonder the others hadn’t worked out that she and I were lovers because we acted as naturally with each other as they did.

With this new knowledge, I observed my friends, trying to see any sign of their intimate relationships. The only thing untoward I noticed was that Courtney’s nipples were poking her top out at least as much as the nipples on the rest of us poked out ours. Well, except for mine, of course. My breasts were uncovered, and my arousal was plain for all to see.

Maggie and Patty played Courtney and Allie, and Allie lost again. Courtney did the same ‘bra out through the sleeve trick that Allie had done, and Allie took her panties off. Then, Courtney and I played Maggie and Patty. My team won, and more bras exited from sleeves. Courtney and I won again, leaving Patty and Maggie pantyless. Because we’d won three in a row, the girls demanded that Courtney and I split. They decided that I should get more wine since I was already down to my last piece of clothing.

I was bent over getting the bottle from the fridge when I felt hands sliding up the backs of my thighs and onto my sexily curved ass. Pretending shock, I jumped, squealed and spun around. I smelled the food as soon as Kath came in the door and knew who it was. Looking at my exposed breasts and rock-hard nipples, Kath grinned. “Are you cold or just happy to see me?”

“The air from the fridge is quite cold,” I said teasingly. “However, my love, I’m always happy to see you!” I examined my best friend as we hugged. She wore a mid-length white dress that clung to her slender body, emphasising her small, firm, high breasts, lean stomach and toned hips and legs. I ran my hands down her back and onto her tight ass. “No bra or panties, you tart,” I grinned. “Doesn’t Foxtel pay you enough to afford them?”

“The lines they create look terrible on the TV,” Kath answered primly. “So, my lusciously endowed, tarty friend, why are you topless?”

“We’re playing strip pool,” I explained.

Kath giggled, “And you’re losing badly, obviously.”

“Hey,” I protested. “I’ve lost one game!”

Kath held her sides laughing as she realised why I was already mostly naked. “Teach you to go about sans underwear all the time.”

The girls, young and old, had heard Kath come in through the door, so they appeared in the kitchen, looking for something to eat. Allie and Courtney must have lost because they were down to their skirt (Allie) and shorts (Courtney). Charmaine and Jennifer wore only towels as they got plates and serving spoons out. Kath and Charmaine shared a look and smile. I happened to be looking at Patty at the time, and I saw her eyes narrow as she picked up that they were close.

I nudged Kath and imperceptibly nodded in Charmaine’s direction. Kath clued in on why I’d done that and said, “Charmaine, my director loved your piece on Saya Sakakibara. I’m scheduled to meet her in Surfers next week. I’d like you to do the interview, please. I’ll be there to take over if it all goes pear-shaped.”

Patty and the older girls looked questioningly at Kath, so she clarified, “Charmaine is a journalism major. Katie introduced us, and after I saw her résumé and uni work, I made her my intern. It’s unpaid at the moment. But I think they’ll pay her something when she starts working four days a week over the summer uni break.”

Courtney, Allie and Maggie nodded understandingly, but I noticed that Patty wasn’t having a bar of it. I hoped she’d keep quiet but then realised I was being silly. Of course, she’d stay quiet because she, too, was used to living a life with hidden secrets.

We used the outside table because it was larger and less formal than my two inside ones. Jennifer and Charmain were initially unusually quiet. But as we older girls teased them mercilessly, they came out of their shells and joined in the jocularity. They grew curious as we teased each other about our pool skills, or lack thereof. They looked at each other and nodded.

Jennifer said, “We challenge the reigning table champions, Patty and Maggie. Then, after we’ve taken their shorts, we challenge the two Ks.”

“Two Ks?” Courtney asked.

“Kath and Katie,” Charmaine clarified.

After quickly tidying up, we took our wine glasses and returned to the pool room. Patty had already set the table up, so she broke and the game began. True to their word, the youngsters almost ‘pantsed’ Patty and Maggie. Only a fortuitous double cushion pocketing of their red ball stopped Patty and Maggie from losing with seven of their balls still on the table. If that hadn’t happened, they’d have ‘lost their pants’ as well as an article of clothing for losing the game.

That left the younger girls wearing only their towels and the rest of us, except Kath, in nothing but their skirts or shorts. Kath had only her dress on. The next pair to lose would be the first ones to be naked.

In a close fought game, I managed a difficult cut shot on the black, only barely putting enough side spin on the cue ball to prevent it from going in off the black. The problem was that Kath and I immediately lost the last game to Courtney and Allie, leaving them as the only ones still wearing some modesty.

“Ahh, fuck that!” The typically pithy Patty said as she grabbed Allie’s skirt and pulled it down. “Now Courtney, you uptight bitch,” Patty pretended to growl. “Are you stripping with or without help?”

“Eek!” Courtney jokingly squeaked in a high-pitched voice. “The dyke wants to see my pussy.”

We laughed as Courtney unashamedly dropped her shorts and strutted naked to the pool. She put her wine glass on the pool’s edge and jumped in. The rest of us spread our glasses in a line beside Courtney’s and leapt in after her. The volleyball net was still up, so we made teams and began playing. Courtney’s team had a natural advantage because she was the only one of us athletically inclined, but it was still fun.

I begged off after the second game and got out of the pool. I picked up my glass and got in the hot tub. Courtney joined me moments later. Uncharacteristically, she sat close with our shoulders touching. Usually, she’d carefully keep her body separated from the rest of us. I’d always wondered why, and I was about to find out.

Taking a hefty swig, Courtney emptied her glass. Then she stood, took my glass, and said, “Be back soon.” She returned with two full glasses and sat so our shoulders touched again.

Courtney sniffed and then sobbed. “What’s up, babe?” I lovingly asked.

“You’re all so close and affectionate,” she stated. “Even your young charges are comfortable with physical affection from women. Kath was always a little aloof, but after you and she went away for those days, even she’s quite physically affectionate now.”

“And that bothers you?” I asked, wondering if Courtney was homophobic.

She took another large swallow of wine and sobbed again. I wanted to touch her to reassure her that everything was okay, but I wasn’t sure if that would be appreciated. Courtney sniffed again and said, “Do you remember Lilly Petersen, the girls’ softball coach at high school?”

I did. Ms Petersen was a severe-looking, tall, angular, mid-thirties teacher. She didn’t believe in body grooming, makeup, hair dye, or deodorant. With her hairy legs, arms and armpits, Doc Martens boots and androgynous looks, we all assumed that she was a lesbian.

“She tried to rape me at summer camp during year 10,” Courtney shockingly said. “When I refused her advances and threatened to scream, she snarled, ‘Deny what you are, if you want, Ms Evans. But we both know you want me to eat your cunt.’ Katie, the scary thing was that I did want her to, just not like that, you know? I wanted it to be romantic and loving. Not forced and dirty like she was making it.”

“Did she rape you, Courtney?” I asked empathetically. “Is that why you’re uncomfortable with us girls showing you and each other affection?”

“No,” Courtney said firmly. “She tried to grab me again, but I twisted away and ran from the room. If you remember, I refused to play for the school after that and played for my local senior team.”

“Have you spoken to anyone about this before, babe?” I asked, wanting to put my arms around her but knowing I would probably be rejected.

Shaking her head, Courtney said, “No. I never said anything to anyone.” She sobbed again. “I wonder how many other girls I could have saved if only I’d been brave enough to put a complaint in.”

I thought about that before venturing, “I don’t know if there were many to save, babe. It’s been more than twenty years, and if she were a rapist and molester, at least one person would have come forward by now. Think about all those historical cases from years and years ago that are coming to light. If Lilly Petersen were a serial molester, one of her victims would have put a police complaint in by now.”

“In some ways, that’s even worse, Katie,” Courtney sobbed. “If it was only me, why did she pick me out? What did I do to make her think I’d be interested in lesbian sex?”

“Maybe because, at that age, you looked similar to her? Tall, skinny, almost no breasts, and little interest in clothes or makeup.”

“I filled out some,” Courtney self-deprecatingly said.

“You filled out gorgeously,” I said, aching to take her in my arms and comfort her.

Courtney sighed and lay her head on my shoulder. “May I ask a very personal question, Katie?”

“Sure,” I replied. “As long as you don’t mind me not answering.”

“What changed for you, babe? You were always beautiful and incredibly sexy, but you kept your light hidden beneath a bushel. Then, about ten months ago, your light suddenly shone brighter than the sun. Now, you exude sexual confidence. Men and women turn to watch you walk by, and you don’t even notice. Cocks stiffen, and I’m sure pussies get wet around you, and you walk on unaware they do. So, babe, what changed?”

“When I saw Edgar Fontaine to cure my nicotine addiction, he counselled me, too,” I explained carefully, unwilling to admit too much. “Edgar led me to understand that I was a sexual being, and that by hiding that I was, I hurt only myself and my family. Since then, I’ve chosen to show that side of myself, and trust me, I’ve had to beat suitors off with a stick ever since.”

“So, just like high school, then?” Courtney joked.

We laughed and had to leave our conversation there because everyone else wanted to join us. My tub sits four comfortably and six tightly, but there was no way eight of us could fit. It didn’t stop my friends, though, because Kath sat on my lap facing out, and Charmaine sat on Patty’s facing her.

Courtney’s, Maggie’s, Kath’s, and Allie’s eyes widened in surprise as Charmaine and Patty kissed and hugged. “What?” Patty asked. “Haven’t you seen an older woman kissing a teenage girl before?”

“No!” The other five shouted.

They looked at me, and all I did was shrug. “They make a cute couple, don’t you think?”

“Rebound sex?” Kath worriedly asked. “Is that fair on you or Ms Charmaine?”

“Charmaine and I have discussed it, Kath,” Patty explained. “I’ve been careful about telling her how I feel and that I, too, am worried about this being a ‘rebound relationship’. Having just had my heart broken, I have no desire to hurt Charmaine. We’re taking things slowly, but we’re enjoying discovering each other.”

“Yeah, but so soon after splitting with Billy?” Allie asked, with Kath agreeing.

“Don’t I get a say?” Charmaine asked as she turned to face the others. “I saw Patty and instantly felt attracted to her. I know our love might only last until Patty recovers from her heartbreak, but I’m prepared to take that risk.”

“The age gap is too much,” Maggie fretted. “In ten years, Patty will be close to fifty, and you won’t even be thirty yet.”

“And in a year, Patty will be forty, and I will not even be twenty yet. So, so what? I’ve always been attracted to dominant older women, and Ms Patty fits that perfectly.”

The girls began to protest, so I quietly said, “It’s their choice, ladies. You may not like it, and you can choose to reject Patty and Charmaine by not accepting it, but you will acknowledge their right to make that choice.”

“We’re not unaccepting,” Maggie protested. “We’re just worried about them both getting hurt.”

“So you’d tell them to reject the chance for happiness together in case they’re sad later?” I asked. “What if we’re here together in twenty years, celebrating their twentieth wedding anniversary? Would you still say they should never have started?”

“Them breaking up in a few weeks or months is more likely than twenty years together,” Kath stated.

“Then why aren’t more of us separated or divorced?” I countered. “Patty’s, which we all acknowledge was only a marriage of convenience, is the only one broken. The rest of us are happily married. What are the chances of that?”

“Katie’s right,” Kath acknowledged. “What’s that old Lord Tennyson quote? ‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all’.”

We pulled Patty and Charmaine to the tub’s middle and surrounded them. Then, we covered them both with hugs and kisses and wished them the best. Once they’d settled back into place, we finished our wines and the girls got out, dried off, dressed and left. Patty, Charmaine and Jennifer went upstairs together after saying goodnight.

I returned to turn the tub and lights off and get the wet towels and my clothes. I re-entered my house and heard knocking on my door. I opened it and found a teary Courtney standing there. “Can we finish our conversation, Katie?” She asked.

“Sure,” I said. “Let me put these towels in the washer, and we’ll grab a drink and sit and chat.”

“I’ll help,” Courtney offered.

It didn’t take long to throw the towels in the washer and turn it on. I tentatively put my arm around Courtney’s hip and squeezed her lightly as we walked back to my kitchen. Courtney sobbed and leaned closer, so I guessed I got that right.

I poured two glasses of wine and took her to the lounge. Sitting on the sofa ensured Courtney had plenty of room if she needed to keep her distance. But Courtney sighed deeply, leaned against me and put her head on my shoulder.

“Tell me what’s bothering you, babe,” I asked.

“I feel that I’m missing out because I can’t accept affection from you girls, Katie,” she said. “I remember reacting sexually to Ms Petersen’s declaration that I wanted her to have sex with me, and I’ve been terrified that I was a lesbian ever since.”

“Have you been closeted all this time, Courtney? I mean, I’m sorry, but given what I recently learned about Patty, I have to ask. Have you secretly been gay all these years?”

“No, or at least, I don’t think so. But I get turned on when I see you all naked and kissing and cuddling, so maybe I am.”

“I get turned on when we’re all naked and kissing and cuddling,” I pointed out. “Heck, you and your tall, lush body excite me. Do you think I’m a lesbian?”

“I excite you, Katie?” Courtney wonderingly asked. “You don’t think being attracted to women makes me gay?”

“Again, I ask, babe. I’m attracted to some women. Do you think I’m gay?”

Courtney shook her head. “No,” she replied. “You’re as heterosexual as anyone I know.”

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, hoping I wasn’t about to scare her away and ruin a friendship. “You might be surprised,” I said quietly.

Courtney disbelievingly asked, “You’ve had sex with a woman? Women? Who with?”

“No names,” I replied. “The ones I’ve been with have their own story to tell. It’s not up to me to tell them for them.”

“Patty, right? You’ve had sex with Patty, right?”

“If you’re going to grill me for names, then this conversation is over,” I told her firmly. “How would you feel if one of your lovers went around telling everyone you’d had sex with them?”

“Michael fucking Thorpe did that when we were at uni, Katie. Do you remember? And all I did was give that bastard a handjob. He told everyone that we’d fucked and that I was a dud root.”

I risked a joke, “Were you a dud because you would have preferred to have been with a woman?”

“Bitch,” Courtney said, flicking my nipple.

Ignoring her comment, I returned to her original question and said, “Yeah, I remember. Did you know Ewan, Mike, and Sean confronted him and offered to use him for tackle practice if he didn’t stop?”

“No, I didn’t,” Courtney replied. “Hah, interesting. I began dating Ewan right after that.”

“Yeah, until he heard Michael Thorpe bragging about being with you, Ewan was too shy to ask you to go out. He wanted to for ages before he finally did.” I wanted to get to the truth about Courtney’s sexuality, so I asked, “How is your sex life with Ewan, babe? Is it good? Has it always been good? Do you need to fantasise about someone else, a woman perhaps, to get off?”

“No,” Courtney answered. “I don’t have to imagine Ewan’s a woman to get off. Our sex life has waned some over the last twenty years, but it’s still fantastic when we do make love.” She stopped before embarrassedly admitting, “I do sometimes fantasise about having sex with a woman. It’s, well, weird because my favourite lesbian fantasy is being made to submit by someone resembling Ms Petersen. Is that it, do you think? Was she right? Am I a lesbian?”

“Only you know the answer to that, Courtney,” I replied. “But, for what it’s worth, I think you might be bisexual, and the only way to be sure is to experiment with someone safe.”

“Will you experiment with me, Katie?” Courtney pleaded.

“No,” I replied, and Courtney stiffened. “Not because I don’t find you attractive. Look at my nipples, and you’ll see that I’m turned on by you being pressed against me.”

“Why, then?”

“Because that’s not what you need,” I replied. “You need to become comfortable with showing physical affection to a woman before you try having sex with one. Otherwise, you’re likely to freak out and run, hurting yourself and whoever you’re with.” I thought about how to help her with that and formed a plan. “Give me your phone, babe,” I demanded.

Courtney dug it out of her purse, unlocked its screen, and handed it to me. I found her husband’s number and called it. He answered quickly with, “Hi, babe.

“Hey, Ewan, it’s Katie,” I clarified. “Courtney’s had too much to drink, so I’m putting her to bed here, okay?”

“Thanks, Katie,” Ewan said. “Remind her she needs to phone her mom tomorrow. I’ll be out with Mike and Chris playing golf.”

“Will do, Ewan,” I replied cheerfully. “I’ll send Courtney and her headache home in time to do that.”

Mystified, Courtney stared at me. “Come on,” I said after handing her phone back. “Follow me.” I held her hand as we walked up the stairs to my room.

When we got there, I handed her one of my full-length nighties. Then I got out a new toothbrush and sent her to my en suite to prepare for bed. When she exited the bathroom, I went in and did the same. I came out wearing a nightie that matched hers, except mine was dark green to her red. I looked at Courtney and smiled. I’m a little taller than my friend, and although we weigh about the same, I’m much more firmly toned than she is. Plus, my breasts and hips are more prominent. But we looked pretty good in our matching nighties.

Pulling the coverings back, I encouraged Courtney into bed. “I want to lie, cuddling you as we talk about this and that,” I informed her. “I will keep my occasional kisses to your lips, cheeks and forehead and my hands to your arms, shoulders and back. I’ll stay away from your breasts, ass and pussy.

“I want you to kiss me where you want to. Anywhere you want to, okay? I will not object or complain. Plus, I want you to let your hands roam to wherever you want to touch, and I promise that the most I’ll do is moan to show my appreciation. However, Courtney, my love and friend, I will not be offended if all you can do is let me hold you, okay? Tonight is not about us making love or even having sex. No, it’s not. Instead, it’s about you becoming comfortable with sharing physical intimacy with another woman. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Courtney answered.

She lay like a board–stiff and unbending. I took her hand and smiled before using the remote to turn the lights out. Then I turned on the bedside night light and turned its intensity down until there was just enough light to see, but not enough to see more than a vague outline.

Rolling onto my side, I snuggled my head on her shoulder with my lips close to her neck. I placed my hand across Courtney’s stomach, being careful to stay away from her breasts and pussy.

I kissed her neck and whispered, “Sleep well, beautiful.”

Courtney lay on her back, stiff and unmoving, until I’d almost drifted off. She suddenly shifted, “Katie?” She whispered.

“Yes, beautiful?” I answered.

“Can we swap positions? Could I lie on you like you’re lying on me?”

“Of course,” I said, rolling onto my back. “I’ll warn you, though. Sometimes, I snore when I’m sleeping on my back. Especially if I’ve drunk a lot of wine.”

“It’ll be just like sleeping beside Ewan, then,” Courtney giggled.

I smiled, feeling all warm inside. My friend was relaxing and becoming comfortable lying with only two thin pieces of satin between us.

Courtney moved to put her head on my shoulder. I was surprised when she kissed my neck but not when she placed her hand across my body as carefully as I had placed mine. A little while later, I smiled as Courtney lifted her knee and put her thigh across my hips.

She kissed my neck again before sighing and saying, “This is nice. So much softer and smoother than cuddling with Ewan.” She kissed my cheek and rubbed hers against mine. “Plus, no chance of stubble rash.”

Courtney’s pussy was pressed against my hip, and I could feel the heat rising in it. Of course, having my gorgeous friend pressed so intimately against me turned me on, too. But it wasn’t the time to do anything about that, and it probably wouldn’t be until the next time we shared a bed.

We lay together quietly, and I began drifting off again. I could feel Courtney smiling against my neck, and her occasional soft kiss felt delicious. However, I remained quiescent and kept my hands still other than to take the hand across my body in mine and softly run my thumb over its back. I tried to pour all my love and affection into her in that gentle rub. I hoped Courtney could feel how much I cared for her as I gently stroked her.

Courtney’s breathing turned soft, deep and rhythmical. She’d fallen asleep. I smiled, knowing it was a sign that she felt comfortable lying intimately with me. I drifted off to sleep, too.

My usual morning problem woke me. I shifted and realised that I’d rolled onto my side, a sure sign that I’d been snoring. Surprisingly, Courtney had rolled with me, and we were in the typical big spoon/small spoon position, with Courtney as the big spoon. Even more surprising was that Courtney had cupped and was kneading my luscious right breast. I moved to get out of bed, and Courtney mumbled protestingly and pulled me back to spoon.

“I have to pee,” I whispered loudly.

“Huh?” Courtney asked, opening her eyes. She froze as she realised what she held in her hand. Then gasping, “Sorry,” she released it like it was scalding hot and scuttled across the bed. “Sorry, sorry, sorry,” she repeated, turning her back and bursting into tears.

I wondered if I should touch her, but my empathetic nature made me. Touching Courtney’s shoulder gently, I said, “Having you hold me so intimately is the best feeling ever, Courtney. To know you trust me so much and care about me so deeply to do that makes me the luckiest woman on this planet.”

“You’re not angry at me for molesting you?” Courtney asked, still curled in on herself.

“Courtney, honey, you did not molest me. It’s impossible to molest the willing.”

“You liked me holding your breast like that?” Courtney asked as she straightened out and rolled to look at me.

“Yes,” I said simply. “It made me feel loved and cherished. Most of all, it showed me you trusted that I would not take advantage of what you did.”

“May I hug you?” She asked tentatively.

“Anytime you want to, babe.”

I knew what she meant. All the members of our girl gang, including Courtney, hugged, kissed, and casually groped each other. However, it was affectionate, playful, and not sexual, and our hugs and kisses were never intimately affectionate. Moreover, it was friends showing their friendship with quick hugs, kisses and casual gropes. Courtney wasn’t asking for a casual hug and grope. Instead, she asked me to show her affection by lovingly holding her.

I pressed my breasts delicately against Courtney’s, wrapped my arms softly around her, and hugged her gently. “I love you, my beautiful friend,” I told her, then kissed her lips lightly.

Courtney momentarily froze as my breasts pressed against hers, but she soon relaxed and returned my hug. Then, surprising even herself, I think, she kissed me back. That was enough for today, so I apologetically reminded her that I needed to relieve myself and rolled out of bed to do so.

After taking care of my needs, I quickly showered and returned to my bedroom. To my surprise and delight, Courtney still lay in bed. She held her arms out, asking for another cuddle. I obliged her, of course, and we shared another sweet, delectable hug and kiss.

Curious, I asked, “You know about Patty, right?”

Courtney giggled, “Katie,” she said. “Patty, Maggie, and Allie have been intimate since we were teenagers. You, Kath, and I were the only ones who weren’t, and you were the only one who didn’t know the others were.”

“I was so naïve,” I admitted. “But, given what happened to you, why aren’t you bothered by that?”

“I’m unaffected by others being intimate, Katie,” Courtney explained. “I only have problems when a woman wants to be physically intimate with me.”

“So,” I started, trying to understand. “If Sean wanted to show you affection, you’d be okay with that?”

“Katie, before you snagged him, all of us, including Patty, would have fucked your husband in an instant, hoping he’d choose us to be his wife. But it was all so fitting when he and you announced you were getting married. The prettiest girl in school marrying the most handsome man? They write novels and movies about things like that, Katie.”

“But,” I continued. “If I’d hugged you the same way…”

“I’d have wigged out,” Courtney confirmed. “When I see women exchanging sexually based affection, I have a visceral reaction that I can’t control.”

“So Patty and Charmaine last night?”

“It’s like they were made for each other,” Courtney dismissed. “So it’s love and not just sex.”

“And that makes a difference?” I asked.

“Of course. Come on, Katie. You know the difference between love and sex.”

“Then, sometime soon, my dear, you and I will make love, But not until you’re ready.”

Strangely, Courtney didn’t seem fazed by my statement. Instead, she smiled and then sighed. “I guess I’d better get up, shower and go home.” She hugged me again. “Last night, sleeping with you felt so good, Katie. Can we please do it again soon?”

“Sure, babe,” I replied. “It’s another month before Sean and Kristy return, so any time until then, okay?”

I went downstairs to make coffee and a quick breakfast. Courtney ate, thanked me, and left. I hadn’t seen any sign of the others, but when I picked up my phone, I noticed that Johnny had sent a text. It read, “I’ve taken Gina and the girls out for the day. Have fun with Freddy, and I’ll see you Monday morning.”

I considered Freddy’s instructions and looked in my walk-in robe for something that matched them. Turning to the rack that held my summer beachwear, I saw my Oatmeal, crocheted cotton, tie-strap, mini dress. With the ‘Oatmeal shaped’ holes throughout the dress, I couldn’t not wear underwear. If I did, I’d show my puffy nipples and hairless pussy to everyone. So, before pulling the dress on, I put on some white hipster briefs and a solid white strapless bra. Then, I added some white Bravada 2.0 platform shoes and sat on my sofa, waiting for Freddy to arrive.

Freddy arrived at eleven. He knocked on my door and wolf-whistled when I opened it. “Wow, Katie, you look like one of Botticini’s angels,” he exclaimed.

I preened happily and did a slow pirouette so he could admire me from all sides. Freddy’s khaki cargo shorts were severely tented, so I ran my fingers over them. “Is that for me?” I purred.

Freddy nodded and replied, “Yes, but we’ll let the anticipation for later tonight grow. Then he took my hand and helped me into his car. Because I had panties on for a change, I purposefully put one foot in and then the other. This allowed me to give my young date a brief flash of my barely covered nirvana.

Freddy got in and drove us to Mick Hanfling Park on Lake Kurwongbah. We got the picnic basket out of the car, found a peaceful spot, and spread our blanket. I prepared our lunch. Freddy had stocked the basket with BBQ chicken, lettuce, tomatoes, mayonnaise, bread rolls, and a bottle of wine, so I happily made a roll for Freddy before making a salad for myself. Freddy popped the sparkling wine and poured us a glass each.

We sat close, drinking and eating as we watched the water skiers flying by and the various couples and families doing similar things to us. A group of seven, around thirty-year-old men, arrived and set up a volleyball net. I surreptitiously admired their leanly muscular bodies as they whooped and hollered when one side or the other won a point.

I smiled as the men overtly ogled me. It was a commentary on the difference between the sexes. Guys, we women ogle equally as avidly as you do, but we do it surreptitiously, and you don’t notice. I enjoyed them looking because I knew there was something sensually sexy about a beautiful woman with a hot body wearing a dress that revealed her underwear. To be honest, I revelled in their looks and glances.

After about an hour, Freddy announced that he needed to pee. There was a public urinal about a hundred metres away, so Freddy walked in that direction. As soon as Freddy was inside the urinal, the young men asked me to join their game. I smiled before deprecatingly saying that I sucked at sports.

Their numbers were uneven, with four on one side and three on the other. So, after they’d assured me I’d do just fine, I joined the side with only three. The young men ensured I had fun by purposefully setting the volleyball up for me to hit. Then one of the guys winked at another, and suddenly, the ball was always just out of reach. They’d gone from making it easy for me to making it difficult. Of course, every time I dove for a ball, my short dress rode up and exposed my panty-covered ass and snatch, as well as my toned tummy and belly button ring. Of course, every lunge for the ball made my large double-D breasts bounce delectably.

When Freddy returned, I glanced at him and saw that he was furious. I smiled because I’d done this as a training exercise for him. Noticing that he was angry, I flirted outrageously with the seven muscular young men. Only two wore board shorts. The rest wore skimpy speedos, and stiffened cocks were evident on both sides of the net. The men on my side of that net slowly closed in on me, and every time I moved to strike the ball, my ass, thighs, or breasts rubbed deliciously against their firm bodies and firmer penises.

I waited until Freddy was about to explode before smiling and telling the men I had to return to my boyfriend. They reluctantly let me leave, and I walked to Freddy and sat down. “You should have joined in,” I said innocently. “It was so much fun. I’ve never played volleyball on land before. It’s much easier than playing it in my pool.”

“I’m sure you and those men’s stiff cocks enjoyed every moment,” Freddy said through gritted teeth. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Are you upset with me, Freddy?” I asked archly.

“Not at all,” Freddy grated. “I adore taking a woman out and watching her flirt with other men.”

“Jealousy only proves your insecurity, Freddy,” I patiently explained as my eyes flashed anger. “Or do you think that I’m a promiscuous slut? Careful, Freddy. The rest of today rests on your answer.”

“You purposefully flirted with those men to make me jealous,” Freddy snarled.

“Yes, I did. So what?” I riposted. “Beware, Freddy, because you seem to think I’m your owned property or some kind of slut that will fuck any guy that shows me attention.”

“Why would you want to make me jealous, Katie?” Freddy asked angrily.

I looked around, perplexed because Freddy had gotten onto The Gateway instead of The Bruce Highway. Ignoring his question, I asked, “Where are we going, Freddy?”

“I’m taking you home, Katie. I do not appreciate you ignoring me and flirting with those other guys.”

“So, just like that, you give up and storm off sulking,” I sneered. “You’re right, however. You’re not man enough for my inexperienced daughter, let alone me.”

“What the fuck do you want from me, Katie?” Freddy yelled. “You want to fuck those guys? Fine. I’ll turn around and drop you back at the park, and you can fuck all seven of them at once.”

“Flirting is not fucking, Mister Freddy Singleton,” I snarled in return. “Do you know what Sean would do in that situation? Do you know what Johnny would do? They’d join the game on my side and show they were better than those men. They’d laugh at their puerile attempts to seduce me and demonstrate they were superior to them. Moreover, Mister Singleton, they’d find my flirting amusing because they knew I was going home with them. So, Freddy, take me home, rack off, and never darken my door again. Tell Johnny whatever you want so he doesn’t slap you silly for hurting me because I won’t contradict you.”

To my surprise, Freddy got off The Gateway at Kingston Smith Drive, drove through The Valley, and onto The Story Bridge. He took the Kangaroo Point exit and took us to The Jazz Club.

Parking his car, Freddy sighed and said, “You’re right, Katie. I was jealous and acting stupidly. Please, let’s enjoy some jazz and a few drinks, and then we’ll walk down to the hotel and have dinner. I’m unused to having a woman who is most men’s wet dream as my date. Please forgive me.”

“It will get worse,” I threatened as I got out of his car.

Secretly, I was amused. I was purposefully winding my young date up to teach him how to be the man for a sexually submissive woman. A sexually submissive woman will instinctively react subserviently to a calm, powerfully dominant personality. It’s ingrained in her very nature and the primary reason why I need a continuous firm hand on my ass to keep my course true.

Most of my recent sluttishness can be directly attributed to my husband’s regular absences. If his hand had been firmly on my rudder, I wouldn’t have diverted into sexual voraciousness because, after my first visit to Edgar Fontaine’s clinic, Sean would have recognised I’d changed and forced the reason from me. Heaven help Mister Fontaine if that had happened.

Unfortunately, Freddy had returned to diffidence, so he held my hand shyly and let me drag him into the club. We found a table close to the dance floor and sat. A waiter swung past and took our drink order. Johnny asked for a craft beer, and I ordered my typical glass of Sav Blanc. Because he was hungry, and it was more than three hours before our dinner reservation, Freddy stood to order a bowl of chips with an aioli dressing.

In his absence, a tall, grey-haired, portly, incredibly sexy older man asked me to dance. The man was right in my wheelhouse. Calm, positive, self-confident, and well-spoken. I accepted his proferred hand and let him lead me to the dance floor.

I may have mentioned it before, but Sean and I have learned most dance styles. Sean loved to dance even before I met him, and he delighted in teaching me the traditional female roles. In most dances, the woman did most of the work as the man created the stable framework around which she danced.

Jazz dancing had intrigued me for years, and I’d regularly brought up YouTube videos to learn how to do it. With my new friend, Martin, providing the stable centre, I moved around him. I began with a simple circular Jazz step. In time with the beat, I pushed my right foot to the side and then crossed my left in front of it. After circling Martin twice as he held my hand and turned with me, I shifted to a ‘fall change’ back-and-forth movement. I repeated that several times before adding the circular Jazz step. I’d step forward, fall and change, step back. Jazz step to the right, repeat the step forward, fall and change, and step back.

Next, I added a pivot step. Instead of facing away from Martin and stepping away and then stepping backwards, I stepped away, pivoted, and stepped towards him. After returning to the first two moves for a rotation, I did what’s called a ‘chaine turn’. Holding my arms at breast level, I rolled my shoulders in a circle, allowing my upper body and hips to follow. I added a ‘knee lift and point to the side’ to my third time around my dance partner.

After that, I’d gotten as far as I’d learned to do elegantly, so I repeated those movements until three songs had ended. Then, kissing Martin’s cheek, I said I needed to rejoin my boyfriend. Martin held my arm and walked me back to Freddy’s and my table. He kissed the back of my hand and said that he hoped I’d let him dance with me again another time, bowed over my hand, and left.

“Having fun?” Freddy asked through gritted teeth.

“Yes,” I airily replied. “Want to dance?”

“I can’t dance to this.” Freddy hissed.

“Why did you bring me here, then?” I innocently asked. “What’s the point of taking a woman to a dance club if you can’t dance?”

“You’re being a bitch!” Freddy snarled.

“Am I?” I queried. “Or are you just jealous because you can’t dance with me when others can?”

Another suave-looking older man asked me to dance, and ignoring Freddy, I accepted. This man introduced himself as David and led me through several dances. David wanted to hold me close as we danced the Charleston, and I was happy to oblige. His thick, throbbing member pressed against me as we gyrated around the floor, and I felt my arousal peaking. After another number, I reminded Dave that I was with my boyfriend, and he reluctantly guided me back to my table.

“This is bullshit,” Freddy protested. “You’re flirting with every man in here.”

“No,” I disagreed. “I’m only flirting with those who ask me to dance.”

“They were both old enough to be your father,” Freddy bitched.

“And you’re young enough to be my son,” I pointed out. “Your point is?”

“I didn’t bring you here to dance with other men, Katie,” Freddy continued to whinge. “I brought you here because I thought you’d like the music and atmosphere.”

“I love the music and atmosphere, Freddy. Dance with me?”

“I told you I can’t dance to this,” Freddy snarled.

“No problem,” I replied, accepting another man’s invitation to dance.

I quickly ascertained that this man couldn’t dance either. However, that was perfect because it would teach young Mister Freddy Singleton another lesson. Jeff was my current dance partner, and he couldn’t seem to find the beat at all, so I pressed my body firmly to his and made him sway in time to the music with me. After two songs, Jeff moved seamlessly with me. Jeff’s throbbingly erect cock pulsed against my entrance, adding to my arousal.

“Thanks, Jeff,” I said at the end of the second song. “But my boyfriend’s head is about to explode, so I’d better return to my table.”

“Thank you for making my day, Katie,” Jeff replied. “I hope to see you here again.” Jeff helped me back to where Freddy sat, then he kissed my cheek and walked away.”

“Jeff couldn’t dance,” I pointed out. “Want to dance, Freddy?”

Freddy was about to refuse angrily, but I interrupted him. “Freddy, I will dance with every man who asks me until you agree to dance with me.”

“I don’t know how, Katie,” Freddy admitted.

I ignored him. “Freddy, FFS, dance with me.”

“Fine,” Freddy growled. “Katie, would you like to dance?”

“Yes, Freddy,” I replied. “I thought you’d never ask, and I’d love to dance with you.”

I took his hand and walked to the dance floor. Freddy had no clue, so I moved his left arm until it was bent at ninety degrees, and our hands pointed to the sky. Next, I moved Freddy’s right hand onto my ass and pressed my pudenda against his groin. Then, I let the strident beat wash over me and, holding Freddy tightly to me, began moving in time with it.

“Simplest dance in the world, Freddy,” I murmured. “Step to the left, bring your feet together and stop. Step forward, bring your feet together and stop. Step to the right, bring your feet together and stop. Step back, bring your feet together and stop. Repeat.”

It took three songs, but Freddy finally stopped fighting my lead and moved with me. At the end of the third song, we returned to our seats, and the patrons watching us applauded and congratulated Freddy for learning to move with his partner.

Two songs later, Freddy asked me to dance again, and this time, I added a simple ‘walk away, pirouette, and return’ to our dance. Freddy learned to stay in the same position and sway his hips in time with my steps as I pirouetted and walked back. We received more applause, and several women asked if Freddy would dance with them. Most of those asking were women older than my mother and were happy to help Freddy learn. By the time we needed to walk to The Story Bridge Hotel and have dinner, Freddy had danced with at least fifteen women of various ages; some were as old as my mother, and some were his age. Freddy was positively glowing as we held hands and walked.

“What did I tell you, Freddy?” I asked as we ambled along the path together. “If the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Then the way to a woman’s heart is through…?”

“Her dancing feet,” Freddy completed. “Have you done educating me, Katie?” Freddy asked. “Can we enjoy dinner and go home and make love?”

“It gets worse,” I growled, despairing that he’d ever learn.

“Worse, how?” Freddy asked.

I shrugged, “You’ll see.”

We were a little early for our eight p.m. booking, so the waitress asked if we would wait at the bar until she called us. Freddy went to the urinals, and a tall, wide-shouldered forty-something-year-old man immediately hit on me. Of course, it was a repeat of everything else happening this day.

It wasn’t that the men didn’t notice Freddy because they did. However, they dismissed him as unimportant because he was so much younger than me. The men approaching me believed that I was either Freddy’s mother or older sister and, therefore, available. Of course, some were just assholes who thought so highly of themselves they’d approach Princess Catherine, The Crown Prince’s wife.

Today, it seemed that Freddy sulked every time a man came on to me, and I was disappointed in him because he didn’t seem to have learned anything from our time together. So, because The Story Bridge Hotel has a live band playing on Sundays and has a small wooden dance floor in front of the band, I accepted the wide-shouldered man’s invitation and accompanied him to the dance floor.

The band was playing The Beatles ‘Twist and Shout’. It was a song right in my wheelhouse, and I was quickly dancing around my partner, doing the twist and the stroll. My partner couldn’t dance to save his life, but that didn’t matter because I did enough for the both of us.

Seeing my dancing ability, the band followed Twist and Shout with Ray Charles’ version of ‘Shake a Tailfeather’ from The Blues Brothers movie. Mr Wide-shoulders stood stupefied as I danced around him, doing all the dances from the song. I grinned at Freddy, who had followed the crowd to the dance floor when he saw I wasn’t at the bar. Then, as the band played, I did the twist, fly, swim, bird, duck, monkey, watusi, food, mashed potato, boogaloo, bony marony, and then returned to doing the twist.

The band repeated the final verse because the crowd was clapping and cheering. They drew out every step this time, hoping I’d continue dancing. During the second rendition, a few other patrons, trying to imitate what I was doing, joined in with the steps. It was such a hoot that the band repeated the verse for a third time. By the end, probably twenty people were doing their best to follow me through the various dance steps. The notable exceptions were Mr Wide-shoulders and Freddy.

Finishing the last steps, I waved and blew kisses at the band. When I turned to go back to the bar, Mr Wide-shoulders tried to take my arm and guide me back to his table, and of course, Freddy intervened. I moved between the two men to prevent an argument. “I’m here with my boyfriend, Mister,” I said. “He doesn’t like to dance, and I do, so I let you have one dance. But that’s all it was, one dance.”

“This child can’t be your boyfriend,” Mr Wide-shoulders sneered. “You need a real man. Send the boy-toy home to play with his trains and stay with me.”

“A real man would know when to politely back away,” I sneered back, using the same tone he had.

Fortunately, Mr Wide-shoulders’ mates dragged him away before he caused too much trouble.

As we walked to the bar, the waitress from earlier got us and took us to our table. We sat opposite each other, and Freddy either refused to look at me or glared.

“Problem?” I asked.

Freddy snapped, “I leave you for two seconds, and you’re flirting with another man!”

“First of all,” I replied sweetly. “I was dancing, not flirting. Second, so what if I was flirting? Flirting is not fucking, Mister Singleton. In case you haven’t noticed, Mister Singleton, I’m a compulsive flirt. I like being noticed, and I like people lusting and drooling over me. But very few people get anywhere near my charms.”

“Very few, Katie?” Freddy sneeringly questioned. “I can name ten without even thinking.”

I slapped him as hard as I could. “Take me home,” I said icily. Then, I stood. “In fact, forget it. I’ll get an Uber.”

Freddy took my hand and looked at me shamefacedly. “I apologise, Katie. Please sit down. I’ll make this up to you somehow.”

I sat. The thing is, I knew how he felt. For all his life, Freddy had been told by his overbearing father that he wasn’t good enough, and when he was out with me and I flirted, those feelings of doubt and unworthiness flooded out. When he was with me, Freddy could hear his father telling him that he wasn’t good enough for a woman of my calibre, and I confirmed that by flirting with other men. However, my daughter is fast becoming at least as accomplished a flirt as I am, and if Freddy wanted to date her, he’d have to at least figure out how to accept that she flirted. It would be better if he learned to enjoy that she flirted and lost the thought he was unworthy of her. However, that task fell to me, and I wasn’t ready to give up on the young man yet.

Our conversation was quite stilted as we calmed down from our altercation. But after I’d politely declined several invitations to dance, Freddy relaxed, and we were able to enjoy our meals. By the time we’d finished, we’d forgiven each other and were talking like lovers again.

Holding hands, we walked up the hill to where Freddy had left the car. After he’d helped me to get in and gotten in himself, Freddy asked, “Where am I taking you, Katie?”

“Have you given up, Freddy?” I asked. “It’s too hard, and you don’t want to be my man anymore?”

“You’ve categorically stated that I’m not your man, Katie, so why would I think I was?”

Mimicking President ‘W’, I joked. “You have misunderestimated me, Freddy. I said that you’ll never be my man other than when we’re out on dates like this or interacting as lovers. In fact, I have repeatedly told you to act like my man when we’re together. So, Mr Singleton, where are you taking me?”

“Home,” Freddy stated.

My heart fell because I thought I’d lost him, but I hopefully enquired, “Yours or mine?”

“Mine, of course,” Freddy said positively.

I smiled and said I was glad, and we chatted about this and that as he drove.

When we arrived, Freddy was keen to make love immediately, but I needed to address his earlier behaviour. Of course, if he were one of my girls, it would be done by explaining why their behaviour was unacceptable and administering corrections. However, I wasn’t training Freddy to be submissive. Freddy needed to learn that if he found my behaviour unacceptable, he needed to calmly and firmly address it and not throw tantrums like a sulky twelve-year-old girl.

Freddy turned me into his arms and kissed me passionately, and the sweet little tingle between my thighs immediately flared, causing my knees and will to weaken. I managed to force him back, though. Then, I made myself say, “Freddy, we need to talk about today.”

Freddy kissed me again as his hands wandered over my back and curvy bottom. I managed to pull away and say sternly, “Freddy! We have to talk about today.”

“After we’ve made love, Katie,” Freddy replied wantingly.

“There might not be an ‘after’ unless we talk now,” I growled, holding Freddy away.

Freddy sighed and said, “Must we? I’ve apologised already.”

“And yet, even though you admit your behaviour and apologise, you continue to do what you’ve apologised for.”

“What do you want from me, Katie?” Freddy wearily asked. “Please, no more lectures.”

With my eyes flashing fire, I growled, “Lose the attitude, buster, or I’m going home.”

“Katie, please. What do you want to discuss?”

“How have I told you to act when we’re together like this?”

“You’ve told me to act as your owner. Be powerful and dominant and demonstrate that you’re safe with me.”

“And does throwing hiss fits every time a man shows me attention do that?”

“No,” Freddy freely admitted.

“It makes me have to step up and be the dominant one, Freddy,” I explained. “Me, a woman who has joyfully served her man for twenty years, has to become dominant because you’re sulking like a child. Do you have any idea how much I hate doing that?” Hoping he’d get the hint, I said, “Did you find my behaviour today acceptable?”

“No, I didn’t,” Freddy said. “You continually ignored me and danced and flirted with everyone but me.”

“And did you calmly and authoritatively tell me that? Did you say that you would take me home and correct my behaviour if I didn’t stop? Or did you pout and whine like a bitch?”

“I pouted and whined like a bitch,” Freddy admitted.

Throwing everything into the pot and betting on drawing an inside straight, I said, “Now’s your chance, Freddy. Make me strip and assume submission position one. Tell me what you didn’t find acceptable and why, then correct me.”

“The welts you occasionally have, especially the ones early this week. They’re correction marks?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t have a cane.”

“You have a belt and hands,” I pointed out.

Freddy trembled, tears leaked from his eyes, and he agonisingly whispered, “You’re not good enough, and you’re not worthy of a woman like her.”

“I think you are,” I said quietly but firmly. “I chose you to be my lover and man and to help you be who you need to be to attract my daughter. Did I choose unwisely? I think you’re worthy to act on my son’s and husband’s behalf, Freddy. Will you let me down?”

Freddy swallowed twice, and before my eyes, he grew into the man I knew he could be. Freddy straightened up and stood proudly with his head held high and shoulders up and back. He said, “Strip, my darling little slut Katie. Then, kneel, take my belt off, present it to me, and assume submission position one.”

I quickly did the tasks that Freddy had assigned me and was soon kneeling naked with my head up, eyes down, shoulders back, and hands palm up on my thighs.

“That’s submission position one?” Freddy said amazedly. “Wow, sexy! Assume submission position two, please.” I raised myself off my heels, moved my hands behind my head, and pushed my elbows as wide as possible. “Lawd!” He exclaimed. “Submission position three, please.”

This position is also presentation position one. I turned to face away from Freddy and moved onto my hands and knees with my left arm crossed before me. Then, resting my forehead on my crossed forearm, I spread my knees, reached between my thighs with my right hand, arched my sexy bottom into the air, spread my pussy lips, and exposed my entrance, slit and clit.

“Fark!” Freddy breathed lustfully. “Every position gets sexier.”

Of course, the submissive shouldn’t say a word as she’s being directed, but Freddy is only new and needs direction so he can learn. I suggested, “Perhaps you’d like to inspect your girl, Sir.”

Confused, Freddy asked, “What am I searching for?”

“Hair,” I explained. “Depending on your thoughts about pubic hair, a good girl should be hairless from the neck down. If she is not, she needs correcting.”

“If I instructed you to grow a ‘landing strip’ of hair above your clitoris, would that conflict with what Sean and/or Johnny have told you?”

“It would not,” I replied.

“You will begin growing one.”

“Yes, Sir,” I answered.

Freddy knelt behind my voluptuously displayed ass and ran his fingers over my body. He spent an inordinate time ‘inspecting’ my nipples, clit, slit, entrance, and tiny dark star, but that is his right.

After enjoying inspecting my body over and over again, Freddy stood. “I’m sorry, Katie, but this is all new to me. What should I do next?”

Although I was ‘topping from the bottom’, I had no choice but to guide Freddy on his journey. “You have yet to correct my behaviour,” I explained. “You should do that now.”

“Is there a correction position?”

“There are several,” I supplied.

“Take correction position one, please, Miss Katie.”

Keeping my eyes lowered, I stood, placed my feet about shoulder-width apart, put my hands behind my head and spread my elbows. Having my hands high and elbows wide raised my large breasts and delightfully presented them to Freddy’s eyes.

“Wow!” He muttered, touching his tongue to his suddenly dry lips. Freddy picked his belt up from where he dropped it and held it hesitatingly. “I don’t know how to proceed,” he mumbled.

“Calmly and firmly tell me what I’ve done wrong, explain what behaviour you expect from me, and assign a punishment suitable for my error.”

“Katie, for most of today, even though we were on a date together, you ignored me and danced and flirted with everyone except me. You are mine when we are out together, and I will not tolerate you flirting with others. I believe that correction is due for your indiscretions. What say you?”

I replied, “I agree that I flirted and danced with others, Sir, but you did not tell me I was not allowed to. You know I am an incorrigible flirt, Sir. And if you did not like it, you should have warned me that it was unacceptable.”

“I understand your explanation, my girl,” Freddy responded. “But you acted inappropriately simply to teach me a lesson. That is not acceptable. You will avoid flirting with others on future dates and concentrate on serving me.”

“I understand, Sir, and will obey, but I think you are making an error.”

“Explain,” Freddy demanded.

“Your insecurity and lack of self-esteem is not my problem. Have I, even once, gone beyond teasing and flirting? Have I ever gone home with another when I’m on a date with my man?”

“You think I should accept your flirtatious behaviour even though I find it distasteful?”

“No,” I explained. “I think you need to work on your self-image until you’re able to believe you’re worthy to date someone of my or my daughter’s calibre.”

“And how do you suppose I do that?”

“Continue dating me, and I will show you,” I replied.

“Expound on that,” Freddy requested.

“Five women are regularly sleeping at my place,” I stated.

“And?”

“Currently, there is one male.”

Perplexed, Freddy repeated, “And?”

“Five women, one male, Freddy,” I sighed, amazed by how dense he was being. “Do you think any of us girls are sexually satisfied?”

“What are you suggesting, Katie?” Freddy asked.

“That you practice being dominant with the other women living under my roof.”

“Johnny won’t mind?”

“Five sexually frustrated women and one man?” I pointed out. “I think that Johnny will pay you to help him out.”

At the very least, I could tell that Freddy’s cock liked the idea because his cargo shorts were tented severely. “I’ll be there for dinner tomorrow night,” Freddy stated.

Things drifted because Freddy gave me no more instructions. Eventually, it stretched for too long. “You haven’t assigned my correction yet, Sir,” I said helpfully.

“Looking back at what has happened today and after your explanation, I am no longer sure you need correcting, Katie,” Freddy stated.

“You can still correct me because I continued to flirt even though I knew it bothered you,” I almost plaintively said.

Freddy took my hint. “Katie,” he said. “I find it unacceptable that you continued with your flirtatious behaviour, even though you know it bothered me. Correction is due to ensure you don’t do it again. Three, I think.” I met his eyes and then lifted my chin. “Make that five,” Freddy said. I lifted my chin again. “Ten, it is.”

“To where will you administer them, Sir?” I asked.

“On your buttocks,” Freddy stated.

Disappointed, I hinted, “And where else?”

Freddy thought back about what he’d seen, “Five on your breasts and five more on your backside.”

“May I suggest that you start on my behind, Sir?”

I’d used reverse psychology there, and Freddy fell neatly into my trap. “No,” he stated. “On your breasts first.”

Freddy doubled his belt over and showed it to me. Posing, he snapped it twice before saying, “How do I know if I’ve hit you too hard?”

“I’ll yell ‘red’ if you’ve gone too far,” I explained. “However, I doubt you’ll even come close to my pain thresholds.”

Freddy struck me across my firm globes, but the strike was so light that I lifted my eyes, looked at him disdainfully and refused to admit he’d even hit me. He hit me in the same place. That strike was also way too light, so I raised my eyes to look at him and lifted my eyebrow. “Is that it?” I asked scornfully.

Forgetting he was supposed to be hitting my breasts, Freddy let go of his belt’s end and lashed my curvaceous ass. “One, thank you, Sir.” I intoned as I looked over my shoulder, hoping to see a blood-infused welt–I did, and my arousal flared.

“Why is that only one, Katie?” Freddy queried. “I’ve hit you three times.”

“The first two were too light to count,” I answered dismissively.

Freddy slashed the belt across my nipples. He hit me so hard that I had to bite my bottom lip to prevent from crying out. “Two, thank you, Sir.” I didn’t want to say anything, but if Freddy had checked, he’d have found that my arousal was pouring down my inner thighs. Freddy had discovered that sweet spot between dominance and brutality. One was an orgasmic high–the other, nothing but abuse.

Freddy struck my globes three more times in quick succession. “Three, four, and five, thank you, Sir” I intoned.

“Should I switch to your backside now, Katie?” Freddy asked.

“That’s up to you, Sir,” I answered. “You can forgive my remaining corrections by making me orally serve you.”

However, Freddy was having too much fun correcting me. I guess he realised that I’d orally service him sometime soon anyway, so instead, he asked if there was a distinct pose for receiving corrections on your posterior. I showed him several different ones. All of them displayed my firm, sexily curved ass delectably, and he chose the one he appreciated the most. It had me standing with my legs parted and slightly bent and my hands gripping my thighs just above my knees so my arms supported my upper body. I arched my back to prominently present my bottom.

Freddy admired my ass as he stroked it. Then he let his fingers run into my crack and onto my tiny star. Next, Freddy tickled along my perineum before dipping his forefinger into my damp entrance. “I’m not sure the one being corrected should enjoy her correction,” Freddy teased as he brought his wet finger to his mouth and tasted my essence.

“And I’m not sure the corrector should finger the pussy of the one being corrected,” I joked.

“You’re probably correct,” Freddy replied with mock sternness. “Katie, I’ve never used a belt on anyone before, and I’m afraid of hurting you. How do I know how hard to hit you?”

“You decide how hard a strike you think I can take, and then you hit me twice as hard as that,” I told him.

“You can’t be serious,” Freddy gasped.

“Freddy, I’ve been being corrected since I was a child. Trust me, it takes a lot of force and pain before I’ll complain.”

Freddy stood back and lashed the belt across my bottom. It certainly stung and left a short-term welt that would last for less than an hour, but it wasn’t even close to my pain threshold, so I remained silent.

“Did you forget to count and thank me, Katie?” Freddy asked.

“No,” I curtly replied. “When I feel something that I need to count and thank you for, trust me, I will.”

I’d succeeded in irritating young Mister Singleton, and he reared back and lashed my firm buttocks with his belt. The belt’s tip curled around my hip in a whip-like action, spiking into the skin just above my left hip bone. That strike would leave a gorgeous arrowhead-shaped bruise that would fade to a circular black and yellow one.

“One, thank you, Sir,” I almost purred.

Freddy gaped at me disbelievingly when he heard my almost orgasmic response. After waiting to see if I’d shift or wince to indicate pain, he shrugged and whipped his belt across my shapely rear again. The belt didn’t snake around my hip this time, but it still left a gorgeous welt that would turn black and take a week to fade.

“Two, thank you, Sir,” I intoned quietly.

“You’re short a correction on your breasts, Katie,” Freddy said firmly. “Turn and present them to me.”

I straightened from my bent-over position, turned and pulled my shoulders back, placed my hands behind my head, and pushed my elbows as far back as possible.

“You’re saying that you can take a strike across your breasts that is as powerful as the two you have just taken on your ass?”

“There’s only one way to find out,” I challenged.

“A strike on your nipples will be the most painful, Katie. Are you sure you can handle it?”

“There’s only one way to find out,” I repeated.

“Cup your breasts and hold them up,” Freddy instructed.

I’m unsure if Freddy knew, but doing that lessened the pain for me. When my large, firm breasts hang freely, the skin across them is taut. As such, there’s little give in them to absorb something striking them. Cupping them lifted them higher, reducing the tightness of the skin covering them and making them softer and more pliant. However, the important thing was that Freddy felt confident enough in himself and his role to instruct me to do something that would please him, so I did as I was told.

As soon as I had cupped and lifted my breasts, Freddy flashed his belt over them. His strike didn’t feel as firm as the ones on my posterior, but it was heavy enough to immediately raise a dark purple welt across both globes. It was the first mark he’d left on my breasts that would fade to a long-lasting bruise, and I couldn’t be happier.

Correcting me had both Freddy and me as hot as heck. My arousal poured down my inner thighs, and Freddy’s cock was drooling so much precum that his trouser front had soaked through. Eager to receive more instruction, I waited to see what he’d do next. If he wanted to complete my corrections, I’d happily accept that. However, I hoped that he’d act on our joint arousal and get to the making love part of our date.

Freddy, trying to reign in his excitement but almost quivering with desire, said, “Undress me, Katie.”

I took hold of the bottom of Freddy’s polo shirt and pulled it over his head. Then, I knelt and undid his pants and pulled them down. Freddy’s sturdy 6-inch cock strained against his boxer briefs, and I took it in my wanting mouth. I moaned when I tasted his salty precum and felt his cock throb through his Jockeys.

“Fuuuuccck!” Freddy groaned as he ripped his briefs down and grabbed his throbbing member. Gripping tightly, Freddy jerked himself three times before unloading onto my face. His urgent need was made clear by the amount of cum he anointed my face with. My entire face, from my hairline and above to my neck, got covered with Freddy’s thick goo.

Freddy held his partially deflated cock in his hand and used it to spread his cum over my face and lips and into my eyes. “Open,” he commanded, and I parted my lips to allow his cock into my eager mouth. Letting him pump into my mouth as I lashed his shaft and glans with my talented tongue, soon had Freddy rigidly erect again. He moaned, “Sooo goooood!” and pulled out. Gripping his tool again, Freddy blasted cum over my neck, collarbones, and breasts. The amount of ball juice he still had for me was incredible, and it quickly ran down between my globes and off my nipples.

Staggering across and collapsing onto his sofa, Freddy gripped his still hard cock and idly stroked it. Then, he instructed, “Slut Katie, use your fingers to wipe my cum from your face and tits and feed it into your mouth.”

Well, readers, now we were talking! Doing it as eagerly and sexily as I could, I gathered every drop of nut milk I could feel from my face, neck and breasts and erotically fed it into my pouty-lipped mouth. Every time I swallowed, I closed my eyes and smiled as if his juice was the sweetest nectar I’d ever tasted, and by the time I’d finished, Freddy was rock-hard and ready to go again.

He stood and tried to lift me onto my feet, but I resisted. “Stand, Katie, please,” he instructed.

“You must complete my correction before taking me to bed and making love,” I advised him.

“That makes sense,” Freddy admitted. “But I do not know how, or do you mean I have to administer the last two strikes you’re owed?”

“You could do that, too, Sir,” I explained. “But you need to advise me that correction was warranted and given, and now it is forgiven and forgotten, and that it will only be re-raised if I repeat the behaviour.”

“Oh,” he replied. “That, too, makes sense.” He thought about what had transpired that day and said, “Kaitlyn Ashley Muggleton, although I now realise that my behaviour caused some of yours, I still do not find it acceptable that you purposefully wound me up just to teach me a lesson. However, corrections were due and have been given. You are now forgiven for your actions, and the issues dealt with here will not be raised again unless I see a repeat of that behaviour.”

“Thank you for correcting me, Sir,” I said contritely. “This girl is sorry that her behaviour made you do so.” Then I grinningly teased, “And if Sir refrains from acting like a petulant school girl, his girl will not act the same way again.”

“I can still put you over my knee and spank you!” Freddy threatened.

Batting my eyes coquettishly, I breathily said, “Oh, Sir, please. Would you? Please?”

Laughing, Freddy took me to bed and made love to me. It was nothing short of divine! Freddy made love to me powerfully and dominantly. Using his fingers, mouth and hands, Freddy gave me so many orgasms that, in the end, I had to plead that he stopped because my clit had become overly sensitive. In return, I let Freddy take me in my sweet little pussy, my eagerly sucking and swirling mouth, and my tight ass. I believe Freddy was thankful when I begged him to stop because he hadn’t pushed his cock into me for at least an hour beforehand.

When he woke me the following morning, we made love again, and then I made him breakfast. I didn’t dress until after I’d washed the dishes. Freddy regretfully watched me putting my clothes on and said, “It’s such a shame that I have to go to work, my darling Katie. I’d rather spend the day in bed with you.”

“How do you get that wish, Mr Rick?” I impishly asked.

“Hmm, let me think,” Freddy mused. “I have a wedding shoot to do on Saturday and a twenty-first to photograph on Sunday, so those days are out.”

“Maybe you could take next Monday off,” I offered.

“That would work,” Freddy mused. “My booked photoshoot on Sunday is a twenty-first birthday lunch, so I’ll be done by three O’clock. I’ll come straight to yours, and we’ll have an early dinner somewhere. Then we’ll go to mine and spend until Monday evening in bed, getting out only to use the facilities and eat.”

“Sounds like you have a plan, Mister Singleton,” I said as I followed Freddy to his car and got in. “Do I write it in my diary now?”

“I’ll check that Johnny doesn’t have any other plans for you, and it’s past time I spoke with your husband, but I don’t think either will object to me taking you out.” Freddy mused as he drove me home. “However, I will confirm what we’re doing by Wednesday.”

Freddy got to my place with enough time for me to do another ‘slut walk of shame’ into the house. This time, it was even worse because Freddy’s semen leaking from me had soaked through my white underwear and had even dampened the back of my short dress. To further add to my ‘disgraced’ look, I hadn’t washed my face or repaired my makeup, and I carried my sneakers as if I hadn’t had time to put them on as my ‘now reluctant lover’ hurried me out the door.

Freddy kissed me lovingly at my front door, opened it and patted my bum familiarly as I walked through it. “I’ll see you tonight, Katie,” he said before closing the door.

As I expected, Johnny, Gina, Patty and my girls sat at the breakfast bar waiting for me to come home. The comments came thick and fast, but I thought the funniest by far was Patty’s “If you were Charmaine or Jennifer returning home, I’d call you ‘young, dumb, and full of cum’. But since you’re not young, or dumb, I’ll just point out that you’re so full of cum it’s leaking out of you from both ends and leave it at that.” Of course, I instinctively wiped my lips even though I knew I hadn’t sucked Freddy off this morning, which made everyone laugh even harder.

Jennifer asked if I’d eaten, and when I said that I had, she cleaned up and put everything away. Seconds later, everyone was out the door, leaving just Patty and me.

“Want to share a shower?” Patty asked hopefully.

“You just want to play with my pussy again,” I teased.

“Well, yes,” Patty admitted unashamedly. “But that’s because it’s such a sweet pussy that I can’t get enough of it.” Then she blushed. “I’ve had more sex since moving in with you than I have in the last twenty years living with Billie.”

“You weren’t sexually active when you and Billy shared a home?”

“I haven’t had a steady girlfriend since uni, Katie. Even then, I was careful about where and when I’d be seen with her. Billy was so tied up with ensuring that his inheritance was safe that he discouraged me from seeking lovers. If it weren’t for Maggie and Allie, I’d have gone completely stir crazy.”

“So, my love,” I said as my anger towards Billy rose. “You were in a controlling, manipulative, loveless marriage with a man even though you were both gay? I can see what Mister Billy Bennett got from that, but what, my love, did you get? No physical affection, that’s for sure. What about emotional support, intimacy, and closeness?”

Patty defended Billy, “Billy and I were close, Katie,” she explained. “We didn’t make love or have sex, but we cuddled and hugged each other and supported the other when they were down. Other than the lack of sex, our marriage was pretty idyllic.”

“I wonder what has suddenly changed to make Billy stop caring about his inheritance.”

“Mason told me that he had given Billy an ultimatum. Commit to him, or he was out of there. Billy decided to commit.”

“Yeah, I guess I understand,” I told her. “I’m just angry that he hurt you. I am somewhat surprised, though, because you guys hid it so well that I don’t think any of the guys know you’re both gay.”

“Oh, I think your husband and Chris at least suspected Billy was. But, like you, they just didn’t care. He was my husband, and that was enough for all of you to accept him.”

We were in the shower, softly cleaning each other by now. I smiled, contrasting how it currently felt being pressed intimately close to Patty versus what it felt like doing the same with Freddy. Patty is lean and angular, and you could even argue that she is quite masculine in her appearance. Well, you could, all the way up to when you exposed her sexily upturned nipples and tiny, heavily hooded clit. But she’s incredibly soft and smooth to cuddle against. In contrast, Freddy is a man’s man–hairy, muscular, and tough.

Thinking of her petite clit hidden beneath the largest hood I’d ever seen ignited my libido, and I sunk to my knees. Then, grabbing her tight, round ass, I pulled her sweet pussy onto my mouth. I sucked her hood and clit into my mouth and lightly bit it. When Patty moaned, I placed my hand so I could pull her clitoral hood off her love button and laved it with my tongue. Patty groaned as she ground her pussy against my lips. Then, suddenly, she shuddered and climaxed, her pussy swamping my questing mouth with her tangy pussy juices.

We got out of the shower, dried off and got into bed. We made love several times before I finally dressed and opened my office.

Sean had sent through a list of trade exchanges he wanted me to make, so I made those and then checked my other mail. There was only one message, but it asked for something I couldn’t do. I replied that I had forwarded their request to Sean and then did precisely that, along with a note saying I didn’t know how to handle it.

The phone rang twice as I sat, working on my project. They were both general enquiries seeking information about our services. The first caller apologised for misunderstanding what we did and hung up immediately, but the second wanted to make an appointment to discuss investing through us. He said Eugenie Matson had recommended our business and that he should talk to me. I demurred, saying he’d be better to wait until Sean returned home, but he insisted on making an appointment with me. I made it for Wednesday morning and hoped Mrs Matson wasn’t ‘pimping me out’.

Patty brought lunch to the office at midday, and we sat and chatted, drank coffee, and ate. Patty and I had always been good friends, and her temporarily moving in with me only brought us closer. I’d be saddened when she returned to work because I was really enjoying having a close female friend with whom I could share my day. Kath and I shared a similar friendship at high school and when she was at uni, but since her career took off, our times together have been limited. I understand why that has happened, and I don’t resent her success; it’s just that I miss our daily chats and get-togethers.

Patty stayed with me until I closed the office at two. Then she quickly changed, and we went to get a drink at our local club. The club had a pool table, so we played a few frames while enjoying our drinks. A couple of the older guys there made half-hearted attempts to pick us up, but they took a smiled ‘no’ graciously and left us alone.

We returned home after a second glass, and I began dinner. I told Johnny, Gina and my girls that Freddy was coming for dinner. Charmaine and Jennifer rolled their eyes and pretended to yawn as if bored. I hid my grin because I hoped the changes I’d engineered in Freddy over the last few weeks would be apparent and would impress them. Johnny winked at me over Gina’s head as she joined the ‘bored yawn’.

I’d put some seasoned, homemade potato wedges in the oven and was preparing the chicken wings to go in next. My baked wings are made from a simple recipe of flour mixed with a dry rub of paprika, garlic powder, salt and pepper. I placed the wings on baking paper and separated them with small dobs of butter. The butter melting would help keep the chicken meat tender and help the skin to crispen.

Patty helped by making a fresh garden salad. I joked, “Check us out! We look like a couple of old dykes living in domestic bliss.”

“Call yourself old, bitch,” Patty said with mock severity. “They say you’re only as old as the woman you’re feeling, and I’m feeling a teenager.”

“Not this morning, you weren’t,” I teased.

“That was you feeling me,” Patty airily responded. “It doesn’t count.”

“Then, I wonder whose tongue was stuffed so far up my cu… pussy I thought it would come out my mouth?”

“Say ‘cunt’, Katie,” Patty demanded before laughing.

Jennifer and Charmaine had entered the kitchen as Patty made her demand, and they joined in. Then they, too, stopped before saying ‘that word’ because they knew I’d take them upstairs to correct their language.

“Can’t any of you say ‘cunt’?” Patty teased. “Has big, mean old Mrs Kaitlyn Muggleton told you that you’re not allowed to?”

Trying to be haughty and failing abysmally, Jennifer said, “We can say it if we’re prepared to pay the price. It’s just that we’re not prepared to pay the price.”

“Good old-fashioned physical discipline,” Patty continued teasing. “I’ve been quite a fan of that for most of my life.”

“You have been?” Charmaine doubtfully asked.

“Oh, yes,” Patty assured her before grinning wickedly. “I love physical discipline because being spanked makes my pussy so wet!”

“Hold her down, girls,” I laughingly demanded. “Let’s test her statement!”

“You wouldn’t dare!” Patty gasped, beginning to back away.

“We would,” Gina stated, coming up behind Patty and enveloping Patty’s slender body in her arms.

We quickly had Patty bent over the breakfast bar and her shorts around her ankles. We left her the modesty provided by her boy-cut panties and took turns spanking her perfectly rounded bottom. It was hilarious because Patty protested but didn’t once try to struggle out of our grip. In the end, her arousal became apparent when she soaked through her dark pink panties. When we let her up, she grabbed Charmaine’s hand and ran upstairs with her.

“That was interesting,” Gina said. “Did you know Patty liked being spanked, Momma?”

“Goodness, babe,” I replied. “Until ten days ago, I didn’t even know Patty was a lesbian, so what the heck would I know?”

Johnny came inside and walked over to us. He hugged and kissed Gina before doing the same with me and Jennifer. “What time is Freddy getting here?” He asked.

“In time for dinner,” I shrugged.

“Come with me,” Johnny demanded, taking my hand and guiding me upstairs. I followed him to my bedroom, my usual submissive half-step behind. Johnny took me in his strong arms when we got there. “James phoned Dad again today,” he informed me. “He asked if you could come to his place for dinner on Friday night and stay the night. Dad says he’s okay with it but emphasises that it is yours and my decision.”

“It sounds like your father no longer cares if I screw around on him,” I said fearfully and a little tearfully. “I think I preferred it when I had to sneak around behind his back. At least then, I knew he loved me.”

“I think Dad carries several guilts, Mom,” Johnny explained. “The first is that even though he knew you desperately wanted to go with him, he took Kristy instead, and to make it worse, he’s fucking her. The second is all the slutting around he did on you when he travelled before. The third is that travelling with Kristy and making love with her most nights is too much like what he did with what’s her face, his secretary.”

“Amanda,” I filled in.

“Yeah, her,” Freddy grinned. “Such a sallow-faced bitch that it’s easy to forget her vapid mush.”

“So, you think that he does care? Would it be better if I stopped and became like I was before Mr Edgar damned Fontaine?”

“Can you, my little Mommie slut?” Johnny asked as he fingered my suddenly sweltering pussy. “Can you stop being my darling little cock sucking Mommie slut who loves taking my stiff cock in all her slut holes?”

“No, probably not,” I admitted as I bent over and offered Johnny my pussy. I was hotter than Patty appeared to be earlier. Johnny took me rough and hard, and after I climaxed, I quickly spun and accepted his gift down my throat. “I’d better get back and check dinner,” I regretfully said as I tucked my son’s cock away.

“Gina will take care of it,” Johnny said absently. “Strip and show me the gifts Freddy bestowed on you.”

I removed my clinging top and short skirt and proudly stood in correction position one so Johnny could inspect me. He admired the welts across my breasts and bottom, and when he saw the vicious arrowhead mark above my hip socket, he exclaimed proudly. “That must have stung!”

“It did,” I admitted. “But I was so horny by then that I hardly noticed it.”

“Is what you’re doing working, Mom?” Johnny asked concernedly. “Will he ever escape from the pall his parents cast over him?”

“He should be here by now,” I replied. “Let’s go have dinner, and you can see if there have been any changes.”

I took my emerald green skater dress out and put it on. Then, I took Johnny’s hand and followed him back to my kitchen. Gina had taken over cooking as Johnny had predicted and was taking dinner out of the oven as we arrived.

Freddy held a beer and happily and confidently told amusing stories about some of his photoshoots while the others drank wine and listened. Patty and Charmaine had returned and sat with Freddy and the others. Patty glanced my way and blushed guiltily. Charmaine held Patty’s hand and giggled at her discomfort.

I moved into the group as Johnny kissed Gina before getting a beer from the fridge. Then, waiting until Patty’s attention was elsewhere, I pinched her recently spanked bum.

“Bitch!” Patty exclaimed as she winced and jumped away from me.

“Pussy!” I riposted and flicked my skirt up to expose my welted bottom.

“Oh, wow, Momma!” Gina and Jennifer exclaimed enviously. “Who gave you those?” Jennifer awedly asked.

“The same person who gave me these,” I giggled as I leaned over to show the girls the welts across my breasts.

Four pairs of eyes turned to Johnny, but he held his hands up and said, “Don’t look at me. Mom’s been nothing but a good girl for me.”

The eyes turned to Freddy. “You?” Jennifer disbelievingly asked.

“Katie and I discussed her behaviour during our date, and we agreed that she had been discourteous to me. Corrections were warranted and delivered, and the results of those corrections are clear for you to see.”

“Momma misbehaved, and you, you Freddy, corrected her?” Jennifer asked disbelievingly so Freddy could clarify.

“Yes, he did,” I giggled. “And quite deliciously, too, I must add.”

“You let Freddy discipline you, Momma?” Jennifer asked, still disbelieving what Freddy and I had said.

“I told Mister Rick Singleton that if he wants to take me on dates, he has to act as my man, and if he does not, I’m not interested,” I explained. “Yesterday, although we disagreed on the reasons why, I did act quite brattily, and Rick needed to address my behaviour.”

“Rick Singleton?” Charmaine asked.

“Freddy is a child’s name,” I explained. “Freddy has started to move beyond that, and he deserves a name more suitable to his new stature.”

“Frederick, so, Rick instead of Fred or Freddy. Yeah, that works,” Patty mused. “The little interaction I’ve had with the new Freddy indicates he’s close to deserving that name.”

“Thank you, Doctor Bennett,” Freddy said as he took Patty’s hand and bowed over it.

“Smooth,” Gina admitted. Then she spoke to everyone, “Come on ladies, Johnny and new gentleman, Mister Rick, let’s get dinner before it goes cold.”

Dinner was eaten at my dining room table because it was a bit thundery outside with rain threatening and lightning strikes. Everyone enjoyed their meals as they teased and joked with the others at the table. However, Johnny, Patty, and I exchanged knowing looks as Gina, Jennifer, and Charmaine eyed Freddy speculatively. It was plain that the three younger women found Freddy’s newfound calmness and confidence sexually attractive.

Later, when Johnny excused himself to use the downstairs bathroom, I picked up my wine glass and followed him as if I were getting another drink. When he exited the bathroom, I explained that I was uncomfortable with taking a man other than him and his father to my marital bed and asked for advice.

Johnny thought as he watched the others around the table. “I wonder,” he mused. “I know Charmaine enjoys cock occasionally, but is Doctor Bennett exclusively gay, or does she swing the other way occasionally, too?”

I thought through everything that Patty had confided to me and then remembered her saying, ‘Dick can be fun. It’s the useless piece of man meat the dick’s attached to that’s the problem’. “I think she does enjoy having a cock up her sometimes,” I said. “She’s not attracted to men, though.”

“Then, follow Charmaine and Patty to Patty’s bed, bring Freddy and Jennifer with you, and let whatever happens, happen.”

Disappointed, I asked, “You’re not coming to bed with me?”

“No, Mom,” Johnny replied. “I know we’re putting a lot on you, but Gina and I have had so little time alone together that we’re really enjoying having some. I’ll spend all day Thursday with you, if you want?”

That sounded good to me, so we rejoined the frivolities around the table. Somewhere around midnight, Johnny announced that he and Gina were going to bed and left. The others looked at me speculatively, so I shrugged and said, “Patty, Charmaine, do you want some company in your bed?”

“Yes!” Charmaine immediately agreed despite Patty looking less comfortable with the idea.

“I’m keen,” Jennifer stated.

“Of course, you are, you little slut,” Charmaine joked before turning to Freddy. “What about you, Mr Rick? Ever been alone in bed with four women before?”

“No,” Freddy replied eagerly, earning frowns from the others. I could see my girls were reconsidering their invitation to Freddy. Momentarily, they’d seen him as ‘Rick’, but his almost childish eagerness swiftly re-established him as Freddy, their favourite ‘brother from another mother’.

To reset their thinking, I demanded, “Show these women you are my man, Mister Rick.”

“Of course, my darling Katie,” Freddy said urbanely. “Little Miss Katie, strip and kneel before me.” He was so powerfully dominant and urbanely controlled that I was instantly naked and on my knees before him. He looked calmly at Patty and suggested, “Doctor Bennett, why don’t you taste my little slut’s cunt as she sucks my cock?”

Patty didn’t answer, but she slid off her chair, lay on her back and moved between my thighs. Before I could extricate Freddy’s cock from his trousers, Patty’s lips latched around my entrance, and her tongue delved into me.

“Charmaine,” Freddy smoothly continued. “I know you and Doctor Bennett are lovers, but Patty looks otherwise occupied. However, Jennifer’s pussy is clearly gushing. Why don’t you help her with that?”

Charmaine began doing as Freddy had instructed before she even realised she was. Then, shrugging, she pulled Jennifer’s panties off and pushed her voluptuous thighs apart. Charmaine’s tongue joined Patty’s in being shoved into a willing woman’s pussy.

Now that he had established his dominance, Freddy suggested, “Let’s take this to bed. Patty, will you please show us the way?”

“Can I have him first?” Jennifer pleadingly whispered as we walked up the stairs. “I swear I will explode into flames if he doesn’t douse the fire in my pussy. I have no idea what you’re doing to him, Momma, but please, keep doing it, and I might have to fight Kristy for him.”

“Sure,” I giggled, amused by the desire evident in Jennifer’s voice. “I’ll jump Patty when we go through the door. That will attract Charmaine and leave you with Mister Rick Singleton.”

I have to say that Mister Rick Singleton dished up an erotic masterpiece that night. He started with Jennifer as planned, and he ploughed her firmly and masterfully. Not cumming even once, Freddy fucked Jennifer in positions too numerous to count until she gurgled happily, and passed out. I was kneeling between Charmaine’s slender thighs, licking her sweet young pussy, when Freddy moved up behind me. But before he could shove his thick, sturdy cock into my dripping nether regions, Patty, surprising all of us, including possibly herself, pushed him on his back, swung her leg over Freddy’s groin facing his feet, and slid onto his throbbing pole.

“Don’t fucking talk to me, and don’t fucking touch me,” Patty growled in her typically pithy manner. “When you hear and feel me orgasm on your fuck stick, you may cum in my cunt. Cum in me before then, and I’ll rip your fucking balls off.”

Freddy grabbed the sheets on either side of himself and clung on for dear life as Patty bounced vigorously up and down on his shaft. Patty closed her eyes and concentrated fiercely on the sensations Freddy’s throbbing cock caused inside her pussy. She rode him almost brutally for close to ten minutes before squealing as a bone-rattling climax tore through her.

Lost and a little confused, Freddy decided the safest option was not to cum inside his doctor. However, when Patty demanded that he did, Freddy lost control and splashed his seed into her.

“Fark, that feels good, Rick,” Patty groaned and then slid off him. Then she grabbed Charmaine’s hair and dragged her onto her pussy. “Clean me, my little slut,” she demanded, mashing Charmaine’s face against her vagina.

Once Charmaine had cleaned her, Patty asked her if she’d like to try Mister Rick’s cock. Charmaine shyly admitted that she would, and Freddy took her into her arms. Compared to how he’d previously fucked me and how he’d fucked Jennifer and Patty that night, Freddy was gentleness personified as he made love to Charmaine. It took him close to twenty minutes to bring Charmaine to a shuddering orgasm. He tried to pull out of her, but Charmaine, too, insisted he fill her with his seed. After Freddy rolled off her, Patty lowered her head onto her young lover’s pussy, and Charmaine smiled happily.

Jennifer was working on making Freddy hard again when I suggested they go to her room. They did, and Patty, Charmaine, and I cuddled and kissed until we fell asleep.

Delicious sensations in my pussy woke me the next day. I was on my back, and Charmaine lay between my voluptuously spread thighs, lapping at my sopping entrance. She smiled joyfully up at me and said, “You didn’t get any last night, Momma, so I thought I’d make you feel good this morning.”

“That does feel good, baby,” I purred as I stretched, luxuriating in the feelings Charmaine elicited from my juicy pussy.

Charmaine slid two fingers inside me and curled them back. Finding the rough area behind my pubic bone that defined my G-spot, Charmaine twirled her fingers over it and swirled her tongue over and around my clit. I enjoyed a soft but satisfying orgasm before pulling my young friend around so we could ’69’. I smiled as I tasted Freddy as well as Charmaine’s sweet excretions. We shared another soft orgasm before moving to cuddle. I’d shifted Charmaine until we were on our sides, and her bum was in my groin. Holding the beautiful, sylph-like woman close, I ran my right hand up and down her torso, revelling in her small, firm breasts and the tiny, rock-hard nipples adorning them.

“I’ve missed sleeping with you nearly every night, little one,” I told her softly as I ran my hand over her slender, toned stomach and down to her sweetly engorged love button. I fingered her button gently as I kissed along her neck and shoulders.

“I know, Momma,” Charmaine purred, gently thrusting her pussy against my exploring fingers. “But Patty needs me more.” She writhed gently against my fingers before plaintively saying, “Momma?”

“Yes, baby?” I responded.

“Sometimes, when Patty is feeling aggressive, she likes to trib our cu… pussies together with her on top.”

“Tribbing is the same as scissoring, right?” I asked.

“Pretty much, Momma,” Charmaine explained. “But scissoring more often means having your legs entwined with your lover’s like scissor blades as you grind against each other, whilst tribbing means rubbing your clits and vulvas together in any way that feels good.”

“Okay, I understand,” I replied. “So, Patty likes to be on top when you two do that?”

“Yes, Momma. But, when Patty is feeling butch, and we’re tribbing, she likes to wee on me after she’s cum.”

I thought it was a little weird but strangely erotic. However, I couldn’t deny the sudden arousal flare I felt when I heard Charmaine describe what Patty did. “And you don’t like it?” I asked. If she didn’t, I would suggest she tell Patty and demand she stop. However, that wasn’t what my young lover meant.

“No, Momma. Oh, heck. I don’t know if I mean no or yes. What I mean is that I do like it. In fact, it makes me feel incredibly submissive and delightfully subjugated. I’m just worried about what it means that I like being peed on. Am I some kind of freak or something?”

“I think this is one of those ‘whatever feels good for you’ moments, Charmaine,” I told her as I slid my middle finger inside her. “I’ve never tried water sports, but I have to admit that I find the thought of weeing as you rub your pussy against your lover’s one sounds pervertedly exciting.”

“So, I’m not a freak for enjoying it?”

I shook my head, “Well, not unless I’m one, too.”

“Cool,” Charmaine sighed. Then she shuddered and moaned, “Pinch my nipple, Momma, please. I’m about to cum.”

I shoved my middle finger deep into Charmaine’s pussy before pulling it back far enough to scrape my nail over her G-spot. Simultaneously, I pinched Charmaine’s rock-hard nipple and demanded, “Come for your Momma, little one.”

Charmaine cried out, “I love you, Momma!” and climaxed on my fingers.

“I love you, too, baby,” I whispered as we drifted back to sleep.

I woke again when Charmaine’s phone told her it was time to get ready for her uni class. I blinked a few times, trying to ease the sharp pain in my tired eyes. ‘Get some darned sleep tonight, Muppet!’ I told myself. ‘You’re no longer a teenager able to simultaneously burn the candle at both ends.’

Charmaine and I shared a hurried shower, and she dressed and was out the door. I’d walked to my room to dress before I thought to wonder about Patty’s absence. After dressing, I went to the kitchen to make coffee. I found a note propped against a pre-prepared Acai bowl. It read, “Hey Gorgeous, I can no longer hide away from work because things are piling up there that need my attention. I’m only doing a half-day, though, so I’ll see you around three.” It was signed “Patty Cakes”.

A little sad and lonely, I opened my office and looked to see if I had any tasks. I made the suggested changes that Sean had sent through and was surprised at how quickly and easily I could make and follow them now. I understood almost immediately why my husband wanted those changes made, which amazed me further. I looked through a randomly selected assortment of our client’s portfolios, using that new knowledge to see if I could predict what changes Sean would have me make next. Although I didn’t make any, I noted which ones I’d change so I could compare them to Sean’s instructions.

With nothing much to do, I began working on my project. I had all month to get it done, and I’d already gathered my data, done my analysis, and written my projections. Writing my summary justifying my predictions and sending them in were the only things I had left to do. The project’s purpose wasn’t for me to be right, although I knew I was; it was to explain and defend my predictions logically. Even if my predictions were wildly speculative and fanciful, it wouldn’t matter so long as I could justify them logically.

The office door opening took my attention away from my screen. Turning to see who had come in, I smiled. “Hello, Mister Squire,” I said happily.

“Mrs Muggleton,” James nodded. Then, smiling, he added, “I must admit that I’m disappointed you’re not bent over vacuuming with your gorgeous bottom pointed in my direction. However, I’m certain the material on my trouser front appreciates that you’re not!”

“You know, Mister Squire?” I answered with mock severity before giggling coquettishly. “Compliments will get you absolutely everywhere!” James grinned at me. “Would you like tea?” I asked.

“I hoped you’d ask, Katie,” James charmingly said as he sat on the sofa.

For me, I’d dressed quite conservatively today. However, my skirt clung tightly to my firm, curvy ass, and I swayed it seductively as I walked behind the partition to make a pot of tea. When I returned carrying a tray with everything needed to make tea, I inwardly smiled at James’ severely tented trouser front. Momentarily letting my eyes drop to where his cock strained, I said, “It looks like your trouser front is not quite so appreciative anymore.”

“You, and only you, have that effect on me, Katie,” James unembarrassedly replied. “Erections are rare at my age.” I sat with my knee against his thigh as I poured his cup of tea and added a squeeze of lemon and a dash of milk. As I handed him the cup, I leaned forward so he could peer down my top at my unfettered globes. James smiled as he tasted his tea. “You remembered,” he smiled.

“Of course I did,” I smiled back. “Suave, handsome, well-spoken men rarely come to my office and charm me so convincingly.”

“But they do come?” James teased.

“Of course they do,” I smugly replied. “You’re here now. Would you like a biscuit?” I asked, looking for an excuse to bend over in front of him. “I have some delightful Griffins Gingernuts from New Zealand. I don’t know if you’ve had them before, but they’re twice as nice as the Australian-made ones.”

“You’ve talked me into it, Katie,” James said smoothly. “However, you must not do the ‘I’m on a diet’ rubbish that women often do and have one with me.”

“Oh, if you insist!” I theatrically protested. “But I’ll need to spend an extra month on the stationary bike to take the weight back off my bottom!” James chuckled as I stood. Then, I gathered the spoons and stepped toward the sink before ‘accidentally’ dropping one. “I’m such a klutz,” I muttered. Keeping my legs straight, I bent over and picked up the spoon. After reaching it and standing, I looked back over my shoulder. As I hoped, James’ eyes were glued to my sexy ass. Shaking it seductively, I walked to the sink, dropped the spoons in it, reached into the cupboard above, and brought down a packet of gingernut biscuits.

There was an opened packet in a plastic box beside the water urn, but doing what I did allowed me to turn side on to James. Then, when I stretched to get the biscuits, my top pulled out of my skirt and exposed my taut tummy. Plus, being side on meant James got to admire my large, swelling breast mounds.

“I like your belly button ring,” James said as I sat, opened the package and offered him a biscuit.

I leaned back and pulled my top up to expose my rhinestone belly button ring. It joined a silver chain with beaded crystals that circled my waist. The rhinestone fitted perfectly inside my belly button. “I like it, too,” I smiled. “I think it’s understatedly sexy, don’t you?”

“I think everything about you is sexy, Katie,” James admitted. “Your beautiful face, dark brown eyes and olive skin. Your long, toned legs and curvy body. All of you is gorgeous and as sexy as heck. Plus, you have a melodic voice and a sweet disposition that hides a steel-trap mind and razor-sharp wit.” He sighed. “I only wish you’d met Annie because I think you and she would have hit it off like peas and carrots.”

“I think you’re right, James,” I said, moving so that my thigh sat along his. I turned my upper body to face him and rested my full, unfettered breasts against his arm. “I would have loved to meet her. I don’t suppose you have a picture, do you?”

“Yes, I do,” James said as he leant into me, enjoying the feel of my heavy breasts on his arm. He pulled out his wallet and took out a photo. It was only in black and white, but the woman it showed was stunningly gorgeous. Annie was naked, with her knees pulled up in front of a rack that looked at least as impressive as mine. Her feet were slightly to one side and covered her bare pussy, leaving nothing exposed. I immediately decided I’d get Johnny to do a similar one of me posing like that for his and his father’s benefit.

“Wow, James,” I said breathlessly. “She is beautiful!”

“That was taken on our first wedding anniversary,” James tearily said. “I’ve kept the negative and made new pictures every time one wears out ever since. Of course, I’ve scanned it to my computer now, and I merely reprint a copy when needed.”

“How old was Annie when you took that photo?” I asked.

“Eighteen,” he unashamedly said. “I was twenty-one.”

“I’m sure you have others even more sexy than these,” I stated coquettishly, my sweet little pussy throbbing a little as I imagined viewing them.

“I do,” James admitted. “And if you’ll come to dinner at my place on Friday, I will share some with you.”

“What time would you like me there?” I asked.

“I’ll send my driver to pick you up at six-thirty, Mrs Katie. I’d like you to stay the night, please. So bring an overnight bag and a change of clothes. We’ll have breakfast, and then my driver will take you home.”

“I can drive,” I pointed out, worried about being stuck at James’ place without any way to get home.

“At some stage, Mrs Muggleton, you must begin trusting me. I mean you no harm, and I promise that nothing will happen on Friday night that you won’t enjoy immensely. So, please, stop fretting and relax. Your fear of me is disappointing and unsettling.”

“You saw in the papers and the news what happened the last time I was taken to another’s house, didn’t you, James?” I haughtily replied. “So, please be more understanding of my fear and reluctance.”

“I understand, Katie,” James answered. “I truly do. Perhaps one day, you will trust me with the complete version of that story. However, I promise to allow your husband to shoot me himself if any harm comes to you in my presence, regardless of who perpetrates it on you. I assured Sean that you would be safe and well looked after when you’re with me. Sean trusts me. Can’t you?”

“I do, James,” I replied. “But sometimes my fear overrides my common sense.”

“Understandable, my dear Katie,” James smoothed.

Our conversation moved to generalities and banalities after that. The sexual tension between us continued to grow, but neither of us acted on our desires. Eventually, I realised that James was gently guiding our discussion and my thinking to the various stock portfolios my husband’s consultancy firm controlled and about which I was now learning.

James didn’t ask for any information about our customers and instead asked about their volume and the mix between high, medium, and low-risk stocks. He wasn’t interested in details but was encouraging me to understand why Sean had divided the capital as he had. I was receiving invaluable training from an experienced, highly successful stockbroker without fully comprehending that I was. However, when my curiosity spiked later that day, I looked at the earlier changes I’d made and understood why they needed changing. Plus, I could envisage the future adjustments necessary to generate the best possible return. Thinking fondly of him, I sent a quiet thanks in James’ direction.

James stayed with me until I said I needed lunch. I hoped he’d ask me to get some with him and was disappointed when he said he needed to go. However, I hadn’t expected to go out for lunch, so I’d made a chicken salad to put in the office fridge. I got it out and ate as I brought up a story I was avidly reading. The story was called ‘Arlene and Jeff’ and contained many storylines that imitated my life. Even though science fiction isn’t usually my cup of tea, I was thoroughly enjoying RoustWriter’s story.

Patty arrived with coffee a little after three, so I closed the office and accompanied her inside. “Someone called Penelope Squire called today,” she said levelly, handing me a takeaway cup and sitting on my lounge.

“Oh,” I blushed. “I guess that I should have warned you.”

“No need,” Patty answered. “I’ve actually met Ms Penelope Squire before. We’re acquaintances rather than friends, but I think we may become more than mere friends.”

“She asked about joining your practice, then?” I asked.

“Yes,” Patty acknowledged, remaining a little frosty. “Coincidentally, she mentioned a new office block opening on Cambridge Terrace that has ground-floor offices large enough to accommodate a five-doctor medical centre with room to add another doctor later, if need insists.”

“Umm, that’s good… I hope,” I said hesitantly.

“Yes,” Patty continued in that same frosty tone. “It seems that Ms Penelope Squire’s father has bought the entire complex, and he’s offered to finance my fifth and the fifth shares of the other doctors if needed.”

“Patty, that’s good, isn’t it?” I said hopefully, scared she was angry with me.

“Good?” Patty squealed as she leapt onto my lap and covered my face with kisses. “It’s fanfuckingtastic, Katey! I can use the money from the house sale to purchase all new equipment! We’ll have the most modern medical practice in the whole Wynnum/Manly area. More! I can rent the offices on either side of ours and employ specialists. Then, my practice can send our patients to our own specialists and get them seen much earlier than otherwise!”

Patty kept plastering kisses over my face as she mauled my breasts and enthusiastically expounded her plan for a multi-level medical practice that would cover all aspects of her patients’ health. I understood probably less than half of what she told me, but I didn’t have to. All I had to do was nod and say, “Oh?” or “Really?” or “How would that work?” in all the right places. There’s a hint for there, boys. Stop offering advice and trying to ‘fix’ your woman’s problems when she talks to you. Instead, listen intently and say one of the above three when appropriate. Plus, you can include “I told you that bitch was crazy!’ if she’s complaining about a work colleague.

Charmaine came home about an hour later, and Patty grabbed her hand before running upstairs with her.

Jennifer, who had come home with Charmaine, amusedly drawled, “I take it that Doctor Bennett is a little excited about something?” and sat beside me.

“Yes,” I confirmed, putting my arm around her. “It seems that a life-long dream is about to come true for her.”

“Cool,” Jennifer said. She knew I’d say that Patty’s story was hers to tell, so there was no point in asking me for details.

I smiled and got out my phone. Five minutes later, I’d contacted every member of our girl gang and booked us a table at Alchemy to celebrate. Even Kath said she’d get one of the other hosts to stand in for her on her show and be there for Patty. The only partners who would miss were Sean and Billy (of course). I called Freddy, and he said he’d be happy to attend. Johnny, Gina and my girls would come, too.

Patty and Charmaine came back down around an hour later, looking dishevelled and a little worse for wear. I told them we were going out to celebrate and sent them to shower and change.

When we got to Alchemy Restaurant and Bar, Patty was curious about why our entire gang and their husbands were there. I waited until everyone was there and had sat and said, “Patty has an announcement to make.”

She described today’s events and was overwhelmed by their show of support and care. “There’s still a lot of work to do to get this off the ground,” she said. “We have to work out costs and profit sharing before incorporating our practice. It’ll be close to a year before everything’s ready, but with Katie’s friend, James Squire, underwriting the set-up costs, we’ll hit the ground running when we open.”