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“I’m sorry I interrupted you,” the girl said.
“I don’t believe that’s true,” Jocelyn countered. “But the interruption isn’t your fault. Just be sure you keep quiet about the things you see here, even with Mr. Harold. What I do with my friends is my private business.”
“Yes, ma’am,” she replied.
“You say a word to anyone,” she went on to warn, “I’ll blister your ass and violate your backside, and it won’t be any fun at all.”
At the sound of the threat, the girl’s eyes widened and so did Alex’s.
“You’ve spanked her?” Alex whispered.
“No, but I don’t see why I shouldn’t,” Jocelyn said, eyeing the girl. “I’ve watched Reggie punish her. And seeing how aroused she is, I think it might be something she wants.”
Though their conversation was hushed, Helena could hear every word.
“Be a dear now,” Jocelyn directed the maid, “get us some lemonade”
To that request, the young woman scampered off, and Jocelyn returned her attentions to Alex.
Both women realized this particular afternoon was a minor awakening of sorts, Jocelyn finding pieces of her personality as yet undiscovered, and Alex finding herself increasingly aroused by the new prospects this relationship suggested.
When it was too ho
t in the sun, they moved into the house, up the stairs and into the cool of the master bedroom.
“You’ve never been here, have you?” Jocelyn said, drawing Alex into the impressive room, that unlike the rest of the house was like a vision from an old world dream, adorned with tapestries and an ornate hand-carved bed, furnished to take the mind deeper into a time and place far from the mundane present. “It’s magical,” she murmured bringing Alex to the cool surface of the bed’s satiny comforter.
“Is it magical, or what happens here that is?” Alex said, for the first time feeling Reggie’s presence inescapable, a sudden impression felt deep, realizing that she smelled his distinctive scent in the room. Another thousand memories triggered, she might have climbed inside them in her mind, except that Jocelyn was holding her hands above her, kissing her forearms and elbows and the tender sides of the most tender skin, and her armpits—all before she reached her breasts.
“Keep your hands there,” Jocelyn told her. “I want you vulnerable to me.”
Vulnerable, hardly a difficult command to follow. Though Jocelyn was much gentler than her other dominants had been.
The redhead bobbed about, tasting her everywhere, making a thorough examination of her skin and any point when fondling or kissing or nibbling made her wince or shriek or moan. By the time she reached her furrowed slit, so much had already happened that the climax came in ready waves, Alex whimpering softly as Jocelyn sucked her clit.
Jocelyn’s sex was sweet, still fragrant from the earlier lovemaking, and turning pungent. Alex could imagine satisfying the blushing pink pussy the remainder of the day, until the evening, maybe the night. Maybe she’d call Will and tell him she was staying over that night. He’d been much too busy with work to bother about her. He probably wouldn’t bat an eye at her impromptu vacation from the apartment, the way he was when he was working on layouts and the designs weren’t right, and he was a bear to be with. He’d be happy to have her happily elsewhere, unless of course, he needed her body to alleviate his physical tension.
Such ideas came to mind as she let her tongue commence its journey about the fragrant flower that was Jocelyn’s sex. She heard the murmuring sounds of arousal draw her in. She lightly pinched her nipples, gave her pussy a gentle smack or two, and with the tips of her nails drew red lines along the flesh of her thighs. Eventually they’d get around to really deviant things, how could they not when they were both so intimate with the darker bounds of sexual expression? Naturals in the unnatural arena, celebrating the fact made the unnatural as essential as fucking cunts and cocks. For now however, their love was simply filled with promises and expectations and the joys of hearing the other pleasuring in simple sexual things.
In the waning light of day, the two dozed, wrapped in arms and tangled within a pile of sheets that surrounded them like a cocoon. Long shadows made the room even more a reflection of old and dying things, the two woman appearing like one of the erotic tapestries on the walls that depicted carnal satisfaction in the nude bodies of voluptuous old world hedonists exposing their private treasures for waiting lovers. A gentle breeze that blew the sheer curtains at the window tickled their soft hairs as they went from dozing into a peaceful slumber. And in that slumber they let their minds drift into the magic lands where the remainder of their lascivious thirsts were being quenched.
***
“My, what do have we here?”
The sound of his voice raised two disparate yet similarly anxious responses, as Jocelyn and Alex awakened to discover Reggie standing at the doorway of his bedroom, gazing at them. Jocelyn instinctively pulled up the sheet to cover them, as if she was protecting them from an unwanted stare.
“Pull the covers away, Jocelyn,” Reggie abruptly demanded. “There’s not an inch on either one of you I haven’t seen. Although I must say, I haven’t seen you together.”
“Reg, please,” Jocelyn was the first of the two to speak.
“Pull the covers aside,” Reg repeated sharply when her wife neglected to heed his command.
She hesitated a second, then pushed the sheet back with her feet, and exposed the intertwined legs with Alex’s arm still resting on her thigh.
“That’s better,” he said. “I must say you two look stunning. And not at all like this is the first time you’ve been together.”
“Let me explain,” Jocelyn jumped in anxiously. Sitting up on the bed, she grabbed for the covers again.
