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Chapter Twelve
Perhaps he should askher to move in with her father? Even as the thought entered his head David dismissed it. He loved her, loved both his Pennys. The anxious feeling that had plagued him ever since his world had turned upside down and inside out when he’d found himself living with another version of his wife, swamped him. The daily thought tormented him—was his Penny okay? It tore him apart not knowing what was happening to her. All he could do was protect this version of Penny that had arrived unasked. Yet it ate at him not knowing where the wife he’d married was, or how she was faring in another dimension. Would he ever see her again? He shook his head. In fact hecouldsee her every day but not actually her. Today’s little episode had proved that much. His Penny knew better than to attract attention to their lifestyle in such a public way.
He went into the kitchen and switched on the kettle, his thoughts in turmoil. Honey sidled up beside him and rubbed against his leg. Idly he petted her, soothed by the dog’s affection. Taking the coffee he’d made, he went to the sitting room and switched on the TV; Wimbledon was on. A men’s singles match between a Brit and an American opponent played out on number one court. Absently he watched the game while his mind turned over the Penny dilemma.
The fact remained that if, as he suspected, she was a version of Penny from another dimension, then she was his wife. He sighed. He couldn’t deny that he had feelings for her any longer. His head ached. Getting up, too restless to watch anymore, he left the match playing and went to find some painkillers.
Returning to the sitting room, he found Penny sitting on the couch perched on a towel, in the nude as he’d demanded. His cock stirred.
“Stand up,” he ordered.
“You said it was all right to come downstairs,” she said, sounding nervous.
“Yes, that is fine but I want you to stand beside me while I watch the tennis.” He shifted her towel as she moved and took her place on the couch.
“Stand here.” He pointed to the floor beside him. “Part your legs, hands behind your back.” He was gratified that she did as he asked.
Keeping his eyes on the screen as though focused on the tennis, he wrapped his hand around her thigh, just above the knee. Slowly he moved his palm up her leg to her apex. Sweeping his thumb back and forth over the soft inner skin of her thigh, he just grazed the outer edge of her labia. He heard her indrawn breath. Good. He would tease her like this for the rest of the day. By the time today was over she’d be so wet he’d be able to drive his cock into her without delay. A long day of foreplay was to be her punishment followed by a hard spanking and a good fuck. Hmm, perhaps a different kind of kinky-fuckery might be in order?
He removed his hand and left her standing. A few moments later he placed his hand above her mons and stroked the soft epilated skin of her mound, avoiding her slit. She moaned softly but stayed in position. He kept his eyes on the TV and cheered when the American player won his set.
Game set and match, he turned the television off and stood up. Turning to face Penny, he reached for her breasts and held the soft orbs in his hands, strumming her nipples with his thumbs.
“I am going to make us some lunch. Come to the kitchen when I call you,” he said and left her standing where she was to go to the kitchen. He washed his hands and made cheese omelettes and cut tomatoes for a salad, whistling while he worked. His cock was semi-hard but not aching. He could last the day. Then a thought occurred...Hell, yeah, why not?
“Penny, lunch is ready!” he called; he set the dishes on the table and sat down.
She arrived, delightfully naked and bouncy breasted. He felt better already.
“Shut Honey in the hallway while we eat, please. I hate the way she begs at the table.”
Penny called the dog out into the hall and knelt to console her with a cuddle before she closed the door behind her, and moved toward a chair.
“No, don’t sit there, come and kneel here.” He pointed to the floor between his thighs. She hesitated, so he growled a little in the back of his throat, suppressing a grin as her eyes widened and she hurriedly dropped to her knees on the spot he’d indicated. He waited a moment then leaned back, slowly unzipping his fly.
“Suck my cock,” he ordered.
He couldn’t fault her as she reached into his pants and without difficulty helped his cock spring free, rock hard and ready for action. He took up his fork and began to eat his omelette. She stared at him, her mouth half open in shock.
“You need to open your mouth wider than that,” he told her. “Go ahead, suck my cock.”
“Y-yes, Sir,” she mumbled.
