Ronnie finished washing her face in the bathroom sink, then strolled into the bedroom. She was wearing her white baby tee and black panties. “Jo?” she called out. She looked around the dark bedroom, only lit by the red bulb from the night table lamp.
The door to the walk-in closet opened, then the light went on. There stood Jolene, decked out in a leather corset. She had on black gloves, aviator shades, and a cap resembling a police officer’s. She stood with her hands on her hips.
“Well, what do we have here?” asked Jolene in her most authoritative voice. “Someone’s been a bad little girl.”
Ronnie froze, afraid to burst out laughing. “So…what’s the charge?”
Jolene licked her lips with a satisfying smack. She flexed her tits, making them bounce in the corset. “We had a noise complaint. Seems like someone was making way too much noise during lovemaking.”
Ronnie clicked her tongue. “Well, I don’t remember making that much noise.” She twirled her hair up with her finger. “Someone’s been awfully negligent with me lately.”
Jolene stepped out of the closet and got near Ronnie’s face. “I don’t remember asking your opinion on the matter, ma’am.” She took her shades off and tossed them aside. “Now, you’re going to cooperate, aren’t you?”
Ronnie gently reached up and took Jolene’s cap off, then put it on her own head sideways. She put her hands on her hips in defiance. “Does this answer your question?”
Jolene heaved air out of her nose and screwed up her lips. “Okay, it looks as if I’m going to have to take you in.”
“Yeah, you like taking things in, don’t you?” Ronnie laughed and held onto the brim of her new cap. “I’m doing nonviolent resistance.”
Jolene took Ronnie by the shoulders and held her close. “You will respect me and my laws. Do you understand?”
“Hey!” Ronnie pushed Jolene’s hands away and stepped back a bit. “You have to read me my rights first!” She crossed her arms and turned defiantly.
Jolene made her way over and placed her hands more gently on Ronnie’s shoulders. She leaned into Ronnie’s ear. “You have the right to take me on this bed.”
Ronnie smiled. “What else?” she asked behind her.
Jolene rubbed her hand along Ronnie’s butt cheek. “You have a right beautiful bum.”
Ronnie snickered, then turned around. She placed her hands on Jolene’s rounded shoulders while Jolene held onto Ronnie’s bottom. “You would have made a pretty good cop, my little muscle babe.”
“Ooh, not when I was younger,” Jolene replied. She gave Ronnie a smooch. “Now? I’d like to see someone mess with me.”
“I know what you mean!” Ronnie ran her hand along Jolene’s upper chest. “You gonna cuff me tonight?”
Jolene hooked her finger into Ronnie’s top. “Am I going to need them?”
Ronnie giggled. “No, officer!” She held up her hands pulled back as if she was expecting to be cuffed. “I’ll come willingly.”
“So who gets it tonight?” asked Jolene.
The two of them held up a palm and fist. “Rock, paper, scissors—SHOOT!”
Ronnie was rock, Jolene scissors. “Yay!” cheered Ronnie as she threw her fists up. “You’re too easy, babe. You don’t have to scissor on everything.”
Jolene snickered as she removed her corset. Ronnie pulled her t-shirt off, then went in for a kiss.
“You be gentle,” warned Jolene. “I think I have an inflamed urethra.”
Ronnie rolled her eyes. “For God’s sake, Jo!” She went to the nightstand and got their latest realdoe, which had a low vibe setting that Ronnie liked to turn on once they really got going. She got it ready with a small amount of lube, then pulled her panties off. Ronnie inserted the tip in and gave it a good wiggle.
Jolene pulled her own panties off, then stood and flexed her biceps. “How do I look? Really?”
Ronnie bit her lower lip while she smiled. “Like…nice. You’re my dream girl.” She then reached down and gave her fake dick a few good strokes. “How do you want it?”
“You be on top first,” said Jolene. She sat down on the bed, then got on her back. Ronnie got on the mattress on her knees, placing her hands gently on Jolene’s thighs.
“Spread ’em,” Ronnie whispered. Jolene got her legs wide and sat up a bit to watch. Ronnie loved the way Jolene’s abs tensed up as she did it.
Ronnie got into position and inserted the fake cock into Jolene. Jolene sighed and tensed up her shapely muscles while Ronnie pushed in. Ronnie held still for a bit as the two of them kissed.
Ronnie propped herself up on her elbows and moved her hips back and forth. Jolene shut her eyes and smiled wide. “Darling, this is so great,” Jolene moaned. She reached down with both hands and held onto Ronnie’s butt, trying to force the realdoe into her faster and harder.
Ronnie’s tits swung back and forth about an inch away from Jolene’s face. “Sweetie,” Jolene panted. “You do this so well.”
Ronnie panted as she smiled. “You’re gorgeous, hon.” She kissed Jolene’s neck while she pounded away. Ronnie rubbed Jolene’s muscular shoulders as she tried her best to keep the fake cock inside of her.
Jolene reached up and felt up Ronnie’s soft boobs. She noticed Ronnie was getting sweaty. “Getting tired, love?”
Ronnie nodded, so they switched up. Jolene got on all fours while Ronnie got up on her knees. Ronnie gave a flat-palm slap on Jolene’s rounded butt with both hands. “Look at this bubble ass,” Ronnie commented. She grabbed onto the realdoe and pushed it into Jolene’s fat pussy.
Jolene grunted, then began to relax. Ronnie rubbed the back of Jolene’s tight thighs, then adjusted the cock and worked it in and out.
Jolene curled her toes while Ronnie fucked her. “God! It’s been a while, dear.” She licked her fingers, then reached under herself and rubbed her cunt. She pushed back with Ronnie’s thrusts as she pushed her chest down to the mattress. Ronnie went wild watching the muscular back both flex and bend.
Jolene squealed and moaned as she felt the strong pounding from behind. She then stopped as she felt the pop from her pussy. Jolene looked back to see Ronnie slump over sideways on the bed.
“Veronica!” Jolene turned around and looked at Ronnie up close.
Ronnie was slumped over with her mouth hung open, snoring. Jolene tightened her lips up as she stared at her sleepy wife. She looked down and saw the realdoe sitting on the bed, glistening from both of their love juices. Jolene picked it up and examined it. She looked back at Ronnie, sprawled out on her back.
Jolene got to the other end of the bed and laid down. She held onto the realdoe and rubbed it along her pussy lips. She admired her sweet wife lying there. Jolene loved looking at Ronnie’s breasts while she fiddled herself.
“Well,” Jolene whispered as she chuckled. “Better not let this go to waste.” She inserted the realdoe and fucked herself for all she was worth.
Ronnie had good reason to prematurely bow out. She had been working sixty to seventy hours a week. Ronnie’s new business as a handywoman was taking off to the point that she actually had to turn down work. Ronnie would come home late with a temper and little to say.
Jolene was getting impatient as well. Ronnie was rarely in the mood for sex, and she was getting more irritable as a result of that as well. She was also slacking at going to the gym, which Jolene sympathized with as she was working so hard at her job.
One night when Ronnie came home past seven, Jolene sat her down at the kitchen table. There was chicken breasts for dinner, which Ronnie dove into right away.
“Sweetie?” Jolene was careful to approach the situation with understanding. “I love that you’re trying to get a little business off the ground, but maybe…it’s time to get some help.”
Ronnie scoffed. “What? Go to the shrink like you’re doing? I don’t really have time for that.”
“No, Ron,” Jolene answered. “I meant to hire another worker.”
Ronnie stopped eating. “Wait…you mean…?” She placed her fork down gently. “I get to be Boss Bitch?!”
“Yes, darling!” Jolene petted Ronnie’s arm. “This will let you take on more jobs, and you won’t have to work yourself so hard.”
“What am I gonna do about a new van, though?” asked Ronnie.
“We’ll get another lease,” Jolene assured her. “I don’t mind backing it.”
Ronnie put her head back and groaned in relief. “God, this is better now. I just felt so much pressure to get ahead. I’m so tired!”
Jolene leaned in and gave Ronnie’s forehead a kiss. Ronnie was clearly bingeing more on fast food for lunch, because her skin was getting rough.
Jolene’s Wednesday session with Dr. Fleming came. Jolene laid back down on the couch. “I am very proud of Ronnie for starting her new business, but she has little time to devote to me. She’s going to hire more help, which will be good, but I can’t help feeling guilty for expecting her to want to spend time with me.” Jolene sighed and hugged the throw pillow to her chest. “Her acne is coming back, which I know terrifies her. If she would only eat healthy lunches, she would be fine. Then I feel bad that I don’t pack her lunch for her, and–”
Jolene sat up and looked behind her to see Dr. Fleming hiding her eyes. “Dr. Fleming?” Jolene sidled over on the couch to be closer to the therapist. “Are you all right, dear?”
Dr. Fleming pulled her hand away and tried to manage a smile but just grimaced. “Marshall hasn’t touched me in so long.” She sniveled while Jolene got a tissue and gave it to Dr. Fleming. “Thank you. I tried to arrange a getaway, just to rekindle the spark.”
Jolene put her hand on Dr. Fleming’s back. “Dear, why don’t you lie down?” She got up and guided Dr. Fleming to the couch. Dr. Fleming laid down, while Jolene took the chair and picked up the writing pad. She picked up a pen and got out her horn-rimmed glasses. “Now tell me about your problems.”
“Jolene, this is highly unprofessional of me,” Dr. Fleming sniffled as she hugged a pillow to her chest. “I should be the one providing counsel to you.”
“Nonsense,” Jolene protested. “I find this very relaxing. Plus, if my own therapist is distracted or in despair, how am I going to feel better?” Jolene tapped the pen on her pad, looking for something to jot down. “Now, how long ago did this start?”
Dr. Fleming covered her eyes with her hand. “Oh, maybe a year ago. Marshall suddenly took no interest in me sexually. We were doing just fine! I don’t understand.”
“Have you talked to him at all?” asked Jolene.
Dr. Fleming sputtered. “How do you talk to your own husband about this? I get it, I’m not…hot and young anymore! But I figured men liked to get fucked once in a while!”
Jolene nodded. “Constance, we want to keep things civilized, yes?” Dr. Fleming nodded. “Good. We can use alternatives to cursing, I think. Now, do you suspect he is having an affair?”
“No,” said Dr. Fleming quietly. “No, I don’t think he would do that. I mean, he could if he wanted to. He’s still in great shape for a 54-year-old.”
Jolene wrote down the number. “And right before the sex ended, how would you say it was in terms of quality?”
Dr. Fleming sighed. “I mean…it was fine, but…he was kind of losing his edge, if you follow me.” She sat up and looked back at Jolene. “Like he wasn’t…stiff like before. Back during grad school, he used to get…you know…rock-hard.”
Jolene stared up at the ceiling. “It sounds to me this might be a simple biological issue. Perhaps as Marshall is getting older, things aren’t working for him so well.”
Dr. Fleming gasped. “Oh, but he’s still a young man, and he works out three times a week…”
Jolene shook her head. “He might also be hesitant to talk about it. Men usually are. For them, they talk about sex all of the time, and when it comes time that they can’t perform, they see it as a failure on their part.” She raised a cautionary hand. “I am just suggesting that the abruptness of it is one of many possibilities, but it makes the most sense to me.”
“So what do I do?” asked Dr. Fleming.
“Ask him,” replied Jolene. “This is important to you. You’re still quite young and attractive. This should not be the end for you, and you should never have to settle. Now there are a lot of medications that can help with this. The important thing is to be gentle and understanding.”
“Okay. Okay, I can do this,” assured Dr. Fleming. She sat up from the couch and wiped at her eyes. “Oh, Jolene, I feel terrible for wasting your time with this.”
“Not at all!” Jolene smiled. “This is a great amount of fun! No wonder you pursued a degree in therapy.”
The two got up, and Dr. Fleming gave Jolene a gentle hug. Dr. Fleming pawed around at Jolene’s arms and shoulders. “I…wow. I think this is the first time I felt these!”
Jolene laughed heartily. “It is a bit of a shock to some people when they first see all of me. I’ll bring in some of my glamour shots sometime!”
Jolene left, and Dr. Fleming got out her pocket recorder. “November 26th…talked with Patient W today. Suggested medication for…marital issue. Subject is heavily into role playing and juxtaposition of both roles and power structure. Possible narcissistic personality due to exercise routine…or completely sincere.”
Ronnie was struggling with some of the new prospects she wanted to hire. She was willing to take people out one at a time and show them how the business is conducted. One male, who might have weighed one-twenty soaking wet, could not stop his hands from shaking the entire day, and his teeth were almost black. Ronnie ruled him out as a prospect immediately and did not ask him for a second day.
One girl wanted to start at ten, then wanted to quit at two. She did not look up from her phone the entire time Ronnie was at houses trying to show her how to do the job. Ronnie gave her a second chance, but the girl texted and said not to bother.
It had been nearly two weeks and Ronnie was at the end of her rope trying to get a new hire. She finally got an e-mail from a college graduate with a background in electrical engineering. This caught Ronnie’s attention right away, so she called the girl up that night and arranged a pick-up the next day.
Ginger was a beautiful young lady, with a long neck and tall enough to be noticed at 5’10”. She had a lean body, hardly tomboyish with a few curves. She had darker skin that Ronnie certainly had. The most striking thing about her was her large head of curly red hair and dark freckles on her cheeks.
Ronnie picked her up that day and they went to the first customer. Ronnie took Ginger into the bathroom and showed him some of the things to look for. She peeled back the baseboard trim, which was just stick-on. “Oh my God!” exclaimed Ronnie. She showed Ginger how she could reach under the drywall and lift it right up. “This is so wrong. These are supposed to be screwed down at the studs. You can see where it’s popping out at the sides. Someone nailed this sheet up. You need to use drywall screws or it’s a code violation. They didn’t even secure the bottom here.” She let go of the drywall and got up.
“How do you know all this stuff?” asked Ginger.
“Read and watch videos online,” Ronnie said. “I’m telling you that you’ll need to do it for this job.” She looked down, only to see a cockroach crawl out from under the drywall. Ronnie screeched and pushed Ginger out of the way to run out of the bathroom.
Ginger followed her boss out and laughed. “You okay?”
Ronnie looked ready to gag. “I hate bugs! Hate them!”
Ronnie explained the situation to the homeowner about the bug infestation, which turned out to be far worse than Ronnie imagined. Ronnie agreed to come back at another time while they had the bathroom sprayed out.
Ronnie and Ginger went to the van to get to another appointment. “Well, that was shorter than I expected,” Ronnie said as she looked at her phone. Ginger sat patiently while Ronnie called up the schedule. She held the phone up so Ginger could see the schedule. “See? I have it made up so you have the map, the job details, and the payment options. It’s a really good idea to get payment in advance, or at least the deposit.”
“I wasn’t sure what to find out,” Ginger admitted. “Like, you, for instance. I didn’t know what to expect!”
Ronnie smiled. “What did you think you were going to get?”
“I don’t know!” Ginger pushed her curly hair out of her eyes. “I thought maybe you were some big burly chick with a biker tattoo or something.”
Ronnie sputtered. “Well, I’m into girls if that’s what you’re implying.”
Ginger’s eyes widened. “Oh, wow! I think that’s really great!” She faced forward. “Um…I’m straight.”
Ronnie smirked while she played with her phone. “That’s perfectly fine. Won’t affect your hiring.”
The two of them went to the next job, which was a simple wiring job. “We do a lot of these odd jobs,” Ronnie explained on the ladder as Ginger observed. “We can only charge a thousand dollars, parts and tax included.” She twisted the wires off, then got down from the ladder. “Anything that needs a real contractor, like certified, we have a couple of different contract companies that I can recommend jobs to. I get paid for doing that as well, so make sure to pass that along.”
The two of them headed to the sandwich shop for lunch. A trio of tradesmen were waiting near the entryway having a chat. When Ronnie and Ginger walked out near the door, one of the older, fatter men decide to speak up. “Yeah, looks like these girl carpenters are trying their luck.”
Ronnie stopped and looked down at her coveralls. She turned slowly to look at the man, while Ginger looked on. “Yeah, well they had a man do the job first, then they called me to get it done right.” The other men let out an ooooh.
The old fat man chuckled. “Probably like women, don’t you?”
Ronnie rolled her eyes. “Yeah, your mom didn’t seem to mind.”
The old man’s face got serious. “My mother’s dead.”
Ronnie shrugged. “Yeah, ’cause I fucked her to death.” She turned to leave with Ginger following. The other two men roared with laughter, while the old man sat sullen.
Ginger laughed all the way to the van. “Oh my God! Weren’t you scared he would come after you?”
“Huh,” scoffed Ronnie. “I got my lesbian super powers to fight him off!”
Ginger was helping a great deal to speed things up for Ronnie, and she was able to wrap up her day in a reasonable time. Ronnie dropped Ginger off at her house, then headed home.
Jolene got home a few minutes later. “Veronica, darling! You’re home!”
“Yeah, no shit,” she giggled as they kissed. “Come on, let’s go out to dinner.” Ronnie unzipped her coveralls and pulled them off as she made her way to the bedroom. “I need to shower first!” She got her dingy t-shirt off, then yanked off her shorts and undies and turned on the water.
Ronnie got the hot water running and stepped in. She got the dust and grime out of her long hair, closing her eyes as she felt the water trickle down her cheeks. She reached for the body wash, when she felt it handed to her.
“Thanks,” she said, then froze. She could hear Jolene giggling. “What are you doing?”
Jolene reached in from behind and felt up Ronnie’s tits. She leaned in and kissed Ronnie behind the ear. “I missed you.”
Ronnie squirted out a generous amount of the body wash, then covered her front with it. Jolene got a lather going on Ronnie’s chest. “Woo! This is fun.”
Ronnie held out her arms as Jolene went to work. Jolene flicked Ronnie’s nipples with her thumbs while Ronnie put her head back. “What about dinner? Ohhh…”
Jolene squatted down and placed her hands on Ronnie’s hips. She leaned in and licked Ronnie’s tight lips.”Jo, sweetie!” Ronnie put her hands on Jolene’s head. She could hear her wife slurping away on her pussy. Ronnie bit her lower lip as she braced herself. “I mean, I’m getting hungry.”
“So am I, love,” muttered Jolene in between licks. She suddenly pulled back. “Ugh! Body wash!” She sputtered and spat.
Ronnie laughed as she helped Jolene to her feet. The two of them held each other and kissed while the water rained down on them. “We’ll finish up after you feed me,” Ronnie promised.
They got dressed and went out to Massanto’s. Ronnie sipped her wine and went on about her new employee. “I mean, Ginger’s going to work out great! At least I hope she does. I don’t know why she doesn’t want to work at some power plant or whatever. I mean, it’ll be so great if I can just send her out to cover jobs, and I can just coordinate the schedules, and–”
Jolene grumbled. “Sweetie, I’m glad that you found a new co-worker, but I hope that you don’t get your hopes up. She might not end up working out.”
Ronnie gave Jolene’s hand a quick squeeze. “Hey, I’m seriously excited here! Please, just be happy for me.”
Jolene sighed. “Fine, I will try to be more supportive. I just…how old is this Ginger?”
“Twenty-seven,” Ronnie responded.
Jolene folded her arms and looked around the restaurant. “Is she attractive at all?”
“Oh, come on, Jo!” Ronnie stifled her laughter. “I mean, she’s all right. She’s straight, for God’s sake!” She leaned back in her chair and put her hands to her head. “You’re seriously jealous!”
“I’m just saying that this young woman, who you’ve been spending a great amount of time with, makes me suspicious,” Jolene replied. “I think I’m being quite reasonable here.”
Ronnie sat there with a dumb smile and her mouth open. “You really are nuts. I think we should sue Dr. Fleming.”
“You need to validate my feelings,” Jolene demanded.
Ronnie exhaled in exasperation. “I’m not interested in Ginger. You’re being weird, Jo. Seriously.”
The two of them finished their meal. Ronnie wanted to keep the conversation going but Jolene seemed reluctant to say much. She was starting to feel foolish for making baseless accusations.
The two of them drove home nearly in silence. They went into the house and got dressed for bed. Jolene went straight for the bed and pulled the covers up over her head. Ronnie took her time brushing her teeth and using her facial scrub. She went in much later and climbed in. “You still mad, baby?”
Jolene had her back to Ronnie as she laid there on her side. Ronnie got a sneaky look on her face, then moved her foot up to Jolene’s ass. She gave Jolene a few playful pushes with her toes. “Gimme some,” Ronnie commanded.
Jolene gave a swat in behind her at Ronnie’s foot. “Go away. I hate you and I hate Ginger.” She clicked her tongue. “What kind of name is that for a woman, anyway?”
Ronnie rolled the other way and shut her eyes, trying not to giggle. “You’re gay. Good night.”
The next day, Ronnie was taking Ginger out in the van. The two of them were laughing and chatting like old friends.
“Yeah, I figure we can get you set up with your own van, and a phone of course,” Ronnie said as they drove to their next job. She looked over at Ginger. “Can I ask a really inappropriate question?”
“Like no one else,” Ginger said with a grin.
“Are you, like…different race or something?” Ronnie held up her hand. “I don’t mean to sound offensive!”
“Ronnie, it’s all right!” Ginger tugged at some of her curls. “I know—you don’t see a lot of redheads that aren’t white. I’m mixed.”
Ronnie breathed a sigh of relief. “Okay, I just…things are a little sensitive these days.”
“Oh, don’t worry about me! I’ve heard it all,” assured Ginger. “Don’t feel like you have to tiptoe around me, Ronnie.”
“Well, okay,” Ronnie said. “I just want us to get along. I hate when we can’t feel comfortable around each other.”
Ronnie’s phone went off, attached the the dash holder. The screen displayed JO-BEAR.
“Oh! Let me get that!” Ronnie pulled over and got the phone in time. “Hi, bitch…No…Jo, I…I was just kidding!…No, I don’t really feel that way…Why are you…What?…Yes, she’s right here, and…She doesn’t even know you…I’m gonna tell her how crazy you are…No, I don’t really think that…Jo…Jo?…We’ll talk later tonight, okay?…Are we going to the gym?…Don’t be like that…I love you…No, say it back, and don’t be like that…Okay, goodbye.”
Ronnie put her phone back in its clip, then buried her face in her hands. “I swear, she is a nut sometimes.” She looked at Ginger. “That’s my wife. She’s still working out a lot of shit in therapy.”
“Is she always like this?” asked Ginger.
“No, that’s the thing,” Ronnie said. “I think working with you is making her crazy. It’s like…all those times she went and competed in her shows, she was surrounded by beautiful people, and I didn’t say boo. Even the guy she lusted after for twenty years or so, and I said go ahead, visit him.”
“Is there something I can do?” offered Ginger.
“No! You don’t have to do anything,” Ronnie assured her. “Look, she’s seeing her therapist today. She’ll get it worked out.” She waved her hand. “We haven’t discussed how you’ll get paid or anything. So I’ll start you at thirty dollars an hour just to get you started. After three months, you get health benefits and dental.”
“Wow, that’s awesome, Ron! Thanks.” Ginger looked excited.
“I’ll make it even better,” Ronnie promised. “If let’s say you stay over a year, and you work out and help grow the business, I might bring you on as a partner.”
“Holy shit! Really?” Ginger’s mouth hung wide open.
“Yeah,” Ronnie stated. “I mean, I don’t really know what I’m doing here. I just have a business admin degree. You’re the electrical whiz! Why aren’t you working for some engineering firm?”
Ginger sighed. “I could never get the proper apprenticeships, and then no one wanted to hire me for real engineering jobs. I spent the last three years writing up manuals. Then I saw your ad and decided to try something else.”
Ronnie looked over and smiled. “Well, I’m glad you’re here.”
Ginger gasped. “Ronnie! I’m so sorry! I just realized I left my little pocket hammer back at our first appointment!”
Ronnie rolled her eyes. “Well, you’re fired.”
Ginger laughed. “Oh no! How many times have you fired me so far?”
Ronnie laughed. “That’s maybe four times now.”
The two of them got to do some rudimentary wiring at their next place, where Ronnie showed Ginger how to install a dimmer switch and run some extra wires. The next job was fixing a fence, and Ronnie made Ginger do most of the work. Ginger was extra polite and friendly, which made Ronnie relieved that she could be so professional.
In another part of town, Jolene was at her therapy session, laid out on the couch and clutching the pillow. “She’s going to leave me,” Jolene whined. “She’s found someone else.”
Dr. Fleming sighed. “Jolene, Ronnie is simply training a new employee. Do you have any evidence at all that she has romantic intentions toward this woman?”
“She must!” Jolene started to heave her breaths. “I mean, she talks about her a lot, and talks about how she looks all of the time, and I just…” She tightened up her lips. “I have something to confess.”
“Yes, Jolene,” Dr. Fleming said. “You can count on me for confidentiality.”
Jolene sighed hard. “I got an e-mail from Brent.”
Dr. Fleming wrote something down on her pad. “This is Brent, your former infatuation, correct?”
“Yes. The same man I was in love with for maybe twenty years.” Jolene sat up. “He wants to see me.”
“I see,” said Dr. Fleming, putting aside her notepad. She clasped her fingers together. “I think this would be a terrible idea, Jolene. You still appear to have unrequited feelings for him.”
Jolene avoided looking at the therapist. “He’ll only be in town for a few days. We’re very old friends, and I want to keep it that way.”
“Jolene, you can see what’s going on here,” Dr. Fleming said consolingly. “You’re paranoid that Ronnie is being unfaithful because you have a desire to do so.”
“I would never cheat on Ronnie!” Jolene folded her arms. “How could you even suggest such a thing?”
“We’re here to discuss your feelings, Jolene,” reminded Dr. Fleming. “It will do us both no good if you try to suppress them. Now, please, share with me.”
Jolene pressed her lips together. “Very well,” she stated. “I want to sleep with Brent. I sometimes think about it when I’m with Ronnie. It’s awful and dirty, but I do it.”
“What do you hope that Brent will provide you?” asked Dr. Fleming.
Jolene covered her mouth. “I mean…you know. I just wanted to know what he was like for sex. Did you ever have someone in your life like that? You just wanted to satisfy your curiosity?”
Dr. Fleming sighed. “Jolene, these sessions are not for me to discuss my own personal life.”
“Please, Dr. Fleming!” Jolene leaned in. “This will help me gain some perspective. I promise I won’t share anything beyond these walls.”
Dr. Fleming put down her pad. “It’s very common for people, even in loving and committed relationships, to imagine themselves with someone else. I am not saying that this is uncommon or even bad.”
“Well, tell me about someone you thought of,” suggested Jolene.
“It was my tennis instructor, Enrique.” Dr. Fleming looked up at the ceiling. “Oh, he was maybe thirty years old, and his legs were just amazing. I got to see him once without his shirt on, and his upper body was just so smooth and flawless. Oh.” She smiled and dangled her shoe off of her toes. “I love Marshall dearly, but every woman has one man that’s the perfect physical type. That was Enrique.”
“And that’s Brent for me!” Jolene rubbed at her forehead. “I just knew him for so long, and I have loved him for far longer than I knew poor Veronica. I was so disgusted when he cheated on poor Honey. I felt as if he had betrayed the both of us.”
Dr. Fleming picked up her pad again. “Tell me about Honey.”
Jolene hesitated. “I…just think she’s great. She’s sweet, and intelligent, and beautiful.”
“Do you love her?” asked Dr. Fleming.
“I mean…sure,” replied Jolene. “I think she’s wonderful. I’ve known her for years!”
“That’s not at all what I meant, Jolene,” said Dr. Fleming.
“Oh! No, not Honey!” Jolene chuckled. “Although…I watched her having sex. I think it was probably the most special thing I had ever seen. I mean…” She started to breathe heavily as she thought about her bachelorette party. “Just watching her, there on the bed with one of my friends, and that gorgeous young man…ohhh.”
“You see now what temptation can do to you,” Dr. Fleming stated.
“Oh, I know,” panted Jolene. “I almost had sex with the stripper. I wanted to do it. I wanted to fuck him. Honey touched me while she sucked his dick. I felt so connected with her at that moment, and I was so happy to watch her as she enjoyed herself.” She shut her eyes and took a deep breath. “That’s all a distant memory.”
“I would love to hear more about this, Jolene,” Dr. Fleming pressed. She glanced at her watch. “Oh, we’ll, uh, discuss this at our next session.”
The two of them rose, and Jolene hugged Dr. Fleming. “I’ll see you next week!” Jolene gave a wink and a wave, then left the office.
Dr. Fleming went to her phone and dialed. “Marshall, dear? Did you get them? Good. Go ahead and take one now. I’m on my way.”
Ronnie was getting Ginger up to speed on how to work on the various small jobs they had. She had admitted to Ronnie that she had never worked with tools in her entire life. Ronnie still had confidence in her new friend’s abilities.
The two of them sat in the van and ate their lunch. Ronnie had switched to salads to get her complexion under control again.
“What does Jolene do?” asked Ginger.
“She’s in commercial real estate sales,” replied Ronnie. “Now, this job pays well, but she makes ridick money. She buys a new car every three years or so.”
“She sounds like she’s pretty nice,” Ginger said with a smile.
“Oh, she’s the best, but she had a few problems,” Ronnie cautioned. “Shit from her past, you know. It made her extra nice.” She sucked in her cheeks and fluttered her eyelashes to try to look like Jolene. “Heeey, y’all!” She kissed her palm and blew it out. “Oh, sweetie! Oh, darling! Precious, do you want to go for brunch?”
Ginger laughed. “I bet she’s a lot of fun, though.”
“Yeah, and we were doing a lot of little getaways and stuff, before I started doing this.” Ronnie got out her phone and scrolled. “Look, here she is.” She held the phone up for Ginger to see. Jolene was dressed in a business suit with her horn-rimmed glasses on.
“Oh, she’s so pretty!” Ginger sighed. “Hair’s a bit short.”
“Oh, don’t even get me started!” Ronnie groaned. “I came home one day and she had hacked it right off one day. She swears she’ll grow it all out again.”
“Would you ever cut your hair?” asked Ginger.
Ronnie made a face. “No way! My hair is like my fifth-best feature.” She laughed. “I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but…she’s had speaking lessons.”
Ginger giggled. “What do you mean? Couldn’t she speak English?”
“Well, not the way she wanted,” answered Ronnie. “She had this Texan drawl, and you can still hear her slip back into it once in a while. I think she was trying to adopt this whole new persona or something. So, yeah! She got accent lessons, basically! I don’t know—she’s wonderful and I love her, but she’s fucked up, too.”
Ronnie took Ginger out to the hardware mega-store she frequented. She picked out an assortment of tools and spare parts to get her van stocked up. Ronnie showed her the various departments so that she felt more comfortable about where to go for advice.
When Ronnie arrived home after dropping off Ginger, she found Jolene preparing dinner. Jolene had changed into very short shorts and a wife-beater. Ronnie got out of her coveralls.
“It was so hot, sweetie,” Jolene mentioned. She served Ronnie and waited on her. Ronnie dutifully ate, then tried to take her own dishes to the sink. “Let me do that,” insisted Jolene. She chased Ronnie out into the living room. Ronnie got her tablet out and enjoyed one of her favourite anime shows.
Jolene came out several minutes later. Ronnie looked up to watch her wife slink out into the living room. She tried to focus on her tablet, but Jolene was making it difficult.
“Are we going to the gym?” asked Ronnie, not looking up.
“Maybe not tonight,” Jolene said sweetly. She went over to Ronnie and knelt down, then placed her hands gently on Ronnie’s knees. Ronnie let one eye wander off the tablet as she watched Jolene’s back arch up, the cute shape of her ass plain to see with her tiny shorts on.
“Ronnie,” pleaded Jolene. “Put that toy away, please.”
Ronnie turned it off, then looked into Jolene’s blue eyes. She stroked Jolene’s black hair. Ronnie noticed a few grey hairs, which made her look sexier. Ronnie grabbed a handful of black hair and held it gently. “You promised you were going to grow this out.”
Jolene smiled. “I will.” She stood up and hooker her thumbs into her shorts. “Will you worship me tonight? Please, darling?” She bit her lower lip. “I really need confidence.”
Ronnie got up and put her hands on Jolene’s waist. “I’d like that.” The two of them shared a soft kiss. Jolene walked away towards the bedroom, tearing off her shirt and breaking into a run. Ronnie got on her half-smile and went after.
Jolene was down on the floor of the bedroom doing push-ups. Ronnie stood and watched as Jolene panted and groaned. “Forty,” she wheezed. She got to her knees and let out a huge breath. She flexed and strained her face, admiring her own muscles.
“What’s with the routine?” asked Ronnie.
Jolene blew out of the side of her mouth up on her face. “I wanted to look my best.” She got up and pulled her shorts and underwear down. Jolene resumed flexing and posing.
Ronnie got her own clothes off, then walked over to Jolene. She let her hand run smoothly along Jolene’s arms, then put both hands flat on her rippling back. The line going down her back ran deep, which got Ronnie excited to touch.
Ronnie reached down and took Jolene’s ass in both hands. She kissed Jolene’s ear as she reached around and touched Jolene’s obliques. “You look so good, dear,” Ronnie whispered.
“Tell me,” Jolene moaned. “Make me feel beautiful.”
Ronnie heaved a sigh. “You’re glorious, my love,” she went on. “I want to be held in your big, strong arms.”
“Oh, I can do that, sweetheart,” Jolene purred. “Please rub my shoulders first.”
Ronnie stroked Jolene’s upper shoulders and over to her neck. She loved feeling the cords and muscles melting in her giving hands. Ronnie ducked down a bit to kiss Jolene in between the shoulder blades. “Mistress,” she said softly. “I want to worship you. Tell me what to do.”
Jolene pivoted and took Ronnie’s hands into her own. “You have made me so happy,” she said. “Come to me.”
Ronnie stepped into Jolene’s toned arms. The two of them wrapped their arms around each other and kissed deeply. Their mouths were almost fighting each other.
Jolene reached down and held onto Ronnie’s hips, then rammed her own hips in. Ronnie pulled her head back and leaned it to the side, moaning and squeezing her eyes shut. Jolene smacked her vulva into Ronnie. Ronnie held onto Jolene’s shoulders as she struggled to stay up. Her knees were quivering and she felt flush. “Oh God,” she moaned. “Fuck me, dear.” She looked into Jolene’s breathtaking blue eyes. “I apologize, mistress! I didn’t meant to swear!”
Jolene sneered. “Let it out,” she ordered. “Tell me what you want.”
“Please fuck me,” Ronnie begged. “You’re so powerful. Make me squirt. Just fuckin’ do whatever you want to me.”
The two of them got to the floor and rolled around, grasping each other and kissing as hard as they could. Jolene wrapped one of her strong legs around Ronnie’s thigh to hold her steady. Ronnie managed to get astride her love, then humped up and down. Her skin was moist from the exertion. Jolene humped her ass up to bang into Ronnie, mesmerized by Ronnie’s large tits bobbling.
“I need a dick,” Jolene panted. She got out from under Ronnie and went to the closet. She stopped for a second to push down hard on her cunt, then got over to the closet. She stepped into her strapon, then got the red attachment.
Ronnie turned and got on all fours, pressing her chest to the floor. “Fucking do it! Get inside me. Oh, wait!” She got back up on her knees and got the strapon to her face, then sucked the cock like a wild woman. Jolene hung her head back, feeling the strap under her rubbing her twat perfectly to simulate a true blowjob.
Ronnie got on all fours again and turned. “Now!”
Jolene got into position and pushed her cock in. She grabbed onto Ronnie’s hips and rammed away. The sound of wet sloshing was only drowned out by Ronnie’s grunts and screeches.
“Oh, my God, Jo!” Ronnie pushed back with her ass while Jolene did her best to pound Ronnie.
“Grrr, this isn’t enough!” Jolene pulled out of Ronnie, her dong dripping with love juice. She practically pulled Ronnie up, then got her to sit on the bed. Jolene hiked up Ronnie’s legs, tucking her arms up underneath and putting them apart. She got her dick ready, and Ronnie guided it in.
Jolene started with slow thrusts, staring Ronnie right in her eyes. Ronnie had a sneer on her face, but she was clearly enjoying the ride. Their faces were a few inches apart, and Jolene was breathing hard into Ronnie’s face. “Tell me how strong I am!”
Ronnie smiled. “You’re fuckin’ awesome! I love those arms, baby!”
Jolene moaned and shut her eyes. “I wish I was still competing.”
Ronnie panted and leaned back. “You still could, love.” She looked down. “I like how your abs get all tight when you fuck me.”
Jolene growled again, then surprised Ronnie by scooping her up and lifting her off of the bed. Jolene fucked Ronnie while up in the air. Ronnie held onto Jolene’s shoulders as her legs dangled in behind Jolene.
“Oh my God! Oh my God!” Ronnie hugged Jolene’s torso and hung on for dear life. Jolene humped her up and down for two minutes. After feeling exhausted, She walked Ronnie back over to the bed and laid her down. She pulled the fake cock out of Ronnie’s pussy, then stood there and stared down at Ronnie’s sweaty body.
Ronnie took a breath and then looked up at Jolene. She was standing there with her muscles tensed, her veins visible through her skin in some areas. Ronnie got her legs spread out and wagged her finger to invite Jolene in.
Jolene slid off the strapon and climbed on top of Ronnie. The two of them kissed and held each other. Ronnie loved the slippery feel of Jolene’s tits pressed up against hers. Their lips smacking against each other was building up their excitement.
Jolene got up on her knees, then maneuvered her pussy to push up against Ronnie’s. Jolene humped her cunt as she held onto Ronnie’s thigh. Ronnie squealed and moaned as she watched her wife fuck her with such fury.
“My love,” Ronnie said in between gasps. “You’re a fucking goddess. I love your blue eyes, baby. Oh, God!”
Jolene pulled back and got her face down by Ronnie’s pussy. She took a good look at her tight little crack for a few seconds before diving in. Jolene knew Ronnie loved to have her lips tasted before moving onto the clit. She massaged Ronnie’s twat with both thumbs before using her tongue.
Ronnie grabbed a pillow and pushed it into her face. She was getting to the point of screaming as Jolene was working on her downstairs. She took a few peeks to watch Jolene in action, her shoulders and upper back flexed and tightened. Jolene’s firm ass was up in the air, giving Ronnie a great view.
Jolene worked her fingers into Ronnie’s snatch and went in and out at top speed. Ronnie was wet with excitement. She gripped the headboard with one hand and kept her face buried in the pillow with the other hand. Ronnie’s leg shook as she let out a scream.
Jolene pulled out, then stared at Ronnie’s mound. Her pussy was vibrating as she humped her ass up and down. “Holy cow,” Jolene breathed. She got on her knees and looked up at Ronnie’s face. Ronnie had her eyes rolled back and she was in near full spasms.
“Ronnie! Sweetie!” Jolene got near Ronnie’s face and laid down next to her. “Try to breathe, dear.” She put an arm around Ronnie.
Ronnie calmed down after a minute. She looked at Jolene, almost in shock. “What happened?”
“Let me get you some water, dear.” Jolene got up and went to the bathroom, then filled a glass and brought it back. Ronnie lapped up some water, then Jolene took the glass away.
“Oh, that was insane,” said Ronnie, getting her breath back. “Do you want me to finish you off?”
Jolene laughed. “No, you rest. That was quite a show.”
The two of them cuddled under the blanket, exchanging kisses.
Jolene made plans to go visit Shaya, the young woman she had been coaching on her fitness routine. She was greeted at Shaya’s apartment and let in.
Shaya had on ass-grabbing shorts with a tight white t-shirt showing off plenty of cleavage. She gave Jolene a huge hug and let her in. Jolene had on her own tight t-shirt and jeans.
Jolene made her way over to the couch while Shaya fussed in the kitchen. “Would you like mint tea?” asked Shaya.
“That would be lovely, dear,” replied Jolene.
“You’re wearing your big glasses,” Shaya said with a chuckle.
Jolene touched her frames. “Oh, sometimes I don’t like wearing my contacts.”
“I like them,” said Shaya as she put the kettle on. She came back out and sat on the couch with Jolene. “Mama, I have a problem. You remember Jacinto?”
“I certainly do,” Jolene replied. “Please tell me you’re not seeing him anymore.”
Shaya made a sad face. “He’s still calling. I don’t think he’s been by my place, but I’m worried that will be his next thing.”
“Can you call the police?” asked Jolene.
“I talked to an officer,” Shaya said. “They said it wasn’t technically a crime.”
“Sweetheart, just block him,” Jolene recommended. “He’ll get the hint after a while.”
The buzzer to Shaya’s apartment went off. Shaya sprung up and answered. “Come on up!” She turned to Jolene. “It’s Mother.”
Jolene pushed her lips together and blinked. “Should I leave?”
“No, Mama!” Shaya held out her hand to keep Jolene seated. “Come on. I want to have you both visiting me.”
Karen Bischloss came into the door and stopped once she saw who was sitting on the couch. Shaya came up and gave her mother a quick kiss on the cheek. “Mother! Please, come in.”
Karen looked over her daughter. “For goodness sake, Shaya. Look how you’re dressed.”
“I think she looks great,” Jolene offered. “She is making a great deal of progress on her fitness.”
Karen gave Jolene a shut-the-fuck-up look.
“Mother, come in and sit down,” Shaya said. She went into the kitchen area to get the tea ready.
Karen sat way at the other end of the couch with a lemon pucker. She avoided looking at Jolene.
Jolene smiled as she crossed her legs and turned her body to better show off her toned arms. “You’re looking quite well, Karen. I would have guessed that you were training again.”
Karen nearly turned her head. “Thank you,” she mumbled. “I see you haven’t slowed down at all.”
“Oh, you’re nice to notice,” Jolene said. “I haven’t been keeping the same routine. I like doing the harder muscle routines.”
Karen stole a glance. “Well, it’s working.” She sighed. “How is Ronnie?”
“Oh, she’s doing wonderfully,” Jolene responded. “She’s started her own business! She even has a new employee. I’m so proud of her.”
“Is she intending to compete again?” asked Karen. She actually turned to look at Jolene.
“She didn’t care for it,” Jolene said. “It’s not for everybody. I was so happy to see her win her first competition.” She put her hand out. “Oh, no offense to poor Shaya, though. She is a beautiful young woman.”
Karen’s edges of her mouth twitched. “She certainly is. I’m…proud of her, too.”
Shaya brought over the tea on a tray and set it down. She sat between Karen and Jolene, patting both their knees. “This is so much fun!”
“I just hope I’m not intruding,” Karen said.
“No, Mother,” Shaya answered with a smile. “Jolene has been so nice to me! She’s even been giving me advice on how to defend myself.”
“I had a little bit of an issue before,” Jolene told Karen. “I learned some self-defense while I was doing my heavier training.”
Karen sipped her tea. “I had no idea the two of you were getting so close.”
“Hey, I always meant to ask,” Shaya said. “Why did you two never get along?”
Jolene smiled. “Oh, I don’t even remember. I imagine we were both being rather silly.”
Karen held her teacup and stared forward. “I remember quite well.” She slowly turned her head to stare at Jolene. “You…seduced my assistant.”
Jolene’s eyes went wide. “I did what?”
Shaya laughed and clapped her hands. “All right, Jo!”
Karen shot a look at her daughter. She then looked back at Jolene. “You remember Baylee, yes?”
Jolene looked forward as her mouth fell open. “Baylee…”
“You took that innocent girl and made her into one of your playthings!” She looked at Shaya. “Perhaps we shouldn’t discuss this now.”
Shaya sputtered. “Mother, I am an adult! I’ve heard a lot. I’ve done a lot!” Karen pushed her lips together and looked away.
“I just enjoyed Baylee’s company was all,” Jolene retorted. “She was a very sweet young woman. What did I have to do with it?”
Karen avoided eye contact. “Baylee was responsible for…applying my body toner. Once I knew she and you had…you know…I couldn’t have her…touching me.”
Jolene’s mouth hung open. “You were worried that Baylee was going to enjoy touching you!”
Karen scoffed. “That had nothing to do with it! I just…couldn’t believe you would try to move in on my fitness routine. This was clearly an attempt to psych me out.”
Jolene rolled her eyes. “Karen, I have never heard anything so absurd. I liked everyone at the competitions.”
Karen sputtered. “Yeah, apparently.”
Jolene’s mouth hung open. Shaya held up her hands. “Both of you, stop. Mother, Jolene doesn’t want to argue with you. Jolene, you should not have had sex with Mother’s helper.”
Jolene touched her ear and turned her head. “You wouldn’t say that had you been there.”
“I want you two to shake hands,” Shaya ordered. “You’re both making me upset, and if you both care about me, you’ll put your differences aside.” She sat back and folded her arms, then she glowered at them both. “Well?”
Jolene extended her hand first. Karen stared at it for an eternity, then slowly reached over her daughter’s lap and took Jolene’s hand.
“There!” Shaya gave them both a gentle tap on the knees. “Don’t you feel better now?”
Jolene smiled. “Yes! I just touched a sexy woman.”
Karen exhaled and rolled her eyes. Jolene reached over and tried to put her arms around Karen. “Give me a kiss. I won’t tell your husband.”
Karen stood up and growled. “Leave me out of that!”
Shaya laughed. “Oh, sit down, Mother. She’s teasing.”
Jolene, Shaya, and Karen sat for a few hours, sharing stories and laughing. Karen was letting her guard down. She admitted that losing Baylee was not entirely what caused her to quit bodybuilding. Jolene apologized, but Karen assured her that it was not her fault. Jolene offered to take Karen to the gym again if she wanted to get back into shape. This seemed to please Karen, and Jolene saw her do something she hadn’t done in a long time—smile.
Jolene had her appointment with Dr. Fleming the next week. After discussing the reconciliation with Karen, Jolene got Dr. Fleming to lie down on the couch. She grabbed the pad and pen and assumed her usual spot in the chair. “Tell me about your love life, doctor.”
Dr. Fleming hugged the throw pillow to her chest. “Marsh was magnificent. He’s back to his usual self.”
“So was he able to achieve full hardness?” asked Jolene.
“Yes! Like a twenty-year-old,” Dr. Fleming replied. “Oh, it’s great to be able to express love with my man again.”
“Did you do anything special for him?” asked Jolene.
Dr. Fleming laughed so hard she had to cover her mouth. “I licked his balls,” she admitted. “I also let him finish, you know…on the tits.”
“Good for you!” Jolene smiled and sat up in the chair. “You should feel free to express yourself with your significant other. I know Ronnie and I love to feel free to explore and share.” She clicked her lips. “Actually, Ronnie has not shared a whole lot of her fantasies. Hmm.”
Dr. Fleming sat up. “Jolene, thank you for doing this with me, too. I don’t know many clients who would feel comfortable with switching roles like this. Oh, but I must ask that we keep this between ourselves.”
“I wouldn’t tell anyone,” Jolene assured her.
“You’re very good at this,” Dr. Fleming said. “Have you ever considered going into practice?”
“Goodness, no!” Jolene covered her mouth to laugh. “I didn’t even go to college. It sounds like a great deal of fun, though.”
Dr. Fleming assumed her spot in the chair while Jolene moved back to the couch. “I have one more thing to discuss,” Jolene started. “Brent will be here this Friday. ” She stopped to look Dr. Fleming in the eye. “I wish to see him.”
Dr. Fleming nodded. “Jolene, this would be injurious to your relationship. I think someone like you would be well advised not to put yourself in a compromising position. Brent is a wonderful part of your past, and there he should stay.” She leaned in and touched Jolene’s hand. “Ronnie sounds like a perfect match for you.”
Jolene nodded slowly, then smiled. “I think you’re right.”
The two of them stood up, and Dr. Fleming held out her arms as Jolene stepped in for a hug. “Thank you, Dr. Fleming,” Jolene said. She left the office and headed for home.
Friday was a special day for Ronnie and Ginger. Ronnie had no appointments set up so that the two of them could go to the auto dealership.
“So tell me about the place again,” Ginger requested.
“It’s called Seguaro Sands,” Ronnie replied as they got out of the van. “It’s all-inclusive, and it’s on one of the most beautiful man-made lakes you ever saw. Me and Jo just go up to get away from it all once in a while. We just wanted to show you how much we appreciate what you’re doing for us.”
“I…have my own room, right?” Ginger smiled nervously.
Ronnie scoffed with a smile. “Yeah! What did you think we were going to do to you up there?”
“I don’t know!” Ginger giggled as Ronnie gave her a playful shove. “Oh, is that the van?”
The helper pulled the new van up, decorated with Ronnie’s decal. Her cartoon face with her trademark half-smile and holding out her arms was in full view.
“Ooh, I get to drive around with your face!” Ginger laughed again.
Ronnie stood next to her decal caricature, then made the half-smirk and held her arms out. “Dead ringer, right?”
“When’s Jolene going to join us?” asked Ginger.
“I better check,” said Ronnie as she whipped out her phone. She dialed up Jolene. “Hey, baby. You coming out soon?…Okay, soon as you finish with your appointment, head up. We should be there by then. Love ya!” She kissed into the phone and hung up. “Let’s drop this off at your place and get your stuff. We can take my van up.”
Jolene sat outside the hotel in her Mercedes, wondering what she was going to do. She knew what Dr. Fleming would say, and how disappointed Ronnie would be that she had to lie to her about having an appointment.
She sighed, then got out of her car. She went up into the hotel and into the elevator. She took some time to straighten out her sundress. She went with a flowing blue number with spaghetti straps and some alluring high heels. She figured she would give Brent a chance to see what he had missed out on.
She went to the door and knocked. There was no answer for a while, so Jolene was prepared to bail out and go. She stopped when she heard the door opening.
There he was, in full muscular glory. He was wearing only a towel, and his skin was shiny and slick from the shower. His eyes lit up when he saw her. “Jo!” He smiled that winning smile of his with those shining teeth.
Jolene breathed heavily upon seeing him, and she caught herself checking out his lower half. “Come on in,” Brent offered. Jolene pulled forward at high speed as Brent closed the door.
“Brent, I just wanted to tell you that I was sorry to hear about you and Honey,” Jolene mentioned. “I was also very cross with you.”
“Uh huh,” uttered Brent. “What else did she tell you? Did she tell you about not sleeping with me for two years?”
Jolene looked into Brent’s eyes for a change. “She didn’t tell me that.”
“Yeah.” Brent went to sit down on the desk. Jolene was straining to see up the towel without seeming obvious. “It’s all well and good to talk about loyalty, but if a man isn’t being looked after in a committed relationship, he gets desperate.”
Jolene pictured what she could have done for her man had the two of them got together. “Then maybe you know what I went through. I’m still embarrassed that you turned me down.”
“It wasn’t easy, Jo,” Brent replied. “I didn’t want you to make a mistake.”
“I wanted to make a huge mistake,” Jolene mumbled. She hugged herself, trying to prop her breasts up. She stole glances at Brent’s giant quads. For a man of nearly fifty, Brent showed no signs of slowing down.
Brent chuckled. “Is that a fact?” He stood up and tightened his chest muscles. “What made you come out here?”
Jolene leaned up against the wall and looked off to the side. “I missed you. I still love you, Brent.” She looked at her gorgeous man-crush. “What happened to the other girl?”
“Kim and I didn’t have a lot in common,” Brent responded as he shook his head. “I like Cheap Trick, and she was one.” Jolene snickered. “I couldn’t have cared less about PosterFace or whatever apps she used, but it’s the kind of stuff she rambled on about. I missed Honey more than anything then, but it was too late for us.”
Jolene let out a sad groan. “I think Honey has been lonely ever since the divorce.” She then remembered watching Honey getting fucked right in front of her at her wild bachelorette party. “I, uh, don’t think she’s seen anyone.”
“I think about you all the time, Jo,” Brent admitted. Jolene noticed Brent was starting to stand at attention. “You’re really coming along with your muscles.”
Jolene looked down at her biceps, then gave them a good flex. Brent stepped forward and held out his hands. “Let’s feel.”
Jolene pulled back at first, then relented. She raised her arms up and gave a good flex.
“Oh, wow,” Brent said as his eyes had a glint to them. He took Jolene’s bicep in one hand, then had her shoulder in the other. “I mean, you put on a bit of weight, but it’s all in the right places.”
Jolene panted and let out a small moan. “Oh, baby,” she breathed. “This isn’t fair! You know how much I like this.”
Brent leaned down and gave the bicep a kiss. He moved in close to her face. “No one has to know.” He gave Jolene a kiss on the cheek. She placed her hands flat on his gorgeous sculpted chest.
Jolene looked at Brent, then pushed her lips up to his. Brent felt all up and down, feeling her tit and grabbing a handful of her ass. She heard the distinct sound of Brent’s towel hitting the floor. She pulled away from his tender lips to sneak a peek. He had probably the most amazing cock Jolene had ever seen.
Brent reached down and fiddled with her pussy under her skirt, pushing her tiny panties aside. Jolene lifted up her leg while she stroked his massive cock. The two of them kissed and felt each other, until Brent decided he was ready.
He put his cock right up to her pussy and stroked back and forth. Jolene threw her head back and grunted, her lips pulled back into a sneer. She had waited for so many years to have this happen. Brent grabbed his cock and made the attempt to push in.
“No!” Jolene pulled away, still panting. She looked at Brent standing there, all of his large muscles in full flex. “I’m sorry, Brent!” She turned away, rolling her eyes as she pushed her palm into her privates. “Oh God, I wanted this, but I can’t.” She looked back again just to sneak a peek at his stiff cock. “Fuck.”
Brent bent down and got his towel to cover himself up again. “I don’t want to pressure you,” he assured her. “I think Ronnie’s really nice.”
Jolene tried her best to catch her breath. “What have I done? My therapist was right—this was a horrible idea.” She gasped. “Oh, Brent! I didn’t mean it like that!”
Brent gave a half-smile. “I’m just no good, Jo,” he admitted. “You probably had this idealized image of me, but this is what I do. You’re not a cheater, Jo.”
“I’ve been tempted too many times,” Jolene confessed. “I still have a lot of work to do on myself.” She stepped up to Brent. “I’ll always love you, darling.” She took the back of his neck and gave him a kiss. “I can’t ever see you again. I’m so sorry, dear.”
Brent gave her a hug. “Go find Ronnie. Probably don’t mention this happened.”
Jolene winced. “Oh, I feel terrible lying to her, though.”
“This won’t end well if you admit to it,” Brent told her. “I’m just as guilty. Just forgive yourself and move on. Nothing happened.”
Jolene sighed, then exited the room. She walked down the hallway, banging her fist into her hip. “Stupid! Stupid! You have to make this up to her!”
Ronnie and Ginger checked into Seguaro Sands later in the afternoon. Ginger settled into her own room, while Ronnie got set up and changed in the large suite meant for her and Jolene. The two of them agreed to go for a quick swim before dinner. They went down to the beach, each in their t-shirts and shorts.
When they got set up on the beach, Ginger got her shirt and shorts off. She stood there and put her hands behind her, waiting for the assessment. “Do I look okay?”
Ronnie stood and examined Ginger’s body. “Really nice! You got a good body, girl! Nice and tall, too.” She took off her own t-shirt and slid the shorts off, then stood with her hands on her hips.
Ginger gasped. “Jesus, fuck! You didn’t tell me you were hiding a body like that under your coveralls!”
Ronnie was wearing her teeny tiny black bikini, the one that let her tits spill out over the side. The spaghetti straps were doing a great amount of work. Her bottoms were riding up way over her hips, and the string up her ass left nothing to the imagination. She tugged at the straps to jiggle her tits. “Yeah, I guess I’m okay. Oh, are you gonna mack on some cute boys while you’re here?” She pointed toward the ocean at two guys playing football. They had athletic builds and were probably in their early twenties.
Ginger looked back at them, then looked back and giggled. “Holy shit, girl! They’re a little young.”
Ronnie winked. “Sometimes a girl needs to treat herself.”
“Holy shit, though,” Ginger said as she admired Ronnie’s curvy body. “Jolene must have to watch out for everyone else at the beach, right?”
Ronnie froze her stare and twisted her lips up. “You would think so. But guess what? I get no attention on the beach when she’s around. Geez, I went and filled out just to get upstaged.”
Ginger was confused. “Well, what is it about her?”
Ronnie was about to answer when she looked toward the resort, and saw a familiar figure. “You’re going to find out.”
Jolene strolled down to the beach, wearing her own maroon bikini. Ginger’s eyes went wide as more of her body’s details came into view. Jolene’s leg muscles rippled with every step, and her upper body looked nice and tight. She was wearing her large dark sunglasses, her black hair blowing in the gentle breeze.
“Oh my God,” Ginger whispered.
Ronnie stood there with her hands on her hips. “Told ya.”
Jolene walked over and stood next to Ronnie. She stroked her cheek, then went in for a long kiss. Ginger grimaced and looked away.
Jolene kept her eyes locked onto Ronnie’s. “Sorry I was late,” she said. “I thought I had something to do.” She leaned in and whispered in her ear, “I’ll make it up to you.”
Ronnie had on a huge smile as Jolene went over to Ginger. “So you’re the young woman who is working with my Ronnie!” She smiled as she looked Ginger up and down. “Well, I need to thank you. It’s so good to have my Ronnie back to normal again.” She grabbed Ginger in a huge hug.
Ginger smiled as she stood there, giving Jolene small pats to return the hug. Jolene stood back and laid her hands on Ginger’s shoulders. “My goodness! Look how tall you are! Oh, you have a gorgeous body, too.”
Ginger covered her mouth. “Oh my God! Seriously?”
Jolene stepped back. “Well, let’s get a quick swim in before dinner!”
After their dip, the three of them went back to their rooms to change. Jolene took them down to Dusty’s On the Lake, the restaurant in the resort. Ginger appeared to enjoy cheeseburgers as much as Ronnie.
After dinner, Ginger said she would retire to her room for the night. Jolene and Ronnie got in and started stripping down.
“You were looking at me all night,” Ronnie giggled as she pulled her panties down. She stood there naked while Jolene folded up her dress.
Jolene took her time. She was still feeling guilty about how close she came to cheating on her. She felt like she had used her long friendship with Brent to justify her actions, which she knew deep down was wrong. Her life with Ronnie was wonderful, and she went and jeopardized it all for one fling. She swore this was her last time getting tempted. Jolene only hoped that Brent would still want to stay friends, although keeping him at a distance was the best for her.
“Honey?” Jolene turned while in her bra and panties. “I just want to say I think you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”
Ronnie smiled, then did a few quick hops. She waved her arms at Jolene. “Come on! I wanna see ’em!”
Jolene laughed as she reached in behind her. “Dear Veronica, you’re in need of some discipline.”
Ronnie giggled. “Ooh, you promise?”
Jolene got her bra off, then slid of her underpants. The two of them embraced and kissed hard. Ronnie raised up a leg and wrapped it around Jolene’s muscly thigh. Jolene grabbed Ronnie’s ass with both hands.
Jolene pulled her face away and leaned into Ronnie’s ear. “We should go outside.”
Ronnie looked in Jolene’s eyes and smiled. “Yeah!”
Their room was ground-floor, as were all the other rooms in the resort. The two of them went down on the steps that lead up to their room. Jolene grabbed a rough blanket from the room and slung it over her shoulder. The sun had gone down over an hour ago.
Ronnie walked along and looked up at the sky. They were far enough from the major cities that they could see a decent amount of stars out. “I like doing this,” she said to Jolene. “I feel so alive out in nature like this.”
There was hardly any light where they settled, in between three large rocks. Jolene spread out the blanket and sat down. She could still make out the silhouette of her wife’s sexy body. Ronnie hugged her torso under her large breasts as she gazed up into the sky. She then looked down at Jolene and joined her on the blanket.
“Aren’t you worried someone will see us?” asked Ronnie.
Jolene answered with a kiss. The two of them held each other and tussled on the blanket. Ronnie got on top and humped up and down, while Jolene played with her tits.
Ronnie moaned and thrashed her head around, then stopped. She whipped her hair all around. “Did you hear something? I think someone’s watching us!”
Jolene let out a large moan. “I don’t care.” The two of them resumed.
After five minutes, Jolene got Ronnie to roll onto her back while Jolene locked in for a good scissoring. The two of them humped and bucked under the pale light of the moon.
Jolene wanted to taste Ronnie, so they slipped into a 69 and lapped away on each other. Jolene could not help but think about her encounter with Brent earlier that day. She thought about the many close calls she had since she knew Ronnie, about how she almost fucked the hot stripper, or how she wanted Hyo so badly, and now Brent. She decided that she was going to change her focus with Dr. Fleming, and use her sessions to tackle her inclinations toward infidelity.
Meanwhile, she had the woman she loved laying on top of her, her cunt right in her face. She licked and fiddled with Ronnie’s mound with fury as she felt her own pussy getting serviced.
“I’m…just glad…” panted Ronnie, “we’re out here…so Ginger…unnnnh…couldn’t hear us!”
Jolene was too busy using her tongue to answer. She loved the feeling of Ronnie cumming, and she did not want to stop now. Jolene got her finger in to play with Ronnie’s pearl while she lapped away at Ronnie’s tight pussy. Ronnie gave a few squirts as her ass bobbed up and down. The sensation of the warmth hitting her made Jolene cum as well.
The two of them laid out on the blanket and kissed. Jolene still had Brent on her mind. That cock of his still haunted her memories. She was also disappointed that she did not act on it sooner. She could have easily offered herself up for a threesome. It might have even saved Brent and Honey’s marriage. Knowing that they at least touched genitals together would have to be the best she could have hoped for.
Ronnie was nuzzling Jolene’s neck. “What ya thinking about?”
Jolene sighed. “Therapy. I think I need more.”
Ronnie stroked Jolene’s hair. “Take your time, love.”
Jolene got herself and Ronnie up, then threw the blanket around Ronnie. The two of them made way back to their room, hoping no one saw them come in. They shook the sand off of themselves, then got into bed. The two of them talked in low voices for thirty minutes before falling asleep.
The next week, Jolene decide Ronnie deserved a reward. Jolene wore a special black strapless dress that hugged her toned body. The skirt barely covered her ass, and she had on her special black platforms with the ankle straps. She wore a velvet ribbon around her neck.
She drove Ronnie to the special destination and got out, running over as fast as she could in her extra high shoes to open Ronnie’s car door.
Ronnie came out, dressed in a charcoal grey suit and black shoes, with a silk tie specifically picked out by Jolene. She had her hair braided and wrapped up under a fedora.
“This is awesome, girl,” Ronnie marvelled. She held out her arms and cocked her hips. “Do I look all right?”
Jolene fiddled with her earring. “You look gorgeous, darling,” she replied. “Remember, tonight is your night.” She walked over and adjusted Ronnie’s tie, giving her tits a playful jiggle right after. Ronnie laughed and pulled away.
The two of them walked up to the building. “Tassels?” asked Ronnie. “Wow! Have you ever been here?”
“I was…curious,” answered Jolene. She was not ready to have a discussion about what she and her trainer were getting up to out of the gym.
The two made their way to the door, where a thick-necked bouncer was waiting.
“Good evening,” the man said to them. “Welcome to Tassels. It’s fifty for the door cover.”
Jolene opened her tiny purse and pulled out a hundred and gave it to the man. The bouncer gestured to the door. “Have a pleasant time, ma’am.” He looked at Ronnie. “You too…sir?”
Ronnie and Jolene entered. Jolene heard the bouncer exhale and say, “Some muscles. Damn.”
Jolene led Ronnie to a booth. The place was crowded, but not to the point of being uncomfortable. They sat down and a server came by to get their drink orders. Ronnie wanted to shoot straight whiskey, while Jolene got a martini. The two of them sat and watched as a girl danced up on the catwalk.
“Look, sweetie,” Jolene said as she pointed. “You can see the scars on the side. I don’t have those!”
“Your boobies look awesome, dear!” Ronnie took a swig, then gave Jolene a wink.
The two of them sat and watched for some time. There was a trio of girls who came out to dance with the audience. The skinny Asian in the green bikini headed right for the girls’ booth and danced for them.
Jolene gave Ronnie a gentle tap. “You always have the Asians attracted to you!”
Ronnie kept her eye on the girl as she took off her top. Her nipples were big and erect, probably from the boob job. She leaned in close to Ronnie and got her tits right next to Ronnie’s face. Ronnie held her hands up over her head and did little shuffles in her seat.
The dancer leaned over and rubbed Jolene’s bicep. “You would be awesome up on that stage,” she purred. Jolene gave it a good flex, and the dancer’s eyes went wide. She went to another table.
“Oh, we need tipping money!” Jolene got up and got a sizeable amount of the club money, then took it to Ronnie, giving her the entire stack. “See if you can get her back!”
They had to wait a few minutes, but the girl came back and did a great dance for Ronnie. Ronnie stuck the bills in her bikini bottom, then the dancer leaned in and whispered something in Ronnie’s ear. Ronnie looked at the girl and shook her head, then the stripper moved on.
Jolene tapped Ronnie on the shoulder. “Sweetie, did you want a private dance? There are special rooms reserved for it.”
Ronnie shrugged and looked right at Jolene. “If you want to! I wouldn’t mind.” She glanced around the room. “See anyone you like?”
They got their second drinks and relaxed for a bit. Jolene took great interest in a redhead, who had an athletic set of legs but also large breasts. Ronnie shook her head in disapproval. “They look too fake!”
After w awhile, they saw what they were looking for. The girl walked with her shoulders pulled back, and had a sparkling smile. She also had some of the fiercest blue eyes they had ever seen. She had lovely black hair that made small wisps into her face. They both agreed a full natural was a way to go, and her breasts were perky but not too large. She had on a tiny pink bikini.
The stripper saw the two of them and made a straight line. She sat down and put her arm around Ronnie. “One of the girls told me there were these two gorgeous ladies out here waiting for some attention.” She took notice of Jolene’s muscles right away. She reached her hand out a few inches from Jolene’s arm. “Can I see?”
Jolene nodded, and the girl grabbed and pressed the bicep. “That’s so hot!” She let go and put her arm on Ronnie’s thigh. “Let’s go somewhere private! My name’s Diamond.”
The three of them made their way back to a VIP room. The room was different from the one Jolene and Hyo were in. Ronnie went in and sat down on the couch.
Jolene turned to the stripper. “Is Cubby working tonight?”
Diamond paused to think. “Oh! I remember her. She married some Iranian millionaire guy.”
Jolene clicked her lips. “Darn. Oh, I mean, I’m glad you’re here. I just…saw her before.”
Diamond laughed. “I’ll try my best to help you out. So it’s fifty for five minutes.”
Jolene opened up her little purse again and pulled out three hundred dollar bills. “This set us up nicely last time.”
Diamond’s eyes went wide as she took the bills. She tucked them away and put her hand on Jolene’s shoulder. “I’ll tell you what—whatever you two want to do. This is a special room—no one watching here.”
Jolene hustled over to the couch in her heels and sat down, crossing her legs over. Ronnie had settled in nicely. “What’s she got planned for us?” she asked Jolene.
Jolene just winked and folded her arms.
The music came on, and Diamond started her dance routine. Her style of dance was fast and more of a hip-hop style. She liked to turn around and show off her rounded ass. Ronnie laughed and whooped while Jolene rested her chin in her hand and admired the athleticism.
Diamond was not quite as flexible as Cubby, but she had her own charm to her. Diamond made her way over to the couch, then leaned over Ronnie’s lap and propped herself up with her arms right next to Jolene. “You ever do dancing, honey?”
Jolene pointed at Ronnie. “She’s the special one tonight.” She put a finger under Diamond’s chin. “Will you do me this favour and make my girl feel special?”
Diamond turned her head to glance at Ronnie, then smiled and flicked her eyebrows. “Be my pleasure.”
Ronnie smiled widely as Diamond shifted over and got her tits right by Ronnie’s head. She put her hands on Ronnie’s shoulders and threw her leg over to sit in Ronnie’s lap. She ground her ass right into Ronnie as she whipped her body around to shake her tits. “I love your suit,” panted Diamond. “You got big boobs under there, don’t you?”
Ronnie nodded as she wiggled around, trying to match Diamond’s thrusting. She finally got the courage to put her hands on Diamond’s hips. Diamond laughed, then took Ronnie’s right hand and moved it to her tits.
Ronnie appeared horrified and looked at Jolene. Jolene just nodded. “Enjoy yourself, darling.”
Ronnie kept her hand on Diamond’s tit as she humped away. Diamond had some wonderful C-cups on her, and Jolene was anxious to get to see them. She got her legs open and leaned back in anticipation.
Diamond reached back and finally took her top off. Ronnie went back to holding onto Diamond’s hips as she was mesmerized by the perky tits. Diamond had almost no sag, and her nipples were like little pencil erasers.
“Wow! Something’s poking me,” remarked Diamond.
“I’m wearing something for security,” Ronnie mumbled.
Jolene leaned in and kissed Ronnie’s neck. She reached down under the coat and felt up Ronnie’s tit. “Enjoy this, dearest,” she whispered into Ronnie’s ear. Ronnie’s head leaned back as she shut her eyes.
Diamond stood up and turned around. She stuck her thumbs into her bottoms and looked over her shoulder. With a sly smile, she slid the bottoms off, bending down as she did so. Her clam was fully visible from behind. She stood up and turned around, then kicked off her heels and went back to the couch. She got up on her knees and rested a breast on Ronnie’s head as she looked over to Jolene. “So what are we doing here?”
Jolene looked at Ronnie. “Veronica, darling. Would you like to let Diamond watch us make love?”
Ronnie stared forward with her mouth hung open. “Oh my God, girl!” Jolene appeared to want a serious answer. “Okay.”
Jolene reached down to undo Ronnie’s zipper. She leaned over, getting her ass up in the air, and took out Ronnie’s strapon dildo. It was the pink one, which Jolene liked for the texture. She sucked wildly on it as Ronnie rested her hand on Jolene’s head.
“Wow, you two are kinky,” Diamond squealed. She took of Ronnie’s fedora and put it on herself, then took Ronnie’s head in her arms and rubbed her jugs in her face.
Jolene pulled the cock out of her mouth, then got up to straddle Ronnie’s lap. She hiked up her skirt, showing she went commando the entire night. Jolene’s pussy was moist and swollen, ready to go.
Jolene worked the fake dick into her snatch, then let it slowly work in and out of her. Diamond had helped Ronnie take off her coat, then unbuttoned her shirt. Diamond reached in and rubbed Ronnie’s tit, working it out of the bra. Jolene watched as she pumped her ass up and down. “Go ahead and kiss her,” instructed Jolene.
Diamond gave Ronnie a kiss on the lips. This got Jolene going, so she humped her twat even harder. She pulled her dress top down, showing off her tits.
Diamond took her attention away from Ronnie. “Aw, fuck.” She leaned in and licked Jolene’s tit. Jolene threw her head back as she felt the sensation coursing through her.
Jolene pulled out and stood up, then turned around. She bent down and held her ankles, still in her high heels. Ronnie got up and inserted her strapon into her wife. Jolene grunted as she got pushed forward from the fucking she was getting. She held on tight as she felt Ronnie pounding her.
Jolene tried to look up in between her legs to see what was happening. Diamond was standing right next to Ronnie, and she assumed the two of them were kissing. Jolene felt a few hands on her ass while she got fucked. Sweat was dripping down her leg as she took the pounding.
Diamond had strolled her way over to Jolene’s front, then laid down on the floor right in front of Jolene. Diamond rubbed herself as Jolene laid her hands flat on the floor. Ronnie was fucking away for all she was worth at this point.
Jolene got Ronnie to pull out, then took off her heels. She got on her knees on the floor, while Ronnie reached around and put her arms around Jolene. Jolene looked back and the two of them locked lips. Ronnie gave Jolene a gentle push forward to get her to get on all fours. Ronnie pushed her way in again, then held onto Jolene’s hips as she fucked away.
Diamond was still fiddling with herself, keeping eye contact with Jolene. Jolene sneered as she watched Diamond rubbing her pussy. She loved the way Diamond’s nipples got so erect, as well as the way her tits looked—just the perfect roundness with small aereolae.
Jolene could not hold it anymore, and had a powerful orgasm. Ronnie fell back onto the couch, then struggled to get her pants and her strapon off. “Come and eat me out,” she moaned.
Jolene gave herself a minute to get her composure, then turned around and got her face in Ronnie’s cunt. Ronnie’s shirt was left open and she was bottomless. She got her feet up onto the couch to get her legs wide open, as Jolene licked away. Diamond danced in the background, still taking small breaks to rub her labia.
Ronnie’s leg started to shake. Jolene got up on the couch next to Ronnie and kissed her as Ronnie rubbed herself to completion. Diamond stood and watched.
The three of them got their clothes back on. Ronnie walked out of the VIP room. Jolene and Diamond stood by as Jolene got an extra two hundred out of her little purse. As she handed it to Diamond, Jolene went for a small kiss on the lips. “You did well. Thank you for your gentleness.” She walked off, taking Ronnie’s arm and exiting the club.
After they went out the front door, Ronnie tipped her hat down. “That was something else, girl. But, uh…that’s just a one-time thing, right?”
Jolene kissed Ronnie on the cheek. “If that’s what you want, dearest.” In her mind, she had made up for her own indiscretion. Jolene decided that her contact with Brent had to end. Her time with Dr. Fleming was going to have to be extended.