She was filled to the brim in her pussy and ass, not altogether unpleasant but invasive. She released another shudder, trying to remain still, but couldn’t, especially when Gen straddled her legs and her heavy breath fanned her butt cheeks.
“Rock back and forth for me.” Gen pumped the dildo inside her slowly as her mouth rubbed her ass.
She did what her wife told her to do, and tears fell down her cheeks from the burn. She could barely stay conscious and released a high-pitched squeal when Gen’s tongue skimmed the edges of her rosebud.
“Oh God! This is so…I…” She slurred in a hoarse whisper, her throat sore and her lips raw and chapped. She couldn’t last much longer, and when Gen’s tongue went farther into her asshole and the pulsing toy in deeper, she screamed and tumbled into darkness.
The last things she remembered were her arms released and Gen holding her close. Wet drops fell on her face as Gen cried her own release among whispers of love that helped her succumb to a deep slumber.
CHAPTER THREE
She’s so precious to me. Genevieve drew on her white robe and matching satin pajama bottoms while she peered at her young wife sleeping. It was late morning, and she’d just risen since she and Deborah had fallen into an exhausted slumber after hours of loving each other. She’d allow Deborah to sleep uninterrupted for a while longer before their yoga instructor arrived for their lesson.
Stretching her arms high above her head, she continued watching Deborah, who lay on her stomach with the sheet low over her ass. Noticing the stains on the sheets from the lubrication gel and their dried fluids, she frowned. Now they would have to be washed and replaced due to their carelessness. Sometimes she blamed Deborah for making her want to spent hours eating her wife’s pussy.
Deborah moaned and shifted to her back. A thrill shot up her spine upon seeing the big purple bruise the size of a quarter on Deborah’s collarbone, as well as the red spots on her chest and a rash near her nipples where she had sucked and nibbled.
Pleased she’d marked her, and with one last soft kiss on Deborah’s cheek, she grabbed her cell phone and left the room, pausing in the doorway to watch her comatose wife. The pillows and covers on the floor and the dildo and anal toy on the far corner of the bed made her smile.
She closed the door and walked down the stairs where Teresa was dusting a vase.
“Good morning, Mrs. Murnay. You look well rested,” Teresa complimented as she made her way across the foyer.
She did feel rested and was in a fabulous mood. “I had a wonderful night’s sleep, as did Mrs. Murnay. I assume you have brunch waiting for us near the veranda. I would like some coffee and yogurt to start. My wife will join me later since she’s still sleeping.”
“Yes, ma’am. Everything is as you suggested yesterday when you reviewed the meals for today. The Stewart siblings are cleaning the pool.” The maid pointed out the window.
She lightly grunted. She preferred some privacy while she enjoyed the sunshine and her breakfast, but since both siblings were attractive, especially the spirited nineteen-year-old Patty, she didn’t mind their imposition.
“That’s perfectly fine.” She smiled at Teresa, who nodded respectfully.
Not caring what Teresa thought either way, she told her to carry on and walked toward the back as she punched in her password for her voice messages. Walking out on the patio, she listened to a message from her head financial advisor regarding her quarterly trip to Las Vegas to meet with the stockholders of her highly successful multimillion-dollar construction company that once belonged to her now-deceased father.
“Hello, Mrs. Murnay!” Patty waved as she took out the long pool skimmer. Her twin brother, Paul, did the same while he vacuumed the bottom of the pool. Brother and sister were dressed alike, in aquamarine T-shirts emblazoned with their family’s company logo and tight white shorts accentuating their tanned legs nicely.
If only she wasn’t married and in love with Deborah, she’d have taken little Miss Peppy Sunshine to the pool house long ago and made her own little personal plaything. She sighed, wishing Deborah would at least try a threesome, but then again, she’d have to share her with another person. That was unacceptable.
Taking her sunglasses out of their case, she pulled them over her eyes and walked to a table topped with a large white umbrella that blocked the bright desert sun. Before she could sit, Teresa appeared with a carafe of coffee and a bowl of yogurt and mixed fruit.
She settled back in her chair while Teresa laid out everything before her. Genevieve poured her coffee and Patty arrived with her backpack.
“Sorry to intrude on your breakfast, but Paul and I are about finished here.” She smiled, her sandy brown braid swinging over her shoulder.
Patty’s chest pushed against her T-shirt. Her large nipples poked through, and she couldn’t help but wonder if Patty was excited to see her, or perhaps she forgot to wear a bra or a bathing suit top with enough padding. Either way, it was an enjoyable sight, much like Deborah’s nipples that never stayed dormant for long.
“As always, I appreciate the job you and Paul do. Teresa will give you both your pay before you leave. It’s in cash, so you don’t have to worry about going to the bank. I put in a little extra.”
“Thanks a bunch, Mrs. Murnay!” Patty hopped slightly in her sneakers, and Genevieve nodded in response as she sipped her coffee. Ah yes, the teen was nice to look at but nothing much more. Too young—too innocent and too unbearably annoying.
“Oh, before I forget, will you give these to Debbie?” Patty took out three paperbacks and placed them on the table.
“Debbie?” She lowered her cup to her saucer with a slight crack.
Oblivious to the sudden change in her demeanor, Patty nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, Mrs. M said I should call her Debbie. Anyways, Debbie’s been letting me borrow books from your library since I barely can get to the one in town. She gives me two or three books when I come to clean the pool and we end up discussing what I’ve read.”
“Isn’t…that’s nice.” She breathed loudly through her nose and clenched her spoon in a tight grip.
“I hope you don’t mind—”
“No, not at all. It just came as a surprise since Debbie never told me.” She pointed to the chair next to her and sent the teen a tranquil smile. “Since your brother is still cleaning up, why don’t you sit and tell me what you and Debbie have talked about?”
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The cramping in her calf woke Deborah out of a sound sleep. She sat up in bed and rubbed the sore muscle, pushing her snarled hair away from her face. Slowly the pain in her leg subsided and other aches and pains began to make themselves known. She shifted her legs and winced, the inside of her thighs sore and tender as well as her lower back and inside of her ass.
“What a crazy night,” she announced to the empty room, thinking back to all Genevieve had done to her. The late-night hours were a blur, and she massaged the sides of her head, still woozy. She rose slowly, holding the bed frame when the room tilted. With a back bend that made her moan, she sluggishly made her way to the bathroom to relieve her bladder and drink some cold water to ease her dry mouth and sore throat.