Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 100

The sun was just dipping below the horizon when Claire arrived at the door to Gina’s house, bottle of wine in hand. She’d been surprised and flattered by Olivia’s invitation, and thinking of the lovely time she’d had with Olivia and Gina in the dressing room, had accepted without hesitation. She was looking to have some fun of her own, as Tara was away at an industry convention with Mimi — the kind of “business” trip that involved drinking lots of Champagne and fucking lingerie models. Claire, meanwhile, was left home to mind the store. She felt like she deserved a special treat.

And then all of a sudden one was right in front of her: The door opened and there was Olivia, dressed in an extremely slutty French maid costume that left little to the imagination. Claire was pleased to see how well it fit — she had sold it to Gina earlier that day. All day long Claire had been imagining Olivia in the outfit, and she looked even better than might have been expected. Her décolletage looked particularly appetizing, and Claire reflexively licked her lips as she handed Olivia the wine bottle.

Olivia had been hesitant to wear the maid outfit at first, thinking it a little demeaning. But Gina convinced her to at least try it on, and when she saw how hot she looked — and the expression on Gina’s face — she changed her mind. Claire and Gina were both in elegantly sexy black dresses, and this made Olivia feel that much more exposed, and younger — like she was a girl in the presence of women, though Claire was only a few years older than she was. But Olivia’s pussy was already soaked thinking of what might transpire that evening, and this more than made up for any awkwardness she might be feeling.

Gina greeted Claire warmly and they pecked each other on the cheek. Gina praised Claire’s choice of wine — it was an Italian vintage that Gina had heard of but never tasted. Claire grinned mischievously. “I borrowed it from Mimi’s cellar,” she said. “I think it’s worth about $250.”

“Oh, wow,” said Gina. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

Claire shrugged. “She has cases of it. One bottle won’t be missed.”

Gina had really pulled out all the stops on dinner that night, making a warm seafood salad, fried tomatoes, and baked crespelle with bolognese meat sauce. She had timed it perfectly, and she and Claire sat down at the dining room table as Olivia delivered the various dishes to the table. Sipping a glass of wine, Gina playfully slapped Olivia on the rear as she passed on her way back to the kitchen. Olivia mock-glared over her shoulder and stuck out her tongue.

“You’ll be spanked for that later,” said Gina, and Olivia gulped, because she knew that Gina meant it. Another little gush of liquid seeped out between her thighs.

For a minute, Gina thought about making Olivia eat separately for the sake of verisimilitude, but decided that was needlessly cruel. And anyway Olivia looked so delectable that it was all Gina could do not to attack her right there and then. Determined to be civilized, Gina politely made conversation as they filled their plates.

“So who is this Mimi?” Gina asked Claire, throwing a glance at Olivia. “Olivia’s told me a little bit about her, but you probably know more.”

“Well, she started off as my employer, and somehow now she kind of runs my whole life,” said Claire, her eyes a little downcast. “Not that I mind. She takes good care of me, and of all the rest of us. Mimi’s just that kind of person. Somehow or other, you always end up doing what she wants you to do.”

“Hmm.” For a moment Gina contemplated what it would be like to be that kind of person. Then she shook it off and started eating. The food had turned out perfectly, and for a while it was quiet in the room except for the sounds of chewing and the occasional contented sigh.

Claire was the first to sit down her fork and lean back in her chair. “Oh my God, that was amazing,” she said. “Thank you so much.”

“I hope you saved room for dessert,” said Gina, smiling radiantly.

“Um, well, sure. Give me a few minutes though.”

“Of course,” answered Gina. “We have all the time in the world.”

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After unwrapping the new strap-on and glancing at the manual, which was surprisingly lengthy, Jessica decided to flip a coin to see who would be the first to get fucked with it. She got out a quarter and asked Marie to call it in the air; Marie called heads, and it came up tails. Jane clapped her hands with girlish glee while Marie scowled.

Both of them helped Jessica with the harness, making sure everything was tight and secure. Then Jessica flipped the little switch that turned on the vibration and felt a very subtle but deeply pleasurable little tingle in her clit. She immediately felt like a better person, a warm and benevolent monarch. Turning to Jane, she asked, “How would you like it?”

Jane decided that she wanted to be bent over the couch and fucked from behind. “And I want Marie to spank me while you do it to me.”

“Your wish is my command,” said Jessica, and so it was. Right off, Jane started moaning louder than either of them had ever heard, and she only got louder from there. She had never felt anything quite like it — the warm buzzing deep inside her as Marie’s hand came down again and again on her ass cheeks. She came three times in rapid succession, then forcefully pushed Jessica away, surprising them both.

“I’m sorry,” she said when she’d had a chance to catch her breath. “I really couldn’t take any more.”

“It’s OK,” reassured Jessica, stroking the shaft with one hand while looking at Marie. “Your turn.”

Marie wanted to be tied hand and foot to the bed, and soon she was. Once she was helpless, though, Jessica decided to tease her a little bit. Holding the tip of the strap-on inches from Marie’s mouth, she taunted, “Is this what you want?” Marie just groaned, and a little trickle of drool ran down the corner of her mouth. “How bad?”

Marie talked slowly, as if it was difficult for her to think of words. “So bad. Please, mistress. Just fuck me. Please.”

Jessica pushed the tip of the dildo into Marie’s mouth, and she sucked hungrily, tasting Jane’s pussy juice and feeling her mouth begin to vibrate sympathetically. It was hypnotic, and she would have gladly continued sucking indefinitely; she felt a little frustrated when Jessica pulled out of her mouth, but after having a moment to think about what was going to happen next, she smiled beatifically.

Before going any further, Jessica had Jane blindfold and ball-gag Marie. It just felt necessary. Moving to kneel between Marie’s wide-open legs, Jessica ran the soft tip of the buzzing dildo gently across her stomach, her hips, her belly button, her thighs. Marie was on the edge of orgasm before she was even penetrated, and once she was, she came almost right away. She climaxed four more times, moaning louder and louder each time, until Jessica finally realized that she was begging for no more, and that she meant it.

When Jessica stepped back to release the strap-on from Marie’s cunt, Jane immediately dropped to her knees and took it into her mouth. After sucking it dry of Marie’s goo she rolled over on her back and spread her legs as wide as they would go.

“Please give it to me again. Please.”

Jessica considered for a moment and then shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. Not right now.”


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