“There's a call for you, Joe,” Joyce explained, walking quickly out of the office.
Joe followed her, then stopped and turned. He looked pointedly at us. “I expect we need to have some more meetings — even an independent study project — to fully explore this topic?” An arched eyebrow was his farewell.
“I'd like that,” I said, hoping to make him go away so I could talk to Professor Janney alone.
Smack. I slapped her ass and waited. She flashed me a smile. “Alicia, how about you and I get together for some tutoring. I'd love to go over some 19 ^th century lesbian pornography monographs with you.”
“That sounds great,” I replied. “In fact, we might be able to work together for an entire year on my senior thesis project if I pick a topic like that,” I said, smacking her ass lightly again. She swallowed, hard, and composed herself, making a mask that shut off her passion.
I couldn't wait to get started on my, er, research.
Housewives in Love
Janine sat in Laura's kitchen just like every Monday morning. It had become a ritual. They lived next door to each other in a gated community and had for the past 14 years. They had a lot in common. Both women had what looked to the casual observer like perfect lives. Wealthy successful husbands, beautiful kids and magnificent homes. Neither woman worked and had maids and gardeners to take care of the chores.
However, below that shiny surface, both Janine and Laura were unhappy. Janine's husband slept with his secretary five years back and though he seemed to have remained faithful since, the affair broke their marriage. Nothing was quite the same since and Janine thought about leaving her husband nearly every day. Only her daughter, Sarah, kept her around. She was sixteen and a junior in high school. It wouldn't be long before she left the nest like her older brother had last year and Janine could leave their father.
Laura was even less fortunate. Her husband was a serial cheater. He'd had numerous affairs and her marriage to him was little more than a sham. She too stayed only for her kid’s sake. Her oldest daughter would graduate this spring and her youngest next year, along with Janine's daughter. Laura was looking forward to her own divorce after her youngest daughter graduated. The two housewives often joked with each other about which would get the bigger alimony settlement.
Janine watched as her friend made tea. Even in sunny Southern California, it was chilly in January and a cup of tea warmed the bones. The kettle whistled and Laura filled the cups she had prepared with the boiling water, brought them to the breakfast table to steep and retrieved the lemon wedges from the fridge. She always had her maid, Inez, prepare them the night before because Inez had Monday's off.
Laura sat and continued her story as the women added sugar and lemon to the cups, “So, then I found a text from a woman named Trixie of all things. Trixie? Really? It didn't say much, but add that to the golf trip,” which Laura emphasized with air quotes, “when he booked the honeymoon suite at the bed and breakfast and the mysterious charge at the jewelers right before Christmas and yeah, I'm sure he's sleeping with another bimbo. I know I didn't get anything from the jewelers for Christmas.”
Janine set her cup down, put her hand on Laura’s arm, and said, “I'm sorry, baby.”
“You know, you'd think I'd be past getting upset about his affairs, but it still bothers me. He could at least act as if we're husband and wife. It’s become so blatant. The Bastard doesn't even try to hide it anymore,” Laura complained patting Janine's hand.
“Excuse me dear, but my husband is the Bastard, yours is the Asshole,” Janine corrected her friend. They both laughed. It was an inside joke. They rarely referred to their husbands with each other as anything but “The Bastard” and “The Asshole”. Janine added, more seriously, “Only seventeen months more and we're both free. You can make it.”
“I know. Thank God for you. If you weren't my best friend, I'd go crazy,” Laura said and sipped her tea. Janine followed suite. It just didn't make sense. Laura was a beautiful woman. Blonde with nice breasts, womanly hips with a thin waist and long sexy legs. She could've passed for thirty-five, even though she was in her mid- forties. The Asshole apparently tired of Laura when she turned thirty and preferred younger women. His loss. Laura was drop-dead sexy and a lot of fun. Janine just didn't get it.
Janine herself had always wondered what made her husband, the Bastard, seek out the younger woman he had an affair with for over a year. She wasn't even that pretty. Janine wasn't as voluptuous as Laura was, but she was still attractive with her brown eyes and long dark hair. She worked hard with her personal trainer to keep her sleek, athletic body in shape. She got her boobs done to please the Bastard and they were even bigger than Laura's were. Before the affair, she would have done anything for her husband sexually. Janine even had sex with a woman once so he could watch, but the Bastard still stepped out on her.
Laura finished her tea and asked, “You ready, sweetie?”
Janine nodded and sipped the last of her tea and placed the cup back on the table.
Laura walked toward the back of the house and Janine followed. She couldn't help but notice how sexy her friend looked from behind. It made Janine wet. Laura turned and smiled, catching her friend staring at her naked ass and said, “I got you a surprise this weekend.”
“Ooh, what is it?” Janine asked.
“It's in the bedroom,” Laura answered. Janine skipped ahead, excited to see what her friend had got for her. She walked into Laura's bedroom, the one she didn't pretend to share with the Asshole, and saw a brightly wrapped box on the bed. The “spare bedroom” was Laura's private space and it was almost as big as the master bedroom and had its own bath. It was all browns and pinks, with a big bed covered with decorative pillows. Janine loved that bed.
“Well, are you going to open it?” Laura asked. Janine sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed the box, and ripped it open. It was a plain cardboard box. Janine tugged at edges of the flaps, breaking the tape that held them down and dug inside. She pulled out a long double dildo, shiny and black. Janine turned it over, examining the toy and then tossed the box aside and popped off the bed to hug Laura, the long sex toy dangling from one hand.
“Thank you, baby! I love it. Can't wait to play with it,” Janine said and kissed Laura, pressing her naked form against the other woman's nude body.
“Glad you like it. I thought it looked like fun.” Janine replied, scrunching up her cute nose as she said it.
“Mmm, I love Mondays, baby,” Janine whispered and kissed Laura, slipping her tongue between Laura's lips. Laura responded by sucking on Janine's slick tongue and grabbing Janine's tight ass. Laura nudged Janine toward the bed and pushed her gently onto it. As Janine lay back, she batted the empty box onto the floor and then slid father onto the bed. Laura followed, never breaking the kiss they shared.
As Janine settled in amongst a pile of pillows, Laura began kissing her way down Janine's body. Her friend's soft kisses felt so delicious, but she knew it was just a prelude to the rough fucking Laura would give her later. Almost every week Laura had a new surprise for Janine, usually an oversized sex toy or some piece of bondage gear. Since it was all courtesy of the Asshole's credit card, it didn't matter how much it cost.
Laura came on to Janine after the Bastard admitted his affair. Janine had helped Laura through two prior affairs, but she had no clue Laura had turned to other women to satisfy her sexual desires. At first, Janine was hesitant, still believing she could repair her relationship, but as her marriage cooled and finally all but died she sought comfort and love in Laura's bed. They had been Monday morning lover's ever since.
Laura reached Janine's pussy and began eating her friend. Janine luxuriated on the massive bed amongst the big, soft pillows and savored having her pussy pleasured. She rarely missed cock anymore. It usually came with a man attached and Janine decided they weren't worth the trouble. Besides, Laura was a better lover than the Bastard had ever been, soft and tender but wild and kinky too.
Laura lapped and nibbled at Janine’s bald pussy, paying special attention to her clit. Janine felt an orgasm build. She never needed much foreplay after sitting around with Laura drinking tea, or when the weather permitted, sunbathing nude by the pool. Lounging nude with her friend, even after all these months, made Janine's pussy wet and she was always ready to go by the time they went to Laura's room.
Suddenly Janine slipped over the edge and came, moaning loudly as Laura sucked on her clit. Janine pinched her nipples and tugged at them roughly, as Laura continued to eat her pussy. Another orgasm hit her, harder this time, causing her to scream. Janine was writhing, her breaths short and ragged, but she managed to beg, “Fuck
