“Can we watch another one?” Janie begged. “We did our homework and I’m already showered!”
“As long as you promise to shower right after, Henry,” I warned, cleaning up the pizza boxes, stowing the leftovers in the fridge.
“Scouts honor!” He gave me the Boy Scout salute and I laughed.
I was tidying up the kitchen when Mrs. B came in. I glanced at the clock, surprised. It wasn’t even seven yet.
“You’re early,” I remarked, hanging the dish cloth over the kitchen faucet.
“The second couple cancelled.” Mrs. B tossed a briefcase on the table and sat down in one of the chairs, kicking off her heels. She put her feet up on the table, wiggling her painted red toes in her pantyhose. She had long, tanned legs. “Everything go okay?”
“Got most of the gum out of Janie’s hair,” I reported. “Homework’s done, Janie’s showered. We ate pizza. The leftovers are in the fridge. They’re watching Once Upon a Time and Henry promised to shower when it’s over. “
“Thanks for staying.” She unbuttoned her suit jacket and shrugged it off. Mrs. B wore gorgeous clothes. Sometimes I went through her closet and a couple times I’d tried on a few of her dresses. They were just a little big on me. We were about the same height, but Mrs. B had a more voluptuous figure.
“Not a problem.” I opened the fridge, taking out two pieces of pizza I’d put in a separate Ziploc bag. “Do you mind if I take some pizza home to Ronnie?
“Not at all.” Mrs. B swung her feet off the table to the floor. “How is she?”
“Good.” I nodded, putting the pizza with my purse on the table. “We’re good.”
“I’m glad.” She gave me a tired smile, flipping through the mail on the table, separating out the junk. “Oh, I wanted to ask you. We have friends coming in early August. They’re flying in from Venice. Do you think you could sleep over, camp out with the kids?”
“Sure,” I agreed, watching her open one of the envelopes.
“Oh my God.” She pressed her fingers to her lips, eyes scanning the page.
“What, is something wrong?”
“No… something good!” She brightened, the letter shaking in her hands. “Something very, very good.”
“What is it?” I sat down at the table across from her.
“We’ve been approved as a foster family!” She whispered this, glancing toward the family room where the kids were still so involved with the show they had no idea their mother was even home yet.
“That’s… wow.” I sat back, shocked. Henry and Janie were hitting those tween years and I’d heard the Baumgartners talking about what they were going to do when the kids went off the college, so the idea of them taking in foster kids surprised me. “Amazing. I didn’t even know you applied!”
“I didn’t want to say much, get anyone’s hope’s up.” She nodded toward the family room, her eyes bright. “They’re desperate for a little brother or sister.”
“So you’re going to adopt?” I asked, even more shocked now. Taking in foster kids was one thing-the Baumgartners were very generous and it made sense they would want to give back in some way. But adopting another child? That was a huge commitment. And not even just for them, but for me too.
Mrs. B. nodded enthusiastically. “I hope so.”
“A baby?” Of course, I knew what she was going to say.
“Well who doesn’t love babies?” She smiled, folding up the letter and sliding it back into the envelope.
“Well, congratulations,” I said, pasting on a smile. “That’s wonderful.”
“Thanks.”
I got up to write my hours on a sheet of paper Mrs. B kept on the fridge and there must have been a break between episodes because the kids came bounding into the kitchen.
“Mom!” Janie and Henry rushed in to hug her as I put on my Keds and grabbed the pizza and my purse off the table.
“I’ll see you guys tomorrow after school,” I called, heading out the door.
I stopped at Walgreens on the way home to pick up Midol-I knew we were out, I’d taken the last of it-a Toblerone for Ronnie and a Reese’s for me. I didn’t like missing out on the money, but I was glad to be going home early today. I’d get home in plenty of time for Mad Men. We’d even have time to soak in the tub together. Then I could spend an hour licking Ronnie’s sweet little pussy and see how many orgasms I could give her before our show started.
Just thinking about it made my mouth water and my own pussy clench with need.
I pulled my Saturn up to our apartment complex, cutting the engine and glancing up at our apartment. The living room was dark, but the light was on in our room. Ronnie was probably napping. I’d wake her up like Sleeping Beauty, with a hot, sloppy wet kiss under the covers. I smiled, grabbing my Walgreens bag and my purse. I checked the mail-the box was empty, so Ronnie must have gotten it already-and climbed the stairs to our apartment.
The door was locked-I got on Ronnie constantly about keeping it locked, even when we were home. We lived in a nice complex, but there had been a break-in at the storage center, so you never knew who might decide to try doors and commit a crime of opportunity. I unlocked it, going into the darkened living room, shutting the door quietly behind me. I didn’t want to wake her before I got the chance to really wake her.
I left the Walgreens bag on the kitchen table. There was a night light in the hallway and I followed its warmth toward our room. Our door was closed almost all the way, but there was a thin crack of light showing. I smiled, slipping up to the gap, peeking through in hopes of finding my sleeping beauty.
“Ohhh my fucking God, Vince, your cock is so good!”
I stopped, too stunned to move, hearing Ronnie’s voice, knowing that deep, guttural moan all too well. I could only see the edge of the bed, but I could hear it now, the low creak of bedsprings.
“That’s it, baby, take my cock. Oh fuck! Yeah! Squeeze it like that!” A man’s voice, no doubt about it.
“You like that?” Ronnie asked, teasing. “That tight… wet… hot… pussy… you like that wrapped around your big cock like that?”
“Ahhh yeah,” he panted. “You’re so fucking tight. God.”
I stood at the doorway, feeling a hot constriction in my chest. This couldn’t be happening. Ronnie was sleeping with a man-in our bed? I mean, we’d never really said we were going to be exclusive. We never talked about it. Things just sort of happened, and kept happening, until Ronnie and I got a one-bedroom apartment together and we agreed to split the rent.
And I knew she liked guys. She knew I liked guys too. In fact, we talked about guys, we fantasized about them in bed, we’d even talking about bringing a guy into our bedroom, although we’d never actually done it. And God knows, we both like to play with phallic sex toys. We owned lots of dildos, even a few strap-ons. Ronnie loved to be fucked, especially from behind. Hell, I loved to be fucked too. It was no secret. It wasn’t like we were going to get gay married and live happily ever after or anything. I knew that.
But she was fucking a man. In our bed. That just seemed like a terrible betrayal, even given the fluid nature of our relationship.
“I want you to pound me,” Ronnie begged him. “Will you fuck me from behind? Fuck me good and hard?”
I heard him groan in response, heard the bed springs squeaking as they moved and shifted on the bed. I saw the expanse of Ronnie’s back, the wings of her tawny shoulder blades as she pressed her cheek to the mattress. They had shifted over on our queen-sized bed, in my line of sight now. I couldn’t see him, or, at least, not much of him. But I could see his cock.
And Jesus holy jumped up Christ, what a cock it was!
I’d never seen one so big, at least not outside of porn. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was actually a full foot long. He slapped it against Ronnie’s perfect, rounded ass as she wiggled back toward him and sighed.