Sleeping with the Frenemy Page 2

  Deborah grimaced. She hated when Gen was vocal about her bigoted thoughts on other races. One too many times she said things about her employees that really didn't sit well with Deborah.

  “God, I love how your nipples are always stiff for me.” Gen bit down around her areola, hard enough to make Deborah dig her fingers into Gen's ass in pain, not pleasure.

  “Go deeper, love,” Gen commanded and lifted up her ass. Deborah hated doing it, but since Gen loved when she diddled her rosette, she couldn't deny her. Gen always came faster when she finger-fucked her ass. And the way she was riding her finger now gave her a good indication Gen would come soon.

  Gen didn't disappoint, and as she clenched down on Deborah's finger, she rose up and gave her more bruising kisses against her mouth.

  “You're in a mood tonight,” Deborah said around her wife's mouth as she removed her finger, wishing she had a baby wipe.

  “Yes!” Gen went lax across Deborah for a moment, her body twitching. When she'd recovered from her climax, her lips swallowed Deborah's nipple, much like a nursing baby. Deborah had never experienced such a thing, but could only imagine it felt like this.

  “You were amazing, like always. I love you so very much, my darling love,” Gen kissed her swiftly on the mouth and sat up, brushing away the damp strands of hair sticking to Deborah's face.

  “And I love you as well, my beautiful wife,” Deborah replied back, giving Gen a kiss in return. Exhaustion filtered through her body as she covered her yawn with the back of her hand.

  “No yawning. We have a full night ahead for us.” Gen opened her black clutch and handed Deborah a baby wipe.

  Deborah wiped her hands as Gen inspected her face in the compact she held up.

  “You would beat me if I fell asleep on you.” Deborah joked lightly, resting her head on Gen's shoulder, when Gen's hand shot out and squeezed her chin in a tight grip.

  “Do not. Even joke about that,” Gen said, her body strung tight as her hand shook.

  Deborah swiftly nodded and lifted her own shaking hand up to Gen's forehead to remove the damp hair lying there. “I'm only playing,” she said as clearly as she could with Gen's hand digging into her chin.

  Gen finally released her and shook her head in disgust. “I hate when you use slang like some teen gangbanger from the streets. Correct yourself.”

  Deborah tilted her chin down, wanting to rub her burning skin there, but instead clenched her one fist by her side. “I apologize. I didn't mean to sound so crass. Can you forgive me?”

  “Of course, dearling. Haven't I always forgiven you for your silly mistakes?” Gen asked and curved her arm around Deborah's shoulder, brushing her nose over her cheek.

  Sitting there as motionless as she could, Deborah tried to relax so Gen wouldn't notice how edgy she was. She'd expected more than a verbal lashing and was surprised by the outcome. The reason had to be the amount of alcohol in Gen's system and the multiple orgasms she gave her.

  The car came to a stop, and with one last loud kiss on her cheek, Gen opened the door and grabbed Deborah's hand, not bothering to wait for Gilberto to do the honors.

  The tall, dark-skinned, bearded man walked swiftly ahead and opened the mansion's front door for the two women, where they were met by their housekeeper, Gilberto's older sister, Teresa.

  “Good evening, Mrs. and Mrs. Murnay. The opera was to your liking?” the short gray-haired woman asked in stilted English as she folded her hands in front of her stomach.

  “La Traviata was done amazingly, as usual,” Gen stated.

  Before Deborah could reply, Gen tugged her up the stairs. “You're relieved of your duties,” she said to Teresa. “Deborah and I have more celebrating to do for our anniversary.” Gen rushed up the stairs with Deborah stumbling after her.

  Why is she in such a rush? Deborah could barely keep up with her wife, who dashed down the hall in sandals that would've made Deborah twist her ankle if she wore them while sprinting.

  “You're still horny?” Deborah asked in a winded voice. Gen's only response was to glance over her shoulder and wink.

  Deborah did want to make love to Gen, but hoped it would be sweeter and tender, although from the ways Gen had been intimate with her during the night, that probably wouldn't happen. Deborah would hate to fake it, but since she could barely keep her eyes open and all she wanted to do was go to sleep, she'd do her best to give Gen her climax as quickly as she could.

  When she entered their bedroom suite, Gen slammed the door shut and backed Deborah against it, pressing her mouth to hers and mimicking with her tongue what she'd surely do to her elsewhere in a few minutes. Deborah moaned loudly, and Gen reached under her top, squeezing and twisting her nipples back into tight little buds.

  “Do you want me?” Gen asked as her mouth drifted down and nibbled on the side of Deborah's neck. Deborah tilted her head, giving Gen the access she wanted. The way Gen tugged on her skin with her teeth would leave a noticeable bruise there by tomorrow.

  “Y-yes. I always want you,” Deborah whispered and closed her eyes as Gen's hand slipped into the waistband of her skirt and rubbed her stomach where her chain hung.

  “I have a special surprise for you. Get undressed and lie down on the bed,” Gen instructed and released her.

  Deborah walked over to the bed and took off her top and unzipped her skirt. Her clothes fell into a puddle at her feet. As Gen toed off her sandals, she went into the walk-in closet. Deborah glanced over at the dresser where Gen's gift still lay and she went over to pick it up. She turned around when Gen came back into the room, wearing nothing and holding only a flat slim white box.

  “Look at you, with your tits and ass on display for me.” Gen licked her lips, tapping the box over her palm. “Get on the bed.”

  Deborah's stomach clenched and her thighs quivered from the way Gen's nostrils flared, her face lustful. Deborah nodded, and held out the present toward her wife.

  “I forgot to give you your gift before we left for the opera tonight. Do you want to open it before we go further? I'd love for you wear it as you loved seeing me wear your gift.”

  A frown marred Gen's face and when she took a step toward her. Deborah quickly sat down on the edge of the bed. Gen came over to stand in between her legs. She smiled softly, took her present, and put it on the bed, along with the box Deborah was curious about. Tears came to Deborah's eyes as Gen smiled down at her with such love in her own.

  “I do love you so very much,” Deborah said, breaking the silence.

  When Gen cupped her face and kissed her, Deborah sighed and fell back on the bed. Gen climbed in between her thighs and rubbed her perfectly trimmed mound over Deborah's own waxed damp one.

  Deborah's mouth fell open over the onslaught of Gen's invading tongue, lifting her legs up to wrap around Gen's waist. Gen moved her head back and motioned for Deborah to move up. When Deborah almost hit the iron headboard, Gen straddled her hips and ground against her. Gen's hand cupped her pussy and a finger disappeared between her folds. Deborah had the sudden urge to taste her seductive wife's cunt.

  “Ride my face. I want to eat you as you find your release,” Deborah said, and as she lifted her hands to Gen's chest to play with her breasts, Gen brushed her aside and grabbed Deborah's wrists in a tight grip.

  “Not yet, dear. First I want to make you come for making me the happiest woman alive,” Gen said, and with one last kiss across Deborah's swollen lips, she leaned over and opened the drawer to the bedside table.

  Deborah's throat seemed to close and a twinge of unease shot down her back. That drawer was filled with Gen's toys, where she kept a vast array of sex paraphernalia she enjoyed using the majority of the time they made love. Deborah couldn't even remember the last time they didn't use a form of bondage or dildo while having sex.

  Out came two black leather restrains and a seven-inch cobalt, slightly curved, nubbed glass dildo, along with a tube of warming intensifying gel. Deborah swallowed, her eyes widening as Gen swung t
he wrist restrains in a circle and dropped the dildo on the bed.

  “Place your wrists high against the headboard,” Gen ordered softly, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving.

  “What if we just kiss and touched one another for now? I-I don't think I can—”

  “Hush.” Gen placed her finger against Deborah's lips, her smile still in place, although her eyes became a bit colder.

  Deborah shuddered, and Gen slowly played with her hair, brushing it back from her face and caressing her cheeks and throat to calm her. When Gen held up the restraints again, Deborah complied.

  Please be gentle tonight. Deborah bit her lip as Gen took her wrists and attached them to the headboard until her arms rested above her head. Gen gave her another kiss, then drifted down until she hovered over her chest and laved her nipple. Deborah arched her back, her pussy a swollen mass of nerves all because of how unbelievably sensitive her nipples were. All it took was a swipe of Gen's tongue or fingers on her tits to make her come.

  “Gen, please…I can't take it.” Deborah cried out, pushing her hips up, wanting Gen's fingers or mouth on her pussy to make her find her release. She could barely take the torture.

  Gen released her nipple with a soft pop and chuckled against her breast. “You've been such a good girl and now deserve your reward.” She climbed off Deborah and sauntered over to the edge of the bed to open the white box. When she held up the wide, bulging snakelike instrument, Deborah closed her legs together.

  “What's that?” she asked, having never seen such a thing before.

  Gen slapped the silicone object against her palm and sat down beside her with a mischievous grin. “This, my loving wife, is called the Cheeky Dinger. It's an electronic anal stimulator to increase your pleasure and give you a mind-blowing orgasm. First we'll use our favorite dildo together, then this ten-inch bad boy on you.”

  Ten inches? Dear God, I won't survive with that in my ass.

  Deborah inhaled and opened her mouth to argue when Gen suddenly climbed back on the bed, her face over her navel. She snickered, and before Deborah could say another word, Gen pulled part her legs apart and stuck her mouth over her mound.

  Deborah yelped from Gen's talented mouth as her tongue went in deep, lapping over her swollen folds and tissues. She moaned and humped Gen's face, dying slowly as Gen pushed her legs out wider and attacked her pussy with great intensity. Bright purple spots appeared in front of her eyes, and when Gen's finger went between her ass cheeks, Deborah shrieked and rocked.

  She was overcome with pleasure and couldn't control the gush of her come. It shot out and covered Gen's face. She blinked, trying to bring Gen into focus, pulling on her restraints. Gen lifted her face up slightly, glistening with her juices. She bit down hard on the inside of her thigh, sucking deeply. Deborah fell back on the bed and clenched her inner pussy muscles around one of Gen's fingers as it rubbed against a sensitive spot, making Deborah's entire body go numb.

  The blinding spots in front of her eyes changed to black as she climaxed, and when a cool, wet substance landed on her, she trembled as Gen's finger pushed in and out of her pussy.

  Gen picked up the nubbed dildo and without preparing her further, thrust it deep within her pussy. Deborah yelped from the near burn as her inner muscles grabbed hold of the glass implement, fitting perfectly with the aid of her come and gel. She was filled deep inside, perhaps even near her womb, and she shuddered, releasing more of her creamy fluid as Gen twisted the contraption in as far as it could possibly go.

  “Come again for me,” Gen commanded and Deborah did just that. Her whole body shook, sweat covering her from head to toe.

  When she came back down and could catch her breath again, the dildo remained inside her and Gen was covering the anal stimulator with lubrication. Gen turned to the side and knelt, reaching behind her own backside and moaning low as she moved her ass over the instrument.

  Gen thrust a good five inches into her ass with only one hump out in the open. She wiggled her hips and moved the beaded silicone toy in her ass. Deborah longed to press Gen down on the bed and be the one to fuck her with it.

  “Let me pump your ass,” Deborah panted and lifted up to kiss Gen's mouth. She couldn't reach her and growled until Gen moved her face in close to hers.

  Their mouths locked over each other's with teeth banging and tongues dueling. Deborah dug her nails into her palms as Gen's pussy rubbed over her thigh where her come ran down her leg.

  Blood filled the inside of her mouth from Gen's harsh biting and she inhaled deeply when Gen broke off the kiss. She could barely think and she clenched around the dildo, wanting it out of her body before she passed out.

  “Turn on your stomach,” Gen ordered and grunted as she pulled out the massager from her ass.

  “Why? Don't you want me to go down on you?” Deborah asked.

  “Not right now, dear. I want to use my new special toy on you.” Gen lightly slapped Deborah's stomach with it and Deborah did her best to hide her revulsion.

  “You're going to clean it first,” Deborah said.

  Gen released a husky laugh and shook her head. “We're one and the same. Why would I erase the proof of my desire for you?”

  It's unclean. Deborah knew the moment those words left her mouth, Gen would react the complete opposite way she was now. Resigned that she had no choice but to obey, she twisted, and with her aching and stiff arms crossed, she lay face first on the pillow, the dildo slipping in further, making her shudder silently.

  “There's my girl…my very own special girl. Now let go and enjoy yourself,” Gen said against her ear as she pushed the stimulator into her asshole. Deborah bit down on the pillow as Gen inserted it into her ass, helped by her own lubrication and from the gel.

  Deborah was filled to the brim from 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 over her butt cheeks.

  “Rock back and forth for me,” Gen said and pumped the dildo inside her slowly as her mouth rubbed against her ass.

  Deborah 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 around the edges of her rosebud.

  “Oh God! This is so…I…” Deborah slurred in a hoarse whisper, her throat sore and her lips raw and chapped. She couldn't last any longer and when Gen's tongue went farther into her asshole and the pulsing toy went in deeper, Deborah screamed and tumbled into darkness.

  The last thing she remembered was her arms being released and Gen holding her close, wet drops falling on her face as Gen cried her own release among whispers of love that helped Deborah succumb into a deep slumber.

  Chapter Three

  She's so precious to me. Genevieve pulled on her white robe and matching satin pajama bottoms as she looked down at her young wife sleeping in their bed. It was late morning and she'd just risen since she and Deborah fell 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 across her ass. Genevieve noticed the stains on the sheets from the lubrication gel and their dried fluids and frowned. Now they would have to be washed and replaced from their carelessness. Sometimes she wanted to blame Deborah for the uncontrollable way she made her react, when she couldn't help herself to the point where she wanted to spent hours eating Deborah's pussy.

  Deborah moaned and turned over on her back. Genevieve's eyes brightened upon seeing the big purple bruise the size of a quarter on Deborah's collarbone, as well as some 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
began leaving the room, only to stop in the doorway and take another moment to watch her comatose wife, as well as the destruction from the pillows and covers on the floor to the dildo and anal toy on the far corner of the bed.

  Genevieve closed the door and walked down the stairs where Teresa was dusting a vase.

  “Good morning, Mrs. Murnay. You look well rested,” Teresa complimented her 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 went over the meals for today. The Stewart siblings are cleaning the pool.” Teresa pointed out the window.

  Genevieve lightly grunted. She would have preferred some privacy as she enjoyed the sunshine and her breakfast, but since both siblings were very attractive, especially the spirited nineteen-year-old Patty, she didn't mind their imposition for a while longer.

  “That's perfectly fine,” Genevieve said and smiled at Teresa, who nodded respectfully.

  Not caring what Teresa thought either way, Gen told her to carry on and walked toward the back as she punched in her password for her voice messages. Walking out onto the patio, she listened to a message left from her head financial advisor regarding to 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 pulled out the long pool skimmer. Her twin brother, Paul, also waved as he vacuumed the bottom of the pool. Brother and sister were dressed alike, in aquamarine T-shirts with their family's company logo and tight white shorts accentuating their tanned legs nicely.

  If only I wasn't married and totally in love with Deborah, I'd have taken little Miss Peppy Sunshine into the pool house long ago and made her my own little personal plaything. Gen sighed, wishing Deborah would at least try a threesome with her, but then again, she'd have to share her with another person, and that was unacceptable.