"What the fuck do you mean by moving out of our bedroom without even discussing the matter first!" Bob loosened his tie as his face reddened.
"There was nothing to discuss, Bob. I simply wanted my own bedroom, that's all. It's not as if I'm moving out of the house."
They were sitting at the kitchen table, eating liver and rice. The delivery man had long since gone. Bob had just come home from work, only to discover that his wife's clothes and bedroom furniture were now in another room. Mia had never seen him so angry.
"But why do you want your own bedroom? What's wrong with sharing one with me?"
"Let's just say that I need more freedom. I've been too confined lately. You have to give me room to breathe."
"And you have to give me some pussy. How do I get it now?"
"You don't," she said, buttering her bread. "There's more to a marriage than sex, don't you agree?"
"Hell no!" he shouted, spilling a forkful of rice. "We haven't fucked in I don't know how long. You're never in the mood, anymore. Is there something wrong with you? Are you sick?"
Mia carefully chewed and swallowed a small chunk of liver.
"There's nothing wrong with me that a little peace and quiet won't cure. In my own bedroom I'm sure to have them. You'll just have to accept the situation, Bob. My mind is made up."
"I don't have to accept shit!" he shouted, spilling rice in his lap. "I pay the bills around here, not you."
"You may pay the bills, but you don't own me. I'm my own woman. I haven't been bought and paid for."
"Fuck all that women's lib crap! You're my wife, dammit! We're supposed to sleep together. And we will!"
"No, we won't! I have my own bedroom, and I'm going to keep it. And that's that!" Mia swallowed another chunk of liver then washed it down with a sip of iced tea.
"That's that, my ass! If you want your own bed and all those obscene clothes and underthings, you're going to have to pay for them yourself. I'm not paying for them." Bob then gulped down the last of his liver, leaned back in his chair, folded his arms, and stared at Mia as if he had won the argument.
"All right, if that's the way you want it, I'll pay for those things myself. I don't care." She finished her rice nonchalantly.
"How will you pay for them? You have no money." He lifted his glass of iced tea, drank heartily, then set it back down with a smile. "No, I'm afraid you'll have to return everything. Pronto." His smile lingered.
"The hell I will," she said, anger rising within her. "I won't return a damn thing. And you can't make me. I'll get a job and earn the money."
"A job?" he asked, chuckling. "Doing what?"
"Don't worry about it, I'll find something."
"What will you do? You have no skills."
"I have friends who'll help me find work."
"Oh, yeah, what friends?"
"None of your damned business! Now go to hell!" Mia jumped up from the table and raced upstairs to her bedroom, slaming the door behind her. Then she threw herself on the bed and wept into her pillow.
Like a small child she cried herself to sleep, but she awoke in the middle of the night, changed into a sheer blue nightie, and crawled beneath the covers. She remembered the card Loni placed in her purse; it was still there. In the morning she would contact the woman and seek assistance in finding a job. Surely Loni would help her.
Mia was all smiles as she stepped off the elevator and walked down the hallway toward Loni's downtown office. During their telephone conversation earlier that morning, Loni had expressed great pleasure at hearing from Mia again. Loni had even invited the young wife to her office for a late morning appointment, at which time they could discuss the possibility of a job in greater detail. Mia didn't hesitate to accept the invitation, and she couldn't wait to see the raven-haired beauty.
As she approached the glass door to Loni's office, Mia took time to study her reflection. Her long yellow hair reached halfway down her back. Her blue eyes and thin lips and rosy cheeks were made up just right. The sheer pink blouse she wore did little to conceal her revealing black bra while her very brief black panties and her black garter and the tops of her black stockings could easily be seen trough her sheer beige skirt. Yes, Mia was feeling rather sexy as she sauntered up to her friend's office door in her new black heels.
Mia entered without knocking, as the sign on the door commanded. A petite blonde in a short-sleeved white dress looked up from the stack of papers on her desk and smiled.
"Good morning. May I help you?"
"Yes, I'm Mia. I believe Loni is expecting me."
"She sure is, right through this door. Go on in." The receptionist pointed to a closed door just beyond her desk, and she watched Mia closely as the young wife walked by.
"I hope I'm not disturbing her," Mia said, exchanging smiles with the little blonde.
"Don't be silly, Loni would drop anything for you." The young receptionist then winked slyly at Mia, as if the two of them shared some dark secret. "Especially her panties." The little blonde looked Mia up and down, devouring Mia's supple flesh with her hungry eyes.
Mia started to say something, refrained, and continued on to the door, her step now a bit unsteady. So, the little bitch obviously knew about Mia and Loni.
Mia opened the door, entered the main office, and closed the door behind her, thus putting the receptionist out of sight and mind.
"Why don't you lock it," Loni said, rising from her chair. "Then you and I can talk in private."
Mia did so happily, then watched as Loni came out from behind her desk and crossed the room. The tall shapely brunette walked gracefully in her heels and stockings, while the blue dress she wore clung to her many curves. The woman's long hair flowed lazily down her back, and the neckline of her dress plunged deeply down her front. Mia found herself staring at Loni's tittops as the woman drew nearer.
"So happy to see you again," Loni said, taking Mia's hand. "I had a feeling you'd call sooner or later. I'm glad it was sooner."
"That crazy husband of mine," Mia said. "He insisted that I pay for all the new things I've been buying lately. So now I need a job, and I was hoping you could help."
"I may be able to. Come, let's sit on the sofa and talk." Loni led Mia by the hand to a long red velvety sofa, and the two of them sank down into it, side by side. "There now, isn't this comfy? This sofa's almost like a bed."
"Damn my husband!" Mia said, slamming her fist down upon her knee. "He's to blame for everything."
"No doubt he is," Loni said. "Most men aren't worth a fuck. But let's not think of men now. Let's think only of us and what we mean to each other." Loni inched closer, so that her thigh was pressing against Mia's. "And I must tell you, Mia, you mean an awful lot to me. You really do." Loni then began nibbling on the young wife's ear, and as she did so she reached her hand beneath Mia's skirt and began caressing the woman's thigh.
"Oh, my," Mia said, unable to retreat and unsure whether she wanted to. "But we are going to talk about a job, aren't we?"
"Sure, we'll talk afterwards."
"After what?"
"What do you think?"
Loni undid the buttons of Mia's blouse and expertly removed the garment, while Mia sat passively beside her. Then the brunette boldly removed the housewife's bra and tossed blouse and bra to the floor. Mia didn't even try to cover herself; she just sat there and let her big pink tits tumble forward.
"Boy, do they look tasty," Loni said, puckerng her lips. "I've never seen prettier ones. Except in the mirror, of course." Loni then flashed a broad smile as she leaned forward to bite the young wife's ripe tits.
"Eeeeee!" Mia suddenly squealed. "Augh!"
Loni paid her no mind. She continued to sink her sharp teeth into Mia's pink nipple, thus drawing more and more squeals. Before long, Mia was holding the brunette tightly, as if afraid of losing the woman.
Loni took a few more tiny bites on Mia's tits. Then the sexy, older woman began licking Mia's left tit, her darting tongue sending ripples throughout the juicy mound of young flesh. Her tongue flicked here and there, torturing Mia's nerves and soaking her tit with hot spit. Mia gasped and shivered joyfully.
Loni kept licking as if starved, working her tongue this way and that. She made Mia's big tit bounce heavily more than once, and she made the wife's red nipple swell up and begin to throb. Mia licked her lips and rolled her eyes dreamily as her passions mounted.
The tall slim blonde surrendered herself completely to her older, darker friend, who was filling her tits with blissful heat. Mia once again allowed Loni to turn her on, to arouse strong lustful feelings from deep within her. The young wife even offered her other tit to the strong willed woman.
And Loni accepted it without hesitation.
Like a hungry baby, Loni began sucking Mia's right tit. She moved her lips around, sucking on every square inch of the hot tit. She filled the office with her sweet sucking noises, while Mia trembled against the sofa and whimpered in her ear.
With her darting, roving tongue Loni pushed Mia's pouting tit up and down and from side to side. She made the wife's tit quiver and quake. She rolled the tit around. Before long, Mia's right tit was just as swollen as the left, and was throbbing just as hotly.
Mia, her mind spinning crazily, began to squirm beside Loni. She no longer thought about finding a job. Sex with Loni was her only thought. Mindlessly, she reached up and began squeezing her tits while Loni sucked them.
"Ohhhhh!" Mia cried, her eyes rolled back. "My tits are on fire! Your lips are so fucking hot! Mmmmmmm!"
Loni boldly removed Mia's skirt and panties, tossing them, too, to the floor. Then she pushed Mia onto her back on the sofa, spread the young wife's long legs, and lowered her face to the blonde's sweet-smelling pussy. Loni speared her golden-haired pussy with her long red tongue.
"Eeeeeee!" Mia squealed, eyes bugging out. "Ooooooooh!" Mia spread her legs even wider and welcome. A the brunette's hot tongue.
Loni snaked her tongue through Mia's yellow cunt-hairs and left a sloppy trail of spit. As the cunt-hairs grew wetter and wetter, Loni brushed them every which way. She even straightened out their many curls. Her every tongue stroke left Mia breathless.
Mia's pussy-hole twitched excitedly as Loni licked her pussy-hairs. As the housewife grew hotter and hotter, she used her hands to explore her body, to massage her tender flesh. She thought it wonderful the way Loni was turning her on.
When Loni's experienced tongue slipped up into Mia's gaping fuck-hole, the young blonde squealed again and began squirming erotically, digging her shapely ass into the soft cushion.
"Lick me!" she cried to Loni. "Lick me hard! Tongue-fuck my hot pussy!" She reached down and began guiding Loni's head.
Loni licked Mia's cunt-crack and lapped up greasy cunt-juices. In gathering these fuckjuices, Loni parted the gentle folds of fuck-meat inside Mia's pussy and bared the woman's pink pussy-meat. Mia could only tremble helplessly as spasm after spasm raced through her pussy.
Loni continued to lick Mia's cunt-crack, using her tongue to wreak havoc among the woman's sensitive cunt-nerves. Her darting tongue repeatedly took away Mia's breath.
As Loni tortured Mia's cunt-nerves, she waked the woman's cunt-crack with steaming spit. The spit trickled down the blonde's inner thighs like tiny rivers, and soon there was a spot on the beautiful sofa.
Loni began licking hungrily, twisting her head all around in an effort to taste the young wife's sweet pussy. As she reached her tongue in all directions, she stretched Mia's cunt-lips far apart and caused them to swell and turn red.
Mia moaned and groaned and writhed passionately beneath Loni.
Loni shot her tongue up into Mia's fuck-hole, plugging her up tightly.
"Iiieeeee!" Mia screamed, shaking her head in disbelief. "Your tongue is like a cock. Fuck me, honey, fuck me!"
Loni did as she was told. The gorgeous brunette reached her tongue deep inside Mia's pussy-hole, stretching the blonde's pussy-walls wide. Mia cried out joyfully, loving the heat and the intense pressure inside her pussy.
While Mia whimpered ecstatically, Loni began tongue-fucking her. She worked her long fat tongue up and down Mia's pussy-tube, filling the blonde with blissful sensations. Mia moaned deliriously, unable to keep quiet.
Her plugged-up cunt soon began throbbing hotly. Mia could tell she was about to come. Already, pussy juice was oozing down her inner thighs. The young wife closed her eyes to better enjoy the wonderful bliss sweeping through her pussy.
Loni didn't let her rein for long. The brunette flicked her tongue along Mia's swollen clit and made the housewife cry out aloud. As she cried out, her eyes bugged out, and a jolt of lightning streaked through her tender cunt. The jolt left Mia breathless.
Loni next began reaming Mia's pussy-hole.
The greasy cunt stretched and stretched as Loni snaked her fat tongue around it. Lapping noises soon filled the office, along with Mia's uncontrollable moaning.
Beads of sweat formed on Mia's body. She writhed seductively in response to Loni's hot licks. She knew it wouldn't be long now before her cunt-juices were flowing.
Her slim blonde body began spuming repeatedly. She tightened her grip on the back of Loni's head, rolled back her own eyes, and surrendered herself to her orgasm.
"Eeeeeee!" Mia howled. "I'm coming, honey, I'm coming!"
She bucked her nice ass again and again as her cunt-juices flowed all over Loni's lips and tongue. She forced the woman's face tight against her pulsating pussy as she came, intent on soaking Loni's face completely. She strained every muscle in her body, climaxing hard, then collapsed in a sweaty heap on the soft cushion.