Betty rose up on her elbow and looked at her husband sleeping on his back. She let the wetness build up on her tongue and wet her hand good. She reached for him and gently raised him to a mind-thrilling throb. While she did this, she made sure to wet her lips and fill her hot mouth with saliva. She lowered her head with her lips closed until she took him.
When he was awake enough to comprehend what she was doing, Phil uttered, "Mmmm ... Yah ... Aah." He started to rise to forbidding heights. That is, if he had high blood pressure. Instead, he just erupted with "Ooooh ... Mmmm."
He lay there panting while he heard her say, "That is payback for yesterday morning."
Phil and Betty Hollyfield met in kindergarten and never separated. They loved each other and could comment on anyone who happened to walk by them without the fear of creating an irritable reaction. It did not make any difference which one spoke about their looks, whether they were man or woman. Phil could say, "That girl has a big camel toe." Betty could say, "That guy had a huge package." They openly talked to each other about all their thoughts and needs.
They sat in their lawyer's office signing the final papers. It was 8:30 a.m. on October 15, 2015, while the closing documents were read. They both signed each one.
They made and patented the shell for wireless phones in 1992. They were selling the patent and the business for $25,000,000. That was not bad for twenty years of a life of push, pull, and shove.
They were only 42. Phil was 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighed 165 lbs. At 5 feet 8 inches tall, Betty was 130 lbs. They both maintained good eating habits. There was not an ounce of fat between both of them combined. Neither of them looked over 35. Their favorite workout was American Ninja Warrior style.
They both worked very hard at their business. They had a housekeeper and cook that lived next door with her children. Phil and Betty did not want children. They could not see bringing children up with the work habits they had.
They traded their house three weeks ago for a 2016 American Coach Eagle 45A motorhome. The owner of the motorhome dealership had been trying to buy their house for a year. He was the one who put the retirement bug in their heads. They purchased a huge toy carrier and Dodge Durango, 4-wheel drive SUV. After loading the motorhome and toy carrier, there was still 12 feet of space in the front of the Durango to load all the household boxes.
Everything they owned was in pods until they found their dream home. They both wanted a house on a cliff overlooking the ocean -- any ocean -- just as long as they weren't in California. The first place they were going to look was in Texas, on the Gulf of Mexico. They could not get out of California fast enough!
They started planning for this new adventure months ago. They both agreed neither could cook. Betty spent time on the internet looking for a live-in cook and housekeeper. She downloaded a cook and housekeeper application form onto their computer. One week ago, she found a high school graduate who had completed three years of cooking classes and wanted to find a domestic live-in job. They agreed on a salary.
Betty called and checked her out to see if she was truly what they were looking for. Betty spent 3 hours asking her every question she could think of. They arranged to pick her up in Moreno Valley, California at Hibachi Buffet just off the Day Street exit which was 4 hours away.
They walked out of the lawyer's office to their motorhome to be greeted by their "his and hers" Chows, Misty and Red. Her's was black and his was red. Both of them had been neutered. They acted as though they had been gone for days.
"We haven't been gone but thirty minutes, puppies," said Phil.
"But Daddy, they don't care if it is three minutes or three weeks. Can't we say hi," Betty said, voicing what their dogs must have been thinking.
Phil crawled into the driver seat and cranked the motorhome. He pulled out onto Pacific Coast Highway. The rush hour traffic was over, but one would never know in L.A. Betty entertained the dogs before getting into the other chair.
"Well, my sweet hubby, say goodbye to downtown L.A." Betty said after they came through the famous 4-level I-110 and I-10 interchange. She was looking at the downtown skyline.
"You know, I am glad to leave, but coming back for a visit someday won't be so bad," Phil said.
"Yes, I am with you on that. The democratic establishment in Sacramento is killing this state."
They took I-10 east and south on I-15 to the 60 Freeway and headed east toward Moreno Valley. They followed the GPS off Day Street to the Hibachi Buffet. There was a big parking lot in which to park the motorhome. They would be meeting Destiny Ann Jones, their new housekeeper.
Destiny was an even 5 feet tall and was wearing a skirt. It was 6 inches above the knee with 2 inch stripes running horizontally. The skirt had sharp green and brown colors that brought attention to the tan color of her legs. She was wearing a white shirt without buttons that she tied together closely up under her curvaceous breasts exposing her midriff. It made a wonderful California tan showing a perfect tiny waist. Her hair was rock and roll style auburn red. She had big piercing green eyes. Every inch of her was jaw-dropping.
"Oh, my, would you look at that girl! The picture she sent must have been an old one. She is better built than a brick shit house," Betty said, pointing to Destiny walking up to the motorhome pulling a big suitcase on rollers behind her.
"My darling, you are beautiful to look at; but, it is going to be hard to walk behind that girl."
"That's okay, honey. I will take care of you when it gets hard."
"That sounds like a plan. What about when she is walking toward me?"
"Then she might have to watch."
"Open door," Betty said to the voice activated door.
When she stepped out, Destiny grabbed her and hugged her like she was a long-lost sister. When Phil stepped out, he was awarded the same; but he didn't feel like a brother!
Phil put her bag inside the motorhome, and they went into the buffet to eat. "The meal is on us, Destiny."
They filled their plates and found a table in the corner away from other people.
"I just can't believe it. I hate this town. I am finally going to get away."
"Don't you have family here, Destiny?" Phil asked.
"First, Mr. Phil, call me Ann. I have no one here but an old grouch who called herself my foster mother."
"Ann, why don't you call us Phil and Betty? We want you to feel like you are equal to us. We will all have specific responsibilities. I can't cook and I'm a deplorable housekeeper. Betty kept the books for our business for 20 years. It consumed all her time and now she has forgotten how to cook. We had a cook and housekeeper that lived with her children next door."
"Ann, I did not say anything to Phil about what you told me about your life. Please tell him your story."
"I was born to a prostitute that got pregnant. She was going to abort me and got talked into keeping me. From the time I was old enough to remember, she forced me to cook and keep house. I really enjoyed it. I feel at ease when I cook and clean. I was eight when she disappeared while I was at school.
Since that time, I have been moved from foster home to foster home. I don't know what motivated me, but I wanted to continue doing what I do best. The school I went to helped some, but I found an on-line housekeeping school from which I have a diploma. I also worked for three years as a cook for the Green Frog Restaurant."
She looked first at Phil and then at Betty, then continued, "I learned all the proper foods that will keep us nice and fit."
"You sound like you are going to fit right in with us. We will have no rules outside of our designated responsibilities," Betty said.
Everything seemed to fall into place. They were like long-time friends when they left the buffet. The dogs had finished sniffing the suitcase by the time they entered the motorhome. They attacked Ann with their noses.
"Put the clothes you want to wear over the next few days in that closet to your left. Make yourself at home. Wear what is comfortable. Then, I will put your suitcase in the storage compartment with ours," Phil said.
While she was getting her things out, Phil programmed the security system. He said, "Ann, when I push this button, please say, 'open the door.' When I push it the second time say, 'close the door'."
When she finished taking out the clothes she wanted to keep in the closet, Phil took her suitcase outside to place it in the storage compartment below. When he came back into the motorhome, Ann was slipping into a large smock with just panties on. Phil moaned to himself, "This is going to be hard to deal with."
They began their journey toward Texas. Phil was driving and Betty was showing Ann the sites on the computer where they were going to be looking. They were going to start at Brownsville and work their way along the coast.
"P.A. system on," Betty said. Then to Phil she said, "Sweetheart, don't over-extend yourself on driving. We can stop anywhere. We don't have to get there today."
"Baby, would you please look to see if there is a KOA campground in Blythe. That is about as far as I want to push it today."
Betty clicked on the KOA icon and found the phone number. She pushed the call button and gave the number out loud to the phone. When they answered she said, "We are in Desert Center. Do you have a space for a 45-foot motorhome and big toy trailer?"
"Yes ma'am, we do."
"Great! Our account number is 5551212. We want it for tonight only."
"Okay, your reservation is complete. You will have space number 15."
In the three hours they had been together, Betty was becoming attached to Ann. She wanted her to feel totally comfortable. Her mind was racing. She knew Ann was just a young woman who was chasing her dream. Betty had a twin sister that was stillborn and had no brothers. She had coveted the women she came face to face with through work when they talked about their sisters.
Ever since Ann hugged her when she stepped out the door in Moreno Valley, Betty was rolling these thoughts over and over in her mind. What was she to do? Phil never seemed to have a problem being an only child. She always told him when the women talked about their sisters. Knowing how she missed having the sister she was supposed to have had, Phil would always hold her and comfort her.
Betty started thinking and worrying. How could she make sure Ann stayed with them and be the 'sister' she always wanted? If Ann found a man, she would leave and Betty would be back where she started from. She did not think she could bear the thought of not having a sister again.
Phil never talked about anything that would give her an indication that he yearned for anything other than her companionship. Her mind started to put up different schemes to make it happen. How could she make her husband feel that closeness with Ann that she was feeling? Could she contrive a way to bring her husband and Ann together?
Betty made the decision to try. She said, "Ann, I know you have had to work real hard to reach your goal. Let's get you some clothes that will match ours. We will stop at Sears. There is a Sears at Blythe."
"You don't have to do that."
"I know we don't have to. My twin sister was stillborn. I have missed my sister all of my life. You are the first person to come along that has filled that void. I hope that doesn't scare you off."
"Betty, that is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. I, too, have always longed for a sister. I will try to always make you and Phil happy."
Betty smiled and thought to herself, "This might not be as hard as I thought."
"You know, Ann, I love to shop. I have not had new clothes in quite a while. We can have a good old shopping spree."
Overhearing that "shopping" word, Phil said, "I heard that, Betty. I know when you decide to go shopping, I need to stay home. So, I am going to find something on television and relax."
When they left, Phil stripped down to his boxers and lay down on the bed. He turned on the television and found NASCAR. Within minutes, he was sound asleep.
When Ann and Betty came back inside the motorhome, Phil was sound asleep and his manhood was sticking straight out of his boxers. Ann could not help but stare.
"I won't tell him you saw him, Ann."
"Okay," was all Ann could say. She tore her eyes away and busied herself putting away her clothes.
Betty let it be and went to bed herself.
Phil woke up about 4:00 a.m., made some coffee, and fired off the motorhome. While it warmed up, he went outside and loaded up the Durango. He went back inside, poured his coffee, lowered the jacks, petted the dogs, and pulled out.
When the girls woke up later in the morning they could see the skyline of Phoenix.
"Baby, you have been doing some traveling! How long have you been driving?" Betty said, putting her arms around him and kissing him on the neck.
"My, a man could get use to all this attention."
About that time, the coffee pot beeped with the warning it was cutting off. Phil held up his cup and said, "Could one of you pour me another cup of coffee before it gets cold, please."
"That will be my job. What do you want in it?" Ann said, taking his cup and continued, Betty, do you want some coffee?
"I'll take black and Betty will take one scoop of cream and one spoon of sugar."
After she got their coffee, she got her own and sat in the recliner that faced the front. She saw Phil looking in the mirror and could not help herself. She looked out the window before their eyes met and raised her leg to give him a better view.
Betty saw her husband out of the corner of her eye and made sure not to make eye contact with him.
Betty's phone rang through the P.A. "Hello. May I help you?" she said.
"Yes, this is Howard Kiplinger. You asked me to let you know if a house opened up. I have one you might be interested in that just went on the market."
"Where is it?"
"It is on the bluffs at Riviera Beach, Texas."
"Can you hold it until we get there?"
"Let me talk to my boss. I will call you right back."
"Okay, I will wait for your call."
Phil was already typing in the concordance in the GPS. It popped up 15 hours and 48 minutes. "That is a long time for me to drive without stopping."
Ann jumped up. She got closer as if the P.A. would not pick up her voice, "I went with one of my foster fathers on the road in his 18-wheeler. He let me drive it. I know I can drive this motorhome."
"That does it then. I need to fill it up. There is a JJ Food Mart that sells diesel at the next exit. I will fill it up and let you try it."
The phone rang and Betty said, "This is Betty. May I help you?"
"This is Howard again. We can only hold it until 9:00 in the morning."
"We will be at your door at 9:00 a.m. then."
They had plenty of food onboard and just fueled up. Phil watched Ann drive for about five minutes and said, "Ann, you handle this like a car. I will go back and lay down. It is 9:30. We have enough fuel for you to drive all day. If you can drive until 5:30, I can drive the rest of the way."
"That won't be a problem."
Phil gave Betty a big lip-lock, kissed Ann on the cheek, and said, "I am going to lie down and try to get some sleep."
He went back, closed the door, stripped down to his boxers and lay on the bed. He lay there but could not sleep. He was about to get up when Betty opened the door and walked in leaving the door open. She crawled up on the bed. She pulled him out through the fly of his boxers. "Close your eyes and I will make you sleepy."
She ran her hand up his leg to his sack. Wetting her tongue good, she opened her mouth and took him in slowly, keeping her tongue wet. She leaned back so she could look up at the front where Ann was. She could see Ann's fixation with driving and looking in the mirror.
Betty intensified her work. She increased the speed of the action on him, acknowledging his moan of pleasure. "Are you enjoying this, baby? Don't speak; just sleep." She heard the echo and knew Ann could hear, too. She increased her work to keep him on the peak of exploding but also making sure he did not cum.
When he did go over the edge, she removed her head. She knew at what point to grab him with her hand to catch the right amount of his precious fluid to make it slippery. He shot his load up in the air. Betty caught Ann seeming to climax, too as Phil bucked and snorted, "Ooooh Oyo-Mmmm!"
He slowly lost his hardness. Betty then licked up all the leftovers. She kissed him on the mouth and said, "Go to sleep now, baby."
Ann was enjoying the driving. She loved the time she was allowed to drive the big rig. She thought about things that had transpired over the last two days. She could not believe how attracted she was to both Betty and Phil.
Phil closed the door to the bedroom. A few minutes later Betty said, "I am going to help him sleep."
"I wonder how she is going to do that?" Ann thought. She looked in the mirror and saw Betty open the door but she did not close it. It was hard watching the road and the mirror too. When she looked in the second time she almost ran off the road. She watched the whole thing. She was more excited than she had ever been. When he reached climax, she did too.
Betty got up front and asked, "Ann, do you want coffee or coke?"
"I'll take a coke."
Betty got two cokes and opened them. She put Ann's in the holder next to her. By now they were in Phoenix, downtown area. "You handle this thing like a pro. I will not even try."