Chapter 299: Rosie Robinson, 27, warm-up act...

Sara Dumas was still a little off balance as they climbed the stairs to the deck of the Bayou Bar. Carole was there. Carole was astonishingly gorgeous. Joe-Joe, Charlie’s classmate, would also be watching her get fucked.

When she saw all the people — most of whom were naked — she thought, Well, the rumors were true.

A large Irish woman hugged Carole, then Richie. She held out her hand, “Hi there, I’m Sinéad Donahue.”

“Sara. Sara Dumas, pleased to meet you.”

Sinéad took her hand, and led her into the crowd, introducing the city girl to several mothers. Sara registered the hungry look in the boys’ eyes, and began to relax. This was a good warmup for her Saturday morning show. God, what a week!

By the time Richie took her over to the freshly-made bed, Sara had begun to relax. Then he lay down on his back, hands behind his head, totally at ease. Sara looked at that massive erection, back to Richie’s eyes, back down. He didn’t say a word, just smiled warmly at her.

But she knew — he was having her do all the work this time. The crowd murmured approvingly as he flexed his cock twice. Sara was excited, but not sexually aroused, not yet.

So she fingered herself as she licked and sucked him. She understood on some subliminal level that he was taking a passive role because he wanted to show off. To show all these people how she would work to please him. Would do whatever it took to get him off.

As she raised up on her knees to straddle him, to lower herself onto his cock, Carole moved directly into her field of vision. Sara had momentarily forgotten she was there.

Some instinct, something primal, told her to stare into Carole’s eyes as she guided his cock into her pussy. She lowered herself slowly, but steadily until he was fully embedded. Never once looking away from a beaming Carole.

On the way to Ray-Ray’s, Linda said, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“I think you’ll be glad, hon. Unless you get the guilts. I mean, I hope you’re sure you really want to.”

“That’s the thing — I’m not sure, not at all. I mean, I wouldn’t even be considering it if you weren’t having all the fun. You make my life seem sorta drab, colorless.”

“Well.”

“But we only live once, right? I mean, it’s pretty harmless, right? As long as Barney doesn’t find out.”

Linda went back and forth for the entire five-minute drive. But she never once told Rosie to turn around. As Rosie parked in front, she smiled at her friend, “Last chance.”

“No, I’m gonna do it. You’ll be right there, right?”

“Of course.”

Ray-Ray met them at the front door. He was just out of the shower, toweling himself off. Like with Rosie at Contrary Mary’s, his was only the second erection that Linda had seen. Live, that is. Like several other church-going housewives, Linda ignored Reverend Mosby’s edicts against pornography. Thankfully, his nascent movement to have his deacons check all the browser histories of his parishioners never gained much traction.

Even though Linda had gone to Ray-Ray’s home to have sex, the abruptness of his appearance threw her off balance. But Rosie was prepared to keep things moving, “You want me to undress too, Ray-Ray?”

“Acourse.”

Rosie’s nakedness relaxed Linda. As she undressed, she told herself, “He already saw me naked on FaceTime.”

Ray-Ray ignored Rosie, and complimented Linda, “Beautiful. Turn around. Sexy, very sexy.”

In the boys’ bedroom, Ray-Ray adjusted the angle of the tripod-mounted camera. Linda said, “Wait. I ... uh...”