Chapter 10

Once they were back in the dressing room, Darlene moved to Angel’s side, placing a comforting hand on her back as she leaned in to whisper, “How was it? I didn’t expect you to go all the way on your first time.”

Angel turned to face her, her expression a mix of vulnerability and quiet determination. “Lola ... it’s been a long time since I’ve been with a man. Since I’ve been with my husband.” Her voice cracked, and before Darlene could respond, Angel suddenly wrapped her arms around her, burying her face against her neck as a wave of emotion overtook her.

Darlene stiffened for half a second, startled by the outburst, but then softened, gently wrapping her arms around Angel, holding her as the woman let it all out.

“There, there.” Darlene said, holding Angel.

Angel finally got herself together, and pulled back from Darlene looking at her in the eye. “THank you Lola. I’m sorry about getting all emotional on you, and I don’t even know you.” she said, finally releasing Darlene and taking a tissue to wipe away her tears.

“Angel, it is quite ok. Don’t worry. I was expecting it actually.” Lola said, with a laugh and smile.

Angel looked at her, a question on her mind, but then she understood what she was talking about and laughed with her. “I suppose that I was.”

Angel put her face back on, then used a washcloth to clean away the semen that had leaked out of her pussy and put another outfit on so that she could try her hand at dancing.

Seeing her getting ready, Darlene simply checked her makeup and then went back out onto the floor to drum up some private dances. She was sure that Angel was going to be OK.

Darlene found four men willing to get a private dance and all of them were willing to refrain from having sex per her request. All of them left with a happy smile on her face and cocks dripping fluid.

When the club closed, the dancers settled up with Frank, and Darlene made her way to her car, eager to return to the one place where she truly belonged. The neon glow of the city faded behind her as she drove home to a loving husband and a welcoming home.

“Honey! I’m home!” Darlene called out as she stepped through the door, kicking off her heels. Brent was already there, a huge smile spreading across his face as he opened his arms wide, welcoming her like she was the most precious thing in his world.

“Hi, honey. Welcome home.” He pulled her into a firm, warm embrace. “How was your shift? Make a lot of guys happy?”

Darlene closed her eyes, breathing in his scent, pressing her nose lightly against his neck. The familiar, grounding warmth of him filled her with comfort.

“It went well,” she murmured, holding onto him as if he were the steady rock she could always lean on.

“Good. Hungry? I made dinner for you.”

She smiled as he led her to the kitchen, where a freshly baked meatloaf waited, still warm and fragrant.

Later, as she sat curled up on the couch, Brent settled at her feet, gently kneading her calves with strong, slow strokes as she ate. The rhythm of his hands, the weight of his touch—it all felt like love poured through his fingertips.

Darlene sighed, closing her eyes briefly as a blissful warmth spread through her muscles. “Oh, honey, this is so good,” she said, her voice drowsy with satisfaction, her mouth still full of food.

Brent chuckled, his fingers pressing into the soft arch of her foot, making her exhale in relief. “Good. I’m glad you like it.”

Neither of them spoke much after that, but they didn’t need to.

Darlene ate, savoring every bite—not just of the food, but of the moment. Brent’s hands moved in slow, comforting motions, and as he rubbed her feet and calves, they both drifted into a quiet space of love and connection. No distractions. No words needed.

Just the simple, unspoken language of touch and presence.

When the massage and food were done, Darlene was both tired from work and wanting her husband’s touch on the rest of her body. Her feet and legs were relaxed and feeling great, but now the rest of her needed attention.

Brent saw what she was thinking, feeling, through their link, which got him interested in making love with her before bed. He put her feet on the floor then stood before her silently, holding his hand out to her. She took it and stood before him then followed long behind him to their bedroom.

He pulled the comforter back, opening a space for her to recline. Brent moved to undress her and when he was done, she was reclining on her elbows, her knees pressed together and a sultry look on her face as Brent stood before her to remove his shirt and shorts as she gazed at him lovingly.

Brent was erect, his cock eager to join Darlene once again as husband and wife. Darlene opened her legs to him as he crawled over her. Brent kissed her body starting with her belly button, then her ribs, then each of her breasts even giving her nipples a suck as he moved up her body. He kissed her neck, her jaw, nipping her earlobes and sucking firmly on the space between her ears and shoulder getting her to sigh and moan at the same time.

“Please honey, make love to me.” she said, her arousal heavy in her voice. Brent balanced on one hand while reaching between them to slot his erection into her pussy as she held him with her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck. Brent slowly, effortlessly, pushing into her body until he was fully seated within her. Both sighing happily, hungrily, as their love making started.

This was not a marathon fuck, this was reunion sex of two people who deeply love one another and had been away for a time. Brent slowly moved in and out of his wife’s body, paying attention to her feelings as he worked to stimulate as much of her body as he could. He pushed all the way into her, flexed his hips left and right, trying to stimulate her clit while giving her something different inside of her body.

“Oh yes.” Darlene said breathlessly.

Brent went back to in-n-out while adding side to side to his movements until both were overcome with their orgasms. Both groaning as her pussy flexed around his cock and he came sending his semen splashing against her cervix.

“I love you.” they both said at the same time, and giggled together at their commonality of thought.

They moved through the bathroom getting cleaned up for bed and settling down for the night together and intertwined.

Stephanie Sutton, aka Angel, lounged in her bed. After she had left the club, money in her hands, she arrived at her tiny assisted living apartment and went to bed. The memories of the men she had danced for, had sex with, replayed in her mind over and over again. The feeling of their cocks in her pussy, the cum they had left there, the feeling of it splashing against her cervix, all added up to some wonderful feelings and wonderful memories.

Hey, am I ok? She asked her WE, partially concerned that there was something wrong with her.

Stephanie, you are quite fine. Why do you ask?

I had sex with a bunch of guys last night, and here I am fantasizing about them. What is wrong with me?

The WE spoke to her gently, lovingly, assuring her she was fine and if she liked something, admit it and enjoy it.

You know, back when I was a teen, liking sex was seen as gross. The girls who admitted it were called sluts. Several memories came to her mind that the WE watched.

Your past is the past. What was said a long time ago no longer bares any weight now. If those women who said those awful things to you are still alive, then they are experiencing things today that many of them said were gross back then. It would be hypocritical of them to enjoy something today while putting you down years ago. Her WE said to her, while checking to see all of the women who spoke to her rudely, all enjoying sex with their men over and over again. Hypocrites in deed.

Stephanie sighed, letting her hands run over her body, teasing her nipples, then rubbing her stomach, even going down between her legs to play with her pussy lips as more memories ran through her mind.

Stephanie’s love of sex had prevented her from finding a mate before. She went from one romance to another, never able to settle down with one single man. She had tried, but when he found her and another man having sex, he left never to return.

Her work had provided for her, allowing her to survive on her own but at times she had wished that she hadn’t been as sexual as she had been.

As her fingers toyed with her sex, her mind kept playing the feeling of a man’s cock sliding in and out of her pussy and the feeling of the orgasms she had while at work. The intensity of her memories drove her fingers, pinching, rubbing, sliding in and out of her body driving her body to the orgasm that she longed for.

“NGGGGG.” She groaned as her orgasm left her breathless.

She licked her fingers, savoring the taste of her wetness, as she relaxed until it was time to leave for work.

Angel’s second shift went well. She danced on stage drawing the attention of the men in the room and collecting dollars that rained down from the men around her stage.

Darlene came on afterward and aroused the crowd and drew their attention as she moved around the stage. Dollar bills rained down for her as well.

The other dancers, Roxy, Luna and the others, all spent their time rotating around the club and dancing on stage. The crowds weren’t big at this time of the day, but enough men came in to make it worthwhile for the girls on stage.

“Come on babe, I’m so hard after watching you, just this once, let me cum in you.” A man begged Lola as they sat talking in the private dance area.

“Look, I’ve got a thousand dollars for you if you let me cum in you.”

Darlene, aka Lola Belle, stood wearing a dress shirt and not much else, stood with her hands on her hips as the man held his wallet out in front of her, begging for sex while Darlene kept saying no.

“Look, I am glad you want me, but I just don’t do that sort of thing.”

“But why?”

Darlene huffed, aggravated by his insistence on sex, finally told him the truth. “My husband asked me not to. He is fine with me dancing, but would rather I not have sex with so many men at work.”

“YOUR MARRIED!?” The man nearly shouted.

“Yes I am and my husband loves me, giving me more than just money.” Darlene said, moving to sit next to him even as the music played on.

The man looked down at his hands and the wallet he still held, then asked. “Does anyone else go all the way? I could really use a release before I go back to work.”

“Some do, some don’t. I’m here now so do you want a dance or not?”

The man finally relented and agreed for a dance only. His erection still stuck up from his lap like a lightning rod looking for a strike. Darlene collected the money from him and as the next song started, she began her dance.

Angel was two seats over also dancing for a man who had also asked for sex and she gladly agreed, looking forward to that familiar stretch down there between her legs as she settled onto his cock as their dance continued.

Angel and Lola Belle seemed to be in sync with each other as they danced and moved on and off of their guys as the songs played on.

When both women were nude, Lola kept teasing her man while Angel settled on his lap staying there until he drew the man’s cum from his cock and balls. Angel happily accepted the man’s cum relishing the feeling of him splashing his cum against the inside of her body.

Darlene and Angel both thanked and hugged the men they had entertained leading them back to the main room. They left them going back to the dressing room to get dressed before dancing on stage or entertaining another customer.

Angel took a seat, checking her makeup, then pulling the wad of cash out of her purse and thumbed through it. “I can’t believe that men still pay for it.” She muttered to herself, counting her cash.

Darlene leaned over and eyed the money she had. A small spark of jealousy passed through her, but she clamped down on it when she thought about how she got that money. What she had to do for that money, things that she wasn’t going to do, for the sake of her husband and their relationship.

“Angel honey, you know you don’t have to go all the way with everyone. It’s ok to say no sometimes.” Lola said to her quietly.

Angel paused her counting and thought about her words. “Sure, but where’s the fun in that?”

Lola tried to laugh but was actually worried about her coworker. What is going on with Angel?

Nothing is wrong with her. She is actually quite sexual and loves the feeling of having sex. She is doing this on her own. She is actually really enjoying the feeling of being desired and fucked over and over again. Darlene’s WE said to her.

Darlene watched Angel getting ready, pulling a slutty nurse outfit out of her bag and putting it on, then double checking her crotch to make sure she wasn’t leaking. Satisfied with her look and cleanliness, she put on the brief little white panties and walked out to the main floor trying to drum up business once again.

Darlene put a dress on and got herself ready for another dance. She was just two dancers away from going on stage again. Not enough time for a private dance and clean up, so she sat backstage and waited.

I love you honey. Thank you for being so considerate. It means the world to me. Brent said to her through their link. He passed along to her love, reinforcing their connection, making sure that she knew how much he cared about her needs and feelings.

Darlene sent back the love she felt for him letting him know how important he was to her.

Brent let the love pass through his mind and body as he relaxed on the couch with the TV playing some old rerun.

He changed his focus to the WEnet and started looking for a job to fill his time and maybe provide for Darlene and hopefully the children she would have for him.

Brent, if children are what you want, you and Darlene could simply fill out an application to have kids. It is quite a simple process, you know.

“I know, but we have all the time in the world now so there isn’t any rush. Thanks for letting me know.”

Brent flipped through the channels letting his mind wander around the WEnet as office job after office job popped up for him to review. Then a warehouse job came up and he stopped to review it. He had been in the Air Force, had worked for years dealing with materials, those that went boom and those that didn’t. He had years of experience and figured that he would fit right in.

“We, please submit my name to this job for me. Send them my resume and work history. Please include all of the work I did while in the Air Force. I think I would be a good fit for this job.”

Do you see the time of the job? It is an overnight job. What are you and Darlene going to do?

“Oh shoot.” he said, when he thought about Darlene and her job. Some weeks she was working days, afternoons or evenings. Her shift rotated around so that all of the women in the club had a chance to work the evening shift while also covering the two day shifts. The three week schedule also allowed them to have their period in peace.

Brent went back to the job listing and read through it completely. The shift was either a second shift for slightly higher pay or nights with the most money. He understood the need for nights, that is when the trucks are usually loaded for delivery the first thing in the morning. Or the trucks are loaded earlier in the day for delivery in the evening. Second shift had a small pay differential, but it was the way it would align with Darlene’s schedule that finally helped him make his decision. Second shift was the one for him and his bride.

That’s good Brent. I’ve updated your application and someone should be reaching out to you soon.

Brent looked at his bank account and saw that the government was still paying him his pension as he expected. What is going to happen to my pension? Are they going to stop it or just pay me for the rest of my life?

Now that the world has come to peace, no more wars, the US government is going to keep paying your pension since that is still cheaper than what it was spending on war and materials.

Brent sighed, relieved that his pay would continue. This would help them to keep the house and pay for several other luxuries.

Brent picked up the house, ran the vacuum, and made sure the kitchen was clean. He checked Darlene’s schedule and planned dinner so it would be ready when she got home—this time, steak and potatoes. When she arrived, wearing a comfy jacket, joggers, and tennis shoes, she found him at the grill.

She moved behind him, carefully slid her arms under his apron and hugged him while he poked the steak as they cooked.

“Hi honey.” he said, holding her arms against his body.

She kissed his shoulders as the smell of cooking meat wafted up from the grill. “If you keep cooking like this for me, I’m going to get fat.”

“No you won’t. You are burning off too many calories at work for that to happen. I’ve seen the amount of exercise you do when dancing. There is no way you are going to get fat.”

He found the steak just right and moved them to a platter. He picked up the potatoes from the grill and put them on the same platter as Darlene released him and they moved back into the house together.

“How was work?” he asked her, making plates for each of them.

“Same, but I don’t understand men. This world is now free, completely free for men and women to be with anyone they want, but they are still coming to the club over and over again. Even today some guy practically begged me to have sex with him. He could have any woman out there who was of age, but he came to the club and begged me to do it with him. What is it with you guys?” Darlene said, popping a bite of steak into her mouth as she ranted.

Brent just smiled at her. “Some guys are just that way.” Brent took a bite of steak and savored the taste of the steak, proud of himself for cooking just right. “For instance, how many guys get off watching porn? Millions? Billions? All of us?” Brent asked rhetorically, then answering his own question before she could swallow her bite.

“The answer may be everyone, but me. I just don’t enjoy it. It’s silly and so fake that it just doesn’t do anything for me. I would much rather come home to my wife, my love, than masturbate to two strangers pretending to enjoy themselves.”

Darlene thought about his words, eating the lovely meal Brent had made for her, before she spoke. “Is that true? You don’t like porn?”

“Nope. Never really got off on it.”

She smiled at him. “Thank you honey.”

They retired to the family room, the TV playing in the background as they cuddled on the couch, a soft blanket draped over them. Though they were wrapped up in each other, they each drifted into their own thoughts.

Brent absentmindedly traced lazy circles over Darlene’s bare skin while flipping through channels, searching for something to watch.

Rule 8 had been in place for a while now, but since most primetime shows had been filmed before the WE went live, the actors on screen were still clothed. Only live broadcasts, like the evening news, fully adhered to the new norms.

During a commercial break, Brent spoke up. “Honey, I applied for a job today.”

Still scrolling through the WEnet, Darlene barely looked up. “What kind of job?”

“A warehouse job. It seemed like a good fit for me based on my years in the military.”

That got her attention. She twisted around slightly and looked at him. “Will it interfere with me working? We only have one car, you know.”

Brent cursed under his breath. “Shit. I hadn’t thought about that.” He paused, thinking, but Darlene beat him to the obvious conclusion.

“Looks like you’ll have to get your license after all. And we’ll need a new car for you too.”

“Double shit,” Brent muttered. “When’s your next day off? Next week, right?”

“Yeah. My fourth week is coming up, so I’ll be off ... and dealing with my monthly visitor.”

Brent chuckled. “Won’t be a problem for me, honey. Not my first time.”

Darlene smirked but quickly changed the subject. “Oh, that reminds me—we’ve got a new dancer at the club. Nice lady, about our age, and she’s actually good at it.”

“Did she dance before?” he asked.

“No, actually. I don’t know all of her history, but she didn’t dance before the WE. I gave her my routines, and she’s been using them with some success.”

Brent nodded. “Good. Is she pretty?”

Darlene shrugged. “Sure. She’s even got big boobs and seems pretty popular with the guys.”

Brent raised an eyebrow. He searched their mental link for the deeper meaning behind her words, but she blocked him out.

“She’s having sex with everyone, nosy pants.” Darlene gave him a playful slap on the leg.

Brent processed that for a moment. “Let me get this straight. You have a new girl at the club who’s freely sleeping with customers, and you’re concerned about her for doing this. Is that right?”

“Yes.” Darlene’s voice grew suddenly frustrated.

Brent wrapped his arms around her and kissed the side of her head. “Tell me then, why does it bother you? Isn’t it her choice who she allows into her body?”

Darlene shifted in his lap, straddling him as she met his eyes. “Yes, but ... that’s the problem.”