Chapter 19: Adventures for Lois

I awoke to the aroma of bacon wafting through the house from our kitchen. I thought about how Dax must be up early, but then I realized that he was stirring awake right next to me. I then recalled that Lois was with us.

Lois was puttering around the kitchen preparing French toast and bacon when I arrived in the kitchen. She was naked except for an apron and high heels. Even I had to admit that she was a little sex pot.

Lois came and kissed me. “Thank you so much for last night. You’ll never know how much that all meant to me. Yesterday will go down in my memory as the day I not only left my abusive and controlling husband but also the day that I established a new level of sexuality for myself. You and Dax were so wonderful to me. I really am ready to be your sex slave, but I hope you’ll take me to one of the Saturday parties you raved about. That’s been a constant thought for me over the past year.”

I laughed, “Come with us Saturday, of course. I’ll let Crystal know. As for the two of us and your status as a sex slave, you will have to let us know if we overpower you with our sex drives. Both of us can be insatiable, as you’ll probably find out today.”

I aimed Dax at Lois’ sweet pussy as he came into the kitchen wearing his boxers. About sixty seconds later, I took over cooking the French toast as he drove his cock into her as she lay back on the kitchen table with her legs in the air.

There was no finesse, and only a few sweet words for Lois. Dax’s morning fucks were almost pure animal. He slammed into her body for five minutes and then left his load in her. Fortunately, she had two orgasms in the process.

Dax motioned to me and took over the cooking. I went and jabbed three fingers into Lois’ warm slit, wet with my husband’s spunk and ate her to another orgasm. I also deposited a mouthful of that spunk into her mouth from my own, but didn’t snowball back with her. This could become such a nice morning routine.

We ate at the kitchen table with the aroma of sex and bacon heavy in the surrounding air. We were all naked by then, and I was still aroused. After we were finished, I had Dax fuck me in our bed, and then he went off to shower and shave. He did have to get to work and he’d be late, but had a smile and happy attitude for the day after knocking off two different pussies since getting up.

When I came back downstairs, I found Lois naked and crying on the sofa. “Lois, what’s wrong?”

“I think I overstepped your hospitality. I’m so sorry ... I needed what happened, but I didn’t mean to steal your husband ... or have you do things to me – for me, other than house me.”

I realized what an emotional roller coaster Lois was probably on, what with leaving her husband, having feared him for a long time, and then finding relief and even love in our home.

I laughed and that puzzled her. “I am far from angry with you. I even have come to love you more than I did, and I think Dax feels that, too. We want to take care of you and restore you to happiness about your life.”

“And all the sex?”

“Was great and I hope we do a lot more of it before you return home. Don’t feel you have to run away, however. I really do like having a sex slave around here.” I giggled and ran a finger down her cheek, her neck, and then across her chest as I teased both nipples.

Lois gave a wan smile. “Thank you. I just might stay a bit, especially with all the sex, if that’s what you really mean.”

I assured her that I wanted her around a lot. She’d been close to being my best friend before Gordon made her sever her ties with everyone she knew. What an ass he proved to be.

Lois and I spent the day together. I didn’t have to work doing any editing for my publisher. We talked a bit, did our own thing for a while, and talked some more. She was adjusting to her new single status as a divorcée.

I did get a call around three o’clock on the burner phone from the concierge at the Westin. He needed a companion for a gentleman that evening starting around six-thirty for drinks and dinner in their rooftop bar. He described Dean Winter to me, my ‘date’ and I warmed up to the idea of a ‘date’ right away: mid-forties, tall, dark, and handsome, with a bankroll of cash in his pocket. I promised I’d be there since it was my turn in City Girls to take on a new ‘date’.