Chapter 15: Insert Tab B into Slot A

It was Carl’s night to cook and he whipped up a quick dinner of tortellini in marinara sauce and salad.

Sally said, “Before we get in the Cauldron, I have a problem. It’s Marianne. Every day she latches on to my pussy and licks until I have come several times. She’s wearing me out, and I think she needs a younger, more suitable partner. For myself, I’m missing fucks with a man, particularly this man. Any suggestions?”

Cecie: “Marianne is becoming a total carpet muncher. I can take her on some client visits and widen her horizons.”

With that proposal, the trio stripped and sank into the bubbling Cauldron. They didn’t stay long, as the chlorine smell was still strong after servicing. So they left the spa covered and made for Sally’s shower for a quick rinse, then tumbled into her bed for a night of love and passion.

Marianne and Cecie went out on three uneventful site visits. At the fourth site, they met with Angela, the site administrator. Angela was tall and slender, with a purple tint in her short black hair and purple paint on her nails. Marianne was instantly attracted.

Cecie: “Actually, Angela, we’re here to give you an award. Your fix to the visitor logs has been rolled out to our clients, and so this $300 bounty check goes to you!” Angela was beaming.

At the end of the visit, Angela said, “Now that I’m rich, can I get you folks dinner tonight?” Cecie: “I have to get home to my husband, sorry.”

“What about you, Marianne?” “I’m free, we can leave together.” Cecie packed up and left them in the server room. “So, Angela, tell me something personal, if you want.”

“Let’s see, I drive a Subaru, I live with a male chef—wait, don’t be disappointed—I’m gay, and so is he, and he’s away for a few days. That means our kitchen is ridiculously equipped and I would love to cook for you. But first,” Angela embraced Marianne and they enjoyed a beautiful soft kiss.

“How did you know?” whispered Marianne. “Your eyes have been all over my body since you arrived. I think your panties are wet, mine sure are. Let’s go to my place. And please call me ‘A’ like everyone else does.”

At A’s flat, they enjoyed a quick delicious dinner. “And now for dessert. Meet me naked in the left-side bedroom, don’t delay!” Marianne was already struggling out of her business clothes and heels. Standing at the bedside, Marianne realized her lips were at the same height as A’s enlarged nipples, so she allowed her tongue to wander freely. Her hands were grabbing A’s toned butt cheeks, which seemed almost manly in her grasp.

“You’re like an athlete, A,” she said. In response, Marianne was swept off her feet and placed in the bed, ready for oral love. They shared several orgasms and then took a break. Marianne noticed baseball memorabilia on the wall. Most of it was green. “The Oakland A’s?” Angela giggled. “Right the first time. Want to move in?”

“I d-don’t know. I kinda like dick, too.” “Me three. But my roomie Bernie can be persuaded to pinch hit on occasion, and he swings a heavy bat.”

“Wow, sounds perfect. Let me make a call and I’ll stay here tonight, if you’ll have me.” “I already had you four times, and you don’t need to ask me.”

As it turned out, Marianne never left and became A’s constant companion. They even attended a ball game together when the Athletics cruised into town. Marianne got a cap that said “A’s” and when she returned to their seats she pointed at her head and said, “I sure am!” That remark cemented their relationship.