Chapter 40

Monday morning dawned hot and humid. I felt like I could see steam rising from the grass in the backyard. Kat was splayed out in the bed, naked, after having taken two ambien to get to sleep. She needed a long rest. For the first time, I watched Rita sleep. She was curled up in a fetal position on her side, with the comforter tucked underneath her chin. I was so glad she had taken the day off work so she could witness the insanity of the football party the night before.

I was surprisingly refreshed, but then I looked at my phone and saw it was almost noon. Ten hours of sleep will do that to you. I also had several text messages and two missed calls from Jess.

“Call me ASAP,” she had written five minutes earlier.

I immediately dialed her.

“Hey, babe,” Jess said. There was a lot of ambient noise in the background.

“Everything okay, darling? Sorry, I slept late,” I said.

“You needed it,” Jess said. “So did Kat. Trust me, I get it.”

She was talking fast, and I knew she must have kept the party going all night.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“I’m about to hop on a jet to Miami,” Jess said. “Johnny and Bryce and a couple other guys wanted to take advantage of their two days off by getting out of town. Shelly and I are going. So are Sabrina and Brittany. Alix is going to take care of coordinating the agency while I’m gone.”

“Is David going?” I asked.

“No,” Jess said. “I think he’s just going to keep Kelsey locked in that dungeon forever.”

We laughed. Mine was packed with relief.

“You must have had happy clients last night,” I said.

“You wouldn’t believe it,” Jess said. “They were beyond content.”

“You’re not mad I took Kat home early?” I asked.

“No,” Jess said. She paused briefly. “John, Kat is going to take a break. She needs it. We had talked about it. But there’s something else you should know.”

“What’s that?” As I spoke, my heart rose in my throat.

“You should talk to her about it, but Kat asked me to spend a couple weeks in LA,” Jess said. “Kelly and I were discussing moving forward with our agency collaboration. Kat asked that she be the Infinity representative to start things off.”

“She did?” It was impossible to keep the surprise out of my voice.

“Just talk to her about it, okay?” Jess said. “We’re taking off in a few. It’s not a big deal or a bad thing. Trust me on this. Talk to her.”

“Be safe, baby, and have fun,” I said. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Jess said. “See you on Wednesday night.”

Shortly after I hung up, while I made coffee, my phone pinged. Jess had taken a selfie with Shelly and sent it to me.

“Sexy girls!” I wrote back.

“Taking off,” Jess replied. “But I’ll keep you up to date with naughty pics the whole time. I miss you.”

I smiled, then got a text notification from Crystal, the Baptist housewife.

“Are you free Saturday?”

“Of course,” I replied immediately.

“I want to do something naughty,” she wrote. “Can you bring some coke?”

“Of course,” I repeated. “I can’t wait.”

“I’ll text you Friday to finalize,” she said.

“Looking forward to it,” I replied.

Well, that was a fun prospect for the weekend. But my mind focused on Kat. She wanted to go to LA for two weeks? Why? A jumble of thoughts tumbled through my head, but I took a deep breath and tried to set them aside. Kat would tell me. We could talk about it.

I had just poured a mug of coffee, when Rita appeared from the bedroom. She was back in her same dress from the night before with her purse slung over her shoulder.

“I haven’t slept this late on a Monday since I don’t know how long,” she said. “But hubby texted that he’s on his way home. I think even he would think something was up if I came home in a wrinkled dress from the night before.”

“Do you want some coffee before you go?” I asked, holding up a mug.

“I’d love some,” she said. “Thanks.”

We stood in the kitchen sipping our coffee. I let my free hand wander over the small of her back and down to her ass. I cupped her cheeks against the form-fitting fabric. Rita let a wry smile creep across her lips.

“You want to send me home full of your cum, don’t you?”

I set down my coffee mug and wrapped my arms around Rita from behind, cupping her breasts.

“I do,” I said. I ground my hard cock into her ass. “I want you to give me the hole I own.”

“You own all my holes,” Rita said as she set down her coffee and hiked her dress above her hips. She took hold of the counter and bent over, offering me her ass.

I lined up my cock with her asshole and let a long droplet of spit out of my mouth. It didn’t take more than that to get Rita’s sphincter to relax and open for me. I buried my cock inside her and started moving in and out deliberately. This was for me. Her pleasure would be in smuggling my cum home inside her ass.

“Fuck, baby, that is so good,” she groaned.

“Nothing makes me happier than being the only man ever to be in your ass,” I growled. “Let’s make sure we keep it that way.”

“Yes, sir,” Rita said, tossing her hair over her shoulder and looking back at me happily.

As my cock ebbed and flowed from her ass, Rita’s pussy started to drip. Long, heavy drops of pussy juice formed between her lips, then lengthened to strings that dropped to the kitchen floor. I reached around her waist and fingered her clit. At almost the first touch, she launched into an orgasm. When she did, and her body finished quaking, I slid my hand off her clit and used it to pull her toward me, forcing my cock deeper into her ass. My hips thrust upward at a severe angle, and my cock spasmed. Rita moaned with delight as she felt my sperm filling her ass.

“Damn, I needed that so bad,” I panted as I pulled my shorts back up.

“This dress is going to have to be dry cleaned after your cum dries all over it,” Rita said nonchalantly.

She turned around and kissed me.

“I can’t believe what you’ve turned me into,” she said.

“I haven’t turned you into anything,” I said. “At least not yet.”

“Oh?” Rita said. “Is there something you have in mind?”

“Perhaps,” I said.

“Tell me,” she insisted.

“Mine,” I said. “I’m going to turn you into mine.”

“I look forward to it,” Rita said and pecked me on the lips one more time before disappearing out the front door.

After Rita left, I finished my coffee and then poured another cup. I drank it while sitting on the bed watching Kat sleep. When she finally stirred awake, I was there, smiling at her.

“Good morning, daddy,” she said quietly and sweetly.

“You mean good afternoon, Kitty Kat,” I said.

“Really?” she said. “Wow.” She sat up and added, “I feel like I was hit by a truck.”

“Maybe that’s not a bad analogy,” I joked. “Coffee?”

“Yes, please,” she said. “Where’s Rita? Where’s Jess?”

“Rita had to go,” I said. “Jess and a couple of the girls are going to Miami to party with the guys for their bye week days off.”

“Oh, wow,” Kat said.

I retrieved more coffee and returned, handing it to her as I sat next to her on the bed. Kat took a grateful sip and began to perk up.

“I meant what I said last night,” she said. “I think I’ve hit my ceiling. It’s time to pull back.”