Episode 141: WoMen’s FIB

After showering together Henry and Josie McKellen air dried on their bed, hubby laying stretched out trying to relax a bit before going to work on his RPG game in his downstairs office. She painting her toenails having let her hubby choose the color was keeping them together. Going with pink gave her ideas on wardrobe at least.

“Do you think your new game modes will impress Amanda?” She made idle conversation trying her best to make it appear that she was interested. She was, just not that devoted.

“I hope so, we sorely need the money. I mean my first version still gets solid attention. Once I add in the new scenes and people notice, I’m sure download sales will go up. I’ve been thinking more on other ideas for future storylines. I think I’ll incorporate bondage. That sells well, right?”

“Henry? Sex sells period.”

“What about sex during a period?” He chuckles.

“Messy, but you never know. Ask Amanda if she thinks that’s too much for gamers.”

“I was joking, but hey I’ll run it by Tessa too and see if she frowns at it. Bloody good idea!”

“Funny man! On the subject of ideas ... what should I shop for in birthday gifts. Like I said other than a few outfits I bought Saturday, I’m at a loss as to anything out of the ordinary. We can’t just buy them clothing. Oh, and wear that belt buckle I bought you. I think you would make a handsome cowpoke.” It was meant for Roman, but she needed a cover story, so Henry inherited it.

“I know! So, why didn’t you buy me a cowboy hat?” He smirked. “I’m joking! I’m not Dominic Black, now he makes a cowboy hat rock. Anyways, I wish I could get the girls a car but dammit we just can’t put out any big money right now.”

“They can wait until graduation. Maybe my parents and yours can go in on one, or two cheap ones.”

“Come on you know your parents won’t do that. You guys barely speak. Ever since I knocked you up at 15 it’s been us against the world. At least my parents kept us with a roof over our head until I could rent our first apartment. Back to the car, that would also triple our insurance.”

“I’ll look for a part time job.” She sighed dabbing her nail polish brush. “I only have two jobs as it is.”

“When could you possibly find time between family, teaching, and Roman?”

“I’ll figure out something. I could sell my body.” She razzed him. Easy money there!

“My wife the prostitute.” Close enough, but he didn’t know the full extent. Money was never the reason though, nor did she ever get any. She was a freebie every time. Becoming an escort did have a nice ring to it though. She could set aside one day a month for such a possibility. Food for thought!

“Do you have a better idea?”

“The girls can pay their own car insurance and share a single car. Once they graduate, they’re the ones that need to work part-time until they go to college.”

“They’ve taken the SAT’s but neither of them has actually talked about schools. We do still have savings for their tuitions, right?”

“Yeah, I’m not going near that money. That’s theirs and if they want to skip a year, I’m fine with that, that will give us time to sink more money into that fund.”

“Honestly, I don’t think Dakota wants to go to college. Sable is the dare I say it, smart one.” She lowered her voice uncertain where Dakota was, she hadn’t seen her since they all woke up. Only Henry had in waking her for breakfast that she chose to ignore. To Josie’s knowledge her eldest was still sleeping even at 10:30 in the morning. Again, Henry knew different but kept quiet over seeing Dakota naked in their bedroom spying on Henry as he fucked Josie on the balcony. Dakota was likely embarrassed at being caught and hiding away. Yeah, right!

The problem Henry had was in talking to Dakota about it. He knew her daddy crush was strong, even if she was using Angus Furlong as her future sex partner to cover her tracks. After yesterdays close enough encounter Henry felt he needed to put some distance between he and Kota. Just being in her room earlier troubled his reason. She was naked in front of him far too often, teasing and taunting him without admitting she was. Naïve and obvious! Her opinion of him, as much as his of hers.

“I understand and support that idea.” Josie spoke without looking at him. “Go work on that financial gain. I’m about done with my nails, then I’ll check on Sleeping Beauty. My guess is she might be hiding out because of doing things we’ve always forbidden them of.” Well aware Momma was. McRonald’s spoke volume. Funny considering that’s where Piper and her carload were headed now for breakfast. There was one thing however she did not know.

“Alcohol?” Josie at first thought he meant the girl’s drinking until he switched it up, “Tawny drank some of my Johnny Walker last night. When I riled Kota for breakfast earlier, she just seemed exhausted. I mean I can’t guarantee she didn’t drink; we both know they’re at that age of experimentation regardless of our advice. We’ve been there.” He sat up and opted to put some underwear on.

“I know! We really can’t be hard on them. Sable acted fine before she left, but she was in a hurry so maybe she was afraid we might smell liquor on her breath.”

“Strutted a straight line, so I think she handled herself just fine.” Unlike Josie last night downtown. “Pancakes over at Kelly’s will soak up the booze if she did. Which begs the question how Travis handled booze?” He grimaced, “I hope he kept his pants up.”

“She was pretty eager to hang out at the Herbert’s, so I think they’re okay. He wouldn’t keep his pants up even if he were sober. I trust our daughters.” Barely, nowadays! Again, their slutty actions at McRonald’s changed everything. He agreed via expression, but his face when thinking how wrong Josie was to trust at least Dakota, acting so open around him, begging for lessons in how to treat a boy proved differently. It was better Josie never know the full extent of the girl’s behavior of late. His in coaching her!

“You’re right as always.” He puts on clean jeans and a button-down black shirt. Once socks were on and a bit of aftershave he turned to his wife. Leaning in over her for a quick kiss he let her complete her nail grooming. “I’ll be in my office for another hour then I’m going to run by Tessa’s for a final run through of our work for Amanda tomorrow. Just use your best judgment on birthday gifts. Don’t be cheap, but don’t put us in the poor house.”

“I won’t! I’ve probably done that myself in buying clothes.”

“Not yet, but buyer beware.” He winked and grabbed his cellphone from its charging dock. “Love you Mrs. M!” She puckered a long-range smooch as she sealed her paint bottle. In her thoughts she heard her students say that rather than him. Mrs. M was their pet name. With Henry heading downstairs she stood up and hobbled about with her toes off the carpet as she searched her closet for her outfit of the day.

“I’ve been wearing dresses to school and the games. Maybe I’ll go with shorts for once, but what blouse goes with?” She rifles hanger after hanger, nothing catching her eye. Finally, she notes something amiss. “Hmmmm? Did I leave the lid off my toy box?” Opening it to peer inside she frowns, “I’ve been robbed! Where is Teddy Bare and Victor Vibrato?” Her dildo and vibrating wand.

Glancing over her shoulder at her closet door as if suspecting her answer she puckers and rolls her eyes. “Mmmmhmmm! A certain clothing thief must have gotten into my stash.” Sighing she located her top; an apricot colored all lace V-neck that would dip exceptionally low between her tits. See through in certain areas of the fabric left little to the imagination as well. Even with it being long sleeve the fabric would keep her cool, easily rolled up if necessary.

Hauling it to her bed she left it long enough to search her dresser for shorts that felt compatible. Threaded vintage Levi shorts appealed to her, it had been ages since wearing them. “Sable inspired me. That’s where I had seen her denim before. They were mine. Big on her smaller hips, I’m shocked she decided to wear them. She will have to constantly pull them up.” Oh, well! That was her problem, mommy was not concerned.

Tossing them to her bed she went to her bathroom and began to pluck out the cotton between her toes, pinching them one by one over a waste basket. Perfume choices she went with one called Esme or in her lingo, eat me or easy me. It was a safe bet it would get guys salivating enough to fantasize about doing just that. Her pubes finely trimmed before her Saturday party run were gently caressed as she admired them. It was delicious feeling so sexy. Eying her body in a mirror she drifted back in thought to her childhood. Back at Westfield at age 15, showing off in her nudity in school and out. With her doorway in the mirror’s reflection, she knew she was safe in her next action. Lifting her arms out to her sides, her feet distancing themselves from one another she stood in a spread-eagle fashion.

“Henry mentioning bondage brings back so many dirty thoughts. I used to love how Harlan Booker and the teachers used to tie me up just like this and spank me with their belts. Talking about my parents with Henry just now makes me sad. They had no idea what I was like back then until dad caught me and his best friend. Dad kept quiet for mom’s sake, but that day distanced us. When I got pregnant that was the final straw. At least they didn’t turn out to be his friend’s kids. Dodged a bullet there. Oh, Henry! The hell I’ve brought you by being me. I thought I had changed. Piper simply lured me back out. Roman and Henry were enough for a couple years. Now?” She frowned at herself in the mirror and stood up straight. “Harlan spoke to Henry recently over at Tessa’s apartment complex. I wonder if his son’s had told him about taking me in the locker room by then? I bet he had a good laugh over it, talking to Henry and knowing how often he had fucked me years ago. Now his son’s adding to the drama. Sheesh! I need to get some air.”

Once dressed she found her shorts snug having to suck in her gut to fasten them. It wasn’t a huge effort, nor did her tummy bulge over the waist. She did surmise that they were on their way out after today, the girls could inherit these as well. The threaded nature to the thigh area offered thin glimpses at her flesh beneath. Same for her ass cheeks which exposed even more due to the fit and curvature of her cheeks. “Better not bend over and touch my toes.” She smirked, again recalling Harlan Booker when he would often bind her wrists and ankles together and hit her holes standing up. “Unless he’s cute!” Like Harlan’s sons!

All of this bondage talk lured her to her jewelry box. A secret compartment on the bottom of it, she delicately popped the lid then lifted out a really long, very fine gold chain. No clasp attaching it the chain went over her head and around her neckline. At her sternum was a connecter piece with a thumbnail size black heart. Extending from the back of the heart were fused offshoot chains. At the end of those extra chains were tiny nipple clamps which reached down to dangled between her 34B’s. One at a time she lifted her blouse long enough to connect them to each nipple. The pinch tight the clamps made certain her nipples were at full capacity. Her apricot top lowered over them the chain could be seen through the lace, but the clamps were hidden behind the cotton sections disguising her areolas. Nipple erection stabbing hard through the material the shape of the clamps could also be seen. “Oh, my God! I haven’t thought of this trinket in years. A gift from Harlan when I was his toy. I so love this.” Fanning herself she smiled brightly. An engraving on the heart said Baby Girl, his nickname for her. “I will always cherish this.” A sigh led her to shake off her past. “Now let’s confront the Privacy Pirate about my busted open treasure chest.”

Downstairs in his office Henry had everything he needed to give his presentation to Amanda Pruitt already lined up. His excuse of going to Tessa’s a lie, he texted the hot dental assistant Marie Sadler while he had time alone. “Still meeting at the park?”

Two minutes tops she replied with, “Absolutely! One problem though.” She added a crying emoji. Frowning at it he typed back, “You, dying?”

“I feel like it!” Her initial response but ending it with, “Aunt Flo is visiting.” It made Henry chuckle at first them huff his cheeks. Almost humorous after he and Josie spoke of periods in his game. Sighing he told himself it didn’t matter; he was spent with so much sex the last two days. Well aware it was his own fault he replied back with, “We can just hang out, feed the ducks and get to know one another.”

On her end Marie smiled at his understanding attitude, that was definitely brownie points. While she wasn’t looking for any commitment it was nice to know there was a guy out there that didn’t immediately say, “Oh, hell no!” His acceptance was proving him to be worth seeing again if he wanted to. “I’ll make it up to you somehow.” Her reply.

“12:30? Cumberland Park?”

“By the fountain.” She added, Henry wincing at a bloody visual.

“By the pond. No ducks in the fountain.” He laughed.

“Thank you for understanding.”

“No problem! There are always other ways.” He razzed her with a tongue emoji.

“See you there.” A blushing emoji ended her texting. She needed to get ready.

Hearing footsteps above his office he knew either Dakota was up, or Josie was checking in on her. Having avoided Dakota in favor of putting space between them at least until Josie left felt like the wisest solution. Let Josie deal with her. Either way mattered little he simply sat back in his desk chair and peered out his window at Darren’s home next door. Visions of seeing Svetlana blowing his neighbor through his opened window made him chuckle. “I wonder if Svetty’s worn out Winslow since Friday?” That was a certainty.

Darren’s obese wife Lindsey pulling weeds along the house stepped into view of him, that was enough for Henry to switch sceneries. Big ass with plumper’s crack was enough for him. Hopping up he went out into the living room when he heard car doors outside. Parting the curtains, he looked toward Piper Cherry’s home and saw the most amazing sight that made him laugh. There was Piper and her nephew Mace, along with Jesse Manley and Tawny Martin leaving Jesse’s car to go inside. Every single one of them was as naked as the day they were born.

“Someone’s been having fun.”

Isn’t everyone?

“You awake Honey?”

Josie opened Dakota’s bedroom door without asking. If she vented over the ambush Josie would just call her out for not asking to borrow her personal effects. Finding Dakota back in her pajamas was in the girl’s favor. What wasn’t, was seeing Teddy Bare laying on her covers next to her. The wand Victor Vibrato to be determined. “I knew it!”

Creeping over to her daughter’s bed she plucked up her toy and sat down, a faint ripped thread in her ass made Josie fidget. Placing her free hand on Dakota she stroked the girls long brown hair. “You going to sleep all day Little Miss Sunshine?” Reviving, Dakota lifted her head and peered from her pillow at Josie.