“I thought you quit.” Michele’s bright blue eyes glared at her sister.
“I did, but this situation with Roy was so stressful that I bought a pack.” She waved the box of cigarettes in the air and started to take one out.
“Are you insane? You can’t smoke in here!”
“Come on, I used to do it all the time at home. I’ll just blow the smoke out the window.”
“I’m telling you, Paul has the nose of a bloodhound. And he won’t punish you.”
“Okay, I get it. He’ll spank you for being the accomplice.” She paused to look up at the ceiling.
“There’s nothing to think about, Denise.”
“Why don’t we save these cigarettes for next week? It will be like an old teenage rebellion.”
“I never rebelled that way.”
“Only because you were afraid daddy would be mad at you.”
“I don’t think this is a good idea. Paul hates cigarettes and can’t stand the smell of smoke.”
“Are you afraid of your husband?” Denise asked, angling her head toward Michele.
“No, of course not.”
“One rebellious teenager coming up,” she said, putting the pack of cigarettes back into her purse. “We have a date after school on Monday.”
* * *
“Dinner was delicious, and to show my gratitude, I’ll take charge of the dishes,” Paul announced with a smile.
As if on cue, a cell phone chimed from the kitchen counter. “Sorry, I should have silenced that,” Denise said as she rushed over to see who was calling.
“No worries, go ahead and answer it. I’ll help Paul with the dishes.” Michele nodded at her husband as she began clearing the table.
“Hi. I’m fine. How are you doing?” Denise turned and quickly made an exit out of the kitchen.
“Hmm. I’ll bet the word is already out that she’s available. Maybe she’ll have a date tonight.” Michele gazed at Paul with twinkling eyes. “After all, it is Saturday night.”
“Yes it is, and I wouldn’t mind being alone with my best girl.”
“Oh, my God! You guys won’t believe who that was! In a million years you wouldn’t be able to guess!” Denise’s short sentences spilled out of her mouth in a hurry as she ran back into the kitchen to tell her exciting news.
Paul threw a dish towel over his shoulder. “Please don’t make us guess, Denise. I don’t have that much time on this earth left.” He chuckled and stretched his hands out. “Just give us the bottom line. Do you have a date tonight?”
“Yes, I do!” She ran over and hugged Michele. “Oh, my God, I feel like a teenager again. Do you remember Glen who was the buyer at Macy’s when I worked there part time? He’s going to a party tonight with some of the people I used to work with and wanted to know if I’d be interested in joining them.”
“I’ll help you find something to wear. Sorry, you’re on your own with the dishes, Paul.”
“It will be my pleasure,” he responded with a wink.
By the time Michele and Denise returned from the bedroom, the kitchen was immaculate and Paul was sitting in his black leather chair reading a book on an e-reader.
“Denise, you look lovely. Shall I assume the young gentleman is picking you up?”
She looked at her watch. “I gave him your address, and he should be here any minute—” She stopped midsentence and peered over at Michele, who had joined her husband on the large chair. “You’re not thinking about giving him the third degree, are you? I mean, you do realize this high-school stuff isn’t real, right?”
Michele laughed. “I think that fantasy is reserved for me. Besides, it is the weekend. Remember, our age-play is only in effect during the middle of the week.” Paul nodded in agreement and pulled Michele into his lap.
Denise looked out the window. “Okay, he’s here. See you guys!” She quickly grabbed her jacket and ran out the front door.
“She obviously doesn’t believe that our age-play activities are limited to the middle of the week,” Michele giggled.
“Well, I was thinking about some other activities.” Paul waggled his eyebrows. “Why don’t you hop in the shower, and I’ll get our room ready for adult night.”
* * *
The headboard supported Paul’s back as he appeared completely relaxed on the bed waiting for her. Feeling tentative, she walked into the room wearing only a white fluffy towel.
“Turn around and drop it,” he instructed in a low, soft tone. “You know how I love to gaze at your warm pink bottom right after a hot shower.”
Michele closed her eyes and pivoted, releasing the towel from her tight grasp. Crawling toward her, he reached out and pulled her full, lush buttocks closer, his palm caressing and squeezing the steamy flesh in his hand.
“I thought we’d try something new tonight, baby. Are you interested?” He slid off the bed and turned Michele around, lowering his soft lips onto hers. Kissing her deeply, he reached to stroke her moist labia, the tips of his fingers skillfully teasing her hardening clit.
She blinked and swallowed hard. “S-something new? Sure, what do you have in mind?”
After a playful wink, he bent his wife at the waist over the side of the bed until her face was low to the mattress and her bottom raised high in the air. Instantly, she noticed a large tube of gel on the bed and a container of wet wipes.
“I wouldn’t call this a new position,” she responded in a muffled tone.
The palms of his hands pulled her luscious, soft moons apart, and stretched her cleft farther than he had ever done before. “Now don’t you move, my sassy sweet girl. Do you think you can follow that direction?” But before she could answer, he was on his knees and touched the silky, smooth rim of her anus with the tip of his tongue, causing her body to involuntarily snap upright.
“Oh, my God, don’t do that.”
“Did I tell you not to move, Michele?” he scolded in a quiet voice.
“You shouldn’t be in there. It’s not right.”
“Give it a chance, and when I’m done, you can decide how you feel about it. Fair?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. Now relax and try to keep still.”
Michele lowered herself and closed her eyes as Paul raised her hips back into position. Separating her mounds once again, he eyed his target and pulled her close. This time his tongue touched down firmly, but gently and swirled the perimeter of her small rosebud.
“Ooh, Paul. You’re crazy.” She giggled as the nerve endings in her anus shivered and tingled. But her laughter came to a quick halt after he coated his thick finger in a cool, heavy gel and firmly tapped her bottom hole.
As Michele lifted her head and turned around, his firm hand smacked her buttocks. “We’re going to try something new tonight, so behave yourself.”
Her eyes widened as she watched him lather and stroke his hard cock with the same gel. “I don’t know about this, Paul.”
“It’s not like I haven’t been inside your ass before. We’ve been getting ready for this day for a long time. Just relax and let me stretch you with my finger first.”
“Your cock is much bigger than your finger. I don’t know if I can do this.”
“Sure you can.” His voice was soothing, but insistent at the same time. “Now let me properly prepare you.” He slathered her cleft with more gel and swirled it around the smooth entrance of her ass. Her eyes squinted as his finger finally pressed inside. “It’s time to let me in, sweetie.”
Michele whimpered with embarrassment, although they both knew that she enjoyed the invasion of the tip of his finger. “Just the tip in your backside now, so push out for me.”
“Push out? What in the hell are you talking about?”
His finger retreated as he slapped her bottom firmly. “You need to follow my directions. Bear down and let me in,” he instructed as his digit inched deeper. Her tight hole stretched around his thick finger as she finally understood and pushed back into him.
; “Good girl, I know you’re trying.” The fingers on his other hand drifted into her pussy lips as he complimented her, rubbing and teasing the swollen, wet tissue. “And just for the record, I do believe you’re enjoying this, my love.”
She smiled and tried to grab the tight sheet underneath her, hoping that he would continue circling her hard bud until she climaxed. Instead, he re-lathered his finger with the cold gel, and slid it back into her bottom as far as it would go, wiggling his digit deep inside her.
“Are you ready?” he asked in a deep, velvety voice as he released his finger and slathered the smooth, broad head of his cock with more gel before pressing it to her rear entrance.
“Oh, my God, I don’t think you’re going to fit in there.” Her first instinct was to clench her cheeks, but he was clearly not accepting her rebellion.
“Now, now. Relax your bottom and let me in. Come on, I know you can do this.” His wet cock never left her smooth anus, and he slowly pushed forward.
She grunted as he patiently inched inside, pulling a nearby pillow under her face to groan into. This really burns, she thought to herself as her eyes welled up with tears. But as uncomfortable as the sensation of his big cock was inside her ass, she somehow enjoyed the fullness and stimulation at the same time. And as he stretched her muscles and eased in deeper and deeper, his large hands stroked her hips lovingly until he was finally seated completely.
“Raise your bottom up for me, kitten,” he said as his other hand returned to round her hardened, aching clit. Thrusting deeper, he rhythmically retreated and plunged in over and over, never completely pulling all the way out before driving in deeper again. And then without warning, his rhythm changed as he fucked her ass hard and fast, again and again.
“I’m going to come, Paul. I’m going to come!”
He smacked her buttocks hard, and drove his cock in as far as it would go before she heard him groan. “Jesus, Michele. Oh, fuck.” His fingers dug into her hips as a deep growl came from his throat. She felt his body stiffen while his cock spasmed inside her, releasing the spray within the depths of her dark channel as Michele’s muscles trembled and throbbed at the same time.
She moaned and rubbed her face into the pillow while he hugged her tight from behind. With her ass up in the air like that, Michele felt like a porn star and loved that her husband always took her to a sexy place she never would have thought of going to.
“I’m not finished. Don’t move, sweetie.” He reached for the disposable wipes to clean his hands and walked to the bathroom to prepare a warm washcloth. Though the position wasn’t comfortable, she waited patiently for him to return and enjoyed his attention as he soothed her flaming bottom hole with a soapy washcloth before rinsing her with a clean warm one.
“I can run a bath for you,” he offered, lowering Michele’s bottom down to the mattress.
“Please don’t leave me.”
He nodded and immediately enveloped her in his arms, surrounding her with the warmth of his large body.
“Well, what are you thinking?” Paul whispered in her ear, giving it a nip with his teeth.
“I hope Denise has another date tomorrow night.” She smiled and closed her eyes.
Chapter Seven
“Don’t you think Mondays are even more of a drag when you’ve had a fun weekend?” Denise asked, removing a cigarette from the pack. “Michele, are you paying attention to anything I’ve said?”
“Oh, God! Was that a car door I just heard slam?” Michele’s body shot upright and she ran to the window.
“Aren’t you freaking out a little early? I haven’t even lit the damn thing yet.” Denise walked over to close her bedroom door. “Besides I can think of crazier things we could be doing than having a cigarette and a beer together.”
“But you don’t have to live with the consequences if Paul finds out. You’ll go on your merry way while I have to sit on a padded cushion for two days because of a sore backside.” Michele stood at the open window and pulled aside the light tan curtain to check on the noise again. “False alarm. It was just our noisy neighbors coming home.”
“Can’t you ever relax? I thought a couple of beers, a cigarette, and a few giggles with your sister might take the edge off. But if you have a vision of Paul busting down the door like a DEA agent, then this isn’t going to be any fun at all.” Shaking her head with obvious disappointment, Denise shoved the cigarette back into the pack.
Michele heaved an exaggerated sigh. “Well, I do feel like I’m sixteen again—except my boobs are a lot bigger than they were then,” she said, cupping her hands around her breasts and pushing them up to accentuate their size. “Okay, give me that damn smoke and the can of Coors Light. But if Paul comes home, I’m escaping through that open window and you’re on your own!”
“I’m happy to be the fall girl if the need arises—after all, you used to cover for me. I don’t know why you’re being such a worrywart. Didn’t you say Paul wasn’t due home for another hour?”
“He told me he had a patient until six and would come right home. His schedule usually works like the bullet train in Japan, always on time.” Michele nervously bit her fingernail. “So, remind me—why are we doing this?”
“Don’t you want to celebrate my upcoming interview with Macy’s tomorrow? Hopefully, my friends in merchandising have already put in a good word for me,” Denise said excitedly. “I think I’ve got a real shot at this position and if I’m successful, could probably afford a place of my own. Then you and Paul won’t have to worry about me lurking around the house much longer. Come on, this might be our last opportunity to get into some teenage trouble together. God knows in the old days, I took all the risks alone, which really wasn’t that much fun.”
“I’m positive you’ll do great in the interview and am really proud of the way you’re bouncing back.” She tilted her head to the side and smiled. “Come on, let’s get this celebration started.”
Denise passed her the cigarettes and twirled a lighter in the air. Michele removed one from the pack and accepted the flame from her sister, taking a deep drag. Almost immediately, she coughed up a plume of smoke and waved the residue away with her hand. “What do you see in this disgusting habit anyway? I just about choked.” Michele took a long swallow of her beer.
“I know it’s not healthy, but if I don’t make it a sustained habit then what’s the big deal?” Denise moved closer to the window, allowing the breeze to capture her trail of smoke. “If you don’t want Paul’s flared nostrils to get a whiff of what we’re doing, then you’d better get over here, too.”
“I’m not a fan of the cigarette, but your beer is hitting the spot. I do love how refreshing it can be.” Michele took another sip then inched closer toward the window, once again wrapping her lips around the filter to draw in the smoke. The result was the same, and again she proceeded to cough. “Alright, I’m done with this teenage rebellion. I like my lungs just the way they are,” she said, pointing the lit cigarette at her sister. “So, where can I put this thing out?”
Denise reached for another beer and opened it. “Since we don’t have an ashtray, just drop it in this can.” She angled her head toward Michele. “Are you feeling alright? Your face looks a little pasty.”
Michele held the cold can of beer up to her forehead. “I’m just a bit dizzy and my stomach feels funny. Are you sure this isn’t reefer?” she joked.
Denise blew a cloud of smoke out the window. “Don’t worry, it’s not wacky tobacky. It happens to a lot of kids when they first take up smoking. Kind of makes you wonder why people continue this habit at all.”
“Thanks a lot for the late information.” Michele walked across the room, rubbing a palm over her midsection.
“Take another swig of your beer and relax,” Denise said before inhaling another long drag of her cigarette, carefully blowing the smoke out of the small window screen. Cocking her head to the side in disbelief, she suddenly noticed a car parked in the driveway. Now it was Denise who turned
white as a ghost. She looked over at her sister, lying on the bed with her eyes closed. “Michele,” Denise said in a calm voice. “We have a slight problem.”
“Give me a second—I’m trying not to hurl on the beautiful shaggy rug Paul just bought for this room.”
“Sure, take your time. I just thought you might want to know that your daddy is home.”
Michele sprang to her feet and looked at her watch. “What the hell? He’s never early like this.” Michele paced the room, trying to collect herself. “If he catches us, I’ll never hear the end of it. Quick, what are we going to do?”
“First, you need to get a hold of yourself.” Denise grabbed Michele’s shoulders and looked her straight in the eye. “Then you are going to wipe that guilty look off your face and calmly walk downstairs to meet him at the door. In the meantime, I’ll get rid of the cigarettes by flushing them down the toilet and pour what’s left of the beer down the drain in the bathroom sink.” Denise proceeded to flail her hands at the remaining smoke while Michele huffed and puffed as a hard as she could in a feeble attempt to force it out the window.
“Breath mints or peppermint gum,” Michele barked in desperation before leaving the room. “Which do you have?”
“Neither, but I have some mouthwash in the bathroom.”
“Listerine?” Michele groaned loudly as she eyed the bottle from the hallway. “I hate the taste of that stuff. I thought smokers always carried mints.”
Denise watched her sister rinse her mouth and spit in the sink before whispering, “Hey, Michele, do you remember when dad caught me …”
“For God’s sake, this is not the time to take a stroll down memory lane. Smell my breath, does it stink?” Michele whirled around and exhaled into her sister’s nose.
“Your breath smells like mouthwash, but your clothes and hair might be a problem.”
“Shit, I thought there would be time to shower and change before he got home.” She looked up at the ceiling. “I know—I’ll tell him I was talking with some students on my way out of school, and they were smoking. Do you think he’ll buy that?”
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