One of them was a woman called Lisa. She was older than Annie, nearly sixty now; a handsome woman with almost completely white hair. She was funny and acerbic and didn’t give a shit what anyone thought about her. She was also a raging bull dyke.
They had met through mutual friends and, almost from the first moment they set eyes on each other, there was an intense spark of sexual desire between them. Within a matter of weeks they were lovers, and they had been fooling around ever since. It was a fairly casual affair, no commitments were made or demanded. Lisa had told Annie, after a particularly energetic bout of sex, where the older women had gone to town on her with an enormous black dildo, that she actually preferred much younger women.
“I love it when they’re barely legal, if I’m going to be honest with you. But there was something about you that captured my imagination.”
“You probably just like my big tits.” Annie had chuckled, bent double on the couch, with Lisa spread eagled on top of her.
“Well, there may be something in that.” Lisa had responded, ten inches of black rubber buried in Annie’s pussy.
They’d meet up once or twice a month, always at Lisa’s place, and spend most of the day fucking each other’s brains out. Today was one of those days. It had been pencilled in Annie’s diary for ages, and she had been looking forward to it with immense glee and anticipation. Lisa was a fantastically aggressive and dominant lover – almost as dominant as her husband – and Annie liked it when someone really showed her who was boss.
She’d got dressed up for the occasion, wearing sexy lingerie underneath a short blue dress. She applied a little makeup, but not too much. There was always a fine line to be traversed between sexy and slutty.
Greg was away for the weekend, camping with friends. Well, that was what he had told his mom and dad. Annie imagined he might be up to no good somewhere. She knew what nineteen year old boys could be like. Her son was far more likely to be downing shots and nailing chicks, she thought, suddenly conscious of a shiver of arousal radiating through her body.
Ray and Kim were out back, splashing around in the pool. She walked through the living room, onto the patio and stood watching them for a moment or two. Her daughter was wearing a teensy-tiny little bikini, that manfully struggled to contain her inflatable body. Ray was chasing her round the water, tickling and grabbing and pawing at her with every step.
If a total stranger had been there in Annie’s place, they might have raised a questioning eyebrow at what they were seeing. If you looked at the two of them, father and daughter, with a purely objective eye, you might not necessarily assume they were fucking, but you may well have suspected they soon would be. The sheer intimacy, their physical comfort with each other, was obvious.
Maybe, on some deeper, subconscious level, Annie did have her concerns, but she didn’t voice them. There was the usual twinge of unspoken jealousy that was always present when she saw the two of them together. The sense that she was on the outside, excluded somehow, while they shared a secret, intangible bond. Annie wondered if she and Greg gave off that same vibe. Part of her desperately hoped they did.
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