Sleeping with the Frenemy (3 page)

“There's my girl…my very own special girl. Now let go and enjoy yourself,” Gen said against her ear as she pushed the stimulator into her asshole. Deborah bit down on the pillow as Gen inserted it into her ass, helped by her own lubrication and from the gel.

Deborah was filled to the brim from her pussy and ass, not altogether unpleasant but invasive. She released another shudder, trying to remain still, but couldn't, especially when Gen straddled her legs and her heavy breath fanned over her butt cheeks.

“Rock back and forth for me,” Gen said and pumped the dildo inside her slowly as her mouth rubbed against her ass.

Deborah did what her wife told her to do, and tears fell down her cheeks from the burn. She could barely stay conscious and released a high-pitched squeal when Gen's tongue skimmed around the edges of her rosebud.

“Oh God! This is so…I…” Deborah slurred in a hoarse whisper, her throat sore and her lips raw and chapped. She couldn't last any longer and when Gen's tongue went farther into her asshole and the pulsing toy went in deeper, Deborah screamed and tumbled into darkness.

The last thing she remembered was her arms being released and Gen holding her close, wet drops falling on her face as Gen cried her own release among whispers of love that helped Deborah succumb into a deep slumber.

She's so precious to me.
Genevieve pulled on her white robe and matching satin pajama bottoms as she looked down at her young wife sleeping in their bed. It was late morning and she'd just risen since she and Deborah fell into an exhausted slumber after hours of loving each other. She'd allow Deborah to sleep uninterrupted for a while longer before their yoga instructor arrived for their lesson.

Stretching her arms high above her head, she continued watching Deborah, who lay on her stomach with the sheet low across her ass. Genevieve noticed the stains on the sheets from the lubrication gel and their dried fluids and frowned. Now they would have to be washed and replaced from their carelessness. Sometimes she wanted to blame Deborah for the uncontrollable way she made her react, when she couldn't help herself to the point where she wanted to spent hours eating Deborah's pussy.

Deborah moaned and turned over on her back. Genevieve's eyes brightened upon seeing the big purple bruise the size of a quarter on Deborah's collarbone, as well as some red spots on her chest and a rash near her nipples where she had sucked and nibbled.

Pleased she'd marked her, and with one last soft kiss on Deborah's cheek, she grabbed her cell phone and began leaving the room, only to stop in the doorway and take another moment to watch her comatose wife, as well as the destruction from the pillows and covers on the floor to the dildo and anal toy on the far corner of the bed.

Genevieve closed the door and walked down the stairs where Teresa was dusting a vase.

“Good morning, Mrs. Murnay. You look well rested,” Teresa complimented her as she made her way across the foyer.

She did feel rested and was in a fabulous mood. “I had a wonderful night's sleep, as did Mrs. Murnay. I assume you have brunch waiting for us near the veranda. I would like some coffee and yogurt to start. My wife will join me later since she's still sleeping.”

“Yes, ma'am. Everything is as you suggested yesterday when you went over the meals for today. The Stewart siblings are cleaning the pool.” Teresa pointed out the window.

Genevieve lightly grunted. She would have preferred some privacy as she enjoyed the sunshine and her breakfast, but since both siblings were very attractive, especially the spirited nineteen-year-old Patty, she didn't mind their imposition for a while longer.

“That's perfectly fine,” Genevieve said and smiled at Teresa, who nodded respectfully.

Not caring what Teresa thought either way, Gen told her to carry on and walked toward the back as she punched in her password for her voice messages. Walking out onto the patio, she listened to a message left from her head financial advisor regarding to her quarterly trip to Las Vegas to meet with the stockholders of her highly successful multimillion-dollar construction company that once belonged to her now-deceased father.

“Hello, Mrs. Murnay!” Patty waved as she pulled out the long pool skimmer. Her twin brother, Paul, also waved as he vacuumed the bottom of the pool. Brother and sister were dressed alike, in aquamarine T-shirts with their family's company logo and tight white shorts accentuating their tanned legs nicely.

If only I wasn't married and totally in love with Deborah, I'd have taken little Miss Peppy Sunshine into the pool house long ago and made her my own little personal plaything.
Gen sighed, wishing Deborah would at least try a threesome with her, but then again, she'd have to share her with another person, and that was unacceptable.

Taking her sunglasses out of her glass case, she pulled them over her eyes and walked over to a table with a large white umbrella that blocked the bright desert sun. Even before she could sit, Teresa appeared with a carafe of coffee and a bowl of yogurt and mixed fruit.

Genevieve settled back in her chair as Teresa laid out everything before her. She left quickly, and as Genevieve poured her coffee, Patty came over to her with her backpack.

“Sorry to intrude on your breakfast, but Paul and I are about finished here.” Patty smiled, her sandy brown braid swinging over her shoulder.

Genevieve glanced down at Patty's chest pushing against her T-shirt. Her large nipples poked through, and she couldn't help but wonder if Patty was excited to see her or perhaps she forgot to wear a bra or bathing suit with enough padding. Either way, it was an enjoyable sight, much like Deborah's problem with her own nipples that never stayed dormant for too long.

“As always, I appreciate the job you and Paul do. Teresa will give you both your pay before you leave. It's in cash, so you don't have to worry about going to the bank. I put in a little extra as well.”

“Thanks a bunch, Mrs. Murnay!” Patty hopped slightly in her sneakers and Genevieve nodded in response as she sipped her coffee. Ah yes, the teen was nice to look at, but nothing much more. Too young—too innocent and too unbearably annoying.

“Oh, before I forget, could you give these back to Debbie?” Patty took out three paperbacks and placed them on the table.

“Debbie?” Genevieve asked softly, lowering her cup onto her saucer with a slight crack.

Oblivious to the sudden change in her demeanor, Patty nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, Mrs. M said I could call her Debbie. Anyways, Debbie's been letting me borrow books from your library since I barely can get to the one in town. She gives me two or three books when I come to clean the pool and we end up discussing what I've read.”

“Isn't…that's nice.” Genevieve breathed loudly through her nose and clenched her spoon in a tight grip.

“I hope you don't mind—”

“No, not at all. It just came as a surprise since
Debbie
never told me.” Genevieve pointed to the chair next to her and gave the teen a tranquil smile. “Since your brother is still cleaning up, why don't you sit and have a cup of coffee with me and tell me what you and Debbie have talked about?”

* * * *

The cramping in her calf woke Deborah out of a sound sleep. She sat up in bed and rubbed the sore muscle, pushing her snarled hair away from her face. Slowly the pain in her leg subsided and other aches and pains began to make their notice. She shifted her legs and winced, the inside of her thighs sore and tender, as well as her lower back and inside of her ass.

“What a crazy night,” Deborah whispered to the empty room and groaned, thinking back to all Genevieve had done to her. The late-night hours were a blur, and she massaged the sides of her head, still woozy. She stood slowly, holding onto the bed frame as the room tilted. With a back bend that made her moan, she sluggishly made her way into the bathroom to relieve her bladder and drink some cold water to ease her dry mouth and sore throat.

After finishing with the toilet, she splashed some lukewarm water on her face, longing for a hot shower to loosen her muscles. But first she'd join Genevieve for breakfast before washing away the stickiness of last night's lovemaking—or rather the raunchy sex they had together.

Deborah wiped her face with a white washcloth, eyeing it, wondering why Genevieve loved the color white so much, from the towels to their bed and even the carpet. She'd be wearing her white silk robe and slippers. For some reason, she wore the complete opposite color last night: a tight black leather number that brought a dominatrix to mind.

Shaking that thought away, she opened the vanity mirror and took out a clip to pull back her hair that needed to be brushed. Of course she'd have to wait to do that, since Gen enjoyed brushing her hair after they took their morning shower, right before yoga at one o'clock.

Deborah gave herself a quick glance in the mirror. Bright red splotches covered her chest and parts of her neck, including a very obvious black-and-blue bruise near her collarbone left by Genevieve. Deborah never got the chance to return the favor last night, something she would remedy, perhaps when they both relaxed in the sauna before dinner. Genevieve would be spread out naked on one of the wooden benches, her pink pussy lips on display, and she lying between her thighs, sucking on the inside of her leg, or perhaps her breasts where Deborah would be the one to leave a mark this time—

The ding of the clock on the wall in the bedroom pulled her out of her daydream and she walked over to the dresser and took out a matching rose-colored cotton pajama set. On Mondays, she always wore some type of red or variation on the color, right down to her underwear. She put on her outfit, twisting from side to side, enjoying the cracking of her bones. She spotted the black dildo and anal instrument lying on the bed next to the half empty bottle of lubrication, as well as Gen's gift that still remained unopened. She grabbed the sex toys and threw them in the goody drawer. She didn't want Teresa embarrassed when she came up later in the day to set the room right. Later on she'd clean them for the next time they would be used. The small jewelry box went in the bottom drawer, until the right moment when she could give Gen her gift.

As she walked down the hall, a soft sigh left her mouth as her back and thighs stiffened. She stopped by the window, where Patty talked to her brother in the driveway.

Deborah smiled down at the twins, and when Patty glanced up and waved up at her, she did the same. She always enjoyed her talks with the sweet girl about books and school, loving the advice she gave Patty on her studies.

Whistling softly, Deborah walked down the stairs and turned down the other hallway to go into the library. There she would find a few more books to give Patty the next time she came to clean the pool.

A small pile of hardcover books sat on a desk. Her eyes brightened upon picking up a copy of work by the poet e.e. cummings she'd read when she was in high school. She was so involved in reading she barely heard the library door close.

Deborah turned when she felt she was no longer alone in the room and glanced up at Genevieve, who wore her white satin robe tied with a matching sash around her waist. Deborah curled her toes in the rug as Genevieve walked over wearing her white slippers that showed off her red-painted toes.

“Hello, Mrs. Murnay. You look well this wonderful Monday morning.” Deborah flashed a grin as she closed the book.

“When I first woke up this morning, I thought the same,” Gen said softly and sauntered over to the other side of the desk. She tapped one of the books, then rested her hand on top of a silver paperweight shaped like a globe.

Deborah took a step back, holding a book up against her chest. “Is something wrong?”

“Why would you think anything is wrong? Do I look upset?” Gen asked calmly and lifted up the paperweight.

“I don't know, it's just that you look…displeased. Did you hear bad news?” Deborah asked carefully. Goose bumps rose on her arms and the temperature in the room suddenly dropped.

Genevieve snorted and her lips twisted in a very ugly way. “Displeased? Why would you think that? As for news, I've heard you have a new friend and failed to inform me of the fact.”

“Fr-friend? I don't know what you're—”

“Yes, a fr-friend, Debbie.” Gen pronounced her name with such venom in her voice that Deborah backed away.

“Um, who do you mean? You know everyone I—”

“Just shut up for a moment and cease your stuttering,” Gen barked, moving the paperweight back in forth in her hands.

Oh please, don't…
Deborah's stomach turned and she was almost up against one of the stacks when Gen released a loud laugh.

“Imagine my surprise when that twit Patty told me how you lend her books from my library, very expensive first-edition copies, and how you two had more than a few friendly chats together. Why, even allowing her inside our home, where you both were enclosed in this room for almost a half hour at a given time.”

“Gen, nothing happened other than Patty borrowing the books. What's the harm?” Deborah asked softly, trying to keep the tremors out of her voice.

“The harm?” Gen bellowed, causing Deborah to flinch. “Are you that stupid or don't care what we have? I know you want to fuck the little airheaded slut and probably have right under my nose!”

“That's not true at all! You're jealous—”

Gen screamed and the paperweight flew at Deborah's head.

Deborah ducked, but nearly not fast enough, and the rotund missile struck her on the side of her head. She cried out, pressing her palm over where she was hit, when Gen rushed over and backhanded her across the face. Deborah went down, falling against one of the stacks, causing books to tumble on top of her. She held up her hands to try to cover her face. She landed on her side and rolled into a ball as Gen grabbed hold of her by the hair and slapped her again.

“You little tramp! After all I've given you. How dare you go behind my back and fuck another cunt!” Gen screamed like a banshee and rained punches down on Deborah's head.

Deborah moaned and sobbed, trying to talk through her tears, but couldn't find the words, her lips numb as Genevieve continued to hit her. And when Genevieve punched her low in her stomach, Deborah gasped over the loss of air and hacked deep in her throat as she choked.

She continued to sob softly as Genevieve's rage finally died down. Her harsh, painful gasps filled the room and she flinched when a glob of something wet dripped down her cheek. Genevieve had spit on her.

Stop. No more,
Deborah mouthed around her arms that were covering her head, and kept her eyes shut as she heard Genevieve rise to her feet. Gen stood over her, her breathing coming through very clear as Deborah waited for the next attack.

“I've decided to cancel our yoga class and instead will go into town for a massage. You will clean up the mess in here and in our bedroom without the aid of Teresa. I expect those rooms to be neat and orderly by the time I return. Do you understand?” Gen asked in a very soft voice.

Deborah nodded and whimpered “yes” in response to her wife's orders.

“Good. Now get off the floor. It's embarrassing. You always overreact when we have one of our arguments,” Genevieve said in disgust, and as Deborah slowly lifted up on her shaking elbows, Gen opened the door and left.

Sometime later, Deborah sat up and stared at the open doorway. After she heard the distant clicking of heels on the marble floor, some muted conversation, then the sound of a car driving away, she rose to her feet. She went over the leather desk chair and slowly lowered her aching body in the seat, holding her head in her hands as the room spun around her.