Eve Quest

Sheila was lying naked on the floor. I recognized the woman next to her to be her former college roommate Jenny Renee Wilson. They were locked in a sixty-nine position, lapping away at each other’s pussies. I stood transfixed, both shocked and intrigued. After a few moments, Jenny looked up and said, “Get the fuck out of here.” Then she returned to work on Sheila cunt.

To this moment I’m not sure why I didn’t jerk her up and kick her skinny little ass. It wasn’t really about Jenny. It was about Sheila. I realized I was afraid to rile her and something deep inside me caved in. A newfound subservience guided my steps as I turned and left the house.

I drove to a small bar down the street and drank a couple of beers. An hour or so later it dawned on me it was the first of April, April fool’s day. I called home and Sheila answered the phone.

“Hello.” She said in a cheerful tone.

“April fools, right?” I said.

“Come home immediately.” She said.

As I traveled home, my April fool supposition gave way to a feeling of impending doom. My hand rattled the front door knob as I entered the house.

Chapter 2

The sight as I entered our den was almost as shocking this time as it had been a few hours earlier. As before, I found them in the den. Sheila sat atop a barstool. Her soft shoulders and ample 36C breasts fell gracefully to a 22” waist and 38” hips. She was dressed in a white on white brocade corset. It was a straight-line design without cups, so it flattened her breasts against her chest and caused them billowed over its top. She wore no panties and sometime since I’d seen her last, her pussy had been shaved. Smooth and fat it protruded from her pubic bone like a flesh-colored peach. Her white stockings were attached to the corset with three garters to a side. She wore white single-banded sandals with 4” spike heels. Her nails flashed red.

Jenny stood beside her, 5’ 7” tall and very slender.