Bea's email reply to my last letter.
I don't have even a moment but I have to tell you - I read that one with my jaw completely dropped. You are a sex fucking goddess. I am in awe and I feel my clit throbbing. Can't wait until Rick reads this and we can fuck like rabbits later... :-)
I love your mind, I love your kisses...you know I love you, don't you?
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Damn, Bea knows how to get in my head. I am a slave to her attention and affection. She wants more. I give her more.
This next chapter is about two people that were in my life on a daily basis. My partner Jeanette and our contractor Don.
We were in the middle of an extensive home renovation project. Don our contractor, worked on his own so renovation was a slow process. I guess it didn't help that I fucked him occasionally which took time away from completing the job.
Jeanette and I met Don about 10 years earlier when we first bought our house. He was referred to use by our lawyer Jenny. As she put it "Don is a handsome guy but a real chatter box." She was right.
Don, dark haired and mustached, had this toned, rugged, weathered look that only years of working outside with your hands can produce. I would jokingly call him my surrogate husband because he would help us with any home issue. Little projects would often turn into hanging out for hours chatting over a cup of tea. Don preferred tea over coffee which always amused me. Don't we all have this preconceived idea that hard working men drink black coffee?
As for my relationship with Jeanette, let's say it was on the rocks for a long time coming. She rarely had any sexual desire which upset me and wore on my self-esteem. Bea was always there to help raise my spirits, provide advice and cheer me on.
I told Bea how Don would get a bit flirty. She jumped on that and said "You should act on that! That would be so hot - you fucking the contractor!"
With Bea's encouragement, I took that step into a steamy affair.
Without further ado, the story begins.
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A Guy Named Don and a Girl Named Jeanette
Hey gorgeous! I think you are going to get a kick out of this one. I still can't believe the risks I took but I couldn't help myself.
Jeanette didn't have to get up early since she prepped a lot yesterday for the restaurant. Something I didn't think about when I sent Don the text the night before to come by in the morning.
It was about 7AM, we are never in bed that late.
She rolled over lazily to face me. I looked into her pale blue eyes, leaned in and kissed her soft pink lips. She responded well, kissing me back sliding her tongue over my mouth, finding my tongue, pulling me in for a deeper kiss.