Carla woke from a dream, rudely interrupted by her bladder. In her dream she was laying in a field of clover, surrounded by wildflowers. Shafts of sunlight broke through clouds that still insisted on releasing their contents. Naked, the large drops kissed her as she lay pleasuring herself, dreaming of a love like no other. In a dream within a dream, he ravished her there in the grasses, uncaring of the prying eyes of the cows grazing nearby. As one of the cows nuzzled her foot with its cold nose, she was jostled to reality.
"Where did that come from?" she wondered as she settled in to her true setting. George was huddled in close to her butt, while one hand unconsciously groped her breast. She pushed back with her butt, trying to get a rise out of him and a twinge of pain radiated through her hip. The pain carried the memory of last nights love making. Reliving it, it was just pure fucking and she was having a hard time believing that she was the woman telling George to do those things. And the effect she had on him; well that she was pretty proud of.
Prying herself loose, she walked gingerly to the bathroom and alighted carefully on the toilet. Relieved, she went to the sink. Looking in the mirror, she recalled more of the previous night. She recalled the luxurious feeling of George washing her hair. Trying to run her fingers through her long brunette tresses, it was apparent that they hadn't taken the time or had the strength to run a comb through it. She then recalled George on his knees before her, shaving her legs in the warm mist. Giggling, she remembered his frustration as the mist carried the lather away as quick as he put it on. Then he had shaved her pussy. She ran her hand across it and found it smooth but tender. Looking at herself in the mirror, her pussy shown red, like a rash.
"I guess I should have shaved too," came the voice from behind her. Looking up in the mirror she saw George leaning against the door, watching her. Running his fingers on his groin at the base of his cock, he said, "five o'clock shadow. I think I gave you a little rug burn there."
He hugged her from behind as he bent at the knees and rubbed his stubble on her butt. "Hey, that itches, "she yelped, trying to pull away.
Turning, she thrust her hips toward him. In her little girl voice she said, "Look what you did to my little kitty," showing him the redness.
Moving to the medicine chest he took out a tube of aloe vera. "Here, this will make it feel better." He squirted a little on his index finger and gently massaged it in. She purred lightly. As he rubbed he asked, "So how is the rest of you?"
"Well," she answered, "my hips hurt like hell, but I can't hardly give you all the blame for that, and," she paused, "I'm a little embarrassed."
"Embarrassed about what?"
"Well, "she replied sheepishly, "my language. I don't usually talk that way. I mean, I was really nasty."
"Yes you were, "he said. "And under the circumstances, it was just fine. In fact, in case you didn't notice, I kind of liked it."
Rubbing her hips, she answered, "Yeah, you were pretty obvious. Till you came along, I've never gotten that worked up. I'm getting wet just thinking about it." As though to prove the point, she ran her finger up her slit and deposited a bit on the end of his nose before force feeding him the rest. He didn't protest. "I don't think my body could take that every night, "she continued, "but I would like to keep it in the rotation."
"I'll second that," he said kissing her; always one to share.
Giving in to having to get to work, they talked as they dressed.
"So babe, what are you up to today, "he asked.
"I'll fire up the laptop this morning and see how the whole remote office thing is going to work out."
"So what about you? "She asked.
"Well, it's supposed to be a scorcher today and I have a paint crew on one job. I need to go by and make sure they don't get themselves into trouble. Then it's just the usual. I'll probably be back here by two," was the answer.
George turned on the computer in his office before they went down to grab some breakfast. Carla tried to show off by making him a couple eggs. Instead of grabbing the spatula, she tried to flip them like she'd seen them do on one of those cooking shows. Well she made it about half way. "Shit, "she said, making one hell of a mess. George tried to stifle a laugh.
"I need to watch my cholesterol anyway, Sugar"
Giving him her 'Yeah, whatever' smile, she slid the egg onto a plate and put it in front of him with a piece of toast and a cup of coffee. While he ate, she filled his travel mug with more coffee. "Just like the good little wife," she said to herself. She enjoyed doing it for him. It's the least she could do, considering all he had given her. She winced in pain and then smiled, as she kissed him good bye and gave him his swat on the butt on the way out.
Making herself breakfast, she grabbed her computer and sat at the dining table and began her days work. It was pretty much more of the same. Reports and billings form the various resorts. There were a couple previous customers that were making inquiries about some future trips and Carla quickly forwarded them the material they needed. There was an email from Frank and it included the name of the resort he needed to contact in Mexico and when he would like to get there.
It was purely a business email. Not even a 'thank you' or 'I love you' at the end. Carla wanted to be mad or hurt by Frank's actions or inaction as the case may be. Carla though, had always been a believer in fate and Karma and those types of things, so when her affair with George seemed to coincide with her discovery of Frank's extracurricular activities, it was easy for her to rationalize her behavior. If she was truthful to herself, she would admit that even if Frank wasn't getting a little on the side, there was no way she was going to give up on what she had with George.
Back to her computer, she contacted the resort in Mexico and made a reservation for Frank and ascertained who he would have to contact once he got there. She also booked his flight, even finagling him a business class seat. It would be interesting to see if he acknowledged her efforts next time he contacted her.
Finally finishing up around noon, Carla took her dirty dishes to the kitchen and cleaned up. Stepping out the back door onto the patio, she quickly confirmed what George had told her earlier, it was a scorcher.
