It's a cold January day. A silver nondescript mid size car pulls into the attached garage of a mid sixties middle class suburban home in a quiet neighborhood. As the garage door rattles down two beautiful blond ladies get out.
The driver is Angela, AKA Angel. She's wearing low heel red leather ankle boots. A snug yellow long sleeve knee length dress is under her three quarter length arctic wolf fur. Her hair is tied in a pony tail by a yellow ribbon. She's thirty one years old and has just picked up her older sister at the train, two hours drive away.
Her thirty five year old sister Valeria (Val) is wearing a red fox cape that flows down to her knees, it's luxurious hood draped down her back. Under it is a turquoise long sleeve cowl neck angora sweater and an ankle length smoky blue wool skirt. Her shiny black four inch heels wrap her feet in knee length elegance.
Her hair is brushed to a roll on the back of her head, held by a big pink plastic clip with rhinestone trimmed butterfly wings. They match her pink plastic hoop earrings and pink, rhinestone trimmed, heart shaped shades. As Dolly Parton once said "It costs a lot of money to look this cheap."
She grabs her soft travel bag from behind the seat and follows Angel into the kitchen.
"My God Angel. This is your bride? She's so beautiful!"
Just turning from the stove is a tall statuesque beauty with long thick black hair. Her dark brown eves are accentuated by long lashes. She's wearing a red and pink gingham apron with frilly trim. On her feet are extreme spike heels, pink with little white bows over the toes. Her pink chastity belt matches her collar and cuff set. There is a sixteen inch chain between her wrists and a nine inch one between her ankles. A twelve foot chain attaches her collar to the bottom corner of the counter. She's forty three years old.
"Come here my love."
Her heels click and her chain drags across the slate tiles. Her eyes are lit up, her smile full of love. She and Angel hug and share a tender kiss.
"Gloria Darling, this is my sister Valeria. Val, my wife Gloria. Darling, give Val a kiss."
Such a warm welcome from her new sister in law.
"Gloria, be a dear and pour us three glasses of Chardonnay. You may join us." They draped their furs over the backs of the tall chairs at the kitchen island. Gloria sat silently on the chair closest to the stove. So happy her love was home. She quietly listened to the sisters chatting. She knew not to interrupt when Angela had guests.
"So, Sis, the divorce is finally over."
"Finally! I got the condo, he got the lake house. I got a very good cash and stock settlement too, which reminds me, I changed my will. There's a copy for you in my bag. You are the principal beneficiary."
"Lets go sit in the front room while Gloria finishes cooking supper. Put your bag in the second bedroom on the right."
Val picked up her bag and cape and left. Angela wrapped her arms around Gloria. "My beautiful, beautiful bride. Do you know how much I love you?"
They kissed. Long slow and tenderly. Angela opened a drawer on the island and lifted out a pink ball gag.
"Darling."
Gloria almost whimpered, but knew not to beg. She opened her mouth obediently.
Wrapping her arms around Gloria's waist, she grabbed two handfuls of ass cheek. "You are so wonderful. Ring your bell when dinners ready and I'll unlock your chain so you can set the table for three, Beautiful."
Soon the sisters were kissing very inappropriately on the couch. Val slipped her hand up under the hem of Angel's dress.
"It seems my little sister forgot her undies today. I'm going to have to give her a licking." Her other hand was sliding the zipper down on the back of Angela's dress as she spoke.
Angel lay back on the couch wearing only her bra. She smiled, reminiscing, as Val ate her.
Mommy went all ape shit when she caught them sixty nine in Val's bed that morning. She'd met some people on the dark side in college. When Daddy went for his annual fishing trip with his pals they'd over powered Mommy and introduced her to lesbian sex. She cried a lot as they took turns using her. Poor Mommy. The slavers paid a generous finders fee.
Daddy read 'Mommy's' "Dear John" letter over and over. He never re married.
Gloria rang her bell. Dinner was wonderful. Irish stew and dumplings. Perfect for a cold winter's night.
"Gloria, you are a wonder. I've never had such fluffy dumplings. Yummy."
"Thank you Miss Valeria."
"Well, I think my bride deserves to cum tonight. What do you say Gloria?"
"Yes, yes please Angela. I'll be a good wife."
"I know you will be Darling."
It was a few years ago. Angela had just finished college and taken her first job in this medium size city. She was looking for a place to board while she looked for an apartment. She answered the ad in the 'Penny Saver.'
Gloria, James Walker's widow, wanted company more than she needed the money.
Soon Angela's bed didn't need making It was a gradual process.
