The Adventures of a Slut Mommie 16: Truth or Dare. The Conclusion.
Hi there, readers. Well, we're on the front straight, heading towards the end of my stories. I have only a few more tales to tell before you've caught up with where my life is now, and we both will have to wait and see what happens next.
If you remember, my last story finished when Freddy took me home after we'd spent the night fucking a young brother and sister couple we'd met at the Home Free concert. Freddy and I shared coffee with my housemates, and when they left for work or uni, Freddy did, too, leaving me home alone. That's where I take up my story.
After my extended family had left, and because I hadn't showered at Freddy's, I went to my en suite to wash the previous night's excesses from my luscious body. I luxuriated in the almost stingingly hot water as I carefully washed all traces of cum and pussy juice from my face, lips, breasts, body, pussy, and bottom.
I'd started doing my Kegel exercises as soon as I'd woken up, so my tight, delicious pussy and ass remained so. Readers, you must remember that one of my primary roles is to adorn my husband's arm as he hosts or attends events that will advance his business. Having an adornment with a saggy ass, pussy, and/or tits will not do! So far, as my thirty-ninth birthday neared and my fortieth approached, my breasts, stomach, bottom, arms and legs have remained delectably firm. However, I am not above having someone surgically intervene to keep me that way if it becomes needed.
I work hard to maintain my looks and figure, and although I don't always mention Patrick's visits, I work out with my personal trainer at least five times per fortnight. I also use my treadmill or ride my exercise bike every day. My beauty regime includes using face scrubs, exfoliants, collagen, and moisturiser and doing various exercises to keep the skin on my face and décolletage firm, supple, and unwrinkled.
My makeup is of the highest quality and free of any harsh chemicals that could damage or occlude my skin. I will admit to a few grey hairs that I have carefully died out when necessary, but they are still quite sparsely spread across my scalp.
My delightful 183 cm (6-foot), 75 kg (165 lbs), 36-25-36 figure with my deliciously rounded and firm 16 Double-D breasts shames women half my age and compares favourably with most film or TV stars. I've been mainly compared to Mariska Hargitay, but my larger, fuller breasts has also had me compared to Terri Hatcher. I take those comments for what they are: Compliments. But I also know I'm beautiful enough on my own not to need those comparisons.
I delight in my ability to seduce and entice men and women equally. However, my emergence into bisexuality is only a recent event. Before my first adventure at The Fontaine Clinic, the only same-sex experience that I'd had was some teenage playing with my best friend, Kath Loughlin. However, my friends have commented that I am impossible to resist when I set out to seduce someone, and I do love my sexual power over others.
I guess, readers, that I'm feeling a little maudlin because it seems my adventures are ending. Plus, there are fewer of you reading them every time I release another chapter, and the ratings have gone down as the number of negative comments has increased. But, anyway, enough of that.
I finished my shower and spent the time needed to blow dry and style my long, luxuriant black locks. For a change, I used my heating iron to straighten my typically wavy hair. Then I tied it in a simple ponytail, did my makeup, and got dressed. Because I felt a little down, I dressed in my three-piece black skirt suit. It was an item I wore to formal events where my typically revealing outfits were disrespectful or inappropriate.
However, it wasn't without its palette tantalising charms. The skirt has a long split along my left leg with several concealed buttons that can be closed or opened according to modesty. Of course, I opened all of them today except for the one on my left hip joint. Now, every time I took a step, my long, shapely leg peered sexily through my skirt. Underneath my skirt, I wore black suspenders attached to sheer silk black stockings. The suspender straps and my stocking top showed as I walked, too.
On my upper body, I started with a lacy black camisole top with a built-in half-cup bra that lifted my deliciously full breasts even higher and presented them delectably to the eye. Next, I put on a sheer mauve deep-vee, ruffle front blouse that left my camisole top and delicious breast inner mounds displayed. Then came my black waistcoat. The waistcoat has darts that mould it to my sexily rounded globes. With it done up beneath my ample bosom, it further emphasised my extensive rack. The final item was the suit jacket, of course. The jacket, when done up, also clung to my breasts, but when undone, it covered them and was quite modest.
Satisfied with how I looked, I crossed to our office and went through the typical start-of-day procedures to ensure I was ready for any customers who walked in the door. However, our business is only new and not the type that attracts much walk-in traffic anyway. So, my day was spent answering the occasional phone call, and most of them were seeking finance rather than wanting to invest, which was what our consultancy firm did. I did manage to complete all the preparation work for my latest Masters unit, so my day wasn't entirely wasted. All I had to do tomorrow was write up my project's findings, email them to my professor and then sit the end of unit test.
Disappointed with my day and wondering why I'd bothered making the effort to dress so well, I wandered back to my kitchen and listlessly began preparing dinner. In the end, I couldn't be bothered and decided to order pizza. Then, I thought I'd change my clothes and clean my house. I've mentioned before that I feel a calm sense of pride and accomplishment when my house is spotless from top to bottom.
My home is enormous. Upstairs, there are six bedrooms, three bathrooms and the four-room flatlet that Charmaine and Jennifer share. There's also mine and Sean's en suite, a shared bathroom between Johnny's and Kristy's rooms, and a main guest bathroom.
Downstairs, we have the front room that ironically looks out at our back lawn and garden but beautifully captures the late afternoon sun. Then, there's the games room with our various games platforms, including an X-Box and PlayStation, and our full-sized pool table. Next is the lounge, and beside that is the formal entertaining room. Finally, there is the dining room, which is open-planned with my kitchen, breakfast bar, and food preparation area. If we're entertaining guests, my dining room can be sealed from the kitchen with a folding door.
We have two bathrooms downstairs, a smaller one with an extra commode and a larger one with a separate toilet.
My lounge exits onto our massive patio that fills the inside of the 'L' formed by my kitchen/dining room and the lounge.
Beyond the patio is our solar-heated pool. The pool is twenty metres long and eight metres wide—long enough for us to swim laps and wide enough to play pool volleyball or host up to twenty playful swimmers.
I have flower gardens around the outside fences and rose gardens against the house. My lawn is so immaculate that a golf course's greenkeeper would be proud of his work.
Before Charmaine and Jennifer came to live with me, the only thing that I didn't keep pristine and immaculately presented was the lawns. Either Sean or my son mowed those. Lately, Jennifer has taken over that chore. Now, my two young charges take care of almost all of my chores, leaving me with only the simple day-to-day tidying and cleaning to do, and I have to say that it bothered me.
