Housewives and Cheerleaders Ch. 150

The house was crowded but between the guest room, the spare bedroom, the couches, and some air mattresses, they managed to find a comfortable place for everyone who was spending the night. Jessica walked around pouring brandy nightcaps for anyone who wanted one as her three servant girls distributed blankets and pillows.

Once everyone was settled in, Jessica decided that all of her guests deserved one last orgasm to help them sleep. As Marie, Jane, and Celeste made the rounds, using their skilled tongues and fingers to service one woman after another, Jessica followed along in a robe and cozy slippers supervising.

Not that the three girls required much guidance; mostly Jessica just observed. She particularly enjoyed watching Marie go down on Tanya as Celeste worked on Rebecca and Jane on Rose. As Tanya leaned back and closed her eyes while spreading her legs, Jessica wondered what was going on in her mind. This kind of decadence was new to her, that was for sure; but it was the kind of thing that was easy to get used to. Hopefully Tanya would be a willing participant in future adventures.

When she was satisfied that everyone was satisfied, Jessica and her crew got ready for bed. With the four of them using one bathroom, it was a somewhat lengthy process, but even so, Jessica was not quite ready to go to sleep. She tucked Marie, Jane, and Celeste into bed, gave each one a kiss, and turned out the light.

Walking around the darkened house, looking around at all the sleeping forms, Jessica felt a deep sense of contentment settle over her. She poured a brandy for herself and went to sit in a chair by the window in the dining room. The sun was just beginning to show on the horizon, casting a pale reddish glow on the fresh dusting of snow coating the front lawn.

The year that had just ended had been a great one, eventful and deeply pleasurable, but Jessica was already thinking of ways to make the new year even better. It wouldn't be easy to do, but that was no reason not to try.

THE END

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A note from the author:

My sincerest thanks to all who came along for this journey. I know it was too long, there were too many characters, etc. etc. But I had a good time writing it and hopefully you enjoyed reading it.

I'd love to hear from you via comments or email. Writing can be a lonely endeavor and I always like to hear what you're thinking, even when it's not all positive.

In 2024 I will start posting a new series that I will try to keep a little more under control. But no promises. Sometimes the characters take over and start doing things on their own.

Since this post has to be 750 words to qualify as a story, I'm including a preview below.

Here's wishing you all a fantastic New Year.

Adon Libere

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Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 1

Annabel had been married to Carla's father for less than a year, and they hadn't spent much time together before Carla came home for the summer. She had just finished her junior year in college, and usually spent the summers with her father -- or at least at her father's house, as he was never around much.

Carla's father, Annabel's husband, was an extremely wealthy businessman 25 years Annabel's senior. At the wedding everyone had been whispering "trophy wife," and you could see why: Annabel was a gorgeous honey blonde with big breasts and an ass that turned heads. Her face was dominated by enormous, glittering blue eyes that gave her a doe-eyed, innocent look. Men went crazy for Annabel, and though she knew this, she didn't have an ego about it; she'd never consciously set out to use her looks to advance herself, though it had certainly worked out that way.

Originally from a small town in Minnesota, Annabel had gotten a job as a secretary in a small remote office of the company owned by her now-husband. She had always wanted to live in California, and when she saw a job opening in Los Angeles on an internal job board, she'd applied. To her surprise, she'd gotten the job, and although her family had expressed some misgivings, she'd packed up and moved to L.A.

As fate would have it, less than a year later she was assigned to a team that was working on a big merger. In that capacity she found herself working directly with the company's owner, and he had taken a shine to her. They had ended up working long hours together, with Annabel singled out for important tasks way above her pay grade. After the merger was completed successfully he had asked her out for a date.

Next thing Annabel knew she was living in a mansion overlooking the ocean in Malibu. Often she found herself sitting outside, staring out at the water, wondering how she'd gotten here. It was a strange life -- she had everything a person could ask for, but often found herself lonely. Her husband had insisted that she quit her job, but he himself was working harder than ever, managing a company that had undergone rapid growth in recent years. He spent a lot of time on the road, and even when he was at home, he usually left early and came home late.

This left Annabel without a lot to do. At least she had housecleaning to occupy her -- her husband had wanted her to hire a maid, but she had insisted that she could take care of her own home; it was a point of pride for her. But even in a house as big as theirs that only took up so many hours of the day. Most of the rest of her time was taken up by maintaining her physical appearance: running, swimming, going to Pilates and yoga classes, keeping her tan just the perfect shade of light brown.

Annabel didn't mind being thought of as a trophy wife -- after all, her husband was an important man who worked very hard. Why shouldn't he have a trophy? And why should she be ashamed of wanting to live well?

Still, she found it frustrating that so much of the time, there was no one around to appreciate her. She wasn't vain, but she had eyes -- there were lots of mirrors in the house, and what they showed was a sexy woman in the prime of life who was going to waste. After the first week of their marriage, her sex life with her husband had been practically nonexistent. When they were together, he always seemed to be tired, or preoccupied with some business drama or other.

That particular part of it didn't bother her so much Annabel had never really enjoyed sex -- she had desires, she got turned on, but in practice it had always been disappointing. She'd had only a few boyfriends before getting married, and never had an orgasm with another person in the room. She did masturbate now and again, but furtively and with a sense of shame. She'd been taught that it was sinful and unhealthy, and although she didn't really rationally believe that, she'd never been able to relax and enjoy it.

....to be continued