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  “Firstly, our meter is outside.” Julie stroked her hair. “Secondly, I wouldn’t open the door to a stranger without a stitch of clothing on. So stop worrying your pretty little self.”

  One of Julie’s stories came back to Yvonne. “Remember the time you knocked on a door and a woman answered it wearing nothing but a towel?”

  “God, yes. I couldn’t believe it.” Julie huffed out a breath. “We might laugh about confessions of the meter reader, but I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.”

  “Honestly?” Yvonne asked softly. She knew the answer but needed to hear it anyway.

  Julie turned onto her side. “Honestly. You’re the one for me.” She tilted her chin and kissed her, long and slow. Her naked body burned a hole through Yvonne’s sheer nightie.

  A dormant fire blazed to life low in her belly. She moaned into Julie’s mouth.

  Yvonne pulled her closer. “I need you. So, so much.”

  No more words were needed. The dim light of the bedside lamp cast shadows over their faces. Julie’s expression matched how Yvonne felt; desperate for touch.

  Rolling onto her back, Yvonne pulled Julie on top of her and kissed her with all she had. She kissed her with her lips, her heart, her soul. She was rewarded with a soft moan that deepened along with their kiss.

  When they finally came up for air, Julie slid off her. Yvonne immediately missed the contact. She needed more, so very much more.

  Sitting up slightly, Yvonne slipped her nightie over her head and shimmied out of her underwear.

  “There, now we’re even.” She laid back.

  Ginger chose that moment to jump on the bed and plonk his furry backside between them.

  They both chuckled.

  “I’ll do it.” Julie climbed out of bed, wearing nothing but a cheeky smile. “He hates me anyway.”

  She deposited Ginger in the hallway and promptly shut the door.

  “Maybe you need to make nice with my pussy.”

  Desire surged when she realised how that sounded.

  Julie gave her a wicked grin. “Oh, I intend to.” Her eyes shined with passion as she slid back onto the bed and inched between Yvonne’s thighs.

  Yvonne’s breath hitched and she spread her legs as wide as she could, opening her body to her wife.

  The second Julie’s tongue made contact, Yvonne gasped. Her hips bucked off the bed, and Julie slid her hands under her, cradling her backside.

  She suckled her flesh, licking along her outer labia, before gently sucking on her inner lips. When she slipped a finger inside, a moan tore from Yvonne. Back arched, she fisted the sheets.

  Knowing her well, Julie simultaneously teased her clit while finger-fucking her, masterfully coaxing her to the edge of orgasm.

  Desire flooded every cell of Yvonne’s body. Without conscious thought, her hands found their way to her breasts. She tweaked her nipples, squeezing gently and releasing.

  The exquisite sensations of her hands on herself, her wife’s mouth on her, finger inside her, hurtled her toward euphoria.

  “God, you taste good.” Julie’s words were thick with desire. At the same time as her lips wrapped around Yvonne’s clit, she gently slid a second finger inside.

  “Oh, yes. Like that.” Yvonne reached between her legs and put a hand on Julie’s head, holding her exactly where she needed her.

  Her thighs tensed, her toes curled, and an orgasm shuddered through her, powerful contractions robbing her of breath.

  As she came down, Julie kissed a burning path up her body.

  “You come so beautifully.” She straddled her thigh.

  Without a word, Yvonne gripped her by the arse and pressed her mound into her, holding tight as Julie chased her own orgasm. The feel of her wetness on her leg was intoxicating.

  Their lips locked and with a final thrust of her pelvis, Julie moaned into Yvonne’s mouth. She swallowed Julie’s gasp as a climax rocked her body. Yvonne held her tight, stroking her back until her body stilled and her breathing slowed.

  “Did I ever tell you I love you?” Julie whispered into her ear, her warm breath sending a shiver up Yvonne’s spine.

  “All the time.” She gazed into Julie’s warm brown eyes, flecks of gold illuminated by the bedside lamp.

  Times like this, she wished they made love every night. Thinking back to what she’d walked in on, she lightly smacked Julie’s backside. She let out a low groan that sounded more like a purr. Oddly, it made Yvonne feel good.

  “You’d love it if I ordered you around, wouldn’t you?”

  “Yes and no. Yes, because it’s what I crave. No, because it’s not something you want to do.” Julie held her tight. “And I’m okay with that.”

  Chapter 5

  The following week passed in a blur. Work was the same old same old for Julie. Since their conversation the previous week, things had pretty much returned to normal. It still hurt, knowing Yvonne suspected her of cheating, but she also understood.

  Perimenopause appeared to be hitting her a lot harder than it hit Julie. Her moods were as erratic as her periods, and she constantly needed reassurance that Julie still found her attractive.

  Shortly after lunch on Sunday, the phone rang, dragging Julie out of her head.

  “There’s only one person that could be.” Yvonne grabbed the cordless phone while Julie dried her hands on a dishtowel.

  “Hi, Shirley.” The greeting confirmed Julie’s suspicions. “Because you’re the only one who phones the landline these days.”

  Try as she might, Julie hadn’t been able to convince her mother to get up with the times. As far as she knew, the cell phone she’d bought her mother when she turned seventy-seven was still in the box.

  “Sure. No, it’s no problem. I’ll get her for you.” Yvonne handed over the phone. “It’s your mum,” she stated the obvious.

  “Hi. What’s up?” Julie held the phone away from her ear, knowing that would get a rise out of her mother.

  “Why does something have to be up to phone my daughter? Perhaps I just wanted to say hi.”

  “Oh, okay. I’ll won’t keep you then.”

  Grinning, Yvonne shook her head. Ginger wandered into the room as if he was missing out on something.

  “Don’t you dare hang up. How’s my boy?” her mother asked as if she could see him.

  “He’s good, sniffing around for food.” Whenever they went away for more than a night, Ginger stayed with Shirley. She spoiled him rotten and he came home looking more and more like Garfield after every visit.

  “Why don’t you feed him?” Her mum’s voice cut into her musings.

  “He’s been fed this morning. What about you, Mum, have you had lunch?” Every time she saw her mum she appeared to have lost weight. It’d become increasingly noticeable since Julie’s father passed away. His death hadn’t been expected, but at eighty-five it wasn’t exactly unexpected either. Regardless, a year later her mother was still a grieving widow, and Julie worried one day she’d give up on life and join him.

  “Not yet. I’ve just warmed up some of that lovely veggie soup you gave me.”

  “I had a good teacher.” Memories of her mother teaching her to cook filled Julie with warmth. She was an only child and had never had to vie for attention.

  “I wanted some toast, too. But when I plugged in the toaster and electric jug, something went bang. Now, I have no power in half the house.”

  And there it was. The reason for her call. “Want me to come over and take a look, Mum?” Hopefully it would be something simple like a tripped circuit breaker or blown fuse.

  “Oh, what a lovely offer.”

  “See you soon.”

  Chuckling, she ended the call. “I don’t know if my mother’s getting silly in her old age or clever. She just managed to word a call in such a way that I offered to go over before she had to ask.”

  Yvonne wrapped her arms around Julie’s waist. “Your mum doesn’t like admitting she needs help.” She gave Julie a small smile. “I c
an relate.”

  Eyeing her with affection, Julie tucked a lock of auburn hair behind Yvonne’s ear. “Meaning?”

  “I needed you to help me understand what I saw.”

  “What you thought you saw.”

  “Right. But rather than ask you, I stormed around like a wounded bull until you had to drag it out of me” Yvonne kissed her on the lips. “That was wrong of me, and I promise I’m going to make an effort to be more open in the future.”

  Just how open remained to be seen. But it was a start, and that was all Julie could ask for.

  “Will you be long?” Yvonne finished putting the lunch dishes away.

  “Aren’t you coming?”

  “Nah, it’s freezing out. I’ll stay here and stoke the fire.”

  “Don’t let it get too hot in here or you might have to strip off.” Julie waggled her eyebrows, delighted when Yvonne smirked rather than get annoyed.

  “In your dreams, lover. Now get out of here.”

  Chapter 6

  Since catching Julie in the act of doing something that shouldn’t have been a big deal and definitely shouldn’t have led to a week of bitchy, offhanded comments, Yvonne vowed to make it up to her.

  Although she wasn’t ready to embrace porn, the more she thought about it, playing the role of mistress might not be such a hardship. In fact, it could be fun.

  Butterflies fluttered in her belly as she changed into the clothes she’d carefully selected. She buttoned up her white blouse that barely contain her breasts, then wrestled a tight black skirt over her hips. Both of which she’d kept in the hopes of losing the weight she’d gained thanks to menopause, perimenopause, or whatever the hell it was called.

  After locating the highest heels she owned, she slipped them on. The extra four inches gave her a confidence boost and would put her on eye level with Julie.

  She glanced in the full-length mirror, turning left then right. Rather than picking herself apart, she envisioned herself through Julie’s eyes.

  High, full breasts, wide hips, curvy thighs. The outfit she’d chosen showcased every curve Julie loved.

  Feeling empowered, Yvonne grabbed her makeup bag. She rummaged through the contents hoping to find a bright red lipstick. When she didn’t, she selected plum instead. Feeling like she needed something else, she drew a thick line of black eyeliner under her eyelids.

  Rather than leave her hair down, she pulled it into a severe ponytail.

  Much better. Now you look like you mean business.

  All week, she’d wanted to buy a paddle or crop or whatever mistresses used, but she’d been too shy to visit the adult store, and if she’d bought one online, Julie would’ve noticed the withdrawal and the cat would be out of the bag before she could spring her surprise.

  In lieu of having a proper implement, she made her way to the kitchen. Alerted by her footfalls, Ginger came bounding across the tiled linoleum floor.

  “Sorry, big guy. It’s not dinner time yet.”

  She bent down to pet him. “Mumma’s going to be Big Bad Mumma today. You might not want to watch.” She shooed him up the hall, certain he would be asleep on their bed within minutes.

  Eyeing up three wooden spoons in a ceramic Teddy bear, she selected the flattest one, unsure how much pain Julie would enjoy, if any. Fantasy and reality were two very different things. She cracked it across her palm, testing the feel. It stung like a bitch.

  Dropping it back into the ceramic bear, she selected one shaped like a ladle. This time, the impact let out a resounding crack but the cupped outer edge didn’t sting as much. And if Julie did need a firmer whack, she could always flip it over and use the rounded side.

  Butterflies took flight in her belly when she heard the rumble of Julie’s car come up the driveway. Nerves and self-doubt threatened to overwhelm her.

  Come on, girl, you can do this! For your wife…your marriage.

  One glance out the window told her Julie was moments away from the back porch. Shit, too late to back out now.

  Pushing all feelings of awkwardness aside, Yvonne put on her game face.

  The door clicked open, and her heart jumped into her throat.

  Julie stood there, frozen. Hair unmoving, brown eyes wide with surprise.

  “Wow. Are you going somewhere dressed like that?” Her gaze locked on Yvonne’s chest. “Your boobs are practically bursting out of your top.”

  “Nope, this is all for you.” Yvonne cracked the spoon across her hand. Ouch. She shook out her palm.

  “I’m not following. What’s going on?”

  “How dare you question your mistress.”

  Where the hell did that come from? Wow, way to go, Yvonne.

  Feeling more confident, she cracked the spoon against her palm again.

  “For real?” Julie asked, lust lighting up her eyes.

  “In the lounge. Now!”

  “Yes, Mistress.” Julie practically sprinted past her.

  Taking a second to fully immerse herself in her new persona, Yvonne took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and strolled under the archway to the living room. The clack of her heels competed with the pounding of her heart.

  Julie stood in front of the fireplace, eyes tracking Yvonne’s every movement. At five-foot-seven, Julie was normally taller than Yvonne, but thanks to her four inch heels, they were at eye level. The heated look of longing in Julie’s eyes robbed Yvonne of breath.

  Overcome by the love she felt for her wife, and the instinct to protect her, not hurt her, Yvonne faltered. What was she supposed to do now? Damn, maybe she should’ve taken Julie’s advice and watched some porn, so she wasn’t completely clueless.

  “You okay?” Julie asked as if sensing her apprehension.

  “Yes.” She shook off her nerves, trying to sound more confident. “Take your clothes off.”

  She tapped her foot as Julie disrobed. Her jeans hit the floor, closely followed by her shirt and underwear.

  Yvonne took a minute to appraise her body. Toned legs, slim waist, tanned complexion, thanks to having an outdoor job. “You’re beautiful.”

  Looking down at her chest, Julie mumbled, “Thank you.”

  She hated her small breasts as much as Yvonne loved them. She often quipped what she missed out on up top, she made up for in the rear, and Yvonne couldn’t argue with that. Julie had a fantastic backside. Firm and round.

  Schooling her expression, Yvonne got back to business. “Hands behind your back.”

  Excitement flashed in Julie’s eyes. “Yes, Mistress.” She immediately complied, shoulders back, chest thrust forward.

  Her perky nipples swam in Yvonne’s vision. Not knowing what else to do, she tapped a reddish-brown tip with the back of the spoon.

  When Julie flinched, alarm tore through Yvonne. “Was that too much?”

  A small smile danced across Julie’s lips. “No. I liked it, just wasn’t expecting it.”

  “Oh, okay.” Smiling, Yvonne tapped it again. “Boing, boing, boing.”

  “I don’t think you’re supposed to be laughing.”

  “Are you being sassy?”

  “No, Mistress.”

  “Good.” She bit her lip, unsure what to do next. “Now what?” she said in a whisper as if a stagehand would miraculously appear.

  “Tell me to get on my knees,” Julie said.

  “On your knees.” Yvonne pointed with the spoon, and Julie obeyed.

  “Um, what next?”

  “Tell me to lick your pussy.”

  Swallowing down a nervous giggle, Yvonne schooled her features. “Eat my…” She cleared her throat. “Eat my…I can’t.” Defeated, she tossed the spoon aside. “I suck.”

  “Yes, you do.” Laughing, Julie tackled her to the ground. “This is what you do.” She flipped her over and playfully spanked her bottom.

  “And this.” Julie rolled Yvonne over and pinned her hands above her head.

  She kissed a burning trail down her neck, toying with her nipple through her sheer white bl
ouse.

  The sharp pinch of her teeth sent an unexpected thrill coursing through Yvonne’s body. She closed her eyes, giving herself over to sensation.

  She nipped at her neck and chest until goose bumps prickled along Yvonne’s skin.

  “You look gorgeous in this, but I prefer you out of it.” Julie tugged on the front of Yvonne’s blouse. Buttons already stretched to breaking point flew through the air.

  She sucked her nipples until they were so sensitive the slightest touch shot straight to Yvonne’s clit.

  By the time Julie’s tongue was moving over her stomach, she was delirious with desire. “God, I need you.”

  Ignoring her plea, Julie peppered kisses along her inner thighs, dragging her underwear down as she went.

  “Tease.”

  With a sexy smile, Julie tossed her panties aside.

  A wanton moan tore from Yvonne when she licked the length of her slit. She hadn’t been so turned on in a long time. Her eyes slid shut. She thrust her hips, running her fingers through Julie’s short, black hair.

  Murmuring against her skin, Julie sucked on her labia then drew her clit between her teeth. A hundred tiny pulses thrummed through Yvonne, and like an electrical fire, her orgasm blazed to life. She cried out, all control lost as the torrent crashed through her, waves of pleasure pulsating fiercely.

  When they finally ebbed away, she lay there trying to catch her breath. Julie kissed her way back up her body.

  “Do I get a reward, Mistress?”

  The glint in her eyes made Yvonne’s heart expand in her chest. She loved this woman more than life itself, and at times that scared her.

  “Of course.” She put a pillow under her head. “Make yourself comfortable.”

  The room went dark as Julie straddled her face. Basking in the heady scent of her arousal, Yvonne gave her the reward she deserved.

  Chapter 7

  Being caught masturbating turned out to be a double-edged sword. On the upside, since Yvonne had come clean with Julie about why she felt insecure, they’d been more open with each other.

  On the downside, for some reason, Julie now felt inexplicably guilty whenever she masturbated. The thought of being caught again terrified her, which added to the sense she was doing something wrong.