(Fictional story about fictional characters in the public domain.)
Debra Barone needed this day. Everything had miraculously come together just when she needed it the most. Her husband Ray, a sportswriter for NY Newsday, left that morning for a three day road trip with the Knicks. Frank and Marie; her meddlesome, irritating in-laws; were visiting friends in New Jersey who had just moved into a new retirement community and would be staying overnight. Her daughter Ally and , twin boys, Jeffrey and Michael had just left for school and had made play-dates with sleepover plans. She was going to have a day off; and entire 24 hours all to herself! She really needed some time to relax. The kids had been irritable lately; she was constantly bickering with her mother-in -law (the bitch); and just before Ray left they had a huge fight about, guess what, Marie. Marie had once again insinuated herself into their marriage, had criticized her parenting skills; and Ray (the idiot) had not backed Debra up.
That was history she told herself as she climbed the stairs to their bedroom...this was HER day. She had the first part of her day all planned: first a nice, hot, soothing bath; then just relax on the couch in front of the TV with a nice glass of wine. Maybe later she would even get out Ramone; that was what she had named the vibrator she kept hidden in her underwear drawer. She drew a nice hot bath and threw in a cup of her favorite bath oil...jasmine scent. After disrobing, Debra took a long look at her naked body in the mirror. She complimented herself out loud, "girl you look damn fine for a 35, all right 36, year old mother of three. She did a pirrouette to check for cellulite; and finding none , smiled. Truth is, she had the body of a 25 year old.
Her ass was still firm; as Ray said, "you could still bounce a quarter off that ass!" Her tummy, leading down to her crotch, was still flat and firm. After giving birth to the twins she had decided to keep her pubic hair trimmed. She had kept it trimmed into a bright red landing strip about two inches long just above her slit.
Ray loved that strip but what turned him on the most were "Barnes and Noble", the names he had given to Debra's wonderful breasts. She cupped her magnificent tits and even she was amazed by them. When the twins were born her breasts had increased from a C cup to a D and had stayed that way. They weren't perky, but she could still pass the "pencil test." When aroused, her nipples were the size of gumdrops.
Debra was pleased with what she saw. She was; what was the word they used to describe old time actresses...voluptuous; yeah that was it...voluptuous. She knew she wasn't the only one to think so. She had often caught some of the PTA dads trying to peek down her blouses; and she noticed that whenever she wore a dress or skirt, Robert (her brother-in-law) would try to sit opposite her to get a good look at her legs and possibly an up-skirt glimpse. Debra soaked in the hot tub for a good long time, letting all her muscles relax and leaving her tension in the steaming water. When soaping between her legs, she was tempted to get herself off, but stopped; telling herself, "not until later when I re-introduce you to Ramone."
After toweling off, Debra slipped into her pink, terrycloth robe and nothing else. Having nothing on underneath made her feel so relaxed, and a little bit naughty at the same time. She went downstairs, took out a new bottle of wine, a glass, and sunk into the couch. She downed a whole glass of wine, poured a refill, and started flipping through the channels. Dr. Phil was on and he was talking to people with in-law problems. Debra chuckled to herself, "you think you got problems," and poured herself a third glass of wine. She kept watching and sipping, and instead of relaxing, the memories of her in-law encounters were making her agitated. She went to pour another glass full and was shocked to realize she had consumed the entire bottle. Debra had never been able to handle alcohol very well (a fact Ray would take advantage of at every opportunity)...two glasses were her limit. Once she had let Marie aggravate her, drank three glasses, fallen asleep in her parked car because she knew she shouldn't drive; and been rewarded for her conscientiousness with a ticket. "That bitch Marie, " she thought remembering the embarassment. She started to get up to get another bottle of wine, but her head began to spin and she fell back on the couch. "Wow, you're drunk," she told herself, "and it feels kinda good." As she sat back and resumed watching TV, a young bride was telling Dr. Phil she was contemplating moving in next door to her in-laws. As a result of her state of inebriation, Debra yelled at the TV, "stop, don't do it!" She tried to get up again, but her dizziness prevented her. Just then the kitchen door slammed and Debra thought to herself for probably the thousandth time, "why doesn't anyone ever lock a door around here?"
Her brother-in-law came charging into the living room shouting, "Debra is everyone OK...I heard shouting."
Despite the interruption, Debra found herself pleasantly surprised to see Robert, and sang out, "O hi Robert...yes I'm just fine...just watching a little TV. Why don't you join me?" Robert, dressed in NYPD sweatpants and t-shirt sat in a chair and regarded Debra somewhat curiously...she seemed different somehow.
He explained he had been out walking Shamsky (his incredibly ugly dog) and had heard her shout. Debra leaned back on the couch, put her bare feet up on the coffee table and explained about the show. As she sat there, her robe fell open exposing her legs to well above her knees and Robert was quick to notice. He had always had a crush on his sister-in-law and thought his brother was the luckiest man on earth. Robert was not exactly subtle with his glances and Debra, in her condition, decided to tease him a little. She squirmed around on the couch causing her robe to move, not only exposing her legs all the way up to her thighs, but also a lot of cleavage. Debra knew how Robert felt about her and had always been more than find of this gentle giant. Robert was 6' 8" tall and had huge hands and feet. She was shocked to find herself wondering if there really was a correlation between the size of a man's hands and his penis. Debra realized she was getting damp between her legs and in her drunken state decided she wanted to find out. Robert's eyes were bulging in his head as he stared at all of Debra's exposed skin.
He thought to himself, "O my God...is she naked under that robe?"
