Chapter 3 -- Happy Divorcees
Most women would have spent the first few weeks after a nasty, acrimonious divorce drinking, crying, putting on a brave face or eating a lot of Haagen Dazs. Sharon Beachum did none of those things. She packed up her things, moved out of the condo she had shared with her asshole ex and bought a nicer, newer home on 9th Avenue, closer to her Mom. The death of her marriage didn't affect Sharon in the least.
Actually, that wasn't entirely true. Sharon did enjoy a lovely Apple Martini, cried when she realized how much she had paid in lawyer's fees, told all her friends she wasn't upset and enjoyed a lovely, decadent, laden-with-calories sundae. But none of those were things she intended to make a habit of.
Sharon believed her husband Derek was a fucking idiot. He had chosen to leave her for a younger woman and she herself wasn't yet 30. She still possessed the same 34-24-34 figure she had when she met Derek in college, she worked out every day and wore clothes on her 5'8" frame that girls 10 years her junior couldn't pull off. Sharon was a total babe and she knew it. She came by it naturally, her mother Wendy was still a sexy blonde honey and her figure still turned heads. Sharon's father had never been able to cope with having a sexy blonde as a wife and had walked out several years ago. Sharon and her mother commiserated over the fact that the men in their lives were idiots. Wendy ran a very successful Ice Cream Parlor, partially because every flavor was hand made and partially because all of her staff were stunning physical specimens. Sharon herself had worked there to pay for college until a modeling scout had walked in one day and offered her a job. When she told Sharon she would be posing nude for a national magazine, Sharon balked but her mother told her if she didn't go for it, she would. The scout, a lovely redhead named Anita, laughed and said they'd take her as well. She winked at Wendy and suggested she think it over and get back to her.
The money was far more than Sharon would make working for her Mom, who continued to encourage her daughter to do it. Derek wasn't thrilled with the concept of everyone seeing his new girlfriend naked, but Wendy told her daughter to ignore him. It was her body and her decision. Finally, she agreed, but only on the proviso that Wendy accompany her.
That turned out to be a fateful decision. The photographer asked both women to pose and Wendy accepted. She had the body for it and was very comfortable in her nudity. The check paid a large amount of her debts and was also the final nail in the coffin of her marriage. She didn't waste any time crying about it and started dating again six months after Bert left. Many of her suitors were younger and she even went on a few double dates with her daughter. Sharon thought her Mom got a bit of a perverse thrill out of making Derek squirm when she was openly affectionate with her dates.
Sharon continued to use her body to support her lifestyle well after she married Derek. They had a nice wedding, even on a budget. He stubbornly refused to take any money from his fiance, even though Sharon could have paid for it all herself. "I can support us both," Derek told her flat-out. He was making far less working as a plumber than his wife was earning modeling and working for her mother's company. Wendy had managed to finance a second store and then a 3rd, Sharon was helping her manage operations. She was still getting requests to model, although she turned a few down. She also entered a number of body-building competitions and won a few, plus a few Wet T-Shirt nights at a local pub. Sharon had no problem showing her body because she was proud of her looks and worked hard to maintain them.
Now, Sharon wanted to celebrate losing the lummox, as her mother had so quaintly put it. Their marriage had put a dent in their finances because Derek had not wanted her to model or work as much, yet he continued to spend and drink like they had an endless supply of cash. She made sure that after the divorce, he couldn't touch any of her earnings. She wasn't going to support his boozing and running around. It was time to have a little fun of her own.
While they were sharing a nice session of sun-worship, her mother provided the idea.
"I've always wanted to go to Brazil, would you be interested in coming with me?" Wendy asked her daughter, applying lotion to prevent her nicely-bronzed body from turning lobster-red. "You'd pay whatever you can afford and I'd pay the rest."
"Mother, that's a very generous offer, but I couldn't possibly ..."
Wendy held up her hand. "Consider it a bonus for all your hard work, besides, I'll need someone to keep me company. Just one thing if you accept Sharon ... I plan to have a little fun, the naughty kind, while I'm there. So don't think of me as your mother, think of me as your best girlfriend. What do you say?"
"I'd say you have a deal Mom," Sharon said, knowing she was wearing an ear-to-ear grin. She was thrilled to be visiting Brazil and promised that she would leave the bullshit behind. She intended to have fun for as long as she was there.
Sharon made the arrangements for the trip and they flew to Brazil a few weeks later. Walking along the beaches of Copacabana, just like in the song, Sharon couldn't believe all the tanned, sexy, supple young bodies that were on display. It was a smörgåsbord of beautiful people and she and Wendy ... her Mom insisted on that ... were smack-dab in the middle of it all. She knew having an adventure or two while vacating here would be simplicity itself. Wendy was the happiest that Sharon had seen her in years and was enjoying the attention she was getting, being blonde and tall. Sharon found it hard to believe her mother was nearing 50, at 48, she didn't even look 38. She and Wendy maintained a healthy fitness regimen, important for women who worked with ice cream and had sweet tooths.
As she continued strolling, Sharon tried to look for a good spot to set up her beach umbrella. Two dark-haired lovelies smiled at her. "Would you like to share our spot?" One of the girls smiled. "I'm Sarah and this is my twin sister, Daisy. Our parents own a local bar, we come here almost every day," Sarah told Sharon. She motioned for Wendy to come and join them.
"This is my ..." Wendy shot her daughter a look "... my friend, Wendy. She and I are on vacation together, it's a beautiful country."
"We are very proud of our homeland," Daisy told the two women. "Are you friends or are you ...
friends?
" Daisy teased them.
"We're
friends
," Wendy responded, shocking her daughter who pulled her to one side.
"Mother! Why on earth did you tell them something like that?" An exasperated Sharon wanted to know.
"Oh darling, relax. I'm only playing a little game, just go along with it," Wendy grinned.
"That's good, Sarah and I are friends as well," Daisy smiled back.
"But ... you're sisters!" Sharon said in shock.
"This is not important to us, we like to share our bodies. Being identical twins, we have always been close and as we got older, our closeness grew to intimacy. What is more special than sharing your body with someone you love?" Sarah rationalized.
"I completely agree with you," Wendy grinned, still keeping up her little charade and making Sharon highly uncomfortable. "I think Sharon is the sexiest thing on two legs and I have for years. She's even sexier when she's naked."
"I'd like to see that," Daisy grinned.
"So would I!" Her twin piped up enthusiastically.
"I'm sure we could work something out," Wendy smiled. To her daughter's complete and utter amazement, Wendy leaned over and kissed Daisy and then Sarah. Sharon had never seen her mother act so brazen and daring and she'd barely had anything to drink. "Would you like to join us at our hotel or do you have somewhere closer?" Wendy asked the sisters.
"Mother, I am not going to go along with this!" Sharon hissed in Wendy's ear. Wendy patted her cheek and said "Just let go and live a little. Who is going to know and who are we hurting. This will be one of those naughty memories you'll be able to look back on when you're older and smile about."
"We have a place not 10 minutes from here, follow us," Sarah smiled.
"Gladly," Wendy grinned as she watched the Brazilian babes walk away from the beach and towards a large home. Once inside, Daisy pulled Wendy into her arms and began making out with her. Sarah smiled at Sharon and held her hand. "Don't be jealous, I'm certain your girlfriend still adores you, it's just that my sister is irresistible," She told Sharon. She reached out and deftly removed Sharon's bikini top. "Wendy is right, you are glorious."
"T-thank you, you're quite stunning as well," Sharon complimented her new friend. Sharon had never told her mother, but she was no stranger to bi-sexuality. In the world of erotic modeling, it was a given that you would pose with other girls and Sharon found early on that she quite liked another woman's touch. She watched in surprise as Wendy rolled on top of Daisy and then spread her legs wide apart. Her own mother was eating a younger girl's cunt and it obviously wasn't her first time with a woman. Wendy's skills were so obvious that it just couldn't have been. Then Sharon was distracted by Sarah's hot breath on her body and felt herself being pulled into a warm embrace. All aspects of right or wrong went straight out the window as the pretty Brazilian made sweet love to her body. She lost all track of time and morality and at some point in time, she realized that it was now Daisy who was licking her pussy and Sarah was fondling her tits. Her mother was watching them and finger-fucking herself, how lewd. She licked her lips naughtily and got up from her chair.
"Let me taste my girlfriend, all right Daisy?" Wendy grinned. Oh no ... she
couldn't
