For a long time that night Annabel lay in bed next to her husband, restless and unable to sleep. He had insisted on taking them all out to dinner at a fancy restaurant, and they'd had a reasonably good time. He could be charming when he wanted to. But they'd all had a lot to drink, him most of all, even though he was driving. He never let anyone else drive his car, and when Annabel suggested they get an Uber, he flatly refused.
Carla, meanwhile, was having a fantastic time. She loved sitting there knowing that she was fucking her father's wife and that he had no idea. When Annabel excused herself to go to the bathroom, Carla went along -- such a totally normal thing, two girls going to the ladies' room together. Once they were alone inside, Carla wrapped her arms around Annabel from behind, fondling her breasts and then running one hand down to her crotch. Annabel begged her to stop, and she was so pathetic that Carla relented. There would be plenty of time for all this, she knew.
On the way home, Annabel sat in the passenger seat looking miserable as her husband drove 20 miles an hour over the speed limit, having polished off three brandies over dessert. They arrived home without incident, but Annabel was fuming as she washed her face and brushed her teeth. She was worried that when she went to bed, he was going to try something -- at the moment she couldn't stand the idea of him touching her, but he was unaccustomed to being refused and might make a scene. So she dawdled in the bathroom as long as she could and, fortunately, by the time she got to bed he was already asleep.
She wished she could sleep too, but all she could think of was Carla -- so close, and yet so far away. In her mind's eye she saw herself standing up from the bed and creeping down the hallway to Carla's room, where Carla was waiting for her, gloriously naked, having known she'd come. Carla took Annabel in her arms and kissed her, and one thing led to another....
But in reality Annabel didn't have the guts. She sat there quietly in bed until sleep finally, mercifully, overtook her.
* * *
Annabel slept late, and by the time she woke up her husband was already gone, having left for another multi-day business trip. Going downstairs she was shocked to discover that Carla had gotten up before her and was sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee.
A look passed between them and, remembering what had transpired in the kitchen the day before, Annabel flushed crimson. All the same, she felt a tingle between her legs and wondered if they might be able to pick up where they had left off. But Carla, after politely pouring her stepmother a cup of java, went upstairs to shower.
When Annabel returned to her bedroom after having breakfast she found Carla going through her closet. Carla had some plans for the day, and wanted Annabel to look just so. She had already laid out a black thong, a red lace bra, and long black-and-red striped socks. Now Annabel watched as Carla went through her wardrobe and picked out her skimpiest, most revealing halter top and her shortest skirt -- one she'd bought in a moment of impulsive boldness and never actually dared to wear.
Carla untied Annabel's robe and let it drop to the floor. Standing there naked, Annabel felt her nipples stiffen and her pussy moisten, but at the moment Carla was all business. After helping her get dressed, Carla stepped back and looked her up and down appraisingly. "Not bad," she said. "Not bad at all."
Catching herself in the mirror, Annabel had to admit that she looked hot, if a bit cheap. The straps and sides of the bra were visible under her top, but it made for a sort of saucy, devil-may-care effect. A lot of thigh was visible under the tiny skirt, and Annabel tried to tug it down, but Carla stopped her.
Taking out her phone, Carla snapped a picture and sent Annabel off to shower. Once Annabel was gone, Carla started tapping away at her phone with an evil smile on her face. She could feel herself getting juicy between the legs just thinking about what she had planned.
When Annabel came back into the room, naked and wet, Carla was tempted to rip her towel off and have some fun before they left. But she controlled herself and helped Annabel get dressed, trying to make her look just as she had before.
It was just before noon when they climbed into Carla's car, put the top down, and headed down the coast. It was a gorgeous day and Carla blasted the Rolling Stones as they rolled south through Santa Monica to Marina Del Rey. There they stopped at a busy grocery store and Carla insisted that Annabel come inside with her to get a few things.
Really, Carla just wanted to make Annabel walk around in public looking as slutty as she did. She enjoyed watching the heads turn; every man in the place and quite a few of the women swiveled to look at them. All of a sudden Carla felt jealous that Annabel might be getting more attention than her. She checked out their reflection in a display case.
Carla thought she looked sexy, though she was dressed relatively conservatively in a peasant skirt and blouse. But she was definitely put in the shade by all the skin Annabel was showing. Well, thought Carla, I guess that's what I wanted, isn't it?
Returning to the car, they continued heading south, passing through Manhattan Beach and finally pulling up in front of a small house in Hermosa Beach. As they drove Carla casually rested her hand on Annabel's knee, occasionally running it up her thigh and between her legs. As a result, Annabel's panties were soaking wet by the time they arrived.
At the door Carla knocked twice, then once, then twice again; after a short interval the door opened. The woman who appeared was in her late 20s, with long, light brown hair and striking ice-blue eyes. She beckoned them inside and closed the door, carefully locking several locks behind them.
