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"And with that the deal is closed." A round of cheers rolled through the boardroom of Advantage Athletics. Gwen let out a sigh of relief, but only a small one. She couldn't let the rest of the board see just how nervous she really was, not after over a month of keeping it together in the face of the hardest business deal she'd ever had to close in her seven years in the industry. She was young, not even thirty, and that meant she couldn't show any hint of weakness around her more experienced coworkers.
Her boss and the CEO of Advantage Athletics, Daniel, approached her with a smile as the rest of the board began to file out, eager to celebrate with a weekend of drinks. "Excellent presentation Gwendolyn, keep up the good work and you could see a raise in your near future!"
Gwen lit up with a smile, the first genuine one since she left for work that morning, "Thank you sir, see you monday."
"Bright and early" he added as he slid on his coat, and as the two of them left the room he added, "And tell the wives I said hello."
Gwen's chest swelled and her heart rate spiked at the mention of the two people at the center of her universe. Her smile only widened. "Can do sir!"
With a wave goodbye the two went their separate ways, Gwen with an added spring in her step and a warmth that spread from her heart so great she barely noticed the late fall chill in the twilight air. Her wives. Shuffling into her car she could barely contain a girlish giggle. Sometimes it didn't feel real. If someone had told the frumpy bookish nerd in her yearbook that she was not only a lesbian, but that in less than a decade she'd be a rising executive in one of the largest sports and personal gym supply stores in the country, be married and madly in love with a pair of woman so beautiful it sometimes made her want to cry, on top of glowing up into a raven haired bombshell in her own right? What would she even say? Probably nothing, nothing and then dissolve into a blushing mess, not that she didn't still have a habit of doing so.
As Gwen began her commute home like she had done a hundred times before, her mind began to drift towards the pounding in her chest, the shaking of her hands, and the warmth of excitement in her body that started to drip, drip, drip down into the fold of her privates. Hilda bit her lip, she almost missed her turn. Another feeling began to bubble within her, this one condensing at the base of her throat to the rhythm of her pounding heart.
Dread.
She was promised a reward when she got home. Her face and ass tingled at the thought of the last time she was rewarded. She could still remember her wife's dreams of pleasure. Hilda's grip tightened on the steering wheel as a moan escaped her.
She wondered what her next reward would be.....
Her mounting dread eased when she stepped through the threshold of her house and caught a whiff of her wife Cynthia's cooking. "Honey I'm home!" Gwen yelled. She always wanted to be able to say that, and now she found herself doing so five days a week, just another joyous piece of the puzzle of her life.
"Babe!" Cynthia came bounding round the corner from the kitchen, her footsteps shaking the house as she went, and leapt into Gwen's arms, nearly causing her to fall back out the door.
"Gimme a kiss my handsome little girlboss" she teased.
Gwen's voice caught in her throat, so with a blush and a stutter she did as she was told and kissed her wife of barely more than a year passionately on the lips. The kiss escalated quickly into a full on make-out session. Cynthia kicked the door closed and pinned her against the wall, eliciting a tiny whimper.
The difference in builds between the two women was staggering. Gwen was and had always been a short girl, barely clocking in at 5'3": Her skin was pale, her breasts modest, and her charcoal black hair never managing to grow much past the bottoms of her ears. All in all she was an attractive, if slightly plain, woman who enjoyed her wives' occasional description of her as a tomboy.
"Don't get too excited now babe, fun's not starting till after dinner" her wife giggled, the make-out turning into a flurry of kisses along her cheeks and chin.
Cynthia was almost the exact opposite of Gwen. Where Gwen wore a meekness about her whenever she didn't need to fake a girlboss attitude at work, Cynthia was a dynamo of extroversion and unwavering cheer. If it wasn't for their marriage Gwen would have spent her hours out of the office eternally held up in her home with books, blankets, and a dozen streaming services. Her classmates in college didn't call her a vampire for nothing. Not the second that diamond ring was on her finger the blonde angel put her through a honeymoon gauntlet of hiking, biking, swimming, and the now weekly demand of a trip to the gym she taught physical therapy classes at. Gwen used to hate exercise and even now she wouldn't say she loved it, however the way her wife looked at her when she was on the treadmill more than made up for the pain. The bit of muscle she'd been building up herself wasn't half bad either.
Muscles.
