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Frenemies
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4 months later...
Anna sat back on the sofa with her feet propped up on the coffee table and her dog, Butler laid out across her lap. She had been at home alone for four days while Jeff had been on a business trip in Houston. Without her watchful husband, she felt a sense of independence in her new abode. Everything was peaceful and quiet but ended as the door knob twisted and Jeff entered with a suitcase at his side.
"Oh, hell no, Butler, get off my couch!" He yelled.
Anna ignored him and continued watching cartoons. Keeping Butler in her lap, she stroked his thick fur. She had taken him to the groomers earlier that week and he still held a glossy fluff to his coat that felt comforting across her palms.
"Butler, come on, get down!" Jeff ordered with a snap of his fingers, "dammit, Anna, put him down. He'll get hair all over my furniture."
"He's clean," Anna told him, dismissing his scowl to focus on the Television screen.
"Butler!" Jeff clapped, "Down, now!."
"Don't yell at him," Anna glared, "He's a good boy. He likes it when I hold him."
"I don't give a fuck," Jeff responded with creased brows, "And get your feet off my coffee table, you know better than that."
Anna pouted as Jeff pulled the dog away from her hold and swatted her feet from the table.
"Come on, boy. Good boy," Jeff cooed, sliding his palms across his head, "that's my good boy. Did you miss me?"
Grinning, Jeff took some time to console his dog before peering up at his wife, "did you miss me?"
"No, it's been peaceful here without you yelling all the time, come on Butt, let's go to my room," Anna stood and took Butler's collar, gracefully leading him toward her room.
"Don't call him, Butt, and you better not let him get in your bed, Anna. I'm serious."
"Why?" Anna whined, "I wanna cuddle."
"That's what I bought those stuffed animals for," Jeff frowned, "Do you have to be difficult as soon as I get home? You were fine when I left."
"You came in here yelling at me and my dog."
Anna walked toward her room at the end of the hall as Jeff spoke with annoyance at her back.
"First of all. This is my house, I can scream at the top of my lungs if I want and that's my fucking dog. I've known him longer than I've known you."
"He likes me better," Anna twisted to stick her tongue out.
"That's because you're a bitch and he can smell his own kind."
"You're a bitch," Anna mumbled.
"What was that?" Jeff asked louder than intended.
Her answer was slamming her room door. Jeff rubbed his jaw from her attitude. This was his fault. His odd approach in marriage had him stuck in his home with a stuffy twenty-one year old wife.
Anna rarely gave him much attention and he knew he was to blame for coning her into a union that he was starting to regret.
After a while, Anna came back out with Butler following behind her and casually walked toward the door.
"Where are you going?" Jeff asked.
"My Aunt wants me to help with Josh." she explained with a smile.
"You could stay home," he frowned, "Hell, I just got back? I'm cooking."
She turned to squint at him, "Nah, I'm good."
"You need to start wearing your glasses."
"They're too big," Anna whined.
"Go put them on, little girl." Jeff requested
He caught her by the wrist and dragged her toward him, for a kiss across her forehead, "Do you want a spanking?"
"Ugh..."
"Obedience is what you need to learn."
Pulling up, Anna twirled her eyes, throwing up her two fingers, "C'ya."
"Don't be over there all damn night, Anna. I have-"
Jeff paused as the door slammed. He rested his head back on the cushion and groaned, knowing he wouldn't get any love from her tonight. He thought about the numerous numbers in his phone. Her own Aunt was on speed dial to get a taste of his cock, but he really didn't want her. He looked toward Butler who looked as lost as him. Patting his leg, he requested his assistance in healing his broken heart.
"Come on, Butt," Jeff chuckled with a hint of sadness and took a sip of liquor, "Get up here, boy."
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Anna constricted her thigh muscles, and bit her lip to fight a moan. Had it sounded too loud her aunt may have had the notion to knock on her husband's office door. Then of course she would have to explain why she was in his office, sitting on his desk with his head buried between her thick brown thighs.
Rod was in nirvana with his tongue slashing softly across her swollen clit. He slurped at her goodness and reached up to fondle her B cups sitting perky against her chest. With his finger he toyed with her darken nipple until it reached its peak then pulled to the next as her chest heaved and her clit quaked across his tongue.
"Mmm. Mmhmm." Anna hummed, rolling hips to slide her clit over his thin lips, "Uh, oh-" she hunched to hold her hand to her mouth.
Through her palm, she whimpered as an orgasm rounded up her torso. It was so potent her little body trembled, sliding on the papers around his desk. Rob needed more and his greedy tongue fought for custody against her moisture, lapping each drop even as her thighs tightened around his large crown.
"Ooh, Stop, stop, stop," she whispered, patting his head.
Rob obeyed and quickly dragged back to gaze at her pretty face with plump gloss stained lips and long dark lashes. Her body was amazing like a Greek Venus painting despite her short stature. She had a soft stomach, wide childbearing hips and strong tanned thighs. He kissed her plump wet mound as she breathed from the afterglow of his skillful tongue.
"Cum on my face, one more time,"he breathed out, peppering kisses across her sealed knees, "Please."
"I can't," Anna giggled, "I gotta go..."
Her whole body was sensitive from his sharp tongue and she reared her head back to enjoy her settled nerves.
"Uh, you did so good," she petted his head like a dog, swiping it roughly back and forth, "you are the bestest."
Grinning, Rod wiped his mouth and pursed his lips for a kiss and she swiftly turned her head, "Next time."
"You said that last night," he nervously chuckled, "Come on, if I did good, don't I deserve one kiss, pretty girl? Or at least let me make you cum one more time."