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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."
"I gotta go home before Jeff comes looking for me," she whined, and cautiously pulled from the large mahogany desk.
Anna plucked a paper from her round ass and sat it on the desktop before grabbing her leggings from the floor.
Thankfully Rod had finished on the front of his pants and wanted nothing more from her but another taste of cookie.
Standing on her tippy toes, Anna placed a small smooch against his bearded chin. He had grown the facial hair out hoping she would enjoy it across her delicious little clit and he was right.
"Thank you, Uncle Rod," she winked, gliding her leggings up against her torso to hide her small gut, "Tomorrow I-"
"Oh before you go, I've got bad news." Rod shook his head, "Your mom's sentence came in. The judge gave her thirty years in prison."
Her mouth dropped, "Oh, my, Gahd. How?"
Anna withered, having her bliss turn into bleak sadness in a dash. She couldn't believe this and dropped her head as Rod hurried to console her.
"I'm so sorry, honey," he frowned but took the opportunity to hold her closer to his side to rub on her soft ass, "if I had the time I would have taken the case. She's up for an appeal in five years, that's good news. And hopefully then I'll be able to take it on. She was only the driver and I am sure she had no idea they were going to rob that jewelry store."
Anna thought differently, knowing how bad her mother was strung out at the time.
"Will I still be able to see her next month?"
"No, they'll transfer her to a prison before then, and I am not sure where that will be just yet. I'll have my team look into it and make some calls, alright," Rod explained, brushing his finger across her cheek, "I'll make sure of it. I hate to see you so sad. You're far too beautiful to be unhappy. Do you want to lay down upstairs? I can make you happy again."
Anna swallowed her misery and shook her head, "No, but, thank you, Uncle Rod. I should probably get back."
"Jeff keeps you on a pretty tight leash these days."
"Yeah. For now," Anna gave a breath of frustration, then put on a small smile, "But it's okay. At least I get to go to college. I am taking my entrance test tomorrow."
"That's good. You know, you can always move back here."
"Yeah, But, I-"
A knock on the door startled them both and they flinched as someone quickly struck it open.
"What in the fuck are you two doing in here alone?" Cindy asked with a snarl.
Anna played innocent and allowed her tears to come to her defense. Instead of answering, she hurried toward Cindy and wrapped her arms around her skinny frame, burying her face into her large bust.
"What happened?" Cindy asked.
"Her mom got thirty for the robbery," Rod announced, sitting down to hide his soiled pants, "We were in here talking about what we will do when she goes up for an appeal. She'll have to do at least seven for the drug charge."
Her eyes widened and she tightened her hold around her. Secretly, Cindy was relieved. The woman her brother had married was nothing but a scheming piece of shit, who used her as an ATM for most of Anna's childhood.
"I am so sorry to hear that," Cindy said, "Gosh, Anna. You know you always have a place here. We are your family."
Anna backed up to wipe her wet eyes, "Thank you Auntie. I have to go," she said and hauled toward the door before her aunt guessed the real reason she was in her uncle's office.
Anna still loved her mother despite her mistakes. She had never applied nor understood the steps it took for visitation until it was too late. A part of her wanted to keep her mother in the past along with other bad memories. It had been a year since her arrest and she often wondered if her mother would loathe her for how quickly she had moved on to a better life.
But, that better life came at a cost for Anna since Jeff had blackmailed her into a marriage and controlled her life. She enjoyed the perks but most times hated his supervision over her and thought it would be better to move back with her Aunt.
But, Jeff was the one to encourage her to go to college and had the money to fund her education. She was delighted and set out to enroll in a nursing program. As much as she had wanted to escape, she couldn't afford to miss this opportunity.
