A Reverie with a Happy Ending
Joleen stood hesitantly in front of Vicki’s front door. Never had she been so nervous! Not even on her wedding day!
She was shocked when Vicki had called her up after the steamy, flirty session at the sauna with the rest of the Real Wives of Housewives of Orange County when Vicki gazed at her with a sultry come-hither look that made Joleen blush and smile shyly. Or had she just imagined it all? And now Vicki had invited her over for a visit!
Joleen summoned up all her courage and rang the doorbell, which started playing the opening oboe solo of Ravel’s Bolero. When Vicki opened the door, Joleen nearly gasped. Vicki looked resplendent in a Honey Punch Black Lace Maxi.
“Vicki, you look ravishing!” (Did she really say ravishing?) She suddenly felt cheap in her floral print sleeveless crew neck dress.
“Oh, this old thing? Well, thanks, but look at you in that lovely summery floral outfit! Do come in. Care for some Rose’?”
“Oh, yes! Please!” Not in her wildest imagination – alone with Vicki, drinking wine…
“Go have a seat on the sofa, and I’ll be right back, sweetheart.” Joleen sank down in the plush Italian cushions. It was a pretty short sofa, more of a loveseat really.
Vicki came back, set the glasses down, and sat close to Joleen. Very close. Joleen tingled all over. She tried hard not to stare at Vicki’s breasts practically bursting out of her dress’s plunging V-line. She picked up her glass, took a sip, set the glass back down then picked it up again. Vicki inched closer.
“Listen, so the girls and I have been talking and … well … it seems every time we see your husband, he has a quite noticeable erection straining against his pants. You must be a very lucky girl!”
Joleen felt deflated. “Oh well. I’m sorry. We’ve tried various things like taping it to his thigh but that’s kind of painful …”
“Oh no,” Vicki interrupted. “It’s quite exciting, I have to admit it arouses me even now. And who can blame him?” She inched closer. “’Your beauty is beyond compare, your flaming locks of auburn hair, with ivory skin and eyes of emerald green’.” She touched Joleen’s hair, then her cheek.
“Yes, it’s from that song, you know, the one Dolly named after you.” Joleen wiggled and leaned into Vicki. “I swear that song is about you, it’s so you! ‘Your smile is like a breath of spring, your voice is soft like summer rain.’ “
Joleen leaned her head back on the sofa, closed her eyes and parted her lips …
The front door burst open. “Have you ever thought about … WHOA! LOOK AT YOU!” Jack exclaimed.
“Huh? What?” Joleen suddenly sat up straight. She realized she must have drifted off while watching The Real Housewives of Orange County. She looked down and saw to her horror that her robe was completely open, her breasts exposed, her nipples erect. She looked up and saw another kind of erection altogether approaching her.
“Oh, baby, looks like this is a good time for another, uh, treatment of, you know, my wiener standing up all the time! Maybe it’ll go down for good, this time! Well, maybe not for good for all the time. Did you know there was a roman god named Priapus who had this constant boner like me and he…”
“Jack, stop! Come here, you silly boy.” Joleen took Jack’s hand and led him to the bedroom.
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