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As his thirty six birthday party dragged on Everett’s discontent grew. It was a discontent fueled by simple jealousy. His jealousy was first set in motion by the abundant attention his still lovely wife was receiving, and most certainly encouraging, by the sexy bikini she was clad in.
Outrageously flirting with several of the older male guests at the birthday party, his birthday party, a party she insisted on throwing for him, made it a no brainer, Everett would be overcome with jealousy—she as she intended.
He was not sure what her end game was as he sat in a patio chair—sulking– in a far corner of the pool area, but he sure planned on finding out before the end of the night. He was not quite drunk enough . . . yet anyways . . . to make a scene, but then again the night was still young.
“I should not be surprised really,” he muttered to himself before taking a large swig of his beer. His wife was an incurable flirt and showoff and after being married to her for fifteen years he knew, or should have known, she was not about to change.
God knows she still had the looks and the attitude to be the life of any party. At the age of fifty two his wife was the quintessential MILF.
Her good looks started with curly locks of lush golden blonde hair that tumbled down to her shoulders. It reminded many of the hair style Farrah Fawcett made so glamourous in that ultra-famous 1976 red swimsuit poster of hers. Although Carie’s hair was a bit shorter and lighter in color than Farrah’s it still had an especially attractive mix of curls and tumbles that was the envy of many a woman half her age.
When one could actually find themselves tearing their eyes off her gorgeous locks they found Carie, yes spelled with one R—she thought it unique—possessed a pair of vibrant brown eyes, sugar sweet lips, butter soft and infinitely kissable, along with a complexion of flawless pale skin, perfect and glowing, with just the lightest of tans to give it some color.
Her personality was both fun and flirty, while still managing to be elegant and lady like. It was a balancing act which few women could pull off, but Carie, after decades of practice, had it down to an art.
Finally, there was her pride and joy—her body. Her measurements, a fantastic 36D-24-34, were carried nicely on her small, five foot six, one hundred twenty five pound, frame. She had the money, Everett was quite wealthy, and the time, she did not work, again Everett was rich, to concentrate on staying in shape.
She ate right, did yoga four times a week, hit the gym another four times a week, and just recently rejuvenated an already fantastic figure with a breast lift giving her body a breast profile that was more youthful and uplifted. Then in a burst of recklessness just this past spring Carie went and had her clit pierced. It was now adorned with a small silver ring that fit her wild personality in the bedroom to a tee.
His wife was talking to a man, and appeared to be flirting something awful, as they stood at the edge of the pool. His name was Will or Bill or something common that Everett couldn’t quite remember. He was probably one of his daughter’s friend’s fathers, but no matter Everett was doing a slow burn watching the way the man was making her laugh while casually reaching out and touching her arm.
Yeah, it may have been just a light brush a hand against her bare arm, but still it was enough for him. He started to raise up out of his chair ready to make a scene.
Then his daughter, the adorable eighteen year ebony beauty from his first failed marriage came skipping up to him. She had a “boy” in tow, yeah he was probably all of eighteen like her, and handsome and well built. Enough to make the already jealous feelings he was experiencing over his wife kick up another notch.
Sitting back down, Everett mumbled to himself, “Jesus, first her, and now you.”
Rochelle stood there beaming at him. “What did you say Daddy?”
“Nothing, I mean, are you having a good time?” Really did she expect him to be happy because she was bringing a boy over to meet him? This was the third different, he had noticed, she had been hanging out with since the party started.
Rochelle had always been his little girl, his beautiful dark princess, and quite frankly it pissed him off that she was so openly seeking the attention of males other than himself. Despite knowing the day was coming, she couldn’t stay his little girl forever, still, seeing it unfold before his very eyes, on his birthday of all days, was a bit much to handle.
His first marriage to Tamika, the first African American homecoming queen at the predominately white high school he attended, had been a miserable failure—to put it mildly. They had gotten married too young and were simply not ready to settle down yet.
Or more accurately, she was not ready to settle down yet as for almost the entire marriage she ran around on him. After having Rochelle things were good for a bit, a year maybe, but the good times did not last. tokat escort Soon they were divorced and Everett was left to care for a three year old baby girl thanks to Tamika having run off to Europe with some rising young pop singer abandoning both him and their infant daughter.
His response was a bit desperate, but in the end it worked out. Having just started as a junior associate at a major Wall Street trading firm with precious little time to care for a baby daughter, Everett went out and got married to Carie a mere six months after his divorce.
Despite some rocky times here and there–overall he had hit the jackpot with her. In an ironic twist of fate, Carie was exactly sixteen years his senior which just happened to make her the exact age of mother.
This was the same mother who abandoned him to her parents when she ran off and joined a new age hippie movement. Raised by his grandparents, Everett had done alright by himself despite the abandonment issues that dwelled deep within his psyche.
Everett lost sight of his wife as his daughter began to speak because– as usual– his beautiful young daughter demanded all of his attention. “This is Toby. He is a friend of mine from the gym. He wants to take me out next Friday night to a concert. Can I go, huh? Please, Daddy.”
“I don’t know. Go ask your mother.”
“She said ask you.” Rochelle was starting to frown—just like she always did whenever she did not immediately get her way—and this time, instead of melting his heart like usual, it was only irritating him.
“Well, I will talk to her and we will discuss it tomorrow.”
“Fine. Let’s go, Toby. My dad is being grumpy.”
Resisting the urge to make an ugly retort that could only make things worse Everett said nothing. Directing his attention back to where his wife had been before he got distracted, Everett saw she was no longer there.
“Hey where did you mother go?” he called after his daughter.
“I just seen her heading inside with Mr. Knolls.”
Standing up, Everett craned his neck as he turned around toward the house. Sure enough there was his wife leading Mr. Knolls—by the fucking hand—into the kitchen of their house.
Everett, his jealous imagination working overtime, jumped to his feet assuming the worse. He quickly crossed the pool area dodging several of his guests while brushing off their birthday wishes. Yeah, like a thirty sixth birthday was something to celebrate. For Christ sakes he was closer to forty now than thirty and for some reason that fact was really bothering him—among other things.
As soon as he entered the house through the patio door he spotted his wife in the kitchen. Mr. Knolls was nowhere in sight. His anger began to fade quickly as he stood and stared at his wife. She was bent over with the refrigerator door open rummaging around in one of the lower drawers. With her back to him her beautiful ass was on full display. Tight and lean it was a thing of near perfection. As he stood there gawking at it so prominently on display in her thong bikini bottom his anger quickly turned to raw desire.
His wife had been withholding sex from him for nearly the past month saying sweetly, “Just wait till your birthday hon. Really, the waiting will make things so much better.”
“Mom, Daddy is staring at your ass.” Rochelle sang out as she entered the house.
Sneaky little bitch! She had entered the house without him noticing and now the both of them were staring at him with bemused smiles.
“Rochelle, Jesus I need to put a bell on you or something. I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Here that hon, your daddy wants to put a bell on you. He must think you are a pussy cat or something.”
Everett noticed how his wife emphasized the word “pussy” and how Rochelle was smirking at him which was a sure sign she was about to say something clever.
The sharp witted Rochelle, never one lacking in the comeback department, quickly retorted, “No bells, Daddy. I like to sneak around so I can see things maybe I shouldn’t. It’s fun. But you can still think of my pussy if you want . . . Opps I mean think of me as a pussy . . . cat that is.”
Everett turned about four shades of red. The truth was he had been thinking of his daughter all afternoon with less than pure thoughts. But considering the skimpy little white bikini she was running around in that looked absolutely stunning on her, maybe Everett could be excused somewhat for his less than pure thoughts about his lovely young daughter.
Wanting to change the subject and fast, Everett snapped, “Well unless you wanna see me yelling at your mother I suggest you leave . . . now.”
“Fine,” Rochelle huffed knowing by the sharp tone of his s voice he was serious.
Heading back out to the pool she lingered on the patio just long enough to hear her father’s raised voice. Very curious about why he was mad at her, but not wanting to be caught eavesdropping, Rochelle reluctantly yozgat escort headed back outside.
Sometime later she would just have to catch her mother alone and ask why he was so upset with her. Of course, Carie would tell her as despite being only her “stepmother” they had a very close relationship.
Carie, without fail, treated her as her very own daughter and Rochelle, after a period of adjustment to her new mother, likewise treated Carie as if she was her real mother.
“Now before you go spouting off too much honey, Mr. Knolls is just around the corner in the bathroom. I brought him in the house for that and nothing else.” She crossed the kitchen before stopping in front of him.
His eyes inadvertently went to her chest before finding her face again.
“I didn’t think that you were doing anything wrong,” he answered defensively.
“Sure, then why are you upset?”
“It’s just,” he dropped his voice, “I seen him flirting with you out by the pool and then you lead him in here by the hand. I–” Everett cut himself off abruptly. Mr. Knolls had just rounded the corner and entered the kitchen approaching him with an extended hand.
“Oh hi, its Everett right? Will Knolls . . . I am Katie’s father.”
“Hi, how you doing?” Everett mumbled anxious to get back to his conversation with his wife. Mr. Knolls, sensing as much, headed toward the patio door after extending a quick birthday greeting to him.
Alone once again Everett turned back to his wife. “Anyways, I just was upset by the way he was making you laugh so easily and then you leading in here by the hand.”
“I was just being friendly, hon, you know me . . . ever the warm and friendly hostess.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled embarrassed by his overreaction.
“OK, so look, maybe I am being a bit extra friendly to some of the older male guests but I have a reason.”
When she said nothing more only giving him a coy smile he was forced to ask.
“OK, why?”
“Just to make you jealous. A bit of jealousy is good for a marriage I think. It lets someone know you still care . . . besides you fuck me really good when you are jealous honey. Fuck me like you got something to prove.”
“Yeah, well, you know me so well.”
“Yes I do. Enough anyways to know it’s just not me you are jealous over. In fact, I think our darling little daughter may be making you at least twice as jealous as I am . . . I mean what with all those boys that keep talking to her . . . plus that one handsome young stud she brought to meet you.”
“Yeah, guilty as charged. It bothers me. Does that make me a bad father?”
“No, not bad. Typical maybe. Anyways I have a feeling you are not enjoying your birthday party so much.”
“I do have a bit of a headache so maybe we could think about wrapping it up soon.”
“Fine, it’s your party. Why don’t you go upstairs, take some aspirin, and lay down and then later,” she paused, patting him on the cheek before a sly smile came over her face, “Mommy will be up to tuck you in to bed nice and tight baby boy.”
His cock, reacting akin to Palov’s dog, began to get instantly hard as soon as his wife mentioned the word “Mommy”.
Everett and his wife, just within the last year or so, in an attempt to spice up their sex life, started to play naughty role playing games in the bedroom. Everett’s favorite game, by far, was when Carie pretended to be his “Mommy.” She fit the role perfectly considering she was exactly the same age as his real mother. Her mention of “Mommy tucking him in,” was a sure sign he would be seeing some action tonight.
Twenty minutes later, Everett had slipped off into a quiet sleep as he stretched out on their bed while Carie went about the business of politely wrapping up the party and sending the guests home.
After finally getting everyone home, and changed out of her bikini into jeans and a dressy white tank top, she was cleaning up in the kitchen when Rochelle walked in. “So why was Daddy mad at you?”
“He was not really mad honey, just a bit jealous I think.”
“Over the way you were flirting with everyone?” Rochelle asked. Pulling up a stool to the kitchen counter, she plopped down on it hoping her mom would tell her something interesting.
“Hey, I was not flirting with . . . everyone. I mean, I left the boys alone, and they were a lot, probably because they were so busy chasing you.”
“Shit Mom, all the boys I was talking to thought you were hotter than hell.”
“I think you might be saying that just to make me feel better. Anyways I didn’t flirt with them because I don’t like to lose and surely I would lose in the attention getting department against such a beautiful and charming young lady as yourself honey.”
“Aww, Mother you are laying it on thick. I am charming maybe, but beautiful . . . hardly.”
Carie crossed the kitchen to her daughter. Pulling up a stool next to zonguldak escort Rochelle, she sat down.
“So what is NOT beautiful about you baby. Surely not your hair as it’s gorgeous.” Carie reached out and ran her fingers through her daughter’s long, dark, frizzy hair.
It dropped well past her shoulders, just down to her breasts, and was really quite gorgeous.
“Hmm, surely not that dazzling smile of yours with those perfectly even white teeth. All that money your daddy spent for you as a teenager on braces so you could have perfect teeth certainly paid off and you know it. Your smile never fails to melt our hearts baby.”
“Thank you, but don’t stop there, go on. What else?” Rochelle said with a giggle.
“Well, let me see, you have pretty eyes baby girl, dark and mysterious. And then they are those cute little dimpled cheeks of yours. Hmm, sweet as pumpkin pie they are.”
“And,” Rochelle whispered warming to this game.
“What else, let me see, hmm, your complexion is nothing short of flawless.”
And it was as Rochelle had a medium skin tone that resembled a delicious light chocolate—not too dark, not too light, but just a perfect blend she inherited from her mixed parents.
“Then there is that near perfect youthful body of yours as it too is flawless.” Carie took her daughter’s hands in hers prompting her to stand up.
Rochelle stood up glowing in the limelight of her mom’s praise. “Just look at that body of yours! Hmm, shown off so nicely in your sexy new bikini that your Mom bought you. It’s no wonder the boys were all flocking around you.”
Rochelle was small, five-three, but with a comely figure featuring a pair of mouthwatering 34C tits, flat abs, and muscular thighs. Rochelle accompanied her mother to the gym at least twice and week, and like her, watched over her diet making sure to eat right. The results showed.
“OK enough,” Rochelle said sitting back down. “Seriously, what was Dad upset about?”
“Seriously?”
“Yes, tell me. He was grumpy all afternoon. Why?”
“If I tell you, you gotta promise it will just be between us, honey.”
“Yes, of course. I know how to keep secrets.”
“Fine. There was more to it than just being jealous coz of my usual flirting. I noticed he was grumpy all during the party also and it started about the time you made your appearance in that fantastic little bikini.”
“But . . . but you guys said it was alright for me to wear one,” Rochelle whined. She had been bugging her parents for months to buy her a new swimsuit, a sexy swimsuit, a bikini to be specific, but for months they had resisted. Actually, Carie was OK with the idea, but Everett was against it. Finally, after she turned eighteen just two weeks ago, Carie went shopping with her daughter and bought her the new bikini she wanted . . . without telling Everett.
“Actually, hon, it was just me. I didn’t really consult your dad.”
“Oh, so he was upset seeing me in a bikini? He didn’t know I was going to wear one?”
“No he didn’t know. I was going to tell him but I simply forgot to mention it to him and truthfully I actually I think he probably enjoyed seeing you run around in your sexy bikini, but I think it was all the attention you got from those boys that pissed him off a bit. Your father is not used to sharing you honey. You have to understand that. And then when I told him I was the one that gave you permission to wear a bikini I had to tell him I bought it for you nearly a month ago. I think that upset him too.”
“Oh.” It was all Rochelle could think to say. This new information caught her totally off guard.
“Maybe you should go talk to him, maybe be extra sweet to him. After all its still is his birthday.”
“OK, I will go talk to him,” she told her mom as she started to get up.
“Hey, before you go, I need to tell you something else.”
“What?” Rochelle asked before letting out a heavy sigh.
“Just be patient dear.” Carie took her head and stared at her seriously. “I need to remind you how I not only did I buy you the bikini you wanted, using my own money, but I also bought you those two new sexy bras you were dying to have . . . and your favorite perfume, the real expensive one and let’s not forget how I gave you my VISA and let you buy those jeans and blouse you wanted, and finally, how it was me that gave you permission to invite a bunch of your friends to your dad’s party . . . including boys.”
“Yeah, I know Mom and I thanked you.”
“You also made a promise to me. You promised to not be so stubborn and do whatever you mom told you for the rest of the summer. Do you remember that promise hon?”
“OK, OK, I am doing what you told me. I said I’m going upstairs to talk to him right now.”
“And you will continue to do whatever I tell you right?”
“Yes, Mother,” Rochelle quickly replied. Her mother was the sweetest woman in the world, until she didn’t get her way and then it was—watch out.
“And when you talk to him remember you need to be extra sweet honey, with sugar on top . . . especially tonight when we both need to get back in his good graces. I will be up later to see how things are going.”
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