A Woman who Needs by JerichoXOXO,JerichoXOXO

One ~ A Lovely Farmer

Sheila Lovelace was feeling exceptionally sexy, although she believed she was always sexy. What made that night special was that she had bought a new pair of lingerie to seduce her husband. He was very private and controlling. She never knew what mood he’d be in, and most nights he didn’t want to sleep with her. Sheila knew it wasn’t because she was unattractive, no. She had an hourglass figure adorned with generous breasts and an ass to match, a beautiful face with full and kissable lips, and she took great care of her luscious brown hair, which shined and cascaded down her chest, accentuating her chest. She loved her body and wanted to use it as often as possible. In fact, it was a bit of a problem. When her husband denied her, she often left to seek company elsewhere, her mind unable to let go of the need to be satisfied. She couldn’t stand to be around him when he didn’t want her. That was what a husband was supposed to do, she thought. As much as she needed love and was prone to infidelity, she wanted his love most of all. She was hoping she’d finally capture his attention, and he’d finally realize that she was the most beautiful woman in his world.

In her red and black lingerie, Sheila walked down the hall in a pair of heels to the master bedroom. Her husband read in bed and Sheila waited in the doorway for him to notice her. She fluffed her hair. He didn’t look at her. She tossed her hair around a bit with her head, did a slow turnaround, clicked on the floor, and returned her hands to the doorway. He turned a page. She let her hands fall to her sides, slapping her thighs.

“I’m not in the mood for it, Sheila,” her husband said, turning a page. Sheila stamped one of her heels.

“It’s been so long, Lucian,” she whined. “You used to make love to me every day when we first married. Why did you suddenly tire of me so?”

“I became busy,” he answered. “And then you become unfaithful.” Sheila turned around and walked back down the hall in her heels and lingerie. “Where are you going?” he shouted, irritability.

“To the backyard to have a smoke!” Sheila shouted back at him, angry, and exited the backyard door without a cigarette because she didn’t actually smoke. Instead, she walked down the street without clothing. A hooker saw her and offered her a jacket, which Sheila thanked her graciously for. Sheila took a side road afterward, which led to the fields where the town’s farmers lived in their little homes on the land.

In a red house lived a man named Xavier, who was Sheila’s lover when her husband wouldn’t please her. Sheila spotted this house from a distance away and wiped tears from her eyes. She told herself things would be okay because at least Xavier would please her. He had a wife himself, but she was familiar with Sheila, and she had in fact been the one to give Xavier permission to take her as a mistress.

Sheila walked through a field of wheat at night. Many of the wheat stalks left bits of themselves on her stocking and her coat, but she did not mind. She approached Xavier’s home and knocked on his bedroom window in a pattern made for her specifically to let him know she was there. Sure enough, he opened the window to greet her. She smiled at him and he combed back his hair with his hand. It was wavy like a lake in the wind, golden blonde, and passed his waist. His eyes were black and became wide awake when Sheila opened her coat and dropped it so he could see the lingerie that she had wasted on her husband.

“You look ravishing,” Xavier said to her, making up for it. He looked down at her cleavage, which gleamed with sweat in the moonlight from her walk. He looked back up at her and she came closer to him, touching his hands on the windowpane. “What’s the occasion?”

“An anniversary which my husband forgot,” Sheila said. “I’ve been waiting all day to hear something about how I look.”

“Why don’t you come in? I’ll tell you more about how good you look,” Xavier flirted. Sheila giggled, and Xavier took her hands. Xavier helped her climb into his window and the two of them kissed a few times, as quietly as they could. Sheila was a tall woman, five foot nine, but Xavier was much taller, six foot six. He had to bend down to kiss her, but he didn’t mind a single bit. Most women were shorter than Sheila, anyway. He liked her extra height.

The two walked softly past Xavier’s bed, where his wife, Savannah, slept. She was a heavy sleeper, and she had gotten used to Sheila’s visits, so she did not stir. Still holding hands, the lovers passed by the nursery, which Sheila asked to stop at for a very important reason.

Two and a half years ago, just months after the two had become lovers, Sheila conceived a child with Xavier. Her husband violently rejected the child when it didn’t have his features, trying to toss the infant into the koi pond out front. Sheila had jumped in after the baby and rescued it, running from her husband to Xavier, who promised to keep the baby safe. The child had lived with him since and Sheila’s husband never knew where he went, since Sheila would not disclose the name or location of the other man. Eventually, she had a child of his, too, but after it was born, Sheila’s husband completely ignored her.

Sheila had named Xavier’s son Gideon. Savannah, Xavier’s wife, claimed to be the mother, so no one would figure out Xavier had a bastard child with another married woman. When Sheila had Lucian’s child, he named the baby Alexis. Sheila felt maternal love for the child, but he was not well-behaved. It was exhausting caring for Alexis; he cried no matter how much attention Sheila gave him, and he spent too much time around his father, which Sheila believed was why he was only quiet in Lucian’s arms. Gideon was a sweeter child by far and a curious one who already knew how to say a variety of words. Sheila didn’t like to play favorites, but she definitely liked Gideon more, and Gideon certainly liked her back.

Xavier let her see the baby, who slept soundly in his crib. Sheila gave his head a kiss and told him she loved him before Xavier took her out to the living room.

Xavier sat on a loveseat and Sheila straddled his lap, looking lovingly into his eyes and putting her arms around his neck. Her ass felt heavy on his midsection, and he kissed her. She kissed back, and the two locked onto each other’s lips. She circled her hips on him to feel the way his cock bulged in his boxers underneath her, a feeling that she loved so dearly and sought so desperately. Xavier’s hands ran up and down her hips and waist. He felt such a deep desire for her, moving his hips with her rhythm and enjoying the way she fit on top of him.

Xavier was always eager for his visits, not that he didn’t enjoy his own wife’s company. Sheila was just a very different feeling, inside and out, and it was a feeling that was as close to euphoria as he felt he’d ever get. His wife’s stamina was low, but Sheila’s stamina, much like his own, never seemed to run out. Both of them were highly sexual individuals.

Xavier felt grateful tonight. He had satisfied his wife this afternoon but hadn’t found peace himself. He knew this was his chance at peace.

“You said you’d tell me some more things about how good I looked?” Sheila asked sweetly, parting her lips like she was inviting him to kiss her. She helped him remove his nightshirt and pressed her breasts against his bare chest. He felt stiffer than he had before. Sheila knew she had him. She always did.

“Of course,” Xavier agreed, grabbing her ass. His hands were big, but her ass was even bigger. “You look good enough to eat, like a ripe and juicy cherry. Your ass feels massive and fantastic. Your breasts are so supple. Your waist is so small it makes me feel like tossing you over my shoulder and stealing you away into the woods to have my way with you. You seriously don’t know how happy I am to see you.”

“You always say that,” Sheila cooed and kissed him.

“Well, I’m always happy to see you,” Xavier said, kissing Sheila back. Xavier hugged her around her waist. The two began using their tongues to emphasize the passion of their kisses, grinding on each other like they were making love with their clothing on. Xavier picked Sheila up under her ass and put her on the loveseat where he had just been sitting. He got on his knees and removed her panties. She scooted up to the edge of the seat, unhooking and throwing her bra to the side. She threw her legs over his shoulders. She knew what was coming and she couldn’t wait.

Xavier came face to face with Sheila’s cunt, which was glistening with anticipation. He put his tongue on her clit, licking and sucking on it. He was good with his tongue, pressing hard enough on her clit that she felt properly stimulated. Because he had a size advantage, he put his tongue inside her cunt as well, which made her moan excitedly. When he began licking her clit again, she progressed toward her climax. Xavier reached over to the sofa and gave her a pillow. She used it to cover her mouth when she came, shouting in euphoria like she was in church. She dropped the pillow and switched places with him, panting and using the same pillow to cushion her knees. Cum dripped down her thighs still. She paid it no mind and pulled off Xavier’s boxers. She sighed contentedly when she saw the familiar shape of his cock. She admired the piece. She loved the shape of it and the way it felt inside of her, but Xavier also had her favorite one she’d ever seen. It was ten inches long and slightly bigger in the middle. It was firm and had just enough ridges in the right places, at least for her. The head was lovely and pink like a pale rose. The tip was beading with cum. Xavier hadn’t touched himself since his afternoon with his wife because he wanted to wait for Sheila. He had come into a strong intuition she would be there to satisfy him that night, and it elated him he had been right.

Sheila grabbed the shaft with her soft hand and red-painted nails, using her tongue and lips to moisten the head. She used as much spit as she needed to moisten the entire length, then put as much in her mouth as she could. She prepared herself to take the rest of it, relaxing her throat. Her gag reflex was almost non-existent, which made it easy to let the rest of her lover’s length slide down her throat. Xavier moaned contentedly and placed his hands on the back of her head, keeping her in place. He thrust into her, enjoying the soft and warm space of her throat. Sheila lovingly caressed Xavier’s thighs and cherished the flavor when he came inside of her.

Xavier removed his cock from Sheila’s mouth and caressed her under her chin.

“Sit on my lap, pretty woman?” he asked her, blushing after his orgasm. Sheila found him beautiful and got up from where she sat to straddle Xavier again. This time, however, she placed the tip of his cock inside of her wet cunt and worked herself way down with little gyrations until all ten inches were inside of her. Xavier gripped the sides of the chair, trying not to cum again already while she was coaxing his cock inside of her. By the time Sheila arrived at the base, she was drooling. She wiped at her mouth and didn’t care if she smeared her makeup. Xavier liked when she was a bit of a mess.

“You’re divine,” Xavier said, gripping the back of her hair with one hand and securing a hand on her hip with the other. When all of him was inside of her, he thrust into her harder than he had before. It activated a high in Sheila, one that she had been missing for days now. Her eyes rolled back and her mind blanked on everything but the feeling of his cock inside of her.

“Oh, yes,” Sheila moaned, and Xavier brought her face in for a round of sloppy and passionate kisses. He grabbed her under her pillowy thighs and pulled her even closer, doing whatever he could to get deeper inside of her. She was the only one who could consistently take all of him inside of her, every time without fail. Even his own wife found his size too much sometimes. Sheila was like a sex toy that stretched out and bounced back just for him. He could tell her husband didn’t use her as much too because she was always tight when she met with him. Sheila considered it a gift to be built so sexually appealing, and she was elated Xavier used her gifts to their fullest and filled her to the brim with sex as she deserved. She moaned even through their kisses and eventually threw her head back in euphoria.

“Oh, Xavier,” she called out, bucking her hips on him wildly, close to the edge. Xavier grabbed her by the waist and held her in place. He relished in the feeling of her walls tightening around him and the two came simultaneously, letting out pleasured sighs. They kissed after regaining their breath, though Xavier was still inside of her. “Do me again?”

Xavier and Sheila made love in the living room again, though Sheila faced backward this time around and Xavier once again held her by her waist, but only with one hand. His free hand held one of her breasts, though her breasts were sizable just like her ass, and overflowed in his palm. Xavier felt winded after he came in that position, but Sheila insisted on keeping his cock inside of her until both of them came at least one more time. They glistened with sweat when they were done, and Xavier let Sheila clean up in his washroom. He kissed her goodbye before she left and returned to bed to cuddle his wife, who had slept through the entire thing.

Sheila walked back to her own home in her lingerie and heels, though she returned the coat to the hooker. As she walked down the street, her legs wobbled. She thought of Xavier’s strong hands and how it felt to have him all pumped inside of her repeatedly. She entered her house in a state of bliss, locking the door behind her before she focused on anything else. It broke her frame of mind when she came back to reality and saw her husband in a red silk robe, waiting for her in the kitchen. He didn’t look happy.

“Out proving me right. Again, I see,” he said. He had grown tired of Sheila’s ways. Even when he had been sleeping with her consistently, she was insatiable. He had wanted a passionate woman, and she had promised him she’d always be one, but her needs were never-ending. It was exhausting having to please her so often, so he gave up. He knew she would most likely cheat on him, but he had let it happen because deep down, he knew he could never satisfy her. He couldn’t deal with it anymore. He couldn’t look at her without thinking of how she had ruined his pride as a man.

“You know if you want me, you can always have me,” Sheila responded to him, crossing her arms. “Every day I ask you to touch me or to just let me please you, and always you act like I’m a nuisance.” Her eyes welled up with tears. “It was our anniversary today and you haven’t even kissed me once, so I went to see someone who appreciates my company and wants to see my needs fulfilled.”

“You mean you went to play mistress to the farmhand, am I correct?” Lucian asked his wife, crossing his arms back at her. She uncrossed hers and walked past him angrily to their bedroom.

“Why can’t you just tell me you love me?” Sheila shouted back over her shoulder and entered the bedroom. She knew he would return, so she quickly changed into clean underwear and a nightgown, as well as warm stockings. She went for the door again, but he opened it before she could get there. They stood face-to-face in the doorway. He looked at her with fiery eyes. He wasn’t much taller than she was. He didn’t scare her, and he hated that about her.

“I want you out of my house,” he said, quietly but maliciously. Sheila felt faint, but she would stand her ground. “If you want to be a whore, be a whore, but not in my house, not around my child.” Sheila’s cheeks flushed with rage.

“Fine!” she shouted in his face. “I’ll be the happiest whore in the countryside. And I’ll raise the child you tell me I should be ashamed of, but never was!” Sheila shoved Lucian, and he slapped her face in return. She punched him in the eye and ran past him when he stumbled backward, exclaiming in pain. She put on her pair of cloth slip-on shoes that were by the door and left the house. She didn’t bring a single thing with her and refused to look back.

Two ~ A Farmer’s Lovely Wife

Sheila arrived at Xavier’s bedroom window in her pajamas and knocked on it, hoping he would respond to a second visit. Though confused by the knock, he still recognized it as Sheila’s pattern and came to the window. He looked at her and saw the bruise on her face from where her husband had struck her.

“My husband banished me from our home,” Sheila said softly, shedding a single tear from one eye. “I need somewhere to stay.” Xavier sighed.

“Savannah and I wondered if this might happen someday,” Xavier whispered sympathetically. “I’ll make you a bed on the couch.”

Sheila’s lover helped her inside the house once again. The feeling of her waist in his arms reminded him of their affair hours earlier. Sheila felt safe in his arms. It was like she was being whisked away from all her troubles. He made a bed on the sofa with two blankets, a sheet, and a pillow from under the coffee table. He said he’d tell Savannah she was here in the morning and they’d go from there. Xavier kissed her goodnight, and she held his hand until he couldn’t stay anymore. She laid her head down to rest, more comfortable on the sofa than she’d been in her own bed in months, with a husband who turned his back to her always. Xavier looked at her before he entered his room, thinking she looked like an angel while she slept, and went back to bed with his wife.

After a quiet night, Xavier woke up next to Savannah and her lovely face. Her lips were plump and her dark hair made her hazel eyes all the brighter. She smiled at her husband, unaware of last night’s happenings. She kissed Xavier, and he caressed her face.

“I have something to tell you,” Xavier said. Savannah’s smile dropped. “It’s about Sheila.”

“Has something happened to her?” Savannah asked. She had a touch of fondness for her as well. The women sometimes kissed and touched each other when Savannah was awake during Sheila’s visits. She knew in the core of her heart that she would miss her dearly if she were gone.

“Yes,” Xavier answered. Savannah panicked. “She’s here. Her husband threw her out with nothing.”

“Oh,” Savannah raised her brows. “She’s here? Where?”

“On the couch with blankets and a pillow.”

“I’m happy you made sure she was comfortable.” Savannah looked away and then looked back at him shyly. “Did you lay with her?”

“She came over once earlier in the night and I did, yes,” Xavier answered. Savannah had made him swear to honesty before he began seeing Sheila. It was her only condition. She had arguably become a little more sexually spontaneous since Sheila came into their lives as well, which is one reason she enjoyed keeping her around. Sheila inspired her, in a way.

“Then you should know by now it’s my turn,” she said, blushing because being dominant wasn’t in her usual character. She knew he enjoyed it, though. It was just the fact she was only five foot one, and he was a foot and a half taller that made her feel like no matter what she said, she’d always sound tiny. He smiled at her, which intimidated her some, but she knew it meant he wanted her. Savvy thought she must have heard the noises of his affair with the other woman in her sleep because she had dreamt a wet dream and woke up full of desire and unfinished bliss. In other words, she wanted him, too.

“I love when you get bossy like that, kitten,” Xavier said. Savvy blushed harder, and he leaned in for a kiss, climbing on top of her and wrapping around her with his whole body. She loved it. She wasn’t a skinny woman, she had a good deal of weight on her. She often worried no man would find it attractive, but Xavier didn’t see her as anything but small because he was so big. He made her feel little all the time, so she had learned to love her body. He did, so why shouldn’t she?

Xavier smothered her in kisses and squeezed her breasts, which were very plush. He gave them some attention as well, putting them alternately in his mouth. Savannah sighed with satisfaction. Her nipples were very sensitive, and she was glad to have them tended to.

Xavier removed both his and his wife’s clothing. He was quick about the way he undressed himself and others, so Savvy always let him do it for them both. He kissed her once again, and she went to retrieve a bottle of lubricant from the nightstand. Her womanhood was as timid as she was, needing the help that the liquid could provide. She had both a clear one and a sweet one Xavier had made himself by mixing a strawberry puree with some of the clear variety. She took up the clear one because the strawberry one was only for when Xavier politely asked to have “dessert”. He could be very vulgar when he flirted, but Savvy had taught him manners ever since his son was born, telling him he needed to be a good role model. Xavier could understand that. His cooperation was why Savvy hadn’t minded raising the child with him. He promised someday he would give her one of their own. She looked forward to it. Xavier was thinking about it, too.

“I think it’s time to have a baby,” Xavier said to Savvy, touching her cheeks softly, feeling how soft they were. Savannah played with his hair. She adored how long it was. She felt his arms. They were incredibly strong. She adored them, too. “I want to give you one more than anything right now.”

“I’m ready for you,” Savannah agreed, bringing a gleam to Xavier’s eyes. Savannah gave him the lubricant and took a peek at his cock before she had to lie back down. It always surprised her at how massive it was, and she was always more surprised by the fact he could stuff it all inside of her – most times they were intimate, anyway. It hadn’t always been that way. She had only taken about two-thirds of him when they were first married, but after the first year, she had adapted to his size. Xavier told her often he was proud of her for coming such a long way.

Xavier folded her legs back by her thighs, which squished her tummy and breasts closer to her face, but it wasn’t a bad feeling. Before she met him, she didn’t think anyone was strong enough to fold her in half the way he could. It exhilarated her to be reminded she was more flexible than she thought.

Xavier found her cunt, which was hot pink and extremely cute, buried between her thick thighs. He put about half of his cock inside of her to warm her up and then worked the rest of the way in, keeping her legs spread. Savannah moaned with glee and grabbed at his arms and the sheets beneath her. Her body bounced with the rhythmic thrusting, and she felt her mind blank out, her thoughts impossible to grasp outside of the rush she felt. All she could think about was the moment. She never had much energy to buck her hips back, but she was more than happy being submissive and just taking him. Sometimes that was what Xavier needed.

Savannah came three times before Xavier did, and when Xavier came, he did so inside of her, making sure he gave her everything he had. He kept track of her cycles and knew she was fertile right now. He just hoped he had done enough before removing himself from her. Cum spilled out of her cunt, which had become a much more intense pink and in some places purple. Xavier cuddled her and kissed the side of her head until she turned to kiss him on the lips. He rubbed on her most sensitive area while they kissed until she came to another orgasm.

Xavier accompanied Savannah to the washroom when they finished and the two cleaned themselves up, content and hopeful for a baby. Xavier went to the kitchen after dressing in his daytime clothing and passed by Sheila on the couch. Sheila opened her eyes and sat up as Xavier passed her. It surprised him she was awake, though it didn’t stop him from washing his hands and getting out the pots and pans to make the morning meal.

“Good morning, lover,” Sheila said to Xavier in a chipper voice. “I heard you and your wife making music this morning. It sounded so lovely. Do you cook for her? That’s so sweet.”

“Why don’t you come and help me, since you’re so eager to be included?” Xavier said. He lit a match and set the stove alight. Eagerly, Sheila came to the kitchen. “Wash your hands, dirty girl.” Sheila giggled and washed her hands in the kitchen sink.

Savvy entered the kitchen after dressing and doing her hair and makeup. She saw Sheila in the kitchen helping Xavier and tucked her hair behind her ear. She wasn’t jealous; she had gotten used to Sheila’s company, but it was a change seeing her in the daytime, especially when her husband had spent such an intimate time with her just moments ago.

Xavier caught sight of his wife and held out his hand for her to come and hold. She grabbed a couple of his fingers because her hands were so small compared to his. He bent down to kiss her and did so a few times. The two parted ways, and Savannah joined Sheila on her side of the counter. She was chopping vegetables and gave Savannah a welcoming ankle when she saw her. Savvy relaxed. Shay was a sweetheart, especially to her, so she couldn’t help but feel affectionate toward her when she was around.

“Thank you for helping,” Savannah said to her. “How are you this morning?”

“I’m well, thank you, darling,” Sheila said. “How about you? You sure sounded lovely.” Xavier scoffed. Savannah became bashful and softly red in the cheeks. Sheila continued to cut up vegetables, content. She was so relieved to be here instead of waking up to a loveless husband in an empty house. Savannah certainly thought she had added a touch of liveliness.

“Well, thank you,” Savannah said. She knew Sheila was bold. She had roped Savannah into threesomes with herself and Xavier before. It just hadn’t occurred to her that Sheila might have been listening in on them. “We’re trying for a baby.”

“Oh, I’m so happy for you!” Sheila said, gasping. She fanned her face and felt a surge of joy so strong it brought tears to her eyes. “I’m sorry. I just always thought you and Xavier would have a beautiful baby. I wish you the most luck.”

“Thank you, Shay. That’s a very kind sentiment,” Savannah said. She gave Sheila a hug, and the woman hugged her back with a loving squeeze. Savannah noted Shay was only in a nightgown and she realized Sheila likely didn’t have any clothing. “Would you like to go shopping for clothes? I can take you out to town after breakfast.”

“The weather is exceptionally nice out too,” Xavier agreed. He thought it was nice to see the women bond. He had things to do too, so he would have liked to know they could occupy themselves. “Makes me kind of excited to work outside today.”

“Yes,” Savvy said, glad Xavier agreed with her. She wanted to spend some time alone with Sheila. She rarely did. “Xavier works for a few hours before lunchtime. I usually stay inside and read or sit on the porch and draw while looking after the baby, but I love to run errands. I would be more than happy to take you on one.”

“And you tell me I’m kind,” Sheila responded with a hand on her chest. She felt every emotion passionately. “I would love to.”

A baby fussed, and Savannah perked up, fixating on the noise.

“That’s Gideon,” Savannah said. “Excuse me.” She left the kitchen to retrieve the baby from the nursery and Sheila’s eyes lit up. She moved her chopped-up vegetables into the skillet Xavier was cooking potatoes in and looked at him bright-eyed.

“How is the baby?” Sheila asked. She felt special when Xavier looked at her because she knew he was looking at her as the mother of his child rather than just his mistress. “I missed him.”

“He’s energetic and bubbly, just like his mother,” Xavier said with a smile.

“Good morning everyone!” Savvy said, coming into the room holding Gideon, who was just a year and three-quarters. The baby had black eyes like his father, but orange hair and freckles like Sheila’s maternal grandfather. He was all smiles and waved to Xavier and Sheila with Savvy. “Say good morning to Papa and Mama Shay, Gideon.”

“Good morning,” Gideon said, though his Rs still came out like Ws. Sheila found it adorable.

“Good morning, handsome,” Sheila said, putting her cutting board in the sink, finished with her task, and walked over to Savvy and her beautiful baby boy. She kissed him on his head several times and held his little hands. “How’s this beautiful boy today?”

“Good,” he answered, shyly cuddling into Savvy’s neck.

“Yeah?” Sheila asked. The amount of affection she felt turned her brain into little heart-shaped birds.

“Yeah,” Gideon agreed. Sheila kissed his hand and helped set the table while Xavier plated up food. Savannah sat Gideon on a high chair at the dining room table and thanked Sheila for her help again. She sat next to Savannah because Xavier’s chair was next to the baby. Sheila wanted to sit next to Gideon, but she supposed she could settle for just seeing him for now. She was glad to just be in the same room with him.

Xavier put three plates on the table of vegetables, potatoes, and bread. He always made even portion sizes, so the amount of food he ate was the same as the amount of food the women ate. Savannah knew eating large portions was why she’d gained the weight she did, but it didn’t bother her or Xavier so she never asked for less. Sheila was in love with the amount of food. Her own husband gave her small portions, telling her she had a figure like a common whore and that she needed to lose the weight in her breasts and hips to appear more modest and pure. She was ecstatic to see a full plate of food for once and ate like it was the first plate of good food she’d ever eaten in her life. Xavier was glad to see the two women he adored most enjoy his cooking and gave some peas, carrots, and potatoes to his son, who liked the carrots and potatoes but disliked the peas.

Xavier washed the dishes after breakfast, which was easy because everyone had eaten everything on their plates. Savannah changed into her underwear, stockings, corset (which Sheila laced up for her), and dress. None of Savannah’s clothing fit Sheila quite right. Their body types were too different. Savvy used a clothespin to fasten one of her skirts to fit and gave her one of Xavier’s work shirts. The sleeves were enormous but hid the fact she didn’t have a brassiere and that was good enough. She wore a big sunhat of Savvy’s to go with her big shirt and felt giddy because the shirt smelled just like Xavier.

Savannah took Gideon and Sheila out to town and shaded herself under a parasol since Shay wore her sunhat. Sheila carried the baby and didn’t seem to care about not having anything proper to wear. In fact, Sheila seemed like she had never been happier. Sheila smelled the air to catch the scents of the grass and the dirt. She adored the way the sun felt on her skin, and she had never seen colors so inviting as they were on the farm. Her clothes couldn’t possibly bother her because she knew the body she had underneath them. The only trouble they caused her was being mandatory. Sheila would love to roam about naked if she could. She imagined dancing nude in the fields like a carefree witch many times and now knew that maybe someday, her dreams could be a reality.

Three ~ A Lovely Tailor

A little golden bell rang at the corner of a wooden door as Sheila and Savannah entered a dress shop that was run by West Romero and his father. The tailor, West, looked toward the women. He had just finished organizing a rack of dresses a previous customer had disorganized, and he was glad to have a customer to get his mind off of how frustrated it had made him. He immediately recognized Savannah. She came in from time to time to get things mended or resized, but he didn’t recognize the woman with him carrying a child. He wondered if she was a nanny, though she was an incredibly pretty one if she was. His father, who was hanging up a new shipment of dresses, thought the same thing.

“Welcome in,” West greeted them with open arms. His father let him do the talking. West was popular with women and it earned them more sales. He came forward and kissed Savannah on the hand, bowing at her when she curtseyed. He bowed at Sheila too, who blushed and smiled at him. He wore good shoes with heels and would have been shorter than her if he hadn’t been. His jaw was sharp and his lips were heart-shaped. His pants came down just past the knee and fit him well. His socks had frills at the top. He was very handsome in a doll-like way. Shay’s mind immediately wandered to thoughts of how pretty he might look with his buttons undone. “How can I help a handsome couple this morning?” Sheila giggled and swayed from side to side. Gideon enjoyed the swaying and swung his legs happily.

“You’re too much, West,” Savannah said, blushing. West was always quite flirtatious, but because the two were more than well-acquainted.

Xavier and Savannah had a neighbor named Emilio who was married to a woman named Georgia, who was much like Sheila and had a large sexual appetite. West visited Georgia almost daily because Emilio napped often and half the time when Georgia’s needs were at their strongest. With Savannah’s permission, Xavier sometimes slept with Georgia, too. Savannah was sometimes tired and couldn’t always handle his needs, and she didn’t want Georgia to be angry at her husband for how frequently fatigued he was. She believed it was a good way to make peace in the fields. Once, however, Xavier and Georgia were together when West came to visit, so West seduced Savannah instead. He had been friendlier with her since. He appealed to Savannah intellectually, so she welcomed his friendship.

“I would like to introduce you to Sheila, who’s living with Xavier and me,” Savvy said, gesturing to Shay politely. She spoke at a respectful volume, albeit softly, but that was just the way she was. “Her husband cast her out of their home.”

“My condolences,” West told Sheila. “But you’re in good hands. Savannah is a caring and intelligent woman, and Xavier is strong-willed and protective at heart. You’ll always be safe.”

“That makes me relieved to hear,” Sheila said dreamily. She loved the way West’s eyes pointed upwards slightly, not to mention she was very partial to blonde men. “I don’t have any clothes. Would you help me find something?”

“It would be my pleasure,” West told her with a very enchanting smile. Sheila was a flirtatious woman and she very much enjoyed the company of other flirtatious people. Savannah took Gideon from her and looked through the racks for fun, letting the baby feel the different textures of the clothing while West offered Sheila a selection of dresses.

“My measurements are difficult to gauge just by looking,” Sheila said to West, coyly. She curled a lock of hair around her finger. “Would you care to measure me?”

“I wouldn’t mind a bit,” West said. He took measurements for people all the time.

“Would you do it in the dressing room?” Sheila asked, her voice almost a whisper. “I’ve left home without a brassiere.” West raised his brows and his cheeks flushed. Sheila maintained eye contact so intensely, no woman, but perhaps Georgia ever did so.

“Whatever makes you more comfortable, my dear,” West agreed, matching her volume. He led her to the dressing room, and she smiled like she was expecting a good time.

The dressing room was small, wooden, and had an ornate full-length mirror on the wall. There were hooks as well for hanging up clothes that didn’t fit. They were empty because West was good at keeping up with putting the clothing back on the racks. He was an organized and meticulous man. Sheila found pleasure in making a mess out of an organized man. She took off her shirt and skirt as he closed the curtain in the dressing room, admiring herself in her stocking and underwear in the full-length mirror. West saw her reflection and felt his body lighten as if water from a sacred river had rejuvenated him. He hadn’t realized her body had so many curves under the large shirt she had been wearing. He was excited to get her into something that would suit her body, though he thought perhaps he was more excited by her body itself.

West took up the tape measure from where it draped across his neck and measured Sheila, where it mattered most for a dress. He began with her hips, moved to her waist, and then did her arms. Her bust was the one he wasn’t sure of. He would have to give or take an inch without the brassiere or maybe supply her with one. He wasn’t sure if he carried any in her size, however.

“What’s wrong?” Sheila asked, noticing the focused look on West’s face. He met eyes with her in the mirror. Her lips were pouty as she furrowed her brows, curious about what he was thinking.

“The only brassieres we carry are in D sizes, though we do have double sizes. Would you fit into one?” he asked, trying to maintain an air of professionalism. He put his tape measure back over his shoulders, having retrieved his measurements. Sheila then took his hands and placed them on her breasts, forcing him close up against her. They were the same height while West was in his shoes and he felt all of her posterior against his crotch, making him feel swollen with affection. His entire body blushed. A stranger had never been so bold with him before.

“I’m not sure,” Sheila said, as an answer to his question. “Do I feel like I would?”

“I don’t know,” he said with a bit of a stutter. Sheila let him fondle her and moved her hips on his to let him know she was interested. She didn’t feel the familiarity of a bulge under his pants, however, and became curious. Perhaps it was rather small. “I don’t think so. If you would like my professional opinion, that is.” Sheila turned around to face him. It was so sudden it intimidated him.

“You’re mighty charming, and if I must admit, I’m a woman to become easily aroused by charming individuals. May I please you?” she asked. West was in disbelief for a moment.

“What’s your motive?” he asked.

“I have no motive,” she said, dropping to her knees. “The world is harsh and unloving. I only seek to pleasure myself and bring pleasure to others. If I am to die someday, I’d like to die knowing I experienced every pleasure I could.”

West found himself moved by her words. She was so beautiful, and she had felt so soft under his hands, but he couldn’t help but feel a sense of guilt. He lacked masculine sex. It was his secret. He had the equipment he used to pleasure women lovers in lack of it, but he did not bring it to the shop.

“I must tell you something,” West said to Sheila. She looked up at him curiously, already running her hands up his pants, eager to unfasten them. “I was born female. I live as a man, but I do not have what I need to satisfy you as one at the moment. I’m sorry.”

“Not a worry, I’ll simply pleasure you the way a polite woman pleasures any man no matter his shape or size,” Sheila said, unfastening his buttons and pulling down both his pants and underwear at the same time. He gasped and half-expected Sheila to change her mind, but she seemed just as confident about his cunt as some of his more experienced male lovers had been in the past.

West pressed his back against the wall and began undoing the buttons on his coat, feeling burning hot suddenly. Sheila coaxed one of his legs over her shoulder. His thighs felt soft and Sheila had no complaints. She had found many people beautiful, whether they were men or women or something else entirely. She found his clitoris cute, though it was larger than most she had seen, and adored how bright pink he was. She put him in her mouth and ran her tongue around his clit, the way she might please the head of a cock. West covered his mouth with one hand and held Sheila’s head with the other. Her tongue was like silk and he could nearly feel himself melting in her mouth. His eyes rolled into the back of his head when he came, and Sheila licked him clean before she stood back up. West offered her a handkerchief from his coat pocket, catching his breath, and she wiped her mouth with it.

The shop bell rang while West was still catching his breath and he swore to himself. He hurried back into his underwear and pants.

“I’ll get a few pairs of dresses after I greet this customer and use the washroom,” West told her. “I’m so sorry, but thank you. I’ll remember this for the rest of my life.”

“I’ll forgive you if you give me a goodbye kiss,” Sheila said and West played along, giving her a quick kiss and running out into the shop while buttoning the last buttons of his coat back up. He greeted the customer and asked her politely if she could wait just a moment while he used the washroom. She made no fuss and Sheila admired herself in the mirror in the meantime. She thought if she had the ability, she would make love to herself all day. She kissed her reflection and said sweet and sexy things to herself until West returned, looking much more put together and with several dresses draped over his arm. He hung them up for Sheila in three rows of two.

“These are all padded, so you won’t need a brassiere, and each should be true to your measurements. If not, we can adjust them,” West explained, having a hard time keeping eye contact with the woman. “Try one on. I’ll be back after I let this customer into the other dressing room. We’ll try on all the dresses when I return.”

West was true to his word and helped her try on each of the six dresses while helping her zip or lace them up as well. The act of dressing and undressing aroused Sheila, and West caught a bit of heat every time he saw her body as well.

“I think I’ll have all of them,” Sheila said, clasping her hands. West had done a good job. Sheila found nothing she disliked. West felt proud of himself.

“Of course,” he said to her. “I must ask you something, however?”

“Anything you must,” she said to him. She felt little regret or shame in her actions. She believed life was too short to feel those ways.

“Would you perhaps like to come to my place sometime?” West asked. “I know you’re held up with Xavier, but I know Savvy and have other friends in the fields, so you don’t have to agree to anything soon. I wouldn’t mind if you came into my shop three months from now and said yes. You’re that brilliant, and certainly worth waiting for.”

“Oh, West, you sweetheart,” Sheila said, turning around to face him with tears in her eyes. She kissed him passionately. After a moment of shock, he immersed himself in the kiss. It was like a scene from a romantic fable. When they parted ways, he felt dizzy. “I live life moment by moment, so I don’t know when I’ll see you again, but I’ll be sure you know I’m happy to see you when I do.”

“That’s more than fine by me,” West said. He took her outside the dressing room and began ringing up the sale on his register. Savannah approached Sheila with the child, who was getting fussy. Savannah noticed she was in one dress she had tried on and that West had given them an extremely discounted price. Savannah handed Gideon to Sheila, who was happy to hold him, getting out her coin pouch.

“Did you ring up all the dresses?” Savannah asked West to be polite. West nodded at her. She opened her mouth and then shut it. She had assumed Sheila had been intimate with West when he ran out of the dressing room and spoke to the next customer while a bit discombobulated, but she hadn’t realized it would get her a discount on dresses. She said nothing, and neither did West’s father, who had been too far away from the dressing rooms to understand exactly what was going on. He would not ask about it, and Savannah thought Sheila was an even bolder woman than she had initially taken her for, which was saying a lot.

Savannah carried the baby home while Sheila carried her dresses and the parasol. Savannah wore her sunhat again.

“There are such beautiful people in this town,” Sheila said wistfully. She thought about West’s pretty face. “West says he knows some of your neighbors. Maybe I can visit?”

“That would be nice of you,” Savannah said. Sheila was friendly, though after she had taken so long in the dress shop, Savannah wondered if she had ulterior motives. “I can make you a basket to bring someone if you’d like. Judging by the sun, Xavier still has a while to work, and I have to look over Gideon still.”

“I don’t mind going alone,” Sheila said.

“I know,” Savannah told her. Sheila looked at her curiously, wondering if Savannah meant it in a positive or negative way. “You’re like Xavier, you have strong needs that always need to be fulfilled. I would rather you seek that fulfillment on your own, anyhow.” Sheila seemed upset.

“Are you saying you don’t want me around Xavier?” she asked because to her it sounded like Savannah was thinking she didn’t need to be around Xavier if she was being intimate with other people, too. Sheila didn’t like people to assume she was easy, she just enjoyed sharing her energy with those that gave good energy to her. She had been that way since she had reached sexual maturity and was sick and tired of everyone talking down to her about how much more she could love than they could. Her whole life had been punishment after punishment for being promiscuous and she didn’t know how to explain that she couldn’t control how easily arousal consumed her because her own emotions clouded her mind and she couldn’t think about what she needed to say, only what she wanted to say to fuel her upset feelings. She was already beginning to cry, and the two hadn’t even passed the outskirts of the city yet. Savannah panicked, not wanting to upset her and not understanding why Sheila had jumped to that conclusion.

“I didn’t mean it in that way, Shay, I just meant if you want to do that then you can do what you need to do and I won’t bother you,” Savvy tried to explain. “You said you didn’t mind being alone.”

“So, you don’t like me anymore?” Sheila shouted, stopping in the middle of the street. Savannah tried to keep her walking, but Sheila didn’t want to move from her spot, even with all the people walking around them. Savannah looked at her pleadingly because people were looking at them and she was getting anxious. “You think I’m a whore because I did that in the dress shop and now you don’t want me around, is that it?”

“I never said that at all,” Savannah said, shocked by her language. Sheila had begun crying and Savannah felt like she might, too. “Sheila, please, I was just making an observation. It’s going to take some time to adjust to having you in my house, so I’m just trying to understand you.”

“Then I’ll make it easy for you!” Sheila shouted and marched off with her dresses.

“Wait!” Savannah shouted toward her, trying to run after her, but in her dress and carrying a baby while weighing twice as much as most women her height, she found it too hard to keep up. She had too many odds stacked against her. She stopped to catch her breath and watched Sheila run off, farther and farther away from her. Savannah cried for a moment, and Gideon got upset. He didn’t know why Sheila had left. Savannah began walking again, rubbing Gideon’s back and telling him everything was going to be okay. She hoped she was telling herself and her son the truth.

Four ~ A Lovely Neighbor

Sheila arrived at the house in a weeping mess. Xavier had left the door unlocked and far out enough in the fields that he didn’t see her go in. Her tears had ruined her makeup, and she continued to cry while trying to reapply it, so she hung up her dresses instead, sobbing all the while. She resolved to remove all of her makeup and went out that way, thinking it wouldn’t matter because she was pretty even without makeup. She didn’t think she was charming when she cried, however, so she encouraged herself to stop while she walked to the neighbor’s just west of Xavier’s. If Savannah didn’t want her around, then she would get lost as she did best, finding solace in knowing her body would earn her some comfort along the way.

Outside a bright yellow house, two children played in the yard. Inside the bright yellow house lived a couple, Emelio and Georgia, who were the parents of those two children. Emelio had come in from work earlier to get in a nap before Georgia began cooking lunch, and Georgia herself was setting up all the utensils and ingredients she would need to cook. A knock came at her door and she turned her head to it, blonde curls following the turn and swaying to the side. She went to answer the door and laid eyes on an exceptionally pretty woman with the largest green eyes and an even larger chest.

Georgia liked to think she was the catch of the field. Her breasts were generous, as were her hips, she was slightly pudgy in a way men found extremely pleasing, and she had a gap in her two front teeth that drew people to her for her uniqueness, not to mention all the blonde freckles that matched her curls. Laying eyes on Sheila, however, her hourglass body, full lips, and a little waist, she seemed to have competition. She wondered where she had come from.

“Hello, my name is Sheila,” she said with a tone so cheery no one would ever have guessed she had cried off all her makeup. “I just moved onto the farm and was hoping to meet some of my neighbors. I’m sorry I don’t have a gift basket. I’ve had a rather hectic morning.”

“Good to meet you,” Georgia said, smiling and looking the woman up and down. Sheila talked like her corset was too tight, but the way the dress sat, it didn’t even appear she was wearing a corset at all or even a brassiere. Georgia concluded Shay wasn’t a modest woman. She seemed like she had just come from somewhere. Georgia couldn’t think of any other reason she would have just thrown on a dress and walked over to her neighbors. Georgia wondered what house she was staying in. “I’m Georgia. I’m startin’ up some lunch. You can help me or have some tea while we get to know each other better.” Sheila giggled. Georgia was flirtatious like West at the dress shop had been, and it made Sheila forget about her troubles. She found the gap in Georgia’s teeth endearing.

“You’re lovely,” Sheila said to her. “Do you know West?” Georgia raised her brows. Her demeanor changed.

“Do you know West?” Georgia asked her, hoping that this woman wasn’t here to tell her she had involved herself with her lover. He had just been over two nights ago, so she would have a talk with him if she did.

“I bought this lovely dress from him, and a few others,” she said, gesturing to her dress. “He said he knew some on the fields and figured if someone as charming as West knows the farmers, they must be charming themselves.”

“He is charming, ain’t he?” she asked without smiling.

“Oh, yes,” she agreed, fanning herself. “In fact, we had a rather intimate encounter in the dressing room.” Georgia stopped feeling very warm and Sheila stopped fanning herself, sensing something was wrong. Georgia smiled at her.

“Listen, I can guess what kind of woman you are,” she started. Sheila immediately didn’t like her tone. “West is my lover, okay? He’ll take a pretty bitch like you because he wants it, but don’t think he loves you the way he loves me, got it?”

“Are you not married?” Sheila asked. She saw Georgia’s wedding ring perfectly fine. She just wanted to get under Georgia’s skin. She succeeded, and Georgia narrowed her eyes at her. Sheila looked over her shoulder as a man emerged from the bedroom hallway and into the living room. The man had warm brown skin and lips even fuller than Sheila’s. His eyes were glossy and his lashes were long. He had freckles and a blonde afro puff. Sheila found him absolutely adorable. Georgia saw her looking and turned to see her husband with a sleepy expression on his face in the living room.

“What the hell are you doin’ awake, baby?” Georgia asked, not mad but surprised. “You never wake up before lunch.”

“I was wondering who was at the door,” Emelio said, as if that was a perfectly reasonable explanation. Georgia wasn’t even sure how he had heard them from his room. His hearing usually wasn’t so keen.

“This is Sheila,” Georgia said, gesturing to Sheila on the porch. Shay waved at Emelio and her eyes immediately enchanted him, as well as her smile. Not to mention, her body looked divine in the dress she wore. “Would you keep her company while I make lunch? She’s friendly. Real friendly.”

Sheila looked at Georgia, who looked at her like she was the one in charge and Sheila needed to know that. She would pimp her out for a moment, but only because she needed to cook, and she didn’t feel Sheila was the type to say no to someone as pretty as Emilio. Sheila flipped her hair behind her and pouted. She preferred to be the one in control of her situation, but she would happily take advantage of the time alone with her housemate, just as Georgia thought she might.

“When I knock on the door, I need you to go get the kids, okay? They’re playing outside,” Georgia called down the hall, where Emelio led Sheila to his room. Georgia rolled her eyes. She figured they would head straight to the bedroom without sitting and talking in the living room first. She didn’t enjoy having both her men fooling around with other women on the same day, especially not the same woman, but she was busy and she had already slept with Emelio this morning. If she hadn’t satisfied him, it wasn’t her problem. At least not until Sheila left.

“Yes, ma’am,” Emelio called back to his wife. He was grateful for how much Georgia did for him, and he worked hard for her. It just made him tired more often. He used to feel terrible, but after Georgia had taken West as her paramour, he stopped being so hard on himself. As long as someone took care of Georgia, Emelio was happy, but now it was his turn to get taken care of. Seeing Sheila made him feel like he was still in a dream, so he didn’t mind spending time with her. He was still half-asleep anyway, which clouded his judgment.

“Straight to your bedroom?” Sheila asked and giggled. She touched Emelio’s shoulders. Her fingers were soft. “I don’t even know your name.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Emelio said and blushed. “I’m very forgetful. My name is Emelio.” He pushed the door open for her. He was only an inch taller, but Sheila still felt like a princess in her new dress. She climbed onto his bed suggestively and hoped she made nice shapes in her new clothes. Emelio felt light-headed as an erection formed in his pajama pants. He sat down on the bed and Sheila sat down next to him, smiling and placing a gentle hand on his thigh. She knew she aroused him, but said nothing about it.

“Are you Georgia’s friend?” Emelio asked, trying to make small talk.

“No, I’m your new neighbor,” Sheila said sweetly. She ran her hand up to his crotch, where he was obviously nursing an erection. She tapped the tip with her pointer finger. “Would you like some help with this? It looks uncomfortable, poor baby.”

“Oh, yes ma’am, please,” he said. He felt like he was sitting on a cloud with an angel. “If you would, that would be so kind.”

“Of course. I’d like to think I’m a kind neighbor.” Sheila tugged on the end of Emelio’s pants and he leaned on her so she could tug them off of him. He had no underwear on because he didn’t like to wear underwear underneath his pajama pants. Sheila had an immediate view of his cock, which was eight inches and a tad. It was a lovely purple color with a pink tip. She felt it to see the texture. It was plush. The skin was thicker than Xavier’s. She imagined it would feel very comfortable inside of her. “Such lovely colors.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Emelio said softly. He was shy and didn’t know how to tell her he wanted to be inside of her, but he was growing as hard as he could get and hoped it gave away what he was feeling. Sheila smiled and caressed the side of his face. She quite liked submissive men.

“Would you fetch me lubricant and handkerchief, sweet boy?” Sheila asked him. He nodded at her and retrieved a bottle of lubricant from inside a sock drawer and a handkerchief from on top of a dresser. Sheila took both from him. She applied a thick coat of lubricant to his eager member and began sliding her hands up and down the length of his shaft. She could tell he was already reaching a high level of excitement and placed the handkerchief on top of his tip when she caught signs he was about to finish. He ejaculated rather quickly, which was why Sheila had started with the handjob first. She got on her knees below him on the floor, placing the handkerchief to the side, and took Emelio’s cock in her mouth. She took him deep, all the way down her throat, and Emelio held the pillow to his mouth so he could exclaim in pleasure without being too loud. Sheila paid attention to how stiff he felt inside of her and took him out of her mouth before he came.

Emelio looked down over the pillow he had on his face to see Sheila stand up and turn around. She pulled the skirt of her dress all the way up, revealing a very cute pair of white bikini briefs that were a size too small on her. They made her ass look enormous, though it looked even bigger when she took them off. She bent over and Emelio caught sight of her cunt, which seemed to glitter in the sun, before she sat down on him. The feeling of her entrance around him was warm and soft. It felt like love. She straddled his legs and bucked her hips, working his cock in and out of her while he tried to grab her waist, finding his hands too shaky to keep a good grip. Sheila knew he had to be gone with lust by now. She could hear the way he was breathing and moaning without inhibition, almost like he was pleasuring himself. His song aroused Sheila. She loved hearing the blissful sounds of others. She felt rather weak in the knees and came to a climax. She came with him inside of her, and when she realized she couldn’t use her legs very well anymore, she decided it was time to change positions.

Sheila removed herself from Emelio, a hard thing for her to do because she loved how he felt, and bent herself over the edge of the bed, looking back at Emelio with flushed cheeks and desperate eyes. He looked back at her, just as desperately, waiting for her to tell him what to do next.

“Finish yourself up, baby,” Sheila told him and wiggled her behind provocatively. Emelio understood what he was told and took his place behind her, standing up. He entered her again and found sliding into her was easy. He loved the way she looked and felt from the back, and he tried not to let his knees buckle below him. It happened sometimes with Georgia. He got intimated sometimes by being in control, but Georgia told him not to think of it as being in control, but as him serving a purpose. The thought made him feel better about giving it his all. He took a deep breath and began thrusting into her harder. Sheila let out an affirming moan, and Emelio gained confidence in himself. “Oh, yes, just like that, honey.”

When Sheila felt Emelio lose energy, getting weak in the legs, she crawled farther up on the bed and had him crawl up on the bed with her. Sheila flipped over on her back and lifted her legs for Emelio, who reentered her and laid on top of her while he thrust into her, kissing her neck and grabbing her breasts. She grabbed the back of his head and stroked it, exhaling happily. She adored how clingy of a lover he was. She let him cum inside of her because she wasn’t the type to mind if she had a baby, and he fell a bit in love with her for it. They cuddled on top of the covers and kissed until Georgia knocked on the door. Emelio got up to answer it, pulling his pajama pants back on before opening the door. Sheila pulled her dress back down over her, though her underwear was still on the floor.

“Great, you guys did exactly what I thought you would,” Georgia remarked when the door opened, seeing the underwear on the floor and the bottle of lubricant on the bed. “Go get the kids, please, Emelio? Lunch is ready.”

“I’ll be right on it,” Emelio said. “Thank you for cooking.” He left the room, exchanging a kiss with Georgia, as well as an ‘I love you’. Georgia eyed Sheila sitting on the bed. Sheila looked at her with the same bad attitude.

“Probably time you get back,” Georgia said bluntly. Sheila fluffed up her hair.

“I was wondering if I could stay for lunch?” Sheila asked. Georgia scoffed. She couldn’t believe Sheila had the nerve. “I don’t want to go back home just yet.”

“You had your fill. What you can do is exit through that window right there,” Georgia said and pointed to the bedroom window behind her. “You can sit on the porch out front. You ain’t stayin’ for lunch. I got kids I don’t want strangers around.” Sheila got off the bed angrily and stood eye-to-eye with Georgia. Sheila was an inch taller than her, but Georgia didn’t seem intimidated.

“Then I will,” Sheila said in her face. Georgia didn’t like others getting in her face. She usually fought people that did. “Someday we won’t be strangers, though, and you’ll realize that despite my ways, I’m very good with children. I have a son of my own, in fact.”

“Get out of my face,” Georgia said articulately. “Go home to your damn kid.”

Sheila quickly twirled around to face the other way and marched toward the window. She opened it and began climbing out. Georgia picked up Sheila’s underwear and tossed it at her. Sheila tossed it back.

“Keep them,” Sheila said maliciously. She left, not regretting her choice because she didn’t believe in regret. She sure felt upset, though, having to leave so soon. She sat on the porch, drawing up her knees, crying into her dress. She didn’t like being kicked out. Not again. Even before her first husband, she had been in and out of so many homes, cast out or leaving for whatever reason or another. She felt so misunderstood.

A soft crunching in the grass softened Sheila’s crying down to a whimper. She rubbed her eyes and looked out to see a tall figure with long golden hair walk toward her. It was Xavier. He waved at her when she looked up at him, but she did not wave back. She looked down at her lap. Xavier came closer and walked up the steps of Georgia’s porch, taking a seat beside Sheila. He put a comforting hand on her back and she looked up at him.

“Savvy and I were worried about you,” Xavier said to her. Sheila still said nothing. “You caused Savvy a panic, leaving her alone like that with the baby. That was very rash of you, but we’ll both excuse it if you’ll come back and have lunch with us.” Sheila wiped her eyes and sniffled.

“Does Savvy even want me around? She says she can’t adjust to me,” Sheila said, weeping softly again. Xavier turned to face her and brought her closer to his chest, rubbing her back and kissing the top of her head. He sighed. Sheila was terrible at grasping the damage she did sometimes, but Xavier and Savvy tried to have patience with her because they knew she wasn’t a bad person. She just made impulsive decisions, and sometimes those decisions weren’t good.

“Savvy and I both promise we want you around,” Xavier reassured. “She misses you. She even cried because she thought you left us for good. We found your dresses hanging up, though, so I’m sure you’ll come back, won’t you?” Sheila sniffled twice and thought. Xavier rocked her back and forth.

“I pleasured West Romero, who runs the dress shop Savvy took me to, and I slept with Emelio, Georgia’s husband.” Sheila looked up at Xavier, who looked down at her, listening. “Do you think I’m shameful?”

“Never,” he said to her. He couldn’t ever be ashamed of her because he was rather promiscuous himself. It wasn’t something he was ashamed of, so it made no sense to cast judgment on others for the same reason. “Not as long as you come back to me.”

His words moved Sheila, but out of happiness. Xavier wiped her tears away, and she smiled at him lovingly. He put a hand on her cheek and she put a hand on top of his.

“I love you,” Xavier said. Sheila felt breathless. It was the first time Xavier had told her he loved her. “I want you to know that. Actually, I need you to know that.”

“I love you, too,” Sheila said to him, teary-eyed. It was the first time she had said it to him as well. They had a silent understanding while living separately that they weren’t to say such things, but now that he had said it, Sheila knew he was serious about bridging that separation between them. She pulled him in for a kiss and the two reconciled with several passionate minutes dancing on each other’s tongue.

“I’ll come home,” Sheila finally told Xavier. “I’m sorry for running off.”

“I’m just glad I found you,” he said, and the two walked hand in hand down the fields back to Xavier’s little red house, where Savannah waited on the porch with Gideon. She almost fainted with relief when she saw her husband walking back with Sheila. Xavier had left the house immediately when Savannah told him Sheila was missing and might be with the neighbors. She had hoped both would come back safe and unharmed. Gideon, who had refused to go down for a nap, fell asleep in Savvy’s arms after he saw his father and Shay, relieved that all his parents were home again.

Five ~ A Lovely Talk

Xavier went back to his fieldwork after lunch, leaving his wife and mistress inside the house with his son. Savannah sat Shay down on the couch with her so they could talk. Gideon played with toy dinosaurs on the floor, making them fight each other and tell silly jokes only a one-and-a-half-year-old could understand.

“Listen, Shay, I’d really love to put the morning behind us,” Savannah began.

“But I have to express that it was very scary and exhausting walking all that way back home alone with the baby, not knowing where you were. I’m not thin or fast. I can’t catch up with you when you take off like that.”

Sheila couldn’t make eye contact at first, so she looked toward her son, who laughed at something he said in gibberish. His laugh warmed her heart. She felt remorseful for having left him and Savannah behind.

“I’m sorry,” Sheila said, taking Savvy’s hands. Savvy blushed. Even when being scolded, Sheila was still so affectionate. “I know better. It was just, you see, my emotions got the better of me. Lovers have cast me aside many times in the past because they tire me or another lover takes my place, and I often had to learn for myself. I’m reminded of such things sometimes without warning.” Sheila wiped away a couple of tears and Savannah reached out to stroke her hair, which was soft like silk.

“I think you might suffer from a condition,” Savvy told her. Sheila listened because she wondered if she might as well sometimes. “Maybe a few different ones, but I think post-traumatic stress brought your episode on. Soldiers sometimes have the same after returning from war. Xavier also does. He had a troubling upbringing, but he’s gone through a great deal of healing. You could too if you stuck around.”

“I would like to,” Sheila said, leaning into Savannah’s hand while still holding the other one. She didn’t like to talk about her upbringing, but it was true she had endured traumas that intruded on her mind still.

“I’m glad,” Savvy said. “We’re not here to hurt you. We wouldn’t have accepted you into our home if we didn’t both want you here.”

Sheila found comfort in the softness of Savannah’s hand and loved how bright her eyes were while looking at Sheila. Gently, Sheila leaned forward and kissed Savvy, surprising her, though she didn’t protest. Sheila had kissed her many times before, but this time, it felt so much more loving. The two had been alone for once for the entire duration before the kiss and Sheila wasn’t already in a highly aroused state – which was usually when Xavier was around.

“Xavier would also like you to know,” Savvy said when the two had taken a break from their kisses. Her face flushed while Sheila glowed. “He felt such a sense of relief and rightness when you arrived, which was why he worried as much as I did when you left. You don’t know this, but for the past three years, he’s told me every time after you’ve left that he worries about you. I used to be jealous at first that he cared about you so much, but I see for myself why.”

“I don’t mean to bring either of you any stress,” Sheila said. “I think both of you are beautiful people. That’s why I’ve tried to include you in the past when I can.”

“I know,” Savvy said, but Sheila knew for certain that she wasn’t saying so in an ill-intended manner. “You’re a good woman, Sheila, and it isn’t your fault you have such strong needs.”

Sheila didn’t know what to say. She had never been told she was a good woman. Even she and Xavier had agreed that both of them had bad habits, which made them suited for each other. They had both endured troubling childhoods and sometimes didn’t even believe they were good for anything but sex at all. Savannah had worked with Xavier to show him he was more than that, and to help him realize it was an impulse he couldn’t control. Savannah saw the same thing in Sheila, and she wanted her to know she wasn’t a bad person because of it.

“It’s like there are a series of lights in my brain,” Sheila began, trying to describe it for the first time because she had someone in front of her who seemed keen to listen. “Certain people light up certain lights, and some people light up all of them, like Xavier. And when those lights turn on, it’s like I can’t think about anything else. Most people tell me I should be ashamed of myself, but what can I do when every part of me wants it so bad?”

“You don’t have to do anything,” Savvy told her, which was an answer that took Sheila by surprise. “You just have to be yourself. As long as we know where you are and you act appropriately around the baby, we have no issues.”

Instead of crying again, Sheila resolved to kiss Savannah more. Gideon did not notice the two women kissing on the couch behind him, still enraptured by his imaginative play. Savannah felt comfortable and impassioned, but she moved Sheila’s hand away when it came off Savvy’s shoulder and down her chest.

“Gideon’s in the room, remember?” Savvy reminded her. Sheila looked toward her son and then toward Savvy bashfully.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized. Savvy smiled at her sympathetically. She kissed Sheila on the cheek.

“Another time,” Savvy told her. “I promise.”

For a time, Savvy cuddled Sheila on the couch while Sheila read to her the book she had been reading. She liked Sheila’s reading voice and the way she gave life to the characters when they spoke. She felt almost like a little girl in her mother’s lap again. It made her feel warm and cared for. After a couple of chapters, the baby began to fuss and Savvy gave him a quick sniff to see if he needed his diaper changed. Sheila helped her with it because she had been doing the same for Alexis, a child she hoped her husband was taking good care of without her. Savannah was pleased to have help, especially someone to bend down and get things for her where she often had trouble.

The two women clapped for Gideon when he had a fresh diaper on and the baby clapped along with them, all smiles. He had most of his teeth already and Xavier was diligent about brushing them, so his smile was full of white that shined brightly for his mother and what he supposed was his other mother. The infant was most familiar with Savannah but had seen and heard Sheila in the house enough times that she had become familiar to him, too.

Savvy picked up the baby and took him outside with Sheila. Gideon enjoyed the sun, so much so that freckles already peppered his face. They went out east of where Xavier was working. Both could spot Xavier’s tall figure in the distance, his hair as gold as the fields of wheat he stood in. Sheila pondered the field and remembered how green the one in front of Georgia’s house was.

“If I might ask, what do Georgia and Emelio grow in their fields?” Sheila said to Savvy after picking up Gideon and spinning him around. He tugged on her dress, wanting her to do it again. She picked up her son and tossed him a little in the air. His laughter was loud and ran through the air like a choir of birds singing in the morning.

“They grow vegetables mostly,” Savannah answered her. “They’re doing eggplants and cabbage, but Georgia also grows lovely tomatoes on the side of the house where the vines grow freely. It’s a very interesting choice to grow it that way, but it yields some amazing fruit.”

“Are tomatoes a fruit?” Sheila asked, spinning herself and her son around.

“Yes,” Savvy answered, happy to teach someone something. “They have seeds in them and they grow from a flower that blooms before the tomato does, which makes them fruit.”

“How interesting,” Sheila put her son down and he looked up at Sheila expectantly. She put her hands on her hips and looked down at him. “What do want, little one?” He tugged on her dress again and she picked him up once more because he was simply too cute to say no to. It overjoyed Savannah to see them playing. Sometimes Savannah felt like dull company to the child sometimes, especially now that Gideon was walking around. Sheila had far more strength and energy than she did, and Savannah was grateful that Gideon was enjoying himself.

“Georgia doesn’t seem to like me much,” Sheila said. Gideon had finally tired of the spinning and sat down in the wheat, touching the stocks. Savannah kept moving the wheat away when he tried to put it in his mouth.

“Georgia is friendly to almost everyone. You must have caught her in a bad mood,” Savvy said, moving another wheat stalk away from Gideon and retrieving a teething toy instead from a bag she had brought full of emergency baby supplies. Gideon wasn’t having teething pains anymore, but he was a biter and liked to put things in his mouth that he wasn’t supposed to. Savvy always kept something around for him to chew on. He took the toy happily and chewed on it contentedly in the wheat.

“She didn’t take kindly to the fact I had been intimate with West, but she still let me sleep with her husband,” Sheila informed Savannah, who raised her brows.

“You slept with Emelio?” she asked. Sheila looked away. “I’m not judging you. I’m just surprised, is all. Georgia has West because Emelio has low energy and can’t always please her. Emelio has no reason to need another partner, so it’s interesting to me.”

“She was busy,” Sheila said matter-of-factly. “She was cooking and Emelio woke up from his nap early. She likely didn’t want him in the way. He tells me he’s very forgetful.”

“Oh,” Savvy said, processing Sheila’s explanation. “May I ask you a question about it?”

“You can ask me anything, Savvy. I just don’t know how I’ll answer.”

“Fair enough,” Savvy said. Gideon stood up and reached for Savannah, who picked him up and propped him up on her hip. He looked up at the sky, watching a bird fly overhead, as he chewed on his toy. “Now, I’m not asking this to be rude. I’m just trying to understand. If Georgia was cooking and Emelio had woken up, what possessed you to enter their home instead of letting them spend time alone together, which they rarely have?”

“Well,” Sheila began, though she had to think. She realized I couldn’t think about it, however, because when it had happened, she hadn’t been thinking at all. “When I saw him, I found him rather handsome, and he kept staring at me, so I assumed he was interested. I was there to introduce myself, and Georgia said I could talk to Emelio if I liked because she clearly wasn’t in the mood to speak with me. I took her up on her offer because Emelio’s lips looked very kissable and he was blonde, even with his dark skin. I love blondes. Sometimes I wish I could have been one, but Xavier says he likes brunettes because he’s a blond himself, so I suppose I have no reason to wish for such a thing.”

Sheila had a very dreamy look in her eyes and Savvy realized what Sheila dealt with was very serious. It seemed all her thoughts led to romance and sex. Savannah wondered if that made it hard to live a normal day-to-day life, though, after the last couple of days, she could answer her own question. She supposed she forgot from time to time because Sheila often appeared so carefree. Truly, Sheila simply took anything that life gave to her. If she cried about it, that was fine because the feeling never lasted.

“I suppose that’s as good a reason as any,” Savvy said. She now understood Sheila acted on her feelings more than thinking about them. Maybe it made the bad moments miserable, but that meant the good moments must have been heavenly. “Was it… good?” Sheila smiled.

“It was like a dream,” Sheila said, batting her eyelashes. Savannah couldn’t help but giggle, though she was incredibly shy. The wind suddenly picked up and Savannah clutched her sunhat.

“Let’s go back inside?” Savannah asked. “So the little one doesn’t get dirt in his eyes?”

“Oh, yes, my hair can’t take much more of this,” Sheila said, laughing as her hair whipped around her eyes. Feeling like the world had returned to proper alignment, at least for a time being, the women returned home.

Six ~ A Lovely Adventure

Sheila thought it might be a nice idea to cook a meal for Xavier since he had been working so hard all day. She cooked for the whole family because she wanted to make up for her runaway stunt as well. Savannah was grateful. Xavier thought it was all very impressive. Sheila had cooked often for her husband often, which had been one of her only escapes. The kitchen was where she could lose herself in fantasies and pretend anyone loved her. She loved to cook and watch people enjoy her food – almost as much as she loved to eat it. Gideon enjoyed the scraps Xavier gave him as well. Sheila was so pleased that she offered to do the dishes for everyone after dinner was over.

“Thank you, Sheila,” Savannah said. She was glad to see Sheila in a good mood. She took up Gideon and retired to her bedroom, kissing Xavier and telling him she loved him along the way.

“Thank you, Sheila,” Xavier said, handing his plate to her. She smiled at him and accepted a kiss from him as well. “Would you care to join Savvy and me in the bedroom?”

“Actually, I was hoping we could have a bit of alone time out here, maybe?” Sheila asked, putting his plate in the sink and then turning around to place her hands on his chest, running them up his body to massage his arms and his neck.

“There’ll be plenty of times to be alone together,” Xavier told her, taking one of her hands in his and kissing it. “I’d love to spend time with both of you tonight.”

“Just a quick one? Please? You spent time alone with her this morning,” Sheila said, whining a little. Xavier looked at her like she had offended him.

“She’s my wife,” Xavier said plainly. Sheila became offended as well.

“And I’m not important? You told me just hours ago that you love me. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that?” Sheila crossed her arms under her chest.

“You are important to me, and I do love you,” Xavier said sternly. “You’re both important to me. That’s why I want to spend time with you both.”

“Well, I’m not in the mood anymore, so I’ll just sleep out here alone,” Sheila said, looking away from Xavier. “Again.”

“If that’s what you really want, fine,” Xavier said. He walked away from her. He wouldn’t go back and forth with her when his wife was waiting for him to come to bed. “If you change your mind, just knock.”

Sheila felt her bottom lip quiver and turned around to wash the dishes so the water would run while she cried, hopefully covering up the sound. She had spent all day with Savannah. She had only wanted to spend a little while with Xavier alone. She shamed herself for not having gotten used to rejection by now, then decided if Xavier didn’t to be alone with her, she’d be alone with herself.

After the dishes, Sheila put her shoes back on to go outside. She wanted to find a place to be alone and maybe cry some more, somewhere Xavier and Savannah wouldn’t hear. As she was about to head out, however, she heard pleasurable sounds coming from Xavier’s bedroom. She got goosebumps and her heart began beating harder. She was familiar with the sounds the two of them made when they were intimate, and she found them enchanting. Against her better judgment, she walked toward the sound.

Sheila paused for a moment in front of the door to listen, closing her eyes and envisioning what kinds of things Xavier could do to Savannah to make her moan that way. She felt hot under her dress and considered knocking. Because she was still feeling moody, she knelt down and peered through the keyhole instead. She saw Savannah, stomach down, ass up, with her hair splayed out all over the bed and her whole body flushed pink. Xavier was behind her and above her, pinning her arms down to the bed while thrusting into her. Sheila had felt inside of Savannah before with her fingers and knew it felt velvety soft. Sheila caught Xavier brushing his hair back behind himself with one hand during the act and it exposed his hard jawline, long neck, and strong collarbone. Sheila bit her finger and rubbed her thighs together. She was suddenly aware she had no underwear on. She had left her only pair at Georgia’s.

There had been other times when Sheila went without underwear, but it had always been a surprise for or a command from a lover. This time she simply forgot them, and she wasn’t sure how to get more. The fact she didn’t have them on was very arousing, so she pulled up the skirt of her dress and placed two deliberate fingers on her clitoris while peering into the keyhole of her lover’s room. She stimulated herself and kept biting down on her finger, trying not to give herself away. She couldn’t help panting, but Savannah and Xavier were making enough noise that they wouldn’t have heard her.

She saw through the keyhole when Savannah turned over onto her back. She put two fingers inside of herself when she saw Xavier re-enter his beloved. Savannah was quick to sing again and Sheila placed her free hand on the door, feeling the vibrations that shook from the bed onto the floor and up the door, too. She pressed her fingers on her clit again and stroked herself with passion, trying to control her breathing and hold back her moans. Savannah came with a euphoric shout and Sheila came along with her, hyperventilating to catch her breath before it carried a sound.

Xavier continued to use Savannah for his pleasure, not yet satiated. Sheila longed to have something inside of her but saw how much Xavier was enjoying himself inside of Savannah and left them be. She used the washroom to tidy herself up, thought about where she wanted to go, and resolved to go somewhere nice, where perhaps she could pleasure herself with no one bothering her. With nothing but her dress, stockings, and her only pair of shoes, she exited the house quietly and started off toward the woods.

The woods were off to the south. It was a vast expanse that covered an entire city’s worth of area. Sometimes the farmhands came here to hunt, but few people came at night. It was said that only dangerous people came through the woods at night, but Sheila had not grown up near the woods and she had heard no such rumors. She wandered the forest alone, unafraid. She used the beams of moonlight that came through the canopy to help her find a way to a comfortable spot.

A rustling began from a distance behind her and Sheila gasped, hiding behind a tree from the sound. She heard it come closer and peeked around the tree trunk to see a vague silhouette walking rather swiftly through the trees. The figure came closer and Sheila could tell it was a person. When the person walked into a beam of moonlight, Sheila could see blue eyes, a rather masculine figure adorned with explorer’s clothing, and a head of soft blonde hair. The man used the moonbeam to look at the drawings on a map he carried with him. Sheila found him handsome as he searched the paper with his eyes. She stepped out from behind the tree and the man looked up at her immediately. The woods were too quiet not to hear her, even though the ground only gave softly under her light feet. Sometimes she stood a bit on her toes as well, like a little ballerina, which made her footfalls silent.

“My Lord,” the man said, rolling up his map and placing it on his chest in disbelief. “Are you the goddess of this forest?” Sheila laughed, and her cheeks heated. It was one of the nicest things anyone had ever said to her. She smiled and tucked her hair behind her ears, which were burning bright red.

“Oh, no, I’m just a woman,” Sheila said. She tugged at the top of her dress, intentionally giving her breasts a bit of an inviting bounce. “I’m a very hospitable woman, though, and I could give you a nice rest from your travels.”

“Ah, of course,” the man said. He sounded like he encountered something like this before. “I’m not a rich man, but I could pay a fair price.”

“You flatter me,” Sheila said, twirling her hair. She had been told often she would make a very rich whore if she ever chose that path, but she didn’t want her affairs to feel transactional. She was who she was, and who she was right now was smitten with this stranger. “I only seek affection, and how grateful am I to have stumbled upon someone with a face as fine as yours?” Sheila walked forward and placed her hands on his chest, which was strong and comforting. His heart beat strong and Sheila planted a kiss on his lips to feel his heart beat stronger.

“Dare I say,” the man whispered, not wanting to startle her away in case she was some kind of creature from a dream world in the form of a woman. “I may be the luckiest man in the world tonight.”

“Dare I say you just might be,” Sheila agreed in a sultry tone. She looked into his eyes and pulled her dress off of herself entirely, revealing a body completely nude beside her stockings. “What’s your name, darling?”

“Nathaniel,” the man responded, shocked. He was on an expedition that required seven days of travel with little break besides eating and resting. Halfway through his journey, he thought he might be of something to replenish his energy. Just seeing her figure and her skin glowing in the moonlight made him feel more alive than he’d felt in days. “What’s yours?”

“Sheila,” she said to him, returning her hands to his chest and slowly undoing the buttons on his vest. “But you can just call me Shay, or whatever name pleases you best.”

“You’re very kind, but why don’t you let me do this part and you come to sit and relax,” Nathaniel told her, taking her hands away from his vest. He sat down on the forest floor and undid his vest, though Sheila was still eager to help, and pulled off his shirt. Nathaniel laughed, and as she did too, he found her endearing. She sat on top of his lap, putting her hands in his soft hair and kissing him like he was someone she hadn’t seen in a while and had missed so much. Nathaniel felt her back, which was smooth and irresistible to the touch. Her weight on him was a deep comfort. He hadn’t held another body since he had left his hometown, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit in love with her and her coquettish personality. He felt his heart beating in a very intimate area and Sheila smiled into her kisses, grinding her hips on his crotch when his cock rose underneath the cloth of his pants.

Nathaniel removed his pants and underwear before he did anything too rash, placing his clothes underneath him so the leaves and twigs did not poke him on the ground of the woods. Sheila was eager to get on top of him, though he gasped with surprise when she took his cock in almost one go. He wasn’t small, but he wasn’t as big as Emelio, so Sheila had no trouble. Nathaniel blushed hard. He felt like he was seventeen again and meeting his first lover, that had more than just the body of a girl, but the body of a young woman.

“I don’t know how a woman like you is real,” he said, feeling her waist and the soft bit of belly she had. It had been around dinnertime. Sheila had a bigger appetite for sex than she had for food, however, so she always held anything down to get what she needed. “But I’m so happy. I’m alive to experience this moment.”

“You praise me so much. It’s going to be hard to let you leave if you keep it up,” Sheila joked. They laughed with each other and kissed, slowly moving their hips with each other so they could each get used to the feeling of one another. Nathaniel began thrusting harder and Sheila moaned, arching her back and moving her hair behind her. She put her hands on Nathaniel’s shoulders for leverage and returned his efforts, working herself up and down his cock to feel him hit her harder inside.

“Wait,” he said, but she didn’t let up. “I’m close to finishing.”

“I don’t mind,” she said, looking into his eyes like she hypnotizing him into a trance. “You can cum inside me.”

Nathaniel joined her trance and let all sense of thought disappear. He only felt her skin under his hands, on top of his thighs, and around his most intimate piece. She felt so good inside and out, and he didn’t let himself think anything of finishing inside of her because she had given him permission. Sheila sighed contentedly and continued moving her hips to cherish every moment she could before his cock softened.

Sheila stayed on Nathaniel’s lap and kissed him more, persuading him to use his tongue with her. She kept his cock inside of her and began kissing him around his face and under his ears.

“You’re a very special something, Shay,” Nathan said with a contented exhale. “I must be heading off soon, though I’ve more than enjoyed this encounter.”

“Oh, we aren’t done, baby,” Sheila said, running her hands across his bare chest. “I haven’t finished yet.” Nathan suddenly seemed nervous, though he kept his shape inside of her.

“I don’t know if I can do much more,” Nathan said, though he was afraid that would not be a good enough excuse.

“You can, silly,” Sheila said, fluffing up his hair. “Why don’t you lay down?”

Nathaniel put his shirt under his head and did as he was told without a word. Sheila clapped and ruffled his hair.

“Good boy,” Sheila praised. Nathaniel enjoyed it more than he felt he should have. “I love a good listener.”

Sheila moved up his body until she was sitting above his face. He knew what he had to do and grabbed her thighs. He pulled her closer, taking her cunt in his mouth. She felt soft around his face while he devoured her, and she couldn’t help but move her hips back and forth to slide her clit across his tongue. She sighed and moaned with pleasure, loving Nathaniel’s strong grip on her thighs. She came hard and wet Nathaniel’s chin, as well as a bit of his neck. She climbed off of him and laid on top of him instead, cuddling him. He put a tired arm around her, feeling drunk. They lay there for a while, looking at the stars together through a gap in the leaves where the moon shined through. Nathaniel rubbed Sheila’s back.

“There’s a washcloth in my satchel. Would you retrieve it for me?” Nathaniel asked her, breaking the silence. Sheila was happy to help and Nathaniel sat back up, wiping his face when she gave him the cloth. He set the cloth down and began dressing again. He shook his head, still in disbelief he had experienced what he just had. “No one back home will ever believe I met you.”

Sheila looked at him curiously as she took the washcloth and wiped at her thighs and around her cunt with it – she’d clean the rest when she got home. Nathaniel noticed and blushed. He didn’t think she realized he was going to have to take that with him until he could wash it. She folded it up nicely, like she knew, however, and then removed her earrings. She offered them to him with a sweet smile.

“So people back home have proof,” Sheila told him. He looked at her in awe. He accepted the earrings, placing them in his inner vest pocket after he had finished dressing.

“Thank you,” Nathaniel said to her as she put her dress back on. When her body was covered, he gave her a kiss. “Thank you for everything.”

“Thank you, Nathaniel,” she said. “I needed some love.” The two kissed for a little while longer before Nathaniel disembarked on the rest of his journey.

Alone in the night, but feeling less lonely than she had felt before, she journeyed back to Xavier’s house, anxious about explaining herself but refilled with confidence. She’d be as honest as she always was, and whatever happened to her was what she’d accept because she didn’t like to think too hard about the consequences of her actions until she had to deal with them.

Seven ~ Lovely Even When He’s Angry

Sheila ascended the steps of the porch and opened the door as quietly as possible to go inside. She had hoped to wash herself up before she had to talk to anyone, but she was in no such luck. Xavier waited for her on the sofa, and he didn’t look thrilled. Sheila locked the door behind her, being quiet, and Xavier met her eyes. He looked her up and down. He noticed her stockings were dirty.

“Where have you been?” he asked. His voice has an edge to it and he locked eyes with her intensely.

“I went for a walk in the woods,” Sheila said firmly. “I needed to be alone.”

“Were you alone?” Xavier asked her, sounding collected, but Shay knew he wasn’t. Sheila wasn’t sure how to respond and looked away with her lips parted. “Come sit by me.”

Sheila slowly walked over to the couch and sat politely on the other end. Xavier exhaled and scooted up next to her.

“Would you look at me?” Xavier asked. Sheila looked up at him reluctantly, but only with her eyes. He put a finger under her chin and tilted her head up to look at him fully. “We need to talk.”

“If you’re mad, you were the one who didn’t want to be alone with me,” Sheila said. Xavier gave her a look like she was being a brat, but he didn’t intimidate her. They’d been intimate for years and she often had him submit to her – there was something thrilling about putting a six-foot-six man on his knees and in his place. She let him be in control sometimes only because it riled him up and made the sex hit differently, but only when she was in the mood to be manhandled. She knew she was always in control, and it wasn’t like others hadn’t hurt her worse in the past.

“I know why you left, Shay,” Xavier said. He caressed the side of her face, though he still sounded cross. “But you can’t keep running away every time you get upset. You’ve done it to me and Savvy now, and it’s only been a day since you’ve been here. Savannah told me you said yourself you don’t want to cause us stress, but every time you run away, you stress out the whole house.” Sheila’s eyes watered. Xavier wiped her tears away. She said nothing for a while because she had nothing to say. She had lied to herself and to Savannah.

“I’m sorry,” Sheila said in a shaky whisper. Xavier kissed her. She put a hand on his face and kissed him some more. His lips felt familiar. She had missed them.

“I forgive you, just don’t do it again, please,” Xavier said, and Sheila nodded in agreement. “Let’s wash you up, come on.”

Xavier got off the couch and offered a hand to Sheila. She took it and let Xavier lead her to the washroom. His bedroom door was closed, and she wondered if Savvy was asleep.

Sheila entered the washroom, and Xavier closed the door behind them. He passed by Sheila to fill up the washstand pitcher with fresh water. He had changed the water multiple times today because everyone in the house had been dirty. Sheila took off her dress and Xavier immediately noticed her dress was the only thing she needed to remove.

“Where did your underwear go, Sheila?” he asked her like she was a child who had misplaced a toy.

“I left them at Georgia’s,” she admitted. Xavier nodded, feeling up her thigh. Her cunt and the insides of her thigh were slick. He realized she must have found someone to be alone with.

“Do you want to tell me about your walk in the woods?” He asked. Sheila shook her head and Xavier felt in between her legs. He pressed his whole hand on her crotch and used two fingers to run her glittery clitoris. Sheila’s legs felt shaky as a wave of pleasure surged inside of her. She felt like putty in his hands. “You’ve slept with how many people today? Three? And none of them were me. Do you have something to say about that, Sheila?”

“I can’t say anything,” Sheila said, swaying her hips in his hand, enjoying how he felt under her. She felt good, so good, but she couldn’t help but suddenly think of all the people she had slept with that day. She closed her eyes and couldn’t put a face to the feeling very well, which worried her. “I don’t know who I belong to.” Xavier took his hand off of her and Sheila opened her eyes again. Xavier looked at her concerningly.

“Are you not my mistress?” Xavier asked, sounding disappointed by her choice of words. Sheila wanted him to touch her again, but she had said something stupid. She felt herself verge tears.

“I am, but I’m a terrible one, it seems,” Sheila said. She looked down at her feet. She pulled off her stockings because she no longer felt sexy in them. “I wish you wouldn’t have stopped touching me.”

“Well, Sheila, when you say sad things like that, it makes me worry,” Xavier asked her, a bit irritated by all the mixed signals she had been sending him. “I have no idea how you’re feeling right now. I can’t do things to you if I can’t connect with you.”

“Oh, so I don’t do it for you, is that it? I’m not pretty enough to connect with even when I’m sad?” Sheila asked defensively. Xavier stood up angrily and walked right up to her. He looked down at her. She was only up to his lips, and she looked up at him. It intimidated her some, but she held his gaze, unafraid.

“Stop with this nonsense, Shay,” Xavier said to her, quietly but articulately. “I have been forgiving with you all day, but I am at my limit. I want you, Sheila, even though you’ve caused so much trouble. If you don’t give yourself to me, I’m going to take you by force.”

Sheila relaxed her posture. His words and the look in his eyes filled her with a fond feeling, the feeling of being wanted.

“You could have just said so,” Sheila told him, poking his chest teasingly. “You know I like it when you tell me how bad you want me.” Xavier relaxed and chuckled.

“You’re a crazy woman,” he said. He removed his shirt. Sheila kissed his collarbone and pulled his pants down for him. Xavier cupped her face in his hands and kissed her passionately. She returned his passion, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him like she couldn’t breathe, and his mouth contained all the oxygen she needed.

Xavier bent at the knees a bit and picked Sheila up by her thighs. She giggled and wrapped her legs around his waist. They kissed while he carried her outside of the washroom and onto the sofa, where he removed his underwear and entered Sheila’s cunt, which was swollen from already being used, but still tight. Whoever she met in the woods must not have been as big as he was, which made him feel better about the situation.

Sheila lifted her legs farther back, welcoming him in. He was all she had wanted all day more than anyone. She hadn’t gone about it in the most straightforward way, but she had eventually gotten him in the end. She sighed and moaned as he filled up all the space inside of her, feeling at home. Xavier held onto her waist, which felt tiny in his hands. He moaned contentedly himself.

Xavier didn’t think Sheila fully understood how insane she made him feel. He needed her, and each time she had left today, he had become consumed with anxiety, thinking he might never see her again. He didn’t know how to express these things to her yet. It took him a while to be vulnerable enough to express his inner thoughts, but he hoped if he did her hard and deep, she’d feel his affection and forgiveness. Sex was love for them too, and eventually, their heartbeats matched each other’s rhythm. Sheila lost the grip on her legs, but it didn’t matter because Xavier put propped her legs against one of his shoulders instead and adjusted his angle. He was good with her. She could go limp and get lost in the euphoria and she would know she was still in good hands.

“You’re wrong about needing to belong to someone,” Xavier told her. She looked at him like she had the biggest crush on him, which she did. “It’s me who belongs to you. No matter what you do, I’ll always want you. I’ll always come when you call. I’ll always do what you need me to do.”

“Come then,” Sheila said, stroking him under his chin. “Cum inside of me, where you belong.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Xavier said, exhaling a sigh of relief. It was more important to him than even he realized sometimes to know his lover wanted him. As much as he loved Savannah, she was fairly modest and didn’t speak in sexual tones to him like Sheila did. He sometimes wondered if he scared Savannah, though she often reassured him she knew he’d never hurt her. He never worried if he scared Sheila because she did things to him no woman ever had before he met her. She had him wrapped around her finger tighter than she realized.

Xavier grabbed Sheila’s breast with one hand and her ass with the other. Sweat beaded on his forehead and chest while he progressed toward his climax. His hair stuck to his body, but he couldn’t have cared less. There was only one thing he focused on, and that was reaching a goal. When he did cum, it was like taking a shot of bourbon, a sense of warmth washing over him, and Sheila came with him, overjoyed to have received him. Xavier stayed inside her for a moment longer before petting the side of her face.

“Flip over? I still have more to give,” he said to her. Sheila nodded and turned herself onto her stomach, wiggling her behind at Xavier suggestively with a giggle. He had a lot of stamina and so did she. It was one of the many reasons they got along.

With great satisfaction, Xavier grabbed her hips and eased her back onto his cock. Sheila felt herself drooling and wiped at her mouth. She clutched a couch pillow and hugged it close to her so her head could rest on something soft while Xavier pumped it into her. She cooed and moaned with glee, feeling an orgasm stirring up inside of her. She bucked her hips back as much as she could with such a big thing taking up space in between her legs. Xavier grabbed at her ass, hips, waist, and back. It all felt so good. He moaned with pleasure and used one hand to tug on her hair. Sheila squealed with glee.

“You’re perfect,” Xavier said, feeling her cunt tighten around him. He had never been the jealous type, but he couldn’t help thinking about how many times Sheila had pleased others today. “But you’re a greedy girl.”

“And you’re just as bad as me,” she said, relishing the feeling of her head being held back by her hair. “Giving me what I want.”

“I can’t resist you,” he said. “You know that and use it against me. I love it. I love you.”

Sheila reached her climax. She couldn’t help herself, Xavier’s affection meant the world to her. Xavier couldn’t help but cum with her; Sheila felt so luxurious around him.

Finally, Sheila and Xavier went to the washroom. Both cleaned themselves up properly and in content silence like they had cleared up everything they needed to. Xavier felt secure in the fact he still had Sheila, despite her impulsive behaviors, and Sheila felt like she had found someone that understood her. As fantastic as it felt to have sex with anyone that was beautiful and willing, Xavier and her shared history, love, and secrets. She would always want him, no matter who else passed through.

Xavier led Sheila quietly into his bedroom when both of them were clean. Savannah slept soundly, as she often did through their escapades, and Xavier directed Shay to the other side of the bed. He slept in between the two women, cuddling Sheila, though he’d surely cuddle Savannah during the night as well.

Everyone found enough peace to have dreams that didn’t trouble them.

Eight ~ A Lovely Trio

Halfway through the night, Xavier had rolled off of Shay, missing his wife. He had cuddled Savannah instead, comforted by her warmth and softness. She reminded him of a stuffed animal, and because he had never had one as a child, he deeply cherished the way Savvy felt. Xavier’s body had roused Sheila when it left hers, making her feel lonely. She turned over to see Xavier wrapped around Savannah and came closer to him. She cuddled up to his back and put an arm around him, feeling his torso expand and contract as he breathed. Sheila had gone back to sleep that way, no longer lonely, and Xavier had woken up between the both of them. He was very pleased and kissed Savannah’s head until she was awake, inadvertently shaking Sheila awake as well with all his movement.

“What’s with all the ruckus?” Savvy joked when she woke up, smiling at her husband and stretching. He kissed her again. “Good morning, handsome.”

“Good morning, beautiful,” Xavier responded, kissing her again. Sheila rubbed her eyes and sat up, also stretching. Savannah saw her and her eyes widened. Xavier looked at Sheila, too. She had slept naked and sported some very wild bed hair.

“Good morning,” Sheila said and waved to them both. Savannah waved at her calmly.

“Hi, Sheila. I’m glad you’re safe. We were worried about you last night,” Savannah said, sitting up herself, albeit a little slowly. “How did you get in here?”

“Xavier let me in,” Sheila said, kissing Xavier on the cheek and sliding off the bed. She went to the closet to pick out a new dress. Savannah and Xavier met eyes.

“Are you mad?” Xavier asked, nervous about the way Savannah was looking. She had an expression on her face, like a very analytical deer in headlights. Xavier didn’t know exactly what she was feeling, and it made him anxious when he didn’t know how people felt.

“I’m not mad,” Savannah said. “I’m just surprised. You’re very unpredictable, you know. It’s not something easy to get used to, but I’m trusting you have a good reason.”

“Right, exactly, we talked like you said we should, but it got intense,” he explained. “I brought her here because we both needed a cuddle.”

“I’ll accept that,” Savannah said. She puckered her lips for a kiss and Xavier gave her a few. “You’re very lucky you treat me so well.”

“Do you want me to start breakfast?” Sheila asked, standing at the end of the bed in a new dress, which was red with poofy sleeves and a cinched waist. She looked like she had just woken up from a lovely dream that she was still thinking about.

“That would be lovely. Thank you, Sheila,” Savannah answered. Sheila ran over to the side of the bed and gave Savannah a kiss on the lips. Savvy touched her lips and blushed while Shay gave Xavier a kiss as well, leaving the room giggling. Savvy and Xavier smiled at each other.

“She’s the sweetest when she’s in a good mood,” Savvy said, ruminating on the kiss. She liked when Sheila kissed her. Shay’s lips were full and luxurious, like a cordial cherry but soft and pink. “Would you take her to the butcher’s with you today? Maybe take her back to the shop to get some underwear, finally? I’ll watch Gideon. You can watch Sheila, make sure she doesn’t act out like yesterday. I prefer her when she isn’t missing.”

“I agree. I’ll keep her close.” The couple kissed, and Xavier left the bed to get into his own clothes. Savannah took off her nightgown, and Xavier bent down to kiss her breasts and her tummy.

“You’re gonna look so nice when you’re pregnant,” Xavier said, making Savannah blush.

“You’re gonna make me all shy,” she said, swinging her legs off the side of the bed.

“You’re cute when you’re all shy,” Xavier said. He got down on his knees on the floor in front of Savannah, and gently spread her legs apart. “Makes me feel the need to remind you that you don’t need to be.”

Sheila in the kitchen was cooking eggs. The meat and potatoes were already on the stove. She heard Savvy exclaim in pleasure while she was chopping tomatoes and smiled. She felt domestic, like she was just another wife, and she realized, all at once, that was what she wanted. The realization was powerful to her. She cried into the skillet, but she wasn’t unhappy. She was quite the opposite, in fact. She cooked with more love, feeling it for Xavier and Savannah both. She wanted to be a part of their lives, a part of her son’s life. Her heart felt as if it could burst with all the love she felt.

Xavier and Savannah brushed their teeth in the washroom while Sheila plated up. The baby began to fuss and Xavier went to get him, finishing his teeth first and kissing the top of Savvy’s head while she still brushed her teeth. He entered the nursery to see Gideon standing up in his crib, looking at him with curious eyes the same color as his own. Xavier didn’t know what he had behaved like when he was a baby. He didn’t remember and had no parents to remind him, but his son certainly reminded him of Sheila. He was cheerful and curious, something Xavier never was growing up, and every time he looked at him he saw Shay. It was one reason he couldn’t ever shake her from his mind.

“Papa?” Gideon asked, because the room was dark. Xavier walked over to him and picked him up out of his crib. He tossed Gideon up in the air once, so he could hear him laugh. Gideon didn’t weigh a thing to Xavier, who could carry a full-grown hog across the field if he needed to. He kissed Gideon’s head, full of soft and wispy ginger hair.

Savannah entered the dining room to find Sheila placing plates of food on the table, humming a tune to herself. Savvy took a seat and exchanged a kiss with Sheila, who took a seat next to her. The women looked at each other fondly.

“Savannah, I don’t want to be the other woman to you anymore,” Sheila began, placing a hand on one of Savvy’s. “I’d like to be more than your friend.”

“Oh, Sheila, that’s so sweet,” Savvy said, moved by her sincerity. “I just… I don’t really know if I can handle another sexual partner. Even Xavier is sometimes too much for me. That’s why he has you.”

“I don’t mean in that way,” Shay said, though she understood why Savannah had come to that conclusion. “I mean in a romantic way. I want to care for you. You’re so intelligent and calm, and you’re gentle with the baby. You’re a good-natured woman, and I can’t help but feel smitten with you. I feel love for you, truly and sincerely.”

Savannah opened her mouth to say something, but felt breathless. Her face reddened, and she cried, unable to process her emotions. She had thought for the last three years that she was separate from Sheila, that Shay was only something her husband needed for a moment of relief, but she had witnessed the slow descent into a new love that Sheila caused within Xavier. She knew Sheila was becoming more than just a mistress, but it was unexpected to Savannah that she wanted her companionship and love outside of the affair. Savannah had admired women before, but she had never had one tell her so explicitly that she stirred romantic feelings up inside of them.

“What’s wrong, dearest?” Sheila asked, wiping the tears from her face with gentle hands. “Why does that make you cry?” Savvy sniffled and looked at Sheila, whose eyes were big enough to swallow Savvy whole. Her lip quivered. She felt vulnerable, but she felt like Sheila was someone she could be vulnerable with.

“It took me a long time to even believe a man would find me worth loving,” Savannah admitted with a shaky voice. “Never in my life would I have expected a woman to feel the same.”

“You may not have noticed, but I’m very different from most women,” Sheila teased. Savannah laughed, the last of her tears leaving her eyes, and Xavier entered the room with Gideon. He noticed Savannah’s tear-streaked face and looked at her with concern.

“Don’t worry,” Savvy assured him. “Just some good news, that’s all.” Xavier sat down by Savannah and sat his son in his high chair. He was still wary of Savannah’s condition, so he continued to stare at her. She made a funny face at him and he scoffed, smiling and starting on his food. Savannah looked at Sheila, who was taking Xavier’s cue to eat as well, and she thought she should tell him the truth. Sheila caught her eyes and gave her an approving nod. Savannah turned her attention back to her husband. “Um, sweetheart?”

“Yes, my love?” Xavier responded. He could sense the women had a secret and waited patiently for her to tell him.

“Well, Shay and I just spoke, and, um,” she looked toward Sheila, not sure how to tell her husband about reciprocating Sheila’s love. Sheila swallowed and placed her fork down, not minding speaking for her.

“I have romantic feelings for Savannah,” Sheila admitted. Savannah nearly fainted because of how boldly she said so. Xavier seemed like it didn’t surprise him. “I no longer want to be your mistress, but a functioning part of your relationship. Please let me be a sweetheart to both of you. I know I have the capacity within myself to do it.”

“That’s fine with me,” Xavier said. Sheila clapped and squealed with glee. She picked her fork back up and ate. She ate the easiest when she was happy. Savannah had a bite too because the way Shay was enjoying her food made it look delicious.

“Thank you, Xavier,” Savannah said to her husband, the food filling her with confidence. “I must admit, though, I was expecting more of a reaction.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” he said. She nodded. “I’ve never cared about whether my partner is male or female. I’ve had affairs with both. I assumed you were the same, so I never brought it up.” Sheila had no reaction because she knew this already. Savannah exclaimed in surprise. She had never suspected Xavier found his way with men, but she had also never asked. “I also knew Shay liked you already and suspected you liked her back. I was waiting for this to happen, honestly.”

“Wait, how did you know?” Savvy asked, not realizing she had given any clues. Xavier laughed like the question was silly.

“How couldn’t I? The first time you caught me with Sheila, you couldn’t stop talking to me the next day about how pretty she was.”

Sheila giggled, and Savannah turned red all over. She was embarrassed, but she calmed down when she realized she was in a safe environment. Everyone in the room had the capacity to love more than just the opposite sex, and with all three of them being sweethearts, there were no worries or secrets. Xavier had tried to be honest from the get-go, warning Savannah about his promiscuous impulses before they married, but there were always worries, especially before Shay.

Sheila had made Savvy feel more secure. When Xavier had first told Savvy that he had found a mistress, she could breathe knowing he only had two partners and the occasional third rather than a random partner aside from her almost every day. Seeing him with any other woman in her house would have caused her to break down into tears, but she had given permission for Xavier to bring Sheila and Sheila only into the house. She truly hadn’t expected her to be as beautiful and loving as she was. Even when she had seen them in the act for the first time, Sheila had waved at her and told Xavier to stop for a moment just so she could tell Savannah how dashing she was. From the first meeting, Sheila had tried to offer a hand in romance, and she had fallen for her. She just couldn’t admit to herself she loved her. When Sheila had Xavier’s child, Savvy pushed those feelings aside, suddenly feeling like the odd woman out, even when Sheila tried to include her still. Slowly, over years, Savvy opened up again. Everyone’s love was out in the open, as it should have been.

When breakfast was done, Sheila finally accompanied Xavier to the bedroom with Savannah. No one had to feel like the odd one out now. Their love was all-inclusive, and finally, everyone actually felt that way.