My Roommate’s Surprise and My Morning After

Cynthia was gone, leaving me alone in the bed, and I was surprised to see that the clock read 11:23. The bright sunlight streaming through the windows made me realize that it was a beautiful day in Florida.

“Cynthia?” I called out, but she didn’t respond, so I got out of bed, still feeling a bit groggy. I grabbed my suitcase from the living room and headed to the bathroom to get some water and clean myself up.

As I stood in front of the mirror, I couldn’t help but notice my wild hair. Between riding the motorcycle and getting a little frisky in the living room and bedroom, it definitely needed some attention.

I took a peek into the living room and saw that the coast was clear, so I made my way back to the bedroom, where I was startled to find Rosario, the young Hispanic woman I met the night before, lying on the bed, also naked.

“So sorry to startle you, Ms. Carmichael,” she said, looking at me with a hint of embarrassment.

“No problem, Mrs. Garcia,” I said, trying to play it cool. “I just wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

“I was just resting for a bit,” she said, smiling at me, her eyes lingering on my body.

“Do you know where Ms. Liebert is?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

“She’s sunbathing on the roof deck,” Rosario replied, her eyes never leaving mine.

I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she was, with her dark brown hair pulled back into a bun and her light brown skin glowing in the sunlight.

“I’ll go check on her,” I said, trying to tear my eyes away from Rosario’s body, which was showcased in a knee-length, short-sleeved uniform dress that was almost sky blue in front and top-colored on the back and shoulders.

Rosario smiled at me, and I could tell she was enjoying the attention. I made my way to the bathroom to grab some towels and headed for the shower, feeling a bit more confident after our encounter.

As I stood in the shower, washing and shaving every nook and cranny, I couldn’t help but think about the last time I sunbathed with Cynthia. Her body was etched in my mind, and I couldn’t wait to see her again.

I got dressed in a yellow string bikini and headed out to find Rosario, who was still in the living room, looking lovely in her uniform. I yelled for her, and she appeared in the bathroom door, a smile on her face.

“Was Ms. Liebert wearing a bathing suit to sunbathe up there?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

“No, mam,” Rosario replied, her eyes never leaving mine.

“Okay then,” I said, untying my top and removing it, feeling a bit more confident after our previous encounter.

Rosario stood in the doorway, her eyes fixed on me, and I could tell she was enjoying the view. I decided to enjoy it a little longer and remove my bottoms, bending low and going slow.

As I made my way to the roof-top sun deck, I couldn’t help but think about Cynthia’s beautiful body and the diamond-shaped treasure between her legs. I had fantasized about tracing the perimeter of the diamond with my tongue before lapping at her hot sweet pussy so many times.

When I arrived on the roof deck, I found Cynthia asleep, her ass up on a large pad with a pillow across the top. I pulled some towels from the rack and laid behind her, taking in the sight of her beautiful body.

Her feet were shoulder-width apart, exposing the diamond-shaped treasure between her legs. The top point of the diamond was the tip of her dark pink little anus, and her sphincter was like a dark star on her gold-brown skin.

I couldn’t help but feel drawn to her body, and I found myself leaning in to kiss the freckles on her right cheek. She rustled slightly but didn’t wake, so I continued to kiss her, making my way around her ass and thighs.

“Good morning, Ms. Carmichael,” Rosario said, her voice barely above a whisper, as she appeared at the doorway.

“Good afternoon, Ms. Cynthia,” I said, smiling at her, my eyes never leaving her body.

“You made me an ass girl the first time I saw you in those jeans,” I said, kissing my way around the seam of her ass and thighs.

“This is the best wake-up ever, Leasie Honey,” she said, her voice filled with contentment.

I could feel Rosario’s eyes on me, and I knew she was enjoying the show. I shifted my position, straddling Cynthia’s right leg with my knees, and leaned in to kiss her, my tongue tracing the perimeter of the diamond-shaped treasure between her legs.

As I licked her, Cynthia moaned and pushed her ass higher, giving me better access. I could smell her growing wetness, and I knew she was enjoying this as much as I was.

“Do you like this, Ms. Cynthia?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh, yes,” she said, her voice filled with pleasure.

I could feel Rosario’s eyes on me, and I knew she was desperate to join in. I leaned in and kissed her, my tongue swirling on her skin, and she let out a sigh of pleasure.

“Ga, ah Leasie,” she said, her voice filled with desire, as she spread her legs wide, giving me full access.

I looked at Rosario, and I knew she was jealous, but I couldn’t help but feel drawn to Cynthia’s body. I leaned in and kissed her, my tongue tracing the perimeter of the diamond-shaped treasure between her legs.

As I licked her, Cynthia moaned and pushed her ass higher, giving me better access. I could feel Rosario’s eyes on me, and I knew she was enjoying the show.

“I would very much like to explore you further with my lips and tongue, if you would please let me, Ms. Cynthia,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Please do,” she said, her voice filled with desire.

I leaned in and kissed her, my tongue tracing the perimeter of the diamond-shaped treasure between her legs. As I licked her, Cynthia moaned and pushed her ass higher, giving me better access.

I could feel Rosario’s eyes on me, and I knew she was enjoying the show. I leaned in and kissed her, my tongue swirling on her skin, and she let out a sigh of pleasure.

“Ga, ah Leasie,” she said, her voice filled with desire, as she spread her legs wide, giving me full access.

As I lay on the rooftop, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction after our intense encounter with Cynthia. The warm sun beat down on my naked body, and I felt my skin soak up its rays. I rolled onto my back, letting the breeze rustle my hair, and gazed up at the sky.

“Oh, Ms. Carmichael, you have left me completely satisfied but absolutely famished,” Cynthia said, smiling as she descended through the hatch door. “I’ll get Rosario working on lunch, while I take a shower.”

I watched as Cynthia disappeared into her room, feeling a twinge of surprise that she was so carefree after our intense encounter. I decided to take a moment to myself, letting the warmth of the sun seep into my bones.

But as the minutes ticked by, I began to feel a pang of thirst. Dehydration was setting in, and I knew I needed to find some water. I stood up, stretching my arms over my head, and made my way to the kitchen.

As I entered the kitchen, I was surprised to see that Rosario was nowhere to be found. I had expected to see her busy in the kitchen, preparing lunch, but instead, the room was empty.

“Rosario?” I called out, my voice echoing through the house. But there was no response.

I filled a water bottle and decided to do a quick tour of the house. I had only seen the kitchen and Cynthia’s room, and I was curious to see the rest of the house. I crept down the hall, my bare feet making soft slapping sounds on the floor.

I came to a room that was slightly ajar, and I pushed it open, peering inside. The room was decorated with a beach theme, complete with palm trees on the comforter. It was my room, and it looked cozy and inviting.

I continued my tour, coming to another room that was closed. The sound of subtle moaning caught my attention, and I felt a spark of curiosity. I put my ear to the door, listening intently.

“Mmm… yeah… oh god,” a soft voice moaned. I recognized the voice as Rosario’s, and my curiosity grew. I couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing.

I hesitated for a moment, feeling a pang of guilt. But my curiosity got the better of me, and I slowly cracked open the door to peek inside.

Rosario was lying on the guest bed, her legs spread wide. Her dress was unbuttoned at the bottom, and her lower belly was exposed, surrounded by a dark bush. I gazed at her, taking in the sight of her pussy, which was unlike anything I had ever seen before.

“Rosario?” I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. But she didn’t respond. She was lost in her own world, her eyes closed, and her face contorted in pleasure.

I felt a rush of desire, my wetness growing as I gazed at Rosario. I was torn between curiosity and restraint, unsure of what to do next.

But as I stood there, frozen in indecision, Rosario’s eyes flickered open, and she caught sight of me. She gasped, her face flushing with embarrassment, and I felt a pang of guilt.

“I… I’m sorry,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”

Rosario’s eyes narrowed, her expression unreadable, and I felt a spark of uncertainty. What was she thinking? And what did she want me to do next?

Cut off from the world outside, I allowed myself to indulge in the pleasure of self-discovery. My fingers danced across my clit, coaxing a moan from my lips as I surrendered to the vibrations of the dildo. My eyelids fluttered closed, and I was lost in the sensation.

As I stood in front of the mirror, my mind wandered to Rosario. I imagined myself kneeling between her legs, burying my face in her dark bush and running my tongue along the length of that long, pink slit.

I had to push the thought away, reminding myself of the risks that came with it. Cynthia and Rosario were both in the mix, and I couldn’t afford to get caught.

My gaze fell upon the white cotton panties on the floor, and a twisted thought slipped into my mind. I wanted those panties.

Without hesitation, I slipped into the room, dropped to the floor, and crawled to the panties. I picked them up, feeling her dampness, and my pussy heated up. My mind was racing with excitement as I brought them to my nose and breathed in her musky scent.

My body tingled, and I bit my lip, pushing back the urge to jump on the bed and taste that beautiful pussy. I backed up slowly, keeping as low as I could, and worked my way back to the door.

I slinked back out the door and continued to peek through the crack. I watched as Rosario’s hips moved faster, maintaining a smooth, fluid motion that made my clit tingle. I marveled at her control as she clearly was reaching climax but not raising her volume level.

Her mouth opened wide, and she raised her ass as her hips began to spasm. I never saw the vibrator enter her, it just stimulated her clit directly.

My body screamed for relief, but I had no confidence I could do it quietly enough. I watched as she jerked and spasmed, making herself cum long and hard, while only releasing whimpering moans that couldn’t be heard beyond the door.

I quietly retreated to my bedroom in need of relief. I realized my bag was in Cynthia’s room, so I quickly went to get it.

“Ms. Cynthia, I think I’ll shower before lunch if that’s okay? I’ll just use the shower in my room to stay out of your way. I find myself a little sticky also,” I announced, trying to sound casual.

As I exited, I hoped Rosario wouldn’t come out, but she was already in the hall, looking remarkably together, but with a distressed look.

“Good Day, Ms. Carmichael. Lunch should be ready in a few moments,” she said, her eyes locked on the panties protruding from my hand rolling the suitcase.

“Are those yours, Ms. Carmichael?” she asked, pointing at the panties.

“Y, yes, why do you ask?” I replied, trying to play it cool.

“I was wondering, I found your panties in the laundry room,” I lied, trying to cover my tracks.

Her eyes stopped me in my tracks, and the way the light reflected off her brown eye held my gaze. She stared at me with sexy, hungry eyes, or at least that’s what my mind saw.

My pussy tingled as I pictured unbuttoning her dress and seeing her panty-less. I was helpless to look away, standing there naked, with her moist undies in my hand, like a child with their hand in the cookie jar.

“Well, I need to freshen up for lunch. Thank you so much for the pa… Uh, lunch,” I grinned, breaking the gaze.

“Thank you, Ms. Carmichael. Now, what do you say for taking something without permission?” she said, taking a step back.

“I’m sorry for stealing your panties, Rosario. I won’t ever do that again,” I said, looking at the floor.

“I forgive you, Ms. Carmichael, and since you apologized, I won’t tell Ms. Liebert about your… bad behavior. Now, I need to get lunch ready, and you need to clean yourself up,” she said, looking down at me.

As she left the bedroom, the absurdity of my situation became apparent. The lustful obsession that Cynthia unveiled within me would surely be my downfall if I didn’t get some sort of control.

I showered quickly and slipped on a silk robe that was on the shelf in the bathroom while drying my hair and putting on some makeup.

Cynthia was seated at the table wearing a black, form-fitting sleeveless blouse with a zippered front and fold-over collar. Rosario was bringing out two salads with seared tuna on top.

“Perfect timing, Ms. Carmichael. Lunch is served,” Cynthia said, smiling contentedly.

As we ate, Cynthia smiled longingly at me, getting my juices flowing once again. When the meal was complete, Cynthia spoke up.

“Was the meal satisfactory, Ms. Carmichael?”

“Yes, Ms. Cynthia, it was excellent. Thank you, Rosario, well done,” I said, giving her a knowing smile.

“Would you like some dessert, my pet?” Cynthia asked, her eyes locked on mine.

“I would like that very much,” I replied, looking at her hungrily.

“However, your attire is completely inappropriate,” Cynthia said sternly. “Were my instructions not clear?”

I hadn’t even thought about her rule. I was to be completely naked and “accessible” at all times. I forgot after my encounter with Rosario and tried to come up with a response.

“Come here, Ms. Carmichael, please,” Cynthia said, tapping her knees with her palms.

I walked over and stood in front of her, my heart racing with anticipation. She had on a red ruffled skirt that finished just above the knee. Rosario cleaned off the table as if nothing was happening.

“Remove that robe, please, and let me see you,” Cynthia said calmly.

I did as commanded, and she looked me up and down with a pleasant grin. “That’s much better, Ms. Carmichael. You are remarkably beautiful and should be proud of that body.”

“Sit and face me, please,” Cynthia said, tapping her knees again.

I hesitated briefly, unsure what she was asking, but then I smiled, straddled her thighs, and sat on her lap with my legs spread wide.

“That’s perfect, my pet,” Cynthia said, smiling. When our eyes met, her smile set me at ease, so I leaned in and kissed her deeply.

As our lips touched, I felt a rush of excitement, and my body melted into hers. I knew I was in for a wild ride, and I was ready to surrender to my desires.

As I knelt before her, my fingers danced across the soft skin of her ass, sending shivers down her spine. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she let out a delicate moan, her breathing heavy with anticipation.

Cynthia’s voice cut through the tension, “Ladies, I think it’s safe to say we’ve reached a point of no return.”

Rosario’s eyes snapped open, and she smiled at me, her gaze burning with desire. “Yes, Ms. Carmichael, please. I’m ready.”

I stood up, my hands still grasping her ass, and walked backward toward the bedroom, my eyes locked on hers. “I’ll be right behind you, slut,” I whispered, my voice husky with desire.

Rosario’s face flushed, but she didn’t look away, her eyes fixed on mine as she backed into the bedroom. Cynthia followed close behind, a sly smile spreading across her face.

“Now, let’s get comfortable, shall we?” Cynthia said, her voice dripping with seduction.

Rosario nodded, still looking at me, and collapsed onto the bed, her eyes never leaving mine. I crawled after her, my hands still on her ass, and pulled back to lie beside her.

Cynthia sat down on the bed beside us, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Now, let’s get started, shall we?” she said, her voice low and husky.

Rosario’s eyes met mine, and I could see the desire burning within them. “Yes, please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Cynthia’s hand reached out and stroked Rosario’s hair, her touch gentle and soothing. “Don’t worry, sweetie. We’ll take it slow. But I have to warn you, Ms. Carmichael here is quite… enthusiastic.”

Rosario’s eyes flicked to me, and I could see the fear and uncertainty there. But Cynthia’s hand on her hair seemed to calm her, and she nodded, her eyes returning to mine.

“Okay,” she said, her voice steady. “I’m ready.”

Crawling like a cat, I stalked my prey, my eyes fixed on Rosario as she backed her thighs against the foot of the bed. She sat down, crab walking up onto the bed as I closed in, my gaze locked on hers.

Cynthia stood in front of her desk chair, a sly smile spreading across her face as she held up the silver bullet. “Ms. Carmichael, could you please come remove my panties for me? I feel a bit…soiled,” she said, her voice dripping with suggestion.

I crawled to her, my eyes never leaving Cynthia’s face. “May I, please, Ms. Cynthia?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Thank you for your manners, Ms. Carmichael. You may,” Cynthia replied, her eyes never leaving mine.

I slid my fingers up her smooth legs, the dress hiked up around her thighs as I gripped her hips and slowly pulled down her panties. Cynthia’s eyes sparkled with amusement as I spoke up.

“This would be much better if I removed your skirt first,” I said, a mischievous glint in my eye.

“You are an insatiable little slut, aren’t you?” Cynthia teased, holding up the silver bullet. “Tempting as that sounds, this is Rosario’s moment. I have our little friend to help me enjoy the show.”

I took the silver bullet from Cynthia, sucking and licking it as I pulled off her panties. She took it back, her eyes never leaving me as I breathed in the scent of her arousal.

“May I keep them, please?” I asked, my voice husky with desire.

“You’re such a naughty girl, Ms. Carmichael. Unfortunately, I need them,” Cynthia replied, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I’m planning a little shopping this afternoon, and can’t go commando.” I blushed, recalling our previous encounter.

I handed her the panties, and Cynthia sat down in the chair, a sly smile spreading across her face. “Thank you, Ms. Carmichael. I think Ms. Rosario is ready for you.”

I turned to Rosario, my eyes fixed on her stunning pose. She lay on her back, her right hand behind her head, her left hand on the pillow above. Her head was tilted, her eyes locked on mine, and I could feel my pulse racing with excitement.

“I believe you have entranced her, Ms. Rosario,” Cynthia said, her voice dripping with amusement.

I froze, my mouth open in shock, as I gazed at Rosario’s beautiful body. Her golden-brown skin glowed in the soft light, and I could feel my desire spiking as I took in her curves.

I crawled onto the bed, my eyes locked on Rosario’s face. Her eyes followed me, and I could feel her nervousness as I positioned myself between her legs.

“I think you know where that mouth needs to be,” Rosario said, her voice barely above a whisper, as she gently pushed my head downward.

I slowly positioned myself, my left hand on her right thigh, my right hand on her inner thigh. I looked into her eyes, and she nodded, her body tense with anticipation.

I extended my tongue, and Rosario’s body jerked as I made contact. Her scent was musky sweet, and I could feel my mouth watering with desire.

“Slow, slower, please,” Rosario begged, her hands gripping my hair as I taunted her, my nose tickling her hair.

I repeated the motion, tracing my tongue along the hairless seam on the other side. Rosario’s body tensed, and she breathed in with rapid little gasps.

“I should warn you, Rosario!” Cynthia exclaimed, her voice rising in pitch. “She’s a master tease!”

I repeated the motion, my tongue tracing the ring around Rosario’s tender pussy lips. She moaned, her body twisting, and I could feel her desire spiking.

“Oh God, you smell so good, Ms. Rosario,” I panted, circling her again.

Cynthia grunted, fucking herself with the silver bullet, and I felt my desire spiking as I watched her.

I brought my knees under me, sticking my pussy in the air, hoping Cynthia would take the hint and make me cum. My ass rocked side to side, and I stretched as high as it could go.

Rosario’s whine sounded more desperate with each pass, and she pressed harder against my hands. Finally, I ran my tongue up the length of her slit, slowly separating her soft, steaming labia.

Rosario sang out, her body stiffening as the tangy sweet flavor flooded my taste buds. “Hoah, oah, oooaaahhhh!”

“Mmmhhhh,” I moaned, nodding my head, lapping the length of her slit.

Cynthia was working the silver bullet faster, her voice rising in pitch. “I told you the payoff was worth… it, aaaahhhhhh!”

Hearing them both in throws of ecstasy, heightened my frenzy, and I waggled my tongue and head at a fevered pace. Rosario begged, her hands gripping my hair to pull me off.

The feel of her soft, wet bush on my nose and chin only excited me more. She was so warm and sticky sweet, and I lapped at her wildly, shoving my face into her hot wetness.

Rosario flooded my face with warm, creamy nectar as her orgasm built. Then her thighs squeezed in, clamping my head as her pelvis began to jerk and spasm.

“Hoa, oa, hoa, oa! Aaahhh! Hoa!” Rosario almost cried, her hair tickling my cheeks as I kept my tongue in constant motion.

Cynthia grunted, “I’m cumming again y, you little AH! Ah!”

Rosario jerked and spasmed, keeping her death grip on my head. Her whaling moans seemed to vibrate right through my clit as I slid my hands under her ass and gripped it tight.

“Hoa, Hoa! Hoa!” Rosario squealed, over and over, in time with her pelvic thrusts.

My pussy was engorged, begging for relief, but I felt like a puppet master, feeling her body jerk and tighten with every thrust of my tongue. She rolled her hips to the side, taking me with her, trapped in her vice-like thighs.

As her orgasm peaked, she released her thigh grip and pushed my head to get me off, but I wanted more. My grip on her ass tightened, and my tongue sped up. Her back arched, and she whimpered again, frozen in that position like she was being tased.

“Relentless, Ms. Carmichael,” Cynthia said, her voice dripping with amusement.

Rosario whaled in a cracking high tone as I maxed out her orgasm. Finally, she pushed me off with both hands, and I relented.

She lay flat on the bed, legs spread, panting heavily. “I told you the payoff was earth-shaking, Rosario,” Cynthia said, smiling at her.

Cynthia leaned down and gave me a kiss, then gripped my chin and licked Rosario’s juices off my cheek. “Yummy,” she grinned, glancing at Rosario. “Only one rule, Rosario… Ms. Carmichael is not allowed to cum under any circumstances, before I return. I have special plans for her later.”

Rosario nodded, and Cynthia smiled. “You must keep an eye on her, Rosario, she’s insatiable, and you mustn’t let her out of your sight.”

Cynthia left, and I turned to Rosario, my eyes fixed on her exposed pussy. I began to slowly lick her clean, my tongue tracing the curves of her body.

Rosario pushed my head away, her eyes troubled. “What’s wrong, Ms. Rosario?” I asked, looking into her eyes.

“You know where your tongue needs to be, Ms. Carmichael,” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.

Cynthia’s words were still echoing in my mind as I rolled to Rosario’s left and crawled up beside her on the bed. I lay on my side, propped on my elbow and hand, listening to her gentle breathing.

“But there are lots of places it wants to be…”

“Ms. Carmichael, I am not gay…”

“Ah, I see. Why is it we try to put labels on everything. Let me show you something, Rosario. Close your eyes for a moment, please.”

She looked at me skeptically, but nodded eventually. “I will do anything you want, Rosario, trust me. But I ask your permission to let me show you something. Give me one minute, just 60 seconds, and if your perspective hasn’t changed, I will do exactly as you command.”

I smiled warmly at her, and she gazed at me for a few seconds before gently closing her eyes.

I traced my finger around the sexy little birthmark on her side. “Does it matter if it’s a man or woman who touches your birthmark, thinking how much they would like to gently kiss it?”

As I spoke, my fingers danced down her side, over her ribs, and down to her hips. “Wanting to follow the path, planting kisses on your silky skin…”

I caressed the little valley on her abdomen, formed by her hip bone, across the top of her bush, and up the other side. Her breathing became more pronounced, but she remained silent, lost in the sensation.

My eyes focused on her face as my fingers circled her belly button. Her stomach quivered gently, and her lips parted, begging for a kiss. “Fantasizing about swirling their tongue around that sexy little belly button…”

As I breathed deeper, I moved closer to her neck, letting my breath wash over her as my fingers circled her right breast, spiraling up to her nipple.

“Does it matter the sex of the breath you feel on your neck as they dream about kissing your shapely pink lips and imagining making love to you… Kissing that stiffening pink nipple.”

My finger gently tickled her areola and nipple, causing a gasp as she shifted her upper body. “Wondering how you would react to a gently kiss to one.” I teased her right nipple ever so softly.

“Or a teasing nibble on the other.” I moved to the left nipple and gave a teasing little pinch.

She exhaled and her mouth opened a bit wider. “If they want to explore you and find your favorite places to be touched and do whatever it takes to please you, does it really matter their sex? Or does it only matter that they want to do whatever it takes to pleasure you?”

Unable to restrain myself any longer, my hand slid down her belly, through her thick bush, and as my middle finger parted her lips, she gasped and arched her back, raising her pussy to me.

“Look at me, please, Ms. Rosario.”

Her eyes opened, and I curled my finger into her wet pussy. “Does it really matter…”

She raised her head and thrust her tongue into my mouth as far as she could. I was shocked by the intensity of her kiss, the way her tongue probed mine like a serpent.

She pulled back to take a breath and dove back at me, swirling her tongue along my bottom lip before slipping back into my mouth. She was getting a taste of her own juices, and I could feel the heat rising in me.

I picked up the pace with my finger, inserting a second, and she broke the kiss, throwing her head back in a howl of pleasure.

“Rosario, sweetie, you really do need some attention, you poor beautiful thing.”

“Ho!” She squeaked. “Ha! Ah, aahh, aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!”

“Oh, you need this bad, baby. I love being inside you, Rosario. You are so wet, Sweetie. You need this, don’t you?”

“Hoah Yeeeessssss!” She wailed, her ass lifting off the bed as she raised her pelvis for maximum penetration.

“Oh, ah! Oh, ah! Oh, ah! Oh, ah! Oh, Ms. Car, Mich, ael!”

My fingers moved slowly in and out as she captured her breath, and eventually, her orgasm passed, and she collapsed back onto the bed.

We lay there for a moment, looking at each other, and then I whispered, “May I please kiss that cute little birthmark?”

She nodded, and I leaned in, kissing her softly.

Her eyes captivated me, and I knew I was in trouble. “Damn, your lips are… Can I please kiss you?”

She smiled, and our lips melted together as I rolled and crawled on top of her, resting on my forearms with my legs stretched out straight between hers.

Her breasts felt heavenly against mine, and our tongues danced as her hands touched my sides and slid over my back and shoulders.

Her touch was electrifying, sending a wave of excitement through me. Those warm, soft hands gently caressed my shoulders and pulled my upper body against hers.

Our tongues continued to dance as her hands followed the curve of my back until they gripped my ass, forcing my pelvis against hers.

Her skin was like silk against mine, and I wanted to kiss her everywhere. I moved to her neck, and she sighed, moving her head aside for access.

I slowly planted kisses on both sides of her neck and shoulders, then down to her chest. The delicate skin of her breasts seemed even softer.

I traced my tongue around her left breast, circling closer to her pink little nipple. Pressing firmly, I licked her areola and nipple, causing a quick deep breath.

But then, suddenly, she spun me over and rolled on top of me. Her brown eyes were intense and hungry as she looked down at me.

She leaned in, and I closed my eyes, awaiting her kiss, but then she stopped, looking scared and confused.

“I Can’t.”

Before I knew what was happening, she jumped up and ran to the guest bedroom, grabbing her clothes and leaving me behind.

She locked the door, and I followed, knocking and calling to her, but she didn’t respond. “Rosario, what’s the matter, Sweetie? If I did something wrong, I’m sorry…”

But she didn’t answer, and eventually, she was gone, leaving me a note on the dining room table.

Dear Ms. Liebert,

I am sorry for my behavior today. I am not sure what got into me. I am happily married, and my actions are inexcusable. Please don’t tell Oscar until I can try to make it right. He could never forgive me for this. I will ask for a new assignment and a replacement will be sent tomorrow. I hope this will not reflect on him. We both are thankful for all you have done for us.

Yours truly,

Rosie

I looked around the house, even on the roof, but she was gone. I got dressed quickly and looked outside the house and on the beach, but she was nowhere to be seen.

I called Cynthia, and my voice was shaking as I said, “Rosario’s gone. She ran out, got dressed, and left.”

“Oh no, Ms. Carmichael. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it. I have a phone number for her husband, Oscar. I’ll try to reach him and see what’s going on.”

“Please, Cynthia, you have to find her. I’m so worried about her.”

Cynthia reassured me, and I read her the note, asking if she had any idea what was going on. “Leasie, Honey, don’t beat yourself up. I can tell you from what I’ve seen and heard from Rosario herself, it is not a happy marriage. Let me try to reach her and I’ll be home as soon as I can. Go to the beach and enjoy the day. I’ll find her and take care of it.”

I did my best to relax on the beach, but the next few hours dragged on slowly, my mind plagued by guilt. Once again, I let myself get out of control.

As the sun began to set, I texted Cynthia, “Did you find her?”

Cynthia replied, “Yes,” and I was relieved, but still worried. “How is she?” I asked, but Cynthia just sent a simple “OK” and didn’t respond to any of my subsequent texts.

Eventually, Cynthia texted me again, “It’s complicated. I’m helping her pack. We’ll be there soon. Get dressed, we’re going out to dinner.”

Rosario’s coming, I thought, and my heart skipped a beat. I showered and put on a salmon-colored sundress, braiding my hair and applying some makeup.

But as the hours passed, and Cynthia still didn’t show up, I began to worry. Had something happened to Rosario? Was she okay?

And then, just as I was starting to get really anxious, I heard the sound of laughter and voices outside. Cynthia and Rosario were back, and they were drunk.

“Oh, look, Rosie, she wakes,” Cynthia slurred, giggling, as Rosario spun my bra on one hand and swigged from a tequila bottle with the other.

“Good morning, Ms. Carmichael,” Rosario said cheerfully, swaying side to side, and I stared at her, shocked by her outfit. She was wearing olive skinny jeans, a pink thin tube top, and no bra.

Cynthia was wearing a red ruffle dress that showcased her famous red panties, and I couldn’t help but stare. We were both so drunk, and yet, somehow, we were still having fun.

“The first one wasn’t,” Cynthia slurred, and I looked at her, confused.

“The first one?” I repeated, but Cynthia just laughed and said, “Yeah, we better get you down the ladder now.”

I stumbled down the ladder, followed by Cynthia and Rosario, who were still giggling and holding onto each other.

As we reached the floor, I looked at Rosario, and for a moment, I forgot about everything else. She was so beautiful, so carefree, and yet, somehow, she was still a mystery to me.

“You ate without me?” I asked, slightly hurt, but Cynthia just laughed and said, “Leasie, you were sleeping like an angel, so we let you rest. We got Rosie moved in and unpacked, and we were starved… We saved you some!”

I smiled, feeling a little better, and we all sat down to eat the leftover pizza, laughing and joking like we used to.

It was like old times, but somehow, it felt different, like we were all in a different place, a place where nothing made sense, and yet, somehow, everything made perfect sense.

As we finished our meal, I looked at Rosario, and for a moment, I thought I saw something in her eyes, something that looked almost like desire.

But then, it was gone, and she just smiled at me, and I knew that I was in trouble, trouble that I couldn’t even begin to understand.

As Rosario’s sultry voice poured into the room, I couldn’t help but feel a thrill run through me. “He’s a cold-hearted snake, look into his eyes…” she sang, her words weaving a spell that drew me in.

“You’ve heard of the cliched story of the wife who comes home early from work?” Cynthia chimed in, her voice dripping with amusement.

“You’re kidding?” I asked, my mouth agape.

“Yep, with the 18-year-old neighbor girl and two of her friends. Drinking, smoking weed and fucking on her living room floor,” Cynthia continued, her words painting a vivid picture.

“Countheling, has really paid off!” Rosario slurred, her accent growing thicker with each passing moment.

“She got pics with her phone, grabbed his ball bat and chased them all out clothes in hand,” Cynthia said, a sly grin spreading across her face.

“Oh my God, Rosario, are you OK Sweetie?” I asked, concern etched on my face.

“Yes, Mith. Carmichael. He has done this many times and this was the last straw,” Rosario replied, her words dripping with venom.

“Don’t feel bad Rosie. Ms. Carmichael can turn any woman. Look at her in that dress,” Cynthia said, her gaze locked on me.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as both women turned to me, their eyes drinking in every inch of my body.

“She is very beautiful,” Rosario purred, her fingers tracing the lace of my bra.

Cynthia laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Taunting us with those nipples through that dress.”

I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement as my nipples tingled and stiffened in response.

“And look at her neck, so shmooth and soft begging to be kished…” Cynthia continued, her words sending a shiver down my spine.

My eyes darted between the two women, my body responding to their every word.

“So, what are you gonna do Rosario?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

She looked at me, her eyes blazing with determination. “Mith. Liebert had already given me the name of a lawyer. I will call him tomorrow and get the papers filed.”

“She’ll be living here a while and I will hire her directly as a full-time live-in housekeeper and double her salary,” Cynthia added, a smile spreading across her face.

Rosario’s eyes welled up with tears. “Thank you so much Ms. Liebert.”

“Call me Cynthia please Rosie,” Cynthia said, her voice gentle.

“Ok…” Rosario replied, a smile spreading across her face.

“And you won’t need those dull uniforms anymore, Rosie,” Cynthia said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“I’m so happy for you Rosario,” I said, my eyes locked on hers.

“I do quite like the outfit you’re wearing right now,” I added, my voice dripping with sincerity.

Rosario’s smile grew wider. “Please call me Rosie Ms. Carmichael.”

“And you can call me Alecia,” I replied, my eyes locked on hers.

Cynthia leaned in, her voice low and husky. “This is fine in public and when we have company.”

But this week, you are my… I should say “our” pet Ms. Carmichael. In that role Mith Carmichael will be your name. How should you refer to me?” Cynthia asked, her eyes locked on mine.

“Ms. Cynthia, mam,” I replied, a mischievous grin spreading across my face.

“And how should you address Rosie, Ms. Carmichael?” Cynthia asked, her eyes locked on mine.

“As Ms. Rosie?” I replied, my voice hesitant.

“No, mam. You will call her Mith. Rosario, understood?” Cynthia asked, her voice firm.

“Yes Ms. Cynthia,” Rosario replied, her eyes locked on mine.

“Does that work for you Rosie? She is too much of a treasure not to share,” Cynthia said, her voice dripping with amusement.

“Yeth it does Cynthia. Thank you so much for everything,” Rosario replied, her eyes locked on mine.

“You should thank Rosie for taking you as her pet too. Mith. Carmichael,” Cynthia said, her voice low and husky.

“Thank you, Ms. Rosario,” I replied, my mind racing with possibilities.

Cynthia reached out, her hand sliding up my inner thigh. “Come stand next to me Mith. Carmichael,” she said, her voice husky.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as her fingers touched my pussy, rubbing over my slit through my panties.

“You have soiled your panties again Ms. Carmichael. I will need to confiscate them,” Cynthia said, her voice dripping with amusement.

Rosario looked on, her eyes wide with excitement, as Cynthia’s fingers danced across my pussy.

“Now, would you please lay on my bed Ms. Carmichael? We will require some play time with our pet. You may leave your dress on for now. I think Rosie and I will enjoy unwrapping you,” Cynthia said, her voice husky.

I lay on the bed, my heart racing with anticipation, as Cynthia slid her hand under my sundress.

Rosario climbed onto the bed, her eyes locked on mine, as I reached out to take her hand.

“Ms. Rosario,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Rosario’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she took my hand, her fingers intertwining with mine.

She leaned in, her lips brushing against mine, as I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body.

Rosario’s tongue plunged into my mouth, her kiss sending a shiver down my spine.

Her hands roamed over my body, her fingers tracing the curves of my waist and shoulders.

“My pussy is so wet thinking about serving you both…” I whispered, my words lost in the kiss.

Rosario’s tongue danced across my lips, her kiss sending me into a frenzy of desire.

Cynthia stood beside us, her eyes locked on mine, as I felt a sense of calm wash over me.

Rosario’s kiss slowed, her head bobbing gently as she licked my lips.

She moved to my neck, her kisses gentle and soothing, as I felt my body relax into her touch.

Rosario’s head rested on my chest, her body limp and still, as I felt a sense of peace wash over me.

“Poor Mith. Carmichael, that was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen and suddenly a splash of cold water. Sadly, it seems we will need to wait until tomorrow for the exciting conclusion of “Rosie takes a pet”,” Cynthia said, her voice husky.

Cynthia helped me roll Rosario off, her eyes locked on mine, as we snuggled up on either side of her in bed.

I lay there, my mind racing with possibilities, as I listened to their gentle breathing, until I eventually dozed off, surrounded by the two women I had grown to desire…