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Callie: Please come to my place tonight, I need to see you
You: Sure, is Jonny around?
Callie: No he's on a case for a week, it's just me
You: Be round soon
You pull up outside Callie's house and swallow hard. Your fists tight around the steering wheel of the car. You convinced yourself that a similar thing was going to happen like in the past, the hurt, lies and heartbreak that comes with having an affair with a married woman, well two married women if Margo still counts.
You reread Callie's message multiple times. You were sure she wanted you to come over but she was terribly hard to read sometimes. You were over thinking this and your heart thudded in your chest.
Margo broke it off with Callie and you round about the same time. It broke both your hearts, her alluring nature and her temptation was too great. She had this charisma, beauty, wealth and influence which was a very scary power to have. She could and has done what she wants and basically gets away with it which includes using you, Callie and whoever else was on her fuck radar.
You got sick of Margo's control and lies, the night you stormed out of the lake house after a heated argument you called the one person you were sure would understand. That of course was Callie, the small fiery red head was so captivating in a way that you were too blinded by Margo to see at first. Sure you're still sleeping with another married woman but you're pretty sure Sheriff Jonny is gay with that colleague he's “close” to. It's still not the best justification for your actions but you were good at lying to yourself when making bad choices.
You also knew staying mixed up with a bunch of rich republican house wives who love to drink too much and shoot guns would be risky. You just never expected so much fuckery from the Queen B of the group. Margo wasn't just sleeping with you and Callie. The cute blue eyed blonde Sophie who you met once in passing was definitely on Margo's infamous fuck radar. She was cute you got it, you would've hit on her yourself if Margo hadn't swooped in like a vulture.
You walked up the steps of the large house and Callie opened the door before you could ring the bell. She gave you a soft smile but her eyes were dull and sad looking. Callie pulled you inside and fell into your arms for a long hug, you played with part of her long hair and stood in silence. You'd let her have however long she needed whatever has happened it obviously hurt her. You suspected Margo had involvement. No you knew Margo had involvement. Nobody affected Callie like Margo did unfortunately she knew this like a puppet master pulling the strings we're all part of Margo's fucked up show.
Callie reached up for a soft kiss, gentle and warm. Her lips were coated in her signature lipstick which left them silky smooth.
“What's wrong?” You asked, keeping your arms around her waist. Callie looped her arms around your neck and sighed.
“Fuckin’ Margo,”
“I kinda guessed that,”
Callie chucked and took your hand to the plush sofa. You both sat down and Callie pushed her hair out her face. “What's she done this time?” you pressed.
“I caught her fucking Brad yesterday afternoon, she blew my cell up but I still haven't replied. I can't,” Callie seethed, struggling to sit still.
“Well that's gross, does Jill know?” You were shocked but not surprised. It also made sense now why Brad would hang about sometimes. All of us were competing for Margo's precious attention. Ugh it made you feel sick and so stupid she played you well.
“Pfft, you're kidding Margo is still alive ain't she? I think Jillie would fuckin’ kill her if she found out,”
“Yeah she is kinda scary,”
“Haha, says you dressed like fuckin’ the devil's bitch,”
“I have my soft side,” You smiled.
“I suppose you do,” She smiled softly. “Want a beer?” Callie offered as she went to the kitchen.
“Aye please,”
You could see a weight had lifted off her shoulders just by being able to talk to you. Callie and you really started to get close after shit hit the fan with Margo. Sure Callie goes and plays her part with the wives, now you only go if Callie insists.
“Do you think she'll come over?” you asked.
“I don't know, Margo isn't exactly predictable but she will do anything to cover her own skin,” Callie answered, handing you a bottle.
You took a long swig and processed the information.
“You're right, I bet she will say anything to you to be sure you don't tell,”
“That's the part I'm dreading, I'm not sure I can say no to her,” Callie's eyes looked pleadingly if she needed you to understand. You do, you know it all too well, Margo's spell was unbreakable sometimes.
“You know I'm probably the only person who actually understands how you feel, I won't judge you for listening to her but she is just using you,”
“I know,” Callie's dark eyes were soft as she sighed.
The night started somber and difficult but progressed into a good laugh and fun. Callie was so different when Margo wasn't around, she shone with a shield of cocky arrogance but really she was soft, caring and gentle. Callie pushed your hair away from your neck and began kissing it, nipping slightly.
“Tease,” you breathed.
“You love it,” She smirked.
Callie was now on top of you and you wrapped your legs around her waist. Your head was on the arm of the couch and Callie smirked, kissing your neck again. She loved teasing you and getting you all worked up. The first time you slept together was actually on this couch. Callie teased until you begged then she ate you out like she'd never seen a meal before. You thought about it vividly ever since and even though you're both continuing the affair, the heat and intensity of that first time still made you pulse with desire.
“I got the staff to make up the other room, I had a feeling you'd come over tonight,” Callie purred.
“I love your southern hospitality,” you smiled, copying Callie's accent.
“You fuckin’ suck at that,” She chuckled.
“You'll just have to teach me,” You pulled her into a deep kiss. It was needy and messy but you could feel Callie smiling through it. Her red hair tickled your face and you pulled up her tank top feeling her hips and ribs. She had a beautiful body. You always wanted to tell her that repeatedly since her smile was so pretty. You felt like a fucking love sick teen preening at her every move.
“Come on, take me to this room that was made up for me,” you moaned your breath on Callie's ear. You heard her gasp then a huge grin appeared across her face. She got off you and pulled you to your feet. Taking your hand and pulling you through her large house.
The bedroom was spacious with its own ensuite, it smelt like lavender and fresh air. You grabbed Callie and kissed her hard pushing her onto the bed straddling her waist. The deep breathy kisses made you both gasp for air yet you didn't want to let her go. You pulled up her tank top kissing down her chest to her cleavage where her breath hitched.
“Fuck, i missed this,” Callie confesed.
“Me too,” You smiled, pressing more kisses to her needy skin. You undid her jeans and sliding your hand into her lacy panties feeling her folds, God she was fucking soaked. “Wow,” You grinned.
“Fuckin’ do somethin’ about Scotland,” Callie moaned. She took off her bra and you latched onto her hardening nipples. She groaned as you worked her at a rhythmic pace. Her clit swole under your touch and her breaths were getting more erratic. “Fuck me,” She begged her eyes all glassy with need.
“Take your trousers off and lie down beautiful,” you cooed. Callie did as you asked, she was perfect and you were going to show her how perfect she really was. You pushed her thighs apart taking in her scent, her pussy was puffy and aching. God it was perfect, she was so beautiful she drove you insane. Her personal grooming habits were immaculate as you'd expect. Freshly waxed and weeping for you.
“Please darlin'," Callie breathed, playing with her tits and squeezing her hard nipples.
You didn't want to make her wait any longer so you licked a wide stripe up her wetness. She tasted so strong and intense which reflected her personality. Callie quivered under your touch, she pulled her hands through your hair as you worked your mouth on her. You focused on her swollen clit earning a loud gasp and a tighter grip.
“God,” She moaned. You worked your mouth over her slippy folds and licked in to get a taste of her velvety walls. You didn't want to tease her but you also wanted this to last forever. Seeing Callie open mouthed, red hair splayed, gasping and calling your name all breathy while your mouth was on her pussy was the best possible image to store away in your brain for later. Her taste and scent was so addictive you'd stay down there for hours and she knew this. You sucked on her clit and she arched her back calling your name as her orgasm ripped through her beautiful body.
“Shit, you are fuckin’ good at that,” Callie grinned, breathlessly. She eyed you up and down as you slowly slid up her body. “Take your fuckin’ clothes off,”
“Yes ma'am,” You replied in your terrible faux southern accent. You pulled off all the constrictive clothing dropping the items beside the bed.
“You gotta be doin’ that on purpose,” Callie laughed.
“I like seeing your pretty smile darlin’” you joked, still with your shitty impression. Callie tutted and clicked her tongue, all was forgiven once she saw you bare. Her eyes took in every curve and tattoo on your skin. She placed her hands on your chest pushing you onto your back. Your mouth felt open at her strength, she was not a tall woman but shit she was strong.
“You have such beautiful tits,” Callie purred, reaching up to pinch your nipple bars and kiss up your neck.
“I want to mark every single inch of your skin, so every fucker knows you're mine,”
“I wanna be yours”
Callie's long fingers pulled apart your folds, swiping your wetness over your clit and an unavoidable moan escaped.
“Look at you all wet for me darlin’” Callie teased.
“Cal, please” you moaned under her warm body wriggling to get some friction. Callie loved when you were needy and aching for her. She drank in the power then you wondered who topped when she and Margo were together.
The thought disappeared once Callie pressed kisses up your body sucking on each nipple and biting hickeys on your pale skin. They were going to go purple but you didn't care you loved it.
“I'm yours Cal,” you purred though half lidded eyes.
“I want to see those pretty eyes girl, keep them open” Callie demanded, she also pinned your wrists above your head looking down at you through a veil of red hair. “Stay exactly where you are and you'll get what you need,”
“What if I move?” You grinned, testing Callie's patience. She clicked her tongue again and pulled you into her face, her lips inches away from yours.
“I leave you here, tied up, cunt so wet and needy the sheets will need changed but there's no way you can pleasure yourself. I would go out with the girls for hours thinking about how much I'll enjoy you; groveling and begging me to fuck you,”
You couldn't speak, you had no words, you just smiled and pressed a kiss on her swollen lips which she returned roughly. You moaned loudly again and Callie shook her head smugly.
“So you're gonna stay like a good girl?”
“Yes, Cal, promise”
“Good girl” She drawled. She turned away to one of the drawers getting her strap sorted. She pulled the harness around her hips. Her toned ass looked incredible from this angle.
“So,” Callie kneeled in front of you pulling your legs open, eyeing her price between your thighs. “When was the last time you were fucked?”
“Jesus Callie,”
“Pfft, answer the fuckin” question doll,” She dragged her nails around your inner thigh.
“Ehh, probably 2-3 months ago?” You racked your brain vaguely remembering the pretty blonde you picked up at a bar.
“Did she fuck you as good as I do?”
“No”
“Correct answer,” She crawled up your body cupping your face pulling you into a deep kiss. Her kisses were like Callie herself, rough, brash but very sweet.
She pressed herself into you gently and slowly so you could get used to the stretch. You gasped and Callie kissed your neck. “That's it darlin’, good girl, take me in,” She cooed.
“Callie” you dug your nails into her back and wrapped your legs around her. You gasped and groaned when Callie moved her hips in a rougher rhythm once you were used to her. Fuck she was good at this, you raked your hands over her ribs and back.
“Keep makin’ those sweet noises darlin, I missed when you'd purr like a kitten for me,” Callie bit into your neck leaving red marks and deep coloured hickeys.
The sounds your pussy made as Callie thrust into you got louder as you got wetter and wetter. You definitely leaked on her sheets (again) but that's what she wanted. Making you weep and come for her is what makes her come alive. “Come on babygirl come for me,” Callie breathed in your ear. You were so close, your whole body tense and shaking. You gripped on to the red head for dear life when your orgasm ripped through you. Your cries of Callie's name and various curses echoed around the room until you came down from your high.
“God I missed you,” You smiled.
“I missed you too,” Callie pressed a soft kiss on your lips sliding out you which caused you to involuntary jerk your leg which Callie grabbed and laughed. She took off the strap and pulled you into her front. You were so blissed out and happy you had no words just Callie's breathing and stroking various patterns across your skin.
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The morning sun split through the blinds onto the white sheets where you and Callie slept. You were curled into her back as she breathed gently in a sound sleep. She was so warm and her skin so soft you could help but trace your fingers softly down her spine.
“Can't get enough of me huh Scotland?” Callie teased turning around and pushing your foreheads together.
“No, you're gorgeous,”
Just as your lips were going to connect for a kiss. You both heard murmurs from down stairs. The house staff were around but they wouldn't dare interrupt. Was it Jonny? nah Callie hasn't leaped out the bed like a scalded cat. Both your eyes widened as you realised who it was.
Margo.
“Callie, girlie Miranda said you were up here, I just want to talk okay?” Margo called as she made her way up the winding staircase.
“You know if you tell her not to come in she's gonna,” You whispered. Callie shushed you and gnawed her bottom lip in anxious thought.
“Cal, who's that with you?” Curiosity is getting the better of Margo now. She approached the door and didn't knock of course she didn't, it's Margo fucking Banks. She didn't knock, she did what she wanted. The second her blue eyes took in the sight of you and Callie clearly in a post sex morning snuggle she let out the loudest cackle of laughter you'd ever heard her make.
“Margo,” Callie muttered, sighing.
“God I'm almost disappointed I didn't get an invite to this little party. I knew you were sweet on her but if you said we could've arranged somethin’ months ago Cal,” Margo purred. She didn't take that giant grin off her face flashing that smirk that always caught you.
Margo turned her attention to you.
“You wanna fuck your way round the wives huh?” Margo asked. You really didn't know how to answer this and this situation was so fucked you didn't even know how to begin dealing with it.
“You finished with me and you finished with her Margo, it don't matter now,” Callie answered.
“I mean it could, maybe Jonny should know about this little party?”
“Aw come on Margo even you can't be that fucking shitty,” you retorted.
“Oh darlin’ just because we used to fuck doesn't mean you know me,”
“No Margo you're just pissed about not having control,” Callie seethed.
“Well yeah, probably i am a little fucked up,” She chuckled.
“Does Jed know about Brad?” You blurted out. Callie sighed and Margo for once was speechless. The quick witted brunette had an answer for everything but not this time.
“No,” She sighed. “He can't ever know,”
“You keep quiet and so will we,” Callie said sternly. She gripped your wrist under the sheets for support.
Margo grinned, playing off everything as fine when you all knew it really wasn't.
“I'll leave you two to your lil post fuck snuggle how about invitin’ me next time?” Margo winked. She disappeared out the door and you heard Mirinda talking to her then the door closed firmly.
“We're fucked,” Callie sighed. She pressed her face into your neck and her hair fell across your torso. You wrapped your arms around her and kissed her head gently.
“We'll think of something, we have to,”