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The boys are away for the weekend. Siegfried is out on a call. The afternoon has faded to evening and it is cold and dark outside, and the house is cosy with heat from the aga and the fire burning brightly in the living room. Evelyn locks the back door and closes the kitchen curtains with a smile. She has a plan.
“Audrey,” she calls.
Audrey appears a moment later, bright-eyed, smiling the smile that even after so many months together still lightens Evelyn’s heart. She’s wearing her favourite flowery pinny, her warm burgundy cardigan and she’s clutching a duster. The dusting can wait.
“Do you never stop working?” Evelyn wonders, pulling the duster from Audrey’s hand and throwing it onto the side. Audrey hasn’t been their housekeeper officially for months now. Not since they gave her their ring. But she’s house-proud, far tidier than Evelyn – never mind Siegfried – and she won’t let her standards slip.
Audrey smiles at her. “I will if you can think of something better to do.” She’s read the glint in Evelyn’s eye well enough.
“Oh, I have,” Evelyn assures her. She finds the ties of Audrey’s pinny and pulls them slowly loose. “One day,” she says, “I’d like you in this and nothing else.”
Audrey’s eyes darken and her cheeks pink. Evelyn loves the way she looks when she’s aroused. “Sounds chilly,” she says, almost matter of fact if it wasn’t for the hitch in her voice.
“Darling,” Evelyn says, “I’d think of ways to keep you warm.”
Audrey kisses her. Evelyn smiles into the kiss and pulls the pinny off her. Audrey makes a noise. “On the chair, I know,” Evelyn murmurs into her lips, letting go of her, but not breaking the kiss, to drape the pinny as neatly as she can over the back of the closest chair. She starts on Audrey’s cardigan buttons next. Audrey’s hands drift to work on her own cardigan. “No,” she says gently. She takes Audrey’s hands and puts them on her own waist. “They can stay here.”
“Evelyn…”
Evelyn kisses her. “I have plans, darling.”
Audrey’s fingers tighten on her waist. “Do your plans involve the kitchen table, by any chance?” she queries.
Evelyn chuckles. “You remembered.”
“I’ve thought about it, every now and then.”
Evelyn pulls the cardigan from Audrey, kisses her again and begins on her blouse. Audrey’s fingers are tracing circles on her waist. She can’t wait to get her clothes off, but she’s going to take it slowly, savour her. Inch by inch, she exposes Audrey’s soft skin, presses her mouth to each new sliver, tasting her delicately.
Audrey’s fingers are digging into her now. “Evelyn, please, can I touch you?”
She kisses the swell of her breast. “No,” she says, and feels the quick breath that Audrey takes. “You’re being such a good girl for me, Audrey.” Audrey shivers.
It was Siegfried who first realised the power these few words had over Audrey. “She likes praise,” he’d told her one night when it was just the two of them in bed. “Try it, sometime.”
She had. Now she uses it sparingly, on special occasions. This seems like one of those times.
“Such a good girl,” she says again as she takes Audrey’s blouse off, drapes it neatly on the little pile of her clothes. It’s heady, stripping Audrey like this while she’s fully clothed and with every intention of remaining so.
She traces her fingers around Audrey’s bare waist. “You’re so beautiful, darling.” She undoes the clasp of Audrey’s bra and pulls it down her arms. “Let go of me for a moment,” she says. Audrey’s hands leave her waist for long enough to remove the bra, and then they’re on her again, clinging tightly. She chuckles as she drapes the bra over her blouse, and then she turns her attention back to Audrey.
“Evelyn,” Audrey says, needy.
“Patience.”
It’s still not been a year since they reunited. The years they were apart, Evelyn had seen her body only in her dreams, and its still, even after months, so wonderful to see her properly, to be able to touch her again. Her body isn’t the same as it was back then. She’s had a child, fed that child. Her breasts are heavier, her stomach has silver lines on it. Evelyn loves her body as much as she did when they were young; she only wishes she’d been able to see the changes as they happened.
Now she cups Audrey’s breasts, runs her thumbs over her nipples. Audrey makes a strangled noise, leans her head against Evelyn’s. “I’m going to die if you don’t let me touch you,” she says.
Evelyn chuckles. “Shall we put that to the test?”
“No,” Audrey groans. Her hands haven’t left Evelyn’s waist though.
“You’re being so good,” Evelyn says. She brushes a kiss to Audrey’s lips. “I want to see how good you can be.” She turns her around carefully, moves her backwards into the table. “Lie on the table, darling.”
“Evelyn.” Audrey’s fingers tighten on her waist.
“I want to spread you out on this table,” Evelyn murmurs in her ear, “and I want to taste you all over.”
Audrey squeaks. And lets go of Evelyn. Sits on the table. Evelyn moves between her legs. “Perfect,” she says. She kisses her, soft and loving. “You’re absolutely perfect. Lie down for me, darling.” She puts a hand between Audrey’s breasts and pushes, ever so gently.
Audrey goes.
Evelyn leans over and kisses her. “Thank you. Are you comfortable?”
Audrey laughs slightly. “I’ve been more comfortable. And less.”
“I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted you on this table,” Evelyn says. She kisses Audrey’s neck, her chest, sucks a stiffening nipple into her mouth. Audrey puts a hand in her hair and she decides to allow it. “You’re divine.” She teases the nipple with her tongue while she traces her hand down Audrey’s body to find the button on her skirt, manages to undo it with one hand while she’s still working on Audrey’s nipple. She’s quite proud of herself. She’ll have to move to strip her remaining clothes off though. With one last kiss, she moves down the table. Pulls Audrey’s skirt from her and drops it over a chair.
She rids her of her shoes next, lets them fall unceremoniously to the floor. And now Audrey is only in knickers and stockings and she’s breathtaking. She takes off the stockings first. Trails her fingers slowly up Audrey’s legs to the bare skin at the top of her thighs. She licks her skin delicately as she undoes her stockings. Traces her tongue close to her knickers and smiles when Audrey shifts. “Patience,” she reminds her.
“This isn’t patience,” Audrey retorts, her voice unsteady, “this is torture.”
“It’ll be worth it, darling,” Evelyn says, “I promise.” Slowly, she pulls the first stocking down her leg. She angles her fingers so that her nails are dragging lightly across Audrey’s skin. Audrey shudders. She follows the path of her fingers with her mouth, tasting down her leg from thigh to ankle. The stocking is gone and Evelyn contemplates Audrey’s foot. She traces her arch. Slowly, she takes Audrey’s big toe in her mouth.
Audrey twitches.
Evelyn lets the toe slide out of her mouth. “Good?”
“Odd.”
Evelyn chuckles and lets her go. She has another stocking to take off. “How are you doing, darling?” she asks, looking down the table.
“I’m going to die,” Audrey says. Her chest is flushed and heaving, her cheeks equally pink.
“You’re doing so well,” Evelyn says, reassuringly. She moves around the table so that she can press her lips to the top of Audrey’s knickers at the same time as she undoes the remaining stocking. Audrey squirms and Evelyn contemplates her for a moment. Then she kisses further down her knickers, till she’s pressing her mouth to where Audrey loves her best, but still over the thin material.
Audrey’s hand is back in her hair, tugging. “Evelyn.”
Evelyn hums into her and Audrey’s hips jerk. She grins to herself. Lets Audrey have one more kiss and returns to the stocking. She rolls it down her leg delicately and slowly, kissing every inch of skin as she exposes it.
Audrey’s breathing is faster, shallower. Evelyn drops the stocking onto the pile of clothes and studies her. Her chest is flushed and heaving. She’s gripping the edge of the table now, since Evelyn moved out of her reach.
“Look at you,” Evelyn says admiringly. “What a treat you are. Keep holding the table, there’s a good girl.” She wants to see if Audrey can manage it.
“If you don’t touch me,” Audrey says, “I am going to scream.”
It’s not often that Audrey is so blunt and Evelyn loves it. “Here?” she asks, touching Audrey’s wrist delicately, watching her face.
“Evelyn,” Audrey growls.
“Here,” Evelyn suggests. She brushes Audrey’s hair from her neck and bites her ever so delicately.
Audrey shudders.
Evelyn suckles her neck for a moment, raising red marks. It’s winter. Audrey can wear a scarf for a few days. She wants her marked; she’s feeling ever so possessive suddenly.
She swirls her tongue, soothing over the sore skin and stands to survey Audrey again. Audrey’s staring at her, her eyes almost black and so very needy. She’s nearly but not quite naked. Evelyn cups her cheek and smiles at her, kisses her mouth lightly, then trails her fingers from Audrey’s cheek down her neck, to her breasts. She pauses for a moment, caressing them. Audrey’s grip on the table is fierce. “You’re being such a good girl, Audrey,” she says. “I like you just like this.”
She leaves her breasts to trace the white lines on her stomach with tongue and fingers. Finally, she reaches the top of her knickers. Audrey bucks her hips as she runs her fingers along the top of them. But Evelyn isn’t giving in this quickly. She takes her knickers carefully at either side of Audrey’s hips and strips them down her without putting her fingers anywhere near where Audrey wants her.
“Evelyn!”
“So good,” Evelyn says reassuringly. Audrey is spread out now, fully naked, just like Evelyn’s been dreaming of when she’s imagined this.
“The door,” Audrey says hoarsely.
“It’s locked.” Evelyn slips her hand around one of Audrey’s knees, tickles the sensitive skin at the back of it. “I’ll be back in a moment.”
“Evelyn, please.”
Evelyn grins down at Audrey. She’ll make her beg far more than this before they’re done. She touches white fingers; Audrey’s grip on the table is tight. “Stay,” she says quietly.
She vanishes into the pantry. Finds the bowl on the shelf where Audrey left it earlier. She chuckles to herself, dips a finger in the whipped cream and sucks it thoughtfully. It’s tasty. Just right. She heads back out, and Audrey hasn’t moved a muscle.
She dips her finger back in the cream. “Open your mouth, darling.”
Audrey’s flushed dark pink now, and she’s quivering. She’s obeying Evelyn so beautifully and she opens her mouth, watching Evelyn closely.
Evelyn slips her cream-coated finger into Audrey’s mouth. “Lick it all off.” Audrey’s eyes have opened wide and incredulous but she does as she’s asked. Evelyn has always enjoyed being a woman but now, just for a moment, she wonders what it’s like for Siegfried when one of them takes him in their mouth and if she had a cock, she would want to see Audrey’s mouth around it, feel her tongue on it. The way she’s licking her finger is just perfect.
One final swirl of her tongue and Audrey pulls back. “You said you wanted whipped cream for tea,” she says, indignant as she can sound with blown pupils and pink cheeks.
“Oh, I did,” Evelyn assures her. She dips her finger back in the bowl and Audrey’s eyes track the movement. “You are the tea that I’m having, darling.”
She scans Audrey’s body. The woman is stunning. She puts a gentle hand to her chest and Audrey shifts into her touch. “Are you all right?” she asks softly. Audrey nods. “Good.” Evelyn swirls her cream-covered fingers over Audrey’s nipples, coating one then the other, stiff creamy peaks.
Audrey breathes out slowly.
“Very pretty,” Evelyn says, admiring her handiwork. Her mouth is watering. She lowers her head and sucks Audrey’s nipple hard. Audrey presses up into her and she grins to herself, swirls her tongue around the nipple, lathing the cream from her, tasting the sugar and the tang of Audrey’s skin. She lets her go with a gentle pop. She’ll have to walk around the table to enjoy her other nipple. She goes slowly, rounding Audrey’s body, trailing her finger down her side, her hip, her leg, before making her way up the other side of her. Audrey’s watching her, quiet. She bends and takes the other nipple into her mouth.
“Evelyn,” Audrey breathes.
“Mmm?” Evelyn queries around her nipple. Really it is the most amazing combination.
“I -” Audrey starts. She breathes out and Evelyn follows the movement of her chest. “I was going to dust the living room,” Audrey manages after a moment in which Evelyn has spread her tongue over her nipple.
“This is more fun,” Evelyn says, releasing a clean nipple.
Audrey makes a sound that is half laugh, half groan. “Yes.” She looks up at Evelyn. “Where next?”
Evelyn contemplates her. “Where would you like?”
“Anywhere,” she says, breathy and needy.
“I think…” Evelyn moves around the table. “Here.” She draws a line across Audrey’s thigh where her stockings reach to. It’s high enough to torment, not high enough to satisfy her. She makes the line of cream thick, smoothing it across Audrey’s skin. Audrey worked hard whipping this cream and she doesn’t feel the slightest bit guilty for using it in this way.
She lowers her mouth to the cream. Audrey shifts on the table, trying to get her tongue closer to her centre. “Enough of that,” Evelyn murmurs, “or I’ll have to pin you down.”
Audrey groans, pure desire, and Evelyn will come back to this idea another day, definitely. Now though, she traces her tongue along Audrey’s thigh, swirling it in and out of the cream. “You’re delicious,” she says. Her tongue could do with a rest now and she presses open-mouthed kisses across the remaining cream, coating her lips with it.
One thigh decorated and cleaned, she makes her way to the other. She can see just how aroused Audrey is and for a moment she is tempted to finish teasing her, finish her tea, just slide her fingers into her and enjoy her warmth and the sounds of her when she’s being filled. But that would be a terrible waste of the cream that Audrey made this afternoon, of the way that she’s spread over this table.
She tickles the inside of Audrey’s thigh.
“Evelyn,” Audrey says. “Please.”
“Not just yet, darling.” Evelyn dips her fingers into the cream and writes her name on Audrey’s thigh. “You’re mine,” she says, almost to herself.
“Yours,” Audrey agrees.
She licks her name off in one long movement and moves back up the table. Audrey’s pupils are blown and her eyes are glassy as she looks at Evelyn.
“I love you,” Evelyn says, and kisses her. “I love you and I want you and you are perfect,” she whispers between kisses. Audrey sighs into her.
She kisses her one more time and then leaves her to retrieve her bowl of cream from the table by Audrey’s thigh. There’s not much left now. She swirls a circle around Audrey’s navel, licks it off and then dips her tongue into the hollow. Audrey makes a startled noise and her hips jump. Evelyn chuckles. She moves to her wrist next. She’s still holding onto the table.
“Well done, darling,” she says. She slides her fingers over Audrey’s till they go limp and she can pick up her wrist, daub it with cream and then nibble it. She’s hitting Audrey’s pulse point.
“I can’t – please, Evelyn.”
“You’re doing so well,” Evelyn says, scraping her teeth over her wrist. In the distance she hears the front door open and shut. She wonders if Siegfried will come this way.
She keeps her mouth and one hand on Audrey’s wrist, with the other she goes back to a breast. Palms her firmly and pinches her nipple and Audrey judders underneath her.
Footsteps in the corridor. She looks down at Audrey. “Do you think Siegfried would like to see you being a good girl for me?”
She feels Audrey’s pulse hammer. The flush over her chest darkens.
The door opens.
“Stay still, darling,” Evelyn says quietly to Audrey, and she looks at Siegfried. He’s smiling; she’d told him some of her plan earlier and they’d both rather hoped he might make it home. “Audrey’s being ever such a good girl for me, Siegfried.”
“I can see,” he says. His eyes trace over her. “For how long?”
“Ages,” Audrey says, her voice hoarse.
Siegfried laughs. “You look absolutely delicious.” He raises his eyebrows at Evelyn and she nods, and he comes next to the table, leans down and kisses Audrey, a long, lingering kiss.
“Care for some cream?” Evelyn offers, nodding at the bowl. “There’s a little bit left.”
He grins and takes it. Evelyn keeps her fingers on Audrey’s wrist, her breast, watches Siegfried as he takes the remains of the cream and decorates Audrey’s other breast with it.
“What a treat to come home to,” he says. Audrey’s eyes close and her head tips back as he lowers his head to her breast. They really have to do this more often, Evelyn thinks. The long line of her neck is too tempting and Evelyn leaves her wrist, pressing it back to the table, and her breast, and bites her neck. She’s raised red marks on the other side and now she gives Audrey a matching set, sucking her skin while she watches Siegfried work.
“So delicious,” he says when he lifts his head. “What next?”
“You can sit down,” Evelyn says. She’s prepared to give him a taste, but she’s finishing her tea on her own.
“I’m putting the kettle on first,” he says.
Evelyn watches Audrey watch him. Audrey is protective of the kitchen, which she considers her domain.
“He can make tea, darling,” she says, stroking her hair briefly.
“Thought I was the tea,” Audrey says looking up at her with a grin.
“My tea. And I think I’m nearly finished.”
Audrey sighs with something that might be relief.
Evelyn makes her way back down the table, trailing her fingers down Audrey’s body as she goes. Neck, breast, stomach, hips, thighs… At the bottom of the table, she pulls a chair close.
“Audrey darling,” she says, “can you move down for me?” With gentle hands, she helps Audrey move so that her bottom is on the edge of the table. She sits on the chair and, yes, perfect, she moves between Audrey’s thighs, takes one of her legs and slips it over her shoulders, exhales so that a puff of breath ghosts over the very top of Audrey’s thighs.
She feels eyes on her and glances round. Siegfried is leaning against the counter, watching her avidly.
For a moment she pauses, wondering whether to use fingers or mouth first. Fingers, she decides. Her tongue has worked hard this evening. She traces her fingers along the top of Audrey’s thighs, through the short, coarse hair between them.
“Evelyn,” Audrey says and it’s needy and quiet. Evelyn slides her fingers down. Audrey is so wet.
“You’ve been such a good girl for me,” she says, moving her fingers up and down slowly, “and I think you’ve earnt your reward.” She slides two fingers into Audrey’s damp heat and Audrey’s leg tightens on her shoulder and her hips jerk. She moves her fingers lazily in and out of her, listening to the sounds that Audrey’s making, the little gasps. She’s so beautifully aroused.
“Can you manage three?” she wonders.
“Yes,” Audrey says immediately, pushing her hips forward.
Evelyn chuckles. She pulls her fingers out and pushes three back in, and Audrey’s so tight around her. “Good girl,” she says, “what a good girl.”
“Please, I want-”
“Four?” Siegfried asks. “Could you manage four, Audrey?”
“I – don’t know.” Audrey’s voice is strained. Evelyn will leave her with three for now. Maybe she’ll try four another day.
“You look so beautiful with Evelyn’s fingers in you,” Siegfried says. “You’re taking her so well.”
Audrey tightens around Evelyn. The way he’s talking is doing something to Evelyn too. Playing with Audrey like this has been exhilarating and she wonders if he could tip her over the edge just with his voice.
“All spread out on the table for Evelyn to feast on,” Siegfried says. “I can’t wait to watch you come for her.”
Audrey shudders again. Evelyn moves in closer, presses her mouth above her fingers.
“Evelyn,” Audrey says. “Please.”
She licks her, just one gentle stripe, and raises her head. “You’ve been so good for me, Audrey. You can come when you want to.” She applies her tongue again, not quite precisely where Audrey needs her, works her fingers in and out of her and then when Audrey is pushing into her, she finally uses her tongue in just the right spot, and Audrey is clenching hard, beautiful, and Siegfried is telling her how gorgeous she looks when she comes, and it is perfect.
She waits till Audrey has relaxed before she slides her fingers from her, lifts her face from her legs. She lowers Audrey’s leg from her shoulder slowly, kisses her thigh with damp lips.
“Evelyn,” Audrey sighs. “The things you think of.” She’s lying still, completely spent.
Evelyn kisses her thigh gently, not to titillate but to comfort. “You were so good for me, Audrey.” She stands and rolls her shoulders with a sigh, rounds the table to look at her. Her eyes are closed and she looks blissful. Every day Evelyn thinks she can’t love her more and is proved wrong. She leans down to press a kiss to her lips. “Did you enjoy it?”
“Very much,” Audrey says, eyes still closed. “Later on I’m going to be furious with you about that cream, though.”
“Are you?” Evelyn asks with a laugh, stroking her hair.
She opens her eyes slowly and smiles. “Probably not. You are awful, Evelyn.” She reaches for her and Evelyn pulls her carefully to sit. Audrey winds her arms around Evelyn and pulls her close. “It was hard not touching you,” she says.
“But you managed it so well. You gave up all that control. How good you were.” Audrey’s bare body in her arms is reminding her that she has spent what seems like hours playing with her and she is so aroused herself.
“You must be…” Audrey strokes down her body, “in need,” she finishes softly.
“You have no idea,” Evelyn admits.
“What are we going to do about it?”
“She’s not the only one in need,” Siegfried says. He’s still leaning against the counter. The teapot is beside him, brewing. Evelyn’s almost impressed that he managed it.
“I think,” Audrey says slowly, “that you should enjoy the table yourself.”
Evelyn’s breath catches. “How?”
Audrey slides forward, off the table, into Evelyn. “Lie over the table, Evelyn,” she says, and there’s a firmness to her voice that does something to Evelyn’s insides. She’s taking back all the control that she relinquished. She moves around her, pushes her down so that she’s bent over, stomach and chest against the table.
Evelyn’s thrumming. She pillows her head on her arms. She can’t see either Audrey or Siegfried from here. “Now what?” she asks, unable to keep her voice steady.
Fingers trace up the back of her legs and her skirt is being lifted up and she quivers as it’s pulled over her bottom, bundled around her waist. Gentle fingers trace over her knickers, pressing them between her legs.
“You’re so wet,” Audrey says.
“That’s what you did to me,” Evelyn manages, trying not to press backwards into her touch. It isn’t going to take much to push her over the edge.
Her knickers are being pulled down now, all the way down her legs. Audrey manoeuvres her until they’re gone. Her bottom is bare and exposed, and she’s amazed at how well Audrey coped with being fully on display because even this is making her feel so vulnerable and so, so aroused. Then Audrey’s back, tracing her fingers over her bare skin, not slipping between her legs where she wants her, needs her.
“Siegfried,” Audrey says quietly. And then her fingers are gone.
Evelyn can’t see what they are doing. She thinks she can hear them kissing, but her heartbeat is loud in her ears.
Somebody moves behind her, parting her legs to stand between them. Her heart beats frantically. And then she is being filled, no warning, and she gasps and presses back into it. Siegfried, she knows. Audrey doesn’t feel like this.
Siegfried’s hands are tight on her waist as he thrusts gently into her, and there’s another hand on her bottom, tracing circles on her bare cheeks.
“You look so good like this,” Audrey says. “Siegfried’s taking you so well.”
Even though he’s being gentle, she’s being pushed against the table and it’s rubbing her bra against her nipples and – yes that’s good. He stills in her for a moment and she thinks she can hear them kissing again.
When he moves again its more forceful. His fingers are even tighter, holding her in place, and Audrey is murmuring words that she can’t quite hear, and it’s all so much, and the pleasure is intense, radiating, and she cries out as it overtakes her.
Siegfried thrusts into her twice more and then he’s gasping himself, and then it’s all quiet for a moment.
Siegfried pulls out of her slowly. It takes her a moment to gather herself, to push herself off the table, tug her skirt down, and stand on wobbly legs. Siegfried has tidied himself up. Audrey has put on her pinny but nothing else and Evelyn was right, she does look amazing like that.
“Well,” she says, her voice still not quite steady. “That was…”
“Yes,” Audrey agrees.
“Maybe we should send the boys away for the weekend more often,” Siegfried says. “We could try the dining table next.”
“No,” Audrey says, firmly. Evelyn raises her eyebrow. “I don’t know about you but it’s going to be a while before I can sit and eat at this table. I’m not having the other table out of action too.”
“Why can’t you eat here?” Evelyn teases, though she knows precisely why not. She can’t sit here and eat porridge or bacon and eggs when she can remember licking cream from Audrey’s naked body.
Audrey glares at her.
Evelyn pulls her into her arms and kisses her. “I love you,” she says, “and you were wonderful.”
“Next time,” Siegfried says with a smile, “I want to be here from the start.”
“Next time,” Audrey says thoughtfully.
Evelyn wonders what Audrey is thinking about. Evelyn is thinking of Audrey’s fingers gripping the table, the way she’d shuddered when Evelyn had suggested pinning her down. She thinks of Siegfried’s large collection of ties, and imagines how she could use them. “Next time,” she agrees.