AR Returns Ch7

Naturally, it doesn’t take long for sticky-sexy to turn into just sticky. Stef is the one to break the ice with the situation on her torso.

“I need to clean up,” she announces.

The words are like an ‘On’ switch for Jess. She lunges at Riley and grabs her hand.

“We get this shower,” she announces, pulling on Riley to make her sit up.

Stef can only stare at her wife as she all but drags Riley into the master bathroom, slamming the door.

Stef is indignant. After a moment, she goes over to the door and knocks on it.

“What?” Jess calls from inside.

“Uh,” Stef says with a glance at Adella. “Are we, uh…” She trails off.

Adella smiles and cocks her head.

“Are we having a sleepover?” Stef asks, face red.

“Of course!” Jess replies. Then, more quietly. “Right?”

“Uh, sure,” is Riley’s muffled reply from the bathroom.

“We are,” Jess confirms. “Go use the other bathroom.”

Stef twitches. “There’s one down the hall and one downstairs,” she mutters to Adella, casting a sour look at the closed door.

“Which one will we use?” Adella asks mildly, holding her gaze.

Stef swallows. “The one up here, I guess,” she mumbles.

AR Returns

Inside the master bath, Jess bends over the huge jet tub. Her high-waisted black panties are askew, her thighs are damp, and a few drops of Riley’s cum have rolled down as far as her knees. There are faint red marks on her smooth ass where Riley’s fingers pressed too hard.

Riley licks her lips, on pins and needles from head to toe.

Jess gets the bath going, adds oil, and tosses a bath bomb in. Her breasts jiggle as she turns on Riley, eyes sparkling.

“You don’t mind, right? I thought a bath would be better.”

“Sure,” Riley squeaks, shifting awkwardly. “Nice tub.”

“Right? I figure if I have to deal with the stress of having a wife who might go to jail, the least she can do is keep me comfortable. I still actually earn more than she does most years. Don’t tell anyone. Of course, it doesn’t really come up because we don’t pay taxes on hers,” Jess adds with a little wince. Then she bends, sliding her black panties down. She kicks them off and beams at Riley.

“Oh, right. Right. Right, right, right. I actually kind of know what you mean,” Riley says self-consciously as she unzips her dress and lets it drop. Her dick is still out of her panties, and half-hard from the view in front of her.

“You do?”

“Well, there’s Adella’s dad.”

“Is he in Stef’s line of work?”

“Um, no. No. He’s actually a bad dude, turns out. For real bad, not just breaking the law with vibrators bad,” Riley says.

“No shit.” Jess looks startled. “I’m sorry, sweetie. I really, really know how that is. It is so not relaxing.”

“It’s really not,” Riley agrees as she drops her panties.