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Brenda left the house, driving towards Nicolette's house, following the directions she had given over the phone earlier. Brenda tried to focus on the road and directions, but couldn't help being distracted by the image of her husband's dick locked in the cleverly designed contraption. She repeatedly let an audible snicker escape, noting how funny it seemed. She did however, have a little sympathy for the sot, who was trying his best to cope with the situation, much like she was.

No matter how much she hated the predicament he had put her into, the truth of the matter was that they were both in this together. Brenda, in that original moment of weakness, had succumbed to the powers of lust and submitted herself to the goons that barged into the house. There was no doubt that Mac had every intention of humiliating Mitch every which way possible, and the latest indecency was icing on the cake. Brenda came to the realization that Mitch's degradation at the hands of Mac and his associates, was well deserved; however, she felt quite uneasy at her vengeful retribution and degradation of her husband. This was just not her nature.

Brenda mentally listed all of Mitch's good traits, trying to convince herself that the marriage was worth saving. She didn't want to be another statistic, repeating the history of her broken past. No one in her family had remained married, constantly searching for their so-called soul mate. Brenda did not want to be like them, miserable and lonely.

By the time she had reached Nicolette's house, she had determined to talk to the woman and try and get the key to the tiny padlock keeping Mitch caged.

Upon reaching the address, Brenda was surprised to find herself in a similarly affluent neighborhood,much like her own; she had assumed that Nicolette lived in an apartment complex or a condo. As Mac's personal assistant, she found it odd to be in what appeared to be a family-oriented neighborhood. Nicolette's house was somewhat larger than her own, sitting on a larger parcel of land. She silently pondered what type of professionals lived in this area, and how much money they made? She also wondered how much Mac was paying Nicolette for her services?

Brenda rang the doorbell and was greeted by a middle-aged, rather good looking, man. Brenda surmised he was probably about the same age as Mitch. His black hair was groomed to perfection and slicked back with a generous amount of gel; his face was clean shaven and appeared to be baby smooth. He was wearing a pink polo shirt that matched her pink skirt to a tee. His khaki pants were snug and crisply pressed. Her eyes drifted downward fully appraising the gentleman, taking note that there was no noticeable bulge. It wasn't until the man spoke that Brenda embarrassingly raised her eyes to meet his.

“I'm here to meet Nicolette.”

“You must be Brenda. She's told me so much about you. Come on in.” The gentleman stepped to the side and made room for Brenda to enter into the spacious foyer. Once inside, he then closed the door. “I'm Dana, Nicolette's husband. You must be Brenda.” He offered his hand, which Brenda shook, noting how it lacked a certain firmness in grip. She was doubly surprised that Nicolette was married, and worried, exactly how much did she reveal to Dana? Dana directed Brenda towards the living room, where Nicolette was waiting.

Nicolette rose from the sofa and greeted Brenda with a more than generous hug and a welcoming kiss that lingered a bit longer than normal. Brenda admired the simple white sundress that adorned Nicollette's frame, thin spaghetti straps holding up the extremely low-scooped neckline, showing much more than a generous amount of cleavage. Nicolette resumed her position on the sofa and patted the open area to her side, inviting Brenda to join her. Once Brenda was seated, Nicolette turned towards Dana, “Why don't you get our guest a cup of coffee, and you can refill mine as well.”

Brenda had politely refused the offer, indicating that she already had more than enough caffeine this morning. She was unable to look at Dana, inexplicably, her eyes drawn to the buoyant breasts nearly spilling out from their loose confines.

“Very well then,” Nicolette countered, “bring us a pitcher of Granmosas, and two glasses.” Her tone was matter-of-fact and left Brenda helpless to refuse again. Brenda actually admired Nicolette's commanding sense of power and confidence, silently wishing she possessed more of those qualities. “So ...” Nicolette purred, placing a hand upon Brenda's left knee, pulling with the subtlest of pressure till their knees touched. “I figure we can have a little girl time together before we go out shopping. You know, get to know one another a little better?” Nicolette reached for Brenda's face with her free hand and tucked the loose strands from Brenda's trusses behind her ears, exposing her face, and commanding her focus. “Last night was utterly fantastic.” Nicolette sensed a bit of uneasiness and confusion, and allowed Brenda the opportunity to open up. “I'm sure you have a ton of questions, which I'll be more than happy to answer if I can.”

Brenda could feel the heat rise from between her breasts, up her chest and neck, undoubtedly richly coloring her face. A sense of embarrassment flooded her at the notion of her unbridled wanton behavior the previous evening. Nicolette's fleeting touches along with the skin-to-skin contact was an electrifying and enticing distraction to say the least. Her mind flooded with a multitude of questions when given the opportunity to ask; however, Brenda found it initially difficult to sort through the questions and organize and prioritize them, so as to not sound like a babbling blonde bimbo. She hesitated a few moments longer, allowing Nicollete's fingers the unopposed opportunity to dance along her inner knee, while the hand traced her jaw-line, again drawing them face-to-face.

“Oh, I don't know where to begin,” she confessed. “I didn't expect any of this … I mean … uh … I don't even know what I expected.” Brenda hated herself, she was sounding like a blonde bimbo at the moment. She had to recover quickly. “I mean … I thought you were Mac's personal secretary … I mean … uh … I didn't know you were married … You're not wearing a wedding ring!”

Nicolette chuckled pulling her hand away from Brenda's face twirling it in front of their eyes, confirming that indeed, there was no ring encircling her finger. At the same time, the hand on her knee gripped ever-so-lightly tighter, fingers pressing into the soft skin. “Ah, you're right. Very astute of you!” The hand returned to Brenda's face, cupping it so that her thumb was now able to trace over the lush painted lips, Nicolette taking great pride in her ability to seduce. Nevertheless, she replied to the issue raised by Brenda. “Yes! Dana and I have been married nearly ten years, and you're right, I am also Mac's personal secretary.” She made sure to emphasize the word personal, letting it draw out with a satisfying sigh.

The fingers resting between Brenda's knees began deliciously dancing on the tingling flesh, her long painted nails occasionally scratching the surface. “You and I are very much alike Brenda! In more ways than one! We are two of a kind, two peas in a pod, in the same boat, so to speak. That's why I think we get along so well together!” With the same confidence portrayed earlier, Nicolette puled Brenda's head forward, closing the distance before sealing their lips together. Nicolette easily pushed her tongue between the pressed lips, encircling the welcoming warmth and acceptance of Brenda.

Brenda had succumbed to the sensations, giving in to Nicolette's dominance and confidence. She couldn't explain how easily she responded to the touch of her female acquaintance. Her mind was swirling with confusion as she struggled to make sense of what was happening. She felt as if she were drunk, without having had a sip of ****. The invading tongue elicited a sigh of submission, feeling her body melt beneath Nicolette's masterful manipulations. It took every ounce of energy to pull away from the kiss, but not before Nicolette's hand had successfully traveled further between her legs, which were involuntarily parting, inviting further travels. With haggard breath Brenda exclaimed, “But I don't understand.” Again, not trying to sound like some dumb slut, she formulated her thoughts and words carefully. “Last night … at the club … us … oooooh”

Nicolette's hand had reached the juncture, her pinky finger reaching out, it's nail scraping along the now swollen petals, drawing heat and moisture to the uncovered treasure. The thin strap holding up her dress had slipped down her left arm, fully exposing the left breast to Brenda's wide eyes. Nicolette's left hand, retreated from Brenda's face, the moisture from her lips still lingering on Nicolette's thumb. The hand quickly slid down to cup Brenda's right breast, her moistened thumb now focused on the hardening hub tenting the thin blouse. “Yessss,” Nicolette hissed. “Last night at the club, and back in the room was absolutely wonderful.”

Brenda absentmindedly parted her legs further, openly inviting Nicolette's advances to continue. Brenda's eyes were now drawn to the bared breast, seemingly salivating, a strong desire to wrap her lips around the naked flesh, enveloping her. Her mind continued to be awhirl, so much happening all at once, wondering if she were indeed nothing but a blonde bimbo? “But … your husband? … Mac? … your husband? … Jermaine? … your … my husband? … oooooohhhh my, ungh!” Brenda felt Nicolette's thumb pressing insistently on her clit, while simultaneously, her distended nipple was being tortured by the other hand. Her eyes fluttered and her head fell back, openly giving her body over to the pleasures provided by the opening flood gates. Nicolette took advantage and quickly slipped her hand inside the blouse and inside the lace bra, palming the orb and kneading the pliable flesh. Her thumb had easily slipped along the dew-filled engorged labia and slipped inside the clenching muscles of Brenda's vagina.

“AHEM!” The unmistakable sound of a male clearing his throat, immediately broke the reverie of the two women.

Brenda lurched upward, eyes aghast, finding Dana standing before them, holding a silver tray with two champagne flutes and a clear pitcher filled with liquid. “OHMIGOD,” Brenda shrieked as she reflexively, and instinctively pulled Nicolette's hands away, and restoring her modesty. She pulled her skirt back down, readjusted her bra, and pulled the white blouse closed. She knew her face was beet red; whether from Nicolette's attention, or from Dana's presence, she wasn't sure.

Nicolette, sat back with a satisfied smile painted on her face. She never made any attempt to cover her exposed breast, leaving the strap gathered just below her elbow. She brought her right hand to her face and suckled the thumb, tasting the fragrant juices collected upon it. She sensed Brenda's anguish and quickly intervened. “Why thank you Dana. You can place that on the table and pour us each a glass please.”

Brenda remained speechless, the sound of her heart thundering in her chest was ringing in her ears. She watched as Dana politely nodded, and did as instructed. She could see a hint of embarrassment on his face, but did not believe it was anywhere near her level. Without reason, Brenda caught herself staring at Dana's crotch once again, surprised to not see any sign of arousal. She chided herself mentally for looking, before focusing her attention on Nicolette instead.

Nicolette took the two glasses that Dana had prepared and ordered him to take a seat in the chair on the other side of the table. She then handed a glass to Brenda, ceremoniously clinked the glasses together and sipped the sweet orange liquer combined with the champagne. Without any sense of embarrassment regarding her exposed breast, Nicolette addressed Brenda's continued confusion.

“I think Dana might be able to best explain everything to you. Maybe after listening to him, you'll see that we are identical in more ways than one. Sit back, enjoy the drink, and listen to Dana's story.”

Nicolette reclined aside Brenda and draped her right arm around Brenda, resting on the back of the sofa, keeping the drink contained in her left hand. Ensuring Brenda was relaxed and also sipping the concoction, Nicolette returned to Dana with an expectant expression, “Go ahead Dana. Tell Brenda our story and what got us to here!”