1 comments/ 11040 views/ 2 favorites Real Housewives By: ejls Cassie walked deep into her front yard and then turned to look at her front porch. Cornstalks flanked the dark red front door, intertwined with artificial autumn leaves garland. On each side of the first step, she had placed a black urn filled with red fountain grass, a purple decorative cabbage, salmon colored verbena, bright asters and sweet potato vine. On the next step down were clusters of orange and white pumpkins, sprinkled with colorful chords of the season. Her eye for detail caused her to move one of the urns back approximately one inch. "You're the only one I know who would think those urns weren't perfectly spaced," Becky called as she crossed the street to Cassie's yard. "You really do make the rest of us feel just a little inadequate." "What? Don't you dare say that, my friend. We've been neighbors for far too long for you to feel that way. Besides, look at all of those ghosts hanging in your maple tree and the tombstones you put in your front yard. You know the kids in the neighborhood love your display the best. Now that my kids are gone, I'm no longer one of the "fun" houses." Becky sighed. "Isn't it funny how you and I are always the ones working in our yards while our husbands are off doing other things?" Cassie nodded sadly. "It's been that way for years. Every spring we're cleaning up and laying down new mulch. Every fall we're raking leaves and decorating for the season. Is Dave off on his cycle?" "Yeah, I suppose Mark is playing golf." "Nothing ever changes. I'll probably see you shoveling snow this winter, too." ***** Sometimes she wanted to scream. Cassie sat at her desk each day, smiling at co-workers, exchanging mindless pleasantries and doing what she considered to be a good job for her boss. She loved her job because it was demanding, fast-paced and never boring. The people she worked with were great, and they worked as a cohesive team, but they were clueless about her, just like her family. Their kids were grown and off leading their own lives. She realized that a lot of couples go through that period when the wife is always "too tired". She had let herself go and placed her children's lives first, as most parents do. The marriage began unraveling and now Cassie and Mark were two people sharing a house. Not a bedroom; just a house. House mates with their own interests, wants, and needs. By the time Cassie began to develop a renewed interest in a physical relationship, she was no longer attracted to Mark. Neither of them were the people they were when they first fell in love. Mark had his own physical issues, and Viagra is not a cure if you don't also seek to improve your health. There was a lot of passive tension in the home now. Right before Cassie turned fifty, she decided work on self-improvement. She began eating healthier, went for walks each evening and started looking at things with different eyes. She was the same person she always was, with the same amount of energy and enthusiasm for life. But now the trees and grass looked different. The air smelled sweeter. She realized she was missing something in her life that girlfriends and shopping could not fill. She was lonely, and the long winters didn't help. The changes in Cassie's body and attitude found her receiving attention from men, even if she and her husband were out having dinner. She didn't understand it, so she chose to ignore it. She and Mark didn't know how to talk to each other anymore. Their "couple" friends now all wintered in Florida, so the snowy months led to more solitude. She was forced to change jobs, so many work friends had pretty much moved on. She literally went to work, grabbed her dinner and went to the guest room which was now her bedroom. No, she wasn't even sharing the house with her husband; she was living in one room of it. Cassie was zipping up her jacket to head outside to shovel, hopefully for the last time of the season. She looked out her kitchen window, watching Becky's garage door open. That's odd, she thought. Neither Dave's truck nor motorcycle was parked there. Outside, she became lost in her thoughts while scraping the frozen crystals from the front walk, when she heard Becky call to. "Hey Cassie, can you do me a favor?" "Sure, what do you need?" "I'm going to visit my sister in Texas. Would you mind watching the house while I'm gone? I fly out Friday night and I'll be gone for two weeks." "Sure, not a problem. I'm surprised Dave's going. I know he's never really gotten along with Diana." Becky pushed her hood back, dropped her head and quietly said, "Dave's gone." Cassie felt like she had been punched. "Www...what?" Tears welled up in Becky's brown eyes. When she finally spoke, she was crying so hard the words came out in hiccups. Cassie put her arm around her and led her back to her home and got her out of the cold. "H...h...he was sssssss...sleeping with h...her!" Christ, this was bad. When Becky finally calmed down, she told Cassie about the weeks since the first of the year. Dave had been having an affair with a young woman at work, who told him she was pregnant. He explained to Becky that he promised to marry her and give the child his name. Apparently the promises he made on his and Becky's wedding day meant nothing. Now, their sons would have nothing to do with him and their eldest accused Becky of driving Dave into the arms of another woman. "I can't do this. I can't be here right now. Diana is actually paying for my flight. Oh, Cassie, what am I going to do when I get back?" "We can cross that bridge when we come to it. Go see your sister, work on yourself, and come back feeling good about you." Becky was no longer crying, because there just weren't any tears left. "I have to pack. I have to call the boys. I just want to get out of here. Hell, I don't even want to come back, but this is my house. I came up with the down payment and I paid the mortgage each month. I'm not going to leave it just because of that cheating liar." Cassie was at a loss for words. She never dreamed Dave and Becky were having problems. No one really knows what goes on behind closed doors, she thought. As she made her way across the street to her home, she felt something she hadn't expected. Dave left, Becky was alone, and Cassie was envious. Mark was stretched out in his recliner, watching basketball. He barely acknowledged Cassie's presence when she sat down on the sofa to tell him about their neighbors. "I just had an interesting talk with Becky," she began. "Shhhh..." "Mark, can you give me a couple of minutes? This is sort of important," Cassie tried again. "Look, can you just hold off until the game is over?" "Mark! It's a damn game! You don't need sound and you can look at me for a couple of minutes so I can talk to you!" His lack of response was all that was needed to answer Cassie's question. She got up, went to her bedroom, and closed the door - just like she did every evening when she got home from work. Spring finally dug its heels in and decided to stay. Both Cassie and Becky could be seen working in their yards each weekend. No one in the neighborhood seemed to take notice of Dave's departure, or at least they weren't talking to each other about it. Even Mark seemed oblivious to the goings on across the street. The girls went to the garden store together to pick up fertilizer and mulch, getting a much better deal for buying a larger amount. Mark was sitting on the porch when Becky backed into their driveway so they could unload the heavy bags. He continued to sit there while the girls stacked them next to the garage, not saying a word to either one of them. They then crossed the street to Becky's house to do the same. Cassie was fighting tears as she thought of how rude Mark was not to offer help. When the truck was empty, Becky touched her arm so that Cassie would look at her. That's when the tears flowed. Pulling her around the house, Becky pulled Cassie into her arms and let her cry, not saying a word. When the tears no longer came, Cassie raised her head and sadly looked at Becky. "I can't do it anymore," Cassie said, in a voice barely above a whisper. "I pretend that everything is fine when it's not." "Come on in the kitchen. I've got some wine in the refrigerator. Let's grab a glass and we can talk." "I don't have a marriage. I don't even have a partnership," Cassie began. "He does his thing, I do mine, and we lead separate lives. I don't know when he's working late, he just doesn't come home. On the weekends if I get up and he's not there, then I guess he goes to the golf course. We don't talk about anything. The kicker was that last weekend I got a call from a collection agency on an account I didn't know existed." "What? How did that happen?" Cassie shook her head and replied, "Apparently, we opened it over twenty years ago when we first got married. I never had a card and now there's over $7500.00 owing. Because my name is on the account, I am partially responsible. I can pay it off if I take the money out of my retirement, Becky, but when I told him about it he just shrugged it off. I called and told them to close the damn account! You have no idea how unhappy I am and how much I hate being over there." Becky shook her head and said, "No, I don't know how it is, but I'm pretty sure I have an idea of how you're feeling; betrayed." "Oh God, I'm sorry! I had no business..." Cassie looked frantic. Becky reassured her, "Hey girl, don't worry about me. I've had a couple of months to get used to Dave's betrayal and the kids are both by my side now. I hired a great lawyer who survived a nasty divorce and a cheating husband. I'm going to be fine. I'm worried about you now, Cassie. I've never seen you like this, and we've been neighbors for a long, long time." They spent about an hour talking, and instead of feeling confused and alone, Cassie actually felt like a huge weight had been lifted. With the promise of a place to stay if needed, she walked across the street to her home, to finally speak to Mark. Cassie was unbelievably calm as she stood in the doorway to his bedroom. "Can I talk to you, Mark?" "What?" "Would you mind looking at me?" Mark rolled over on the bed and seemed to look at Cassie, at the same time keeping an eye on the game. "Mark, I've been thinking about this for a long time. We aren't nice to each other anymore. We don't treat each other with the love and respect that we each deserve. It's not your fault; it's not my fault. We just aren't connected anymore and I think we'd be better off as friends than as a married couple. I think we should see about getting a divorce." For the first time in months, Cassie had Mark's full attention. The words he spoke answered every unasked question she had. "Do you think we can afford that?" Cassie turned around and went up to her bedroom. Within a week she had an appointment with a mediator and emailed Mark the date and time. At their first appointment, Cassie made it perfectly clear that she didn't want anything from Mark. They had both worked and she felt they should be allowed to keep their own pensions, etc. He was entitled to half of their household belongings and they agreed that each could stay in the house until it sold. As cold as their marriage had become, the divorce agreement was just as cold and factual. Papers were filed and they were officially divorced within two months. It was uncomfortable, to say the least. Cassie made an appointment at her bank and found out she could afford to buy Mark out of their home. He didn't have a problem with that, and she told him he could stay until the sale was finalized. Cassie and Mark had witnessed so many divorces amongst their friends, filled with innuendo, back-stabbing and name-calling, they agreed to keep their split quiet until the last moment. At least that's what Cassie thought. A message from a mutual friend on Facebook asked why Mark's status had changed to divorced. He never told her he was going to do that and she felt completely blind-sided. That night she asked him to consider moving out of the house and by the time the weekend arrived, the moving truck pulled up and he was gone. She was sitting in the middle of an empty living room when the doorbell sounded. Without waiting for an answer, Becky walked into the house. Cassie looked up at her friend and began to cry. The two sat on the floor for hours, talking about the turn of events and how their lives in no way mirrored those of their parents. As daylight melted away and darkness laid its blanket over the town, Cassie no longer felt as sad. Wine was opened, pizza was ordered and Cassie's first night alone was no longer lonely. Summer was coming to an end, but not the heat. It had been one of those really hot and humid weeks that drained your energy. Cassie was having a go at the late season weeds in her front flower bed when she heard Becky call from across the street. "Hey! Have you got plans for dinner?" "Other than collapsing after a shower?" "I picked up a couple of small steaks to grill. Come one over around six and we'll get them started," Becky called to her. "And bring a bottle of wine, if you've got one." Cassie felt a little more human after a cool shower. She pinned her tawny hair on top of her head and grabbed a loose fitting sundress. Cassie had really worked on her fitness that summer and it showed. Her legs were toned and tan and now that she was less stressed, she actually looked younger. There was a spring in her step that hadn't been there the previous summer. Becky was in the kitchen tossing a green salad and looking like a teenager in short denim shorts and a halter top. "Look at us," laughed Cassie, "two hot mamas and no place to go." Becky pouted and said, "Who said we didn't turn down dates? We could call this the divorce celebration dinner neither of us had. Besides, it's nice to have a girl's evening. I don't know about you but dating at our ages isn't all that it's cracked up to be." "Did I tell you?" asked Cassie with her eyes wide open and an incredulous look on her face. "So this guy contacted me from that dating site. Do you know the first thing he asked was if I had read '50 Shades of Gray' and had I seen the movie! I almost spit out my drink when I read that. I proceeded to give him a critique on that badly written piece of shit. He came back and told me that wasn't exactly what he meant. Really?" They carried the salad, wine and steaks to the back deck, where the grill was already warming up. The two friends laughed and compared notes. Becky, having been alone a bit longer, had already gone through two boyfriends. Cassie wasn't in a real hurry, even though her ex had started and was in an exclusive relationship with the first woman he asked out. Becky's backyard was so pleasant, the house shading the area from the lowering sun. Her deck was set up with an area to grill and eat, lounge chairs and a hot tub. French doors opened into Becky's bedroom, making it the perfect spot for late night dates. The steaks were grilled to perfection and the first bottle of wine went down very smoothly. Cassie ran home to grab another bottle she had in the refrigerator. She noticed that she felt just a little bit light-headed and giddy. When she arrived back at the deck, Becky was in the process of taking the cover off the hot tub. She looked at Cassie with cute smile and said, "Just in case..." They talked and talked until the sun went down and the solar garden light started to glow. Becky lit some candles on the deck's railing and filled their glasses yet again. "Any thoughts about going in the tub?" "Do you know how long it's been since I've been in an outdoor hot tub? My kids were still pretty young," she told Becky. "I remember you telling me about your hot tub in the winter. Soak in the tub, get out and roll in the snow and then get back in the tub." "You know Dean and I loved the tub in the winter. There's something about looking up at the stars, steam rising to mix with the falling snowflakes. I haven't had that since he left. Oh, I'm sure I will again, but I do miss that." Becky sighed and asked, "Do you miss being married, Cassie?" She had given this serious thought over the last few months. "It's all still really new to me. I'm alone, but not lonely. I have a freedom that I didn't have those last few years. I can walk around my house, paint the rooms any color, and light as many candles as I want. I have peace now and if it works out, great. If I die a miserable old woman, then that's the chance I took. At my age, I just feel like there has to be more to life than living in my bedroom." The darker it became, the quieter their voices were. Becky brought out some Irish Crème Liqueur after the wine was gone. "Oh right," Cassie laughed. "That's exactly what I need. And who's going to make sure I make it safely across the street?" "You can always stay here; we can have a pajama party. Hey, why didn't we think of that sooner? Do you realize that out of the twelve houses on this street, eight of them are owned by single women?" Becky laughed harder now. "Granted two of them are a whole lot older than we are, but we've got our own Wisteria Lane working!" The pair fell into uncontrollable giggling, then shushing, each trying to quiet the other. A sudden gurgle from the tub got them laughing all over again. "Want to go in?" "The tub? I didn't bring my suit," Cassie explained. Becky stood up and started untying her halter. "Really Cassie? I think we're old enough to get in there nude. Come on, when was the last time you did anything close to skinny dipping?" With that, Becky's top fell to the floor of the deck, quickly followed by her denim shorts. Standing there in all her naked glory, she spun around with her hands in the air saying, "Come on! It'll be fun. Loosen up, Cassie!" Becky continued to dance around the deck, her small breasts bouncing to the beat of some unheard song. Cassie noticed that her friend was not a natural blonde, which struck her as being really funny. She stood up, pulled her dress over her head and then pulled her panties down, finally giving them a kick into the yard. Becky grabbed her hands, encouraging her to dance. When they stopped dancing, catching their breaths, they clumsily got into the hot tub. It was quiet before Becky let out a little high-pitched sound. "Whup!" "What happened?" "Ha...ha...ha... ha, the jet from the tub just gave me a little tickle you-know-where," Becky told her. "Felt kind of good, you know?" Normally, Cassie would have been at a loss for words, but with just the right amount of alcohol in her, the inhibitions washed away with the water. "Well, it's been a long time since I've been with a man, but I do have my bag of toys in my closet." "Ha! Me too! Oh my God, I feel so good knowing I'm not the only one," Becky explained. "This may sound really bad, but I've actually gone on those sites to read sex stories. Does that make me bad?" "I hope not. Some of my best nights are while I'm reading." Becky moved closer and spoke in a voice that was barely above a whisper. "Then I hope this doesn't make me bad either." Before Cassie could ask her what she meant by that, Becky leaned in and gently kissed her lips. If she had been completely sober, Cassie probably would have recoiled in shock. But the wine and the hot tub had relaxed her to the point where she simply allowed it to happen. Cassie was surprised that she was able to formulate thoughts, and she thought that the kiss was not all that bad. Becky pulled back and looked at her. "I'm not even sure why I did that Cassie. I've never kissed another woman like that - ever." "Well, that was my first time, too. Um...what did you think?" Real Housewives of Atlanta Kim Zolchiak stared at her reflection in the mirror. The tall, blonde-haired and blue-eyed Caucasian gal smiled at herself. She was a skinny blonde-haired white chick. Supposedly the epitome of beauty in the eyes of most Americans. Most people thought she was hot and she knew it. And she was also married to a wealthy man and lived in Atlanta, one of the American South's nicest cities. Not only was she pretty and wealthy, she was also internationally famous and had her own television series. The Real Housewives of Atlanta. Okay, it was a reality series but TV was still TV. Too bad she had to share the spotlight with four other women. For wealthy black women, to be precise. Sometimes, it taxed her nerves not to be the sole center of attention, but Kim knew how to deal. She was a survivor. Tonight, they were guests in her home. She sent her assistant Tianna to open the door, and pasted a fake smile on her nearly flawless features. Kim smiled at her so-called friends and cast mates. To be perfectly honest, Kim couldn't stand any of them and the feeling was decidedly mutual. However, Kim loved attention and being on television pretty much guaranteed that she would be known. These days, she lived in a mansion, staffed with servants and she had her own show. Not bad for a chick who was a waitress and a stripper only a few years ago. Being beautiful and promiscuous allowed her to ensnare some rich guy who thought with his dick rather than his brain. And that's how Kim got where she is today. There was very little difference between Kim and the other women on the show. They were an international, interracial sisterhood of bona fide gold diggers. Here they come now. Sheree Whitfield, the tall, sexy African-American woman with the long black hair and golden brown complexion. Kim's rival in wealth as well as beauty and meanness. They actually got into a hair-pulling argument outside one of Atlanta's nicest restaurants but that was all in the past now. Lisa Wu-Hartwell, a gorgeous woman of African and possibly Asian descent. Like the rest of them, she was wealthy and sexy. She was also a bitch with an attitude. And finally Nene Gregg, a curvy, pleasantly big-bottomed African-American woman with a deep brown complexion. She liked to act like she's the nicest person in the world...until she failed to get her way. That's when her claws came out. That night, the Real Housewives of Atlanta gathered in Kim's living room. Just talking and drinking. The usual stuff for them. While America's economy was in the crapper and most families were struggling to make ends meet, these four ladies were spending money on trivial things like it was going out of style. And they did this in front of the cameras. Why? That's how rich housewives roll in Atlanta. However, this evening which started off slow and boring turned out to be quite exciting. When four women whose husbands seem invisible mix the evils of alcohol and frustration, the result can be quite shocking and decidedly erotic. Stay tuned for more. Kim Zolchiak chugged down the champagne, and smiled as she looked at her so-called friends. Sheree Whitfield had been staring at her all night. Kim smiled. She'd always suspected Sheree was a closet dyke. A down low sister. A closet case. She'd been using every damn excuse to get her hands on Kim lately. Kim found it flattering and funny at the same time. Of course Sheree wanted her. Kim considered herself the most beautiful woman in the world. Wanted by men and women everywhere she went. Of course some moneyed ( yet still ghetto at heart ) black chick like Sheree wanted a piece of her. Kim smiled. It was good to be her. Nene Gregg stirred on the couch as she chatted the night away with her so-called friends Kim Zolchiak, Sheree Whitfield and Lisa Wu-Hartwell. All this drinking and talking was making her horny. She exchanged a knowing look with Lisa and the smile on the other woman's face filled her with the knowledge that they were on the same page. On the couch opposite them, the two most bitter rivals among their little high-class quartet were getting awfully cozy with one another. Kim Zolchiak the ditzy blonde had her tongue down Sheree's throat and the strong black woman appeared to like it. Kim wrapped her arms around Sheree and they kissed passionately. Growing up in the rural South, Kim had always been fascinated by feisty black women but her family wasn't exactly progressive. They didn't think much of lesbianism or interracial relations. So for many years, Kim carried on secretive lesbian affairs with young black women she knew in school and the black female servants at her parents house. Ever since she met the wealthy black women who formed the core of the Real Housewives of Atlanta, Kim had lusted after Sheree Whitfield. The tall, gorgeous and extremely assertive black woman made her knees buckle. And now she was finding out that the feeling was definitely mutual. Sheree Whitfield kissed Kim Zolchiak with all the passion she could muster. All her life, Sheree considered herself a strong black woman. She spoke her mind, handled her business and didn't take crap from anybody. However, this strong black woman had a secret which would shock her family and friends if revealed. Sheree was bisexual, but that's not the biggest secret she had. No, Sheree's secret was a bit more complicated than that. Not only was Sheree into women, but she was really, really into white women. Especially blonde-haired and blue-eyed white women like Kim. Sheree had a submissive streak deep inside herself. And it often came out when she found herself in the presence of attractive mature white women. Sheree looked at Kim adoringly. Kim sat comfortably on the couch and asked Sheree to lick her. Sheree hesitated. Who was Kim to boss her around? One look into Kim's sexy eyes and Sheree felt her resolve melt away. She pulled down Kim's shirt, and noticed with satisfaction that the sexy white woman wasn't wearing any panties. Gently, she spread Kim's shapely legs and breathed in the scent of her pussy. Then she went down on her. Kim looked at Sheree kneeling before her and smiled. Kim always knew that deep down, many of those loud and bossy black women in Atlanta were submissive underneath it all. And she was definitely right in the case of Sheree. The black woman knelt before the white woman a little too quickly. Kim laughed and spread her legs, allowing Sheree greater access to her pussy. Sheree began licking Kim's pussy like pussy licking was going out of style. Meanwhile, Nene and Lisa were getting busy. They were really turned on by the sight of Kim and Sheree going at it. So they decided to do their own thing. Nene spread Lisa's sexy thighs and breathed in the scent of her pussy. Then she began to lick it and probe it with her fingers and tongue. Lisa squealed in delight as Nene's agile tongue darted into her pussy and teased her clit. Lisa ran her hands through Nene's hair as the curvy black woman f feasted on her snatch. This was going to be good. Nene licked Lisa's snatch, muff diving like there was no tomorrow. While going down on Lisa, Nene fingered her own pussy. They went at it like this for some time, they changed things around. They quickly got naked, and then began licking and fingering each other's pussies in the sixty nine position. Lisa feasted on Nene's hairy snatch while Nene licked and probed Lisa's smooth cunt. The two sexy black women knew how to get each other off. Soon both of them were squealing in delight as they rocked each other's world. Meanwhile, Kim was showing Sheree what interracial lesbian domination was all about. After Sheree got done licking Kim's pussy, the tall white woman bent the sturdy black woman over her knee for a good spanking. Sheree cried out in pleasure mixed with pain as Kim gave her a hard spanking. Kim laughed and spanked her harder, emboldened by the sexy black woman's passionate noises. After spanking Sheree's ass for a while, Kim decided to try something new with her eager submissive. Kim looked around and saw her assistant Tianna sitting in a corner, masturbating as she watched the four sexy women doing their thing. Kim smiled. Tianna had always been a voyeur. Kim sent her assistant to get her dildo from the bedroom and ordered Sheree to lick her feet. Obediently, Sheree began licking Kim's toes and caressing her smooth, sexy legs. Tianna came back with the strap-on dildo. Kim smiled and strapped it on. Then she told Sheree to stop licking her feet and assume the position. Sheree hesitated. Kim smacked her hard in the face. Sheree blinked, but didn't say anything. She got on all fours, face down and ass up. Kim smiled, and caressed Sheree's thick black ass. Then she rubbed the dildo against the black woman's pussy. Placing her hands on Sheree's hips, she thrust the dildo up her pussy. Sheree groaned as Kim penetrated her. Kim smacked Sheree's hot ass while fucking her. Kim always fancied black women with big butts. Every time she saw one, she was dying to spank her. Now she finally got to indulge herself. For a brief moment, Kim looked up while fucking Sheree's snatch with her strap-on dildo. She noticed with a certain satisfaction that Nene and Lisa were fucking instead of playing voyeur. Good. They wouldn't be gossiping about Kim's exploits with Sheree anytime soon. Especially since she knew what they were really into. Kim fucked Sheree hard for some time, then they switched things around. Now it was Sheree's turn to wear the strap-on dildo and Kim's turn to play the submissive. Sheree ordered Kim to get on all fours. Not accustomed to being bossed around, Kim hesitated. For this, Sheree smacked her hard. Payback was a bitch. Kim got on all fours, face down and white ass up. Sheree smacked Kim's ass, and then spread the white woman's ass cheeks wide open. Sheree inserted one finger into Kim's asshole and the white woman squealed in protest. Sheree laughed sardonically and told Kim she was getting fucked in the ass. Kim gasped and tried to flee. Sheree wrestled her into submission. Kim felt excitement course through her. Truth be told, she relished the thought of being sexually dominated by a big and strong black woman like Sheree. Kim spread her ass cheeks wide open and waited for Sheree to take her. Sheree spat on Kim's asshole, and then pressed the dildo against the white woman's tight backdoor. With a swift thrust, she shoved the dildo inside. Kim howled as Sheree's dildo penetrated her ass. Kim squealed as Sheree began to fuck her hard and fast, slamming the dildo deep into her asshole. Sheree laughed as she listened to Kim's screams. She always wanted to fuck the arrogant white slut with her own dildo and now she finally had the chance. Let's just say she was making up for lost time. Kim felt Sheree's strong hands grasp her long blonde hair and yank her head back. Sheree slammed the dildo deep inside Kim's asshole. The blonde-haired white woman squealed in pain and pleasure as she experience the ass fucking of the century. Amazingly, she found herself enjoying the experience. She was actually getting off on being dominated by a black woman she considered her rival. She surrendered to Sheree, completely giving herself over to her. And that's what made it the fuck of the century for both of them. When all was said and done, Kim was positively glowing when Sheree pulled the dildo out of her ass. Sheree stood over Kim, grinning victoriously. Kim looked up at Sheree adoringly. The blonde-haired white woman rose to her feet, and wrapped her arms around the strong black woman. She kissed her on the lips, full and deep. Kim Zolchiak heard herself swear her eternal love and fealty to Sheree. When she heard that, Sheree grinned broadly. She smiled at Nene and Lisa, who were wrapped in each other's arms after some truly passionate hot lesbian action. The two sexy black women exchanged a knowing look with Sheree. With a smile, Sheree accepted Kim's pledge. Henceforth, Kim would be Sheree's very willing and very personal submissive in all matters. On and off the show. In and out of bed. Thus concluded a remarkable evening of fun between four extraordinarily beautiful, wealthy women. Real Housewives "Okay, this may sound weird, but it was kind of okay. I mean, I'm not attracted to women. I don't think either one of us is, but it was really kind of okay. What did you think?" Becky asked her. Cassie wasn't quite sure what to say. It wasn't horrible, but it also wasn't anything she had ever thought she'd do. "It wasn't bad. I'm not sure what it was. It was just different." Becky moved in front of Cassie, cupped her face and kissed her once again. This time, there was no hesitation and equal participation from both. In fact it was Cassie who gently pushed her tongue into Becky's mouth. Their tongues played, their arms began to wrap around each other and soon the women were breast to breast, kissing in the hot tub. The warm water swirled around their bodies as they explored each other's mouths for several minutes, until Becky pulled back. Cassie couldn't believe she could still look her friend in the eye. "Wow," she said breathlessly. Becky nodded in agreement. "Yeah, no kidding," she said. "Look, Becky," Cassie started, "I'm not sure what's going on but I definitely never dreamed I'd be kissing another woman, let alone my long-time neighbor." "Well, it's not like I planned it. It just sort of happened. It wasn't bad, was it?" Becky asked. Cassie shook her head. "No, it wasn't bad. It wasn't bad at all." Becky leaned in so they could kiss again. Cassie was nervous, but wasn't sure why. Was it because she was enjoying a sexual encounter with another woman? She had always taught her kids that sexuality between two consenting adults was fine, no matter what their sexes. Cassie's hand went to the back of Becky's head, holding her close. With that kind of encouragement, Becky lightly ground herself against Cassie. Becky's mouth began to travel down her neck, causing a whimper to escape Cassie's mouth. Kissing, nibbling, licking, Becky was feasting on Cassie's wet skin. Cassie arched her back, bringing her breasts to the surface of the water. Becky wasted no time in latching onto one breast, while her hand massaged the other. Cassie's hands left Becky's body to hold onto the sides of the hot tub, making sure her chest was completely accessible to her friend. It was as if sucking on her friend's breast was completely natural. To Cassie, it was as if Becky read her mind about how she would like to be touched. Perhaps a woman instinctively knows how to treat another woman's body. Perhaps it was performing what she would like to have done. It didn't matter to the women that night; they were both hungry for pleasure they hadn't experienced for a while. Cassie reached down and raised Becky's face to hers, hungrily searching out her mouth. She moved forward, pushing Becky toward the other side of the tub and then starting her own exploration. Her small breasts had hard round nipples and they seemed to call to Cassie. She lowered her head and almost completely covered the breast with her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the nipple in between little kisses and gentle bites. Becky moved her hands to the back of Cassie's head, holding her while she tried to push more of her breast into her mouth. "Oh God," Becky muttered as she broke free and pulled Cassie up into a standing position. "We need to go inside. Now!" They quickly wrapped themselves in towels and headed through the door into Becky's bedroom. The only light was from one in the adjoining bathroom. Cassie dropped her towel and playfully pulled Becky's from her body. "Natural blonde? Ha! I don't think so!" Becky laughed and looked down at Cassie. "Well, I would the say the same about you, but someone shaves. I never would have guessed that about you." "I read about it and decided to try. It really feels good underneath my work clothes." Becky grabbed Cassie's hand and pulled her toward the bed. They fell together, mouths kissing, hands exploring, legs intertwined and pelvises moving in an erotic motion. While Becky nursed from Cassie's very ample chest, Cassie dropped her hands and trailed them down Becky's back, massaging her round butt. No words were necessary in this search for pleasure. She pulled her mouth away from Cassie's nipple and began to trail sweet little kisses down her abdomen. Cassie's movements invited Becky to keep going, so she felt completely comfortable reaching between Cassie's legs and massaging the soft flesh she found there. Cassie grabbed the bedcovers and raised her hips, inviting Becky to keep going. Becky gently pushed her finger into Cassie's slit, running it up and down and feeling the hot moisture contained there. She whispered, "I just have to know." Becky moved Cassie's feet and began to spread them. It was as if the air filled with feminine musk. Cassie did not resist as Becky began to trail kisses up her right leg to her hairless valley, kissing even the creases of her legs, and moving down her left leg. Becky wasted no time in kissing her way back up again. Cassie was moaning and moving her hips in a sensual dance. Becky moved her hands under both legs and raised Cassie's knees to open her wide. She starred at the beads of wet that seemed to leak out of Cassie's slit. The sight was irresistible and so she lowered her head to taste them. "Ahhh..." Cassie cried out, almost jumping off the bed. Becky used her thumbs to fully open her now and then ran her tongue from hot, wet hole to clit and back again. She ran her tongue all around the inside, deliberately avoiding the clit. Becky could feel her own juices beginning to form while she played between Cassie's legs. "I need it. I need it," Cassie whimpered. As Becky's lips met the throbbing clit in front of her, she pushed her finger inside of her friend and began to fuck her with it. Cassie's hips began meeting Becky's finger, and her hands grabbed Becky's head and held it tight to her pussy. Remembering what Dave used to do to her, Becky's middle finger slid back to tickle Cassie's other hole. "Oh, God!" Cassie screamed. "Make me cum!" Becky sucked her clit harder and pumped her finger in and out, faster and faster. The body she was feasting on grew tense and Cassie's hips raised high into the air, as a scream pierced the night. Suddenly, Becky's hand was filled with wetness. It was as if that scream drained Cassie's body and she collapsed on the bed. Becky pulled away and kneeled at the end of the bed, watching her friend pant like a tired animal. Crawling up next to her neighbor, Becky whispered, "Are you okay?" Sleepy eyes barely opened, and a lazy smile crossed Cassie's face. "Oh wow. Just...wow." "Glad I could help out," Becky told her. "Now, I'm so horny it's not going to take me long at all. Would you be a real friend and fuck me with my rabbit?" Cassie supposed she should have been shocked, but considering what had just taken place, she couldn't be. She nodded and then watched Becky slide off the bed and go to her closet. She carefully began to unwrap a pink vibrator with rabbit ears that would hug a woman's clit. She pulled out a bottle of Astroglide lube and drizzle it over the toy. Sitting up, Cassie made room for Becky to lie down, kissing her as she took the vibrator from her hand. "Just please tell me if I hurt you." "Cassie," Becky said as she laid back and spread her legs, "stick it in me now because I think I'm going to crawl out of my skin if you don't." As Cassie's trembling hand approached her pussy, and while Becky massaged her own clit, she reached out to guide the rabbit home. Once the vibrator was inside her, Becky showed her how she liked it. Cassie was almost hypnotized by watching the shaft disappear inside her friend and then sliding back out. She looked at the control buttons and turned the clit stimulator on high, trying to keep it close to Becky's clit while moving the toy in and out. Becky was lost in the feeling, pulling on her own nipples and shouting, "Fuck me, fuck me hard!" Her hips bounced up and down on the bed, meeting the hard thrusts that Cassie was giving her. True to her word, it didn't take long before Becky reached for the rabbit and held it tight inside of her while her body shook with orgasmic pleasure. When her hand fell away from the toy, it slipped out her hole, leaving a trail of moisture behind it. Cassie picked it up, turned it off and set it aside. Grabbing an afghan, Cassie crawled next to Becky and covered both of them. Wrapping their arms around each other, they hugged, and exchanged little kisses. Cassie could taste herself on Becky's lips. Eventually they napped. Sometime in the middle of the night, Cassie got up and retrieved her dress from the deck. "Are you going home?" a voice asked in the darkness. "Yeah, I really feel I should," she replied. Becky got up to give her friend a hug. "I'm not saying I'm ready to play for the other team, mind you. But tonight was kind of fun." "It was different, that's for sure. It was different in a good way. And I'm not ready to give up men, but that was really nice, you know?" Becky looked at her with a serious look on her face. "You know, it can happen again, but only if we both really want to, okay?" "Deal. And who knows, maybe we could have a monthly neighborhood Girl's Night," Cassie suggested. "Now wait a minute, Delores and Ruth have each got to be close to ninety. Ruth's daughter is just plain nuts and Divya has a boyfriend now. But," Becky went on, "Terri and Shaina are both single." The friends laughed, kissed good-bye, and retreated to their own beds. The next morning Cassie briefly wondered if it had really taken place, or if she had imagined it. A twinge from her clit told her it was all too real. Who knows what else might happen on Wisteria Lane?