Stick With Me!

Dee’s sweeping under the couch when the damn broom won’t reach. She gets on her belly, crawls in belly-first, gets her arm hooked on something unseen. Now her ass is high, waist stuck, legs splayed like an open offer. Rachael shows up on time, spots the wife caught like prey and grins—slow, hungry. Kneels. Hands greedy on Dee’s thigh, palm sliding up where skin meets cotton, pushing fabric, cupping heat, pressing right into her through her clothes. Dee snaps that this isn’t the time; Rachael just laughs and keeps going, fingers slipping under the hem, finding slick cotton and wet heat beneath. Dee twists, tries to crawl free, but the angle only pushes her deeper. Heat blooms low in her gut. Fuck it. They both know the next move. Rachael’s already undoing the button on Dee’s jeans with one hand and sliding the other between Dee’s thighs, two fingers stroking slow circles over her clit through soaked panties, breath hot against Dee’s ass. Nobody walking away unsatisfied.