'Honey' 'Sweetheart' & 'Sugar'

"All right, that's enough," Valencia ordered, still blushing.

"She's sweet, but she's not much fun, is she?" Dan asked Jenna, nodding toward Valencia.

"Okay, now, let's see..." Jenna said as she dug through Dan's desk drawer.

She produced shave gel and disposable razor.

"Aw, come on Honey, I don't have time..." Dan complained, then shut his mouth as she applied the gel to his face.

"Good God, Sweetheart; takes all of what? Two minutes?" Jenna asked, already whisking through his five o'clock shadow.

In less than thirty seconds, she'd finished and used a tissue to wipe his face clean of any foam residue.

"There, now let's see," Jenna said and kissed him passionately. "Mmm hmm, kissably soft and smooth."

"Let's see," Valencia demanded and sucked Dan's tongue into her mouth.

"You work tomorrow?" Jenna asked Valencia as they gathered the food wrappers.

"No, but my butt had better be at Baylor Lake Baptist Church at eight fifty nine tomorrow morning," Valencia admitted. "Not nine o'clock, not nine oh one; my butt better be in my seat before J. P. Wright starts preaching the Word of God."

"Good God, he's still there?" Dan asked, already back at work.

"Yeah; you know him?" Valencia asked.

"Where Beatrice and I got married; think she still goes there," Dan admitted.

"But we usually get out about eleven thirty, twelve o'clock," Valencia suggested.

"And Sweetheart's probably going to be here," Jenna said as the two women left the office.

They returned to the large home, drank a few fruity concoctions, while smoking a few joints. They then took a few more joints into the large bathroom and jumped into the fire engine red whirlpool bath.

"You ever, you ever think about shaving this?" Jenna asked, lightly tugging on Valencia's pubic hair.

"Yeah," she drowsily agreed.

Soon, Valencia was seated on a hard chair, legs spread wide, knees looped over the arm rests. Jenna knelt between her legs and applied menthol foaming gel to Valencia's crotch.

"Ooh!" Valencia moaned.

Jenna carefully scraped away the foam, left hand pulling the skin taut while her right hand guided the razor blade.

"Now let's see how good a job I did..." Jenna said and ran her tongue over Valencia's smooth mound.

Another application of foaming gel, another few swipes with the razor, and Valencia's pussy was as smooth as Dan's face.

"Mmm, so tasty looking!" Jenna declared and Valencia moaned in pleasure as Jenna lapped up and down her purplish pink slit.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Janna drove Valencia home, then drove back to Babbage's. The night security guard let her in and she rode the elevator to Dan's office.

"Hi Honey," Dan smiled, then lost his smile at his wife's unsteady gait. "Honey, are you drunk?"

"I sure hope so," Jenna giggled, flopping onto the leather couch. "Or my tolerance level's really gone up."

"Honey, you know I really do not like it when you drive drunk," Dan admonished his wife.

"Had to get Sugar home," Jenna declared. "Remember? Her butt has to be in her seat at eight fifty nine and not a minute later."

"Then you wait until I get home," Dan said forcefully

"Oh, Sweetheart's mad," Jenna said and began to cry.

"Yes, Sweetheart's mad; suppose you had hurt someone? Like Sugar? Or you?" Dan said.

"God, I'm such a horrible wife; why don't you find someone better, huh?" she wailed. "Huh? Someone who can give you babies?"

Dan sighed; arguing, talking with Jenna would do no good when she was this far gone. Obviously she'd had more than three joints and some alcohol on top of that.

He returned to the computer, looking over the previous year's Shipping/Receiving ledgers, and now that he knew what he was looking for, he could pinpoint exactly when Alfred Lawson had started stealing from him.

Jenna woke up and wobbled to the elevator with Dan, still mumbling apologies. She fell asleep in the Mercedes and woke slightly when he took her out of the passenger seat and carried her up to their bedroom.

"Love you, Sweetheart," she mumbled and Dan pursed his lips tightly.

He did not like marijuana; tolerated it for Honey's sake. But he had made one request; that she not smoke it in their bedroom. He considered, and she knew he considered the bathroom to be part of their bedroom. Yet, there was an ashtray on the floor next to the whirlpool tub, the remnants of five joints in it.

He sprayed the air with pine-scented air freshener, then let the cold water out of the tub. His cock did swell slightly at the thought of the brown skinned Valencia and the pale skinned Jenna, lying nude in the tub, bodies wet and glistening with the water.

He dropped the four soggy towels into the hamper, sprayed the bathroom again, then left the bathroom

In church the next morning, slightly hung over from the alcohol and marijuana, and slightly nauseous because the air conditioning was not working, Valencia sat with Kenya and Aurora.

She prayed that J.P. Wright would have mercy on them; most of the congregation was fanning themselves in the sweltering building. The old man looked very uncomfortable in his ill-fitting suit, but gave no indication that this would be a short service.

Valencia tugged the hem of her leopard print dress down; if she was not careful, someone would be able to see up the short dress, see that she wore no panties under the short dress. They'd also see that she had a bald pussy.

Despite her discomfort, Valencia did smile slightly as she remembered how much fun it had been, having Honey shave her snatch for her.

As he launched into his dry, thin delivery, the Reverend Wright did remind his congregation that the reason they had no air conditioning was because Satan had directed some of his servants to strip their air conditioning units of any saleable materials.

"Who do you think created drugs?" the man warbled. "Do you think our brother Jesus did? Do you think God did?"

He finally relented when an older woman fainted but urged his congregation to pray for a quick repair to their air conditioning.

The old man stood outside the door, greeting his church members by name when he could remember their names, by 'Brother' or 'Sister' when he couldn't.

Valencia's mother reached out a dainty hand to the man and squeezed the man's hand, then reached out for his wife's hand.

Next to the Reverend Wright, Joanie, his dour faced wife pasted a smile on her face and greeted the attractive black women and her five black children.

Joanie was extremely prejudiced; believing that African people were actually the descendants of Cain. God had said He would put a mark on Cain, and Joanie truly believed that this meant God turned Cain from good, pure and wholesome white to the ugly black skin.

But she also recognized that their money blended in just fine with white money.

Their 1974 four door Chevy Nova also had no air conditioning and Valencia sweated, wedged in between Trenton and Kenya. Aurora and Austin and Momma sat in the back seat, also sweating.

"We need go anywhere, Momma?" Trenton asked before turning onto their street.

"Say no, please say no, please say no," Valencia muttered and Kenya giggled.

"Grocery store," their mother said and Valencia sighed.

Finally, they were backing home and Valencia retrieved her cell phone. Momma did not even let them carry their phones on mute or vibrate. She saw that her father had left a message and called him back.

David Leland was a good, hard-working man, and when he found out that he'd gotten the attractive black woman pregnant, had offered to marry her, and even adopt the two year old Trenton.

Mattie Waggamon had smiled, kissed him and told him 'no.' He was a good, honest man, but she knew his father, knew his brother, and knew that they were racist drunkards.

But David Leland sent her fifty dollars a week, every week, and spent as much time with his daughter as his job on the oil rigs would allow. When David met Nicole Rawls, he made sure the cute blonde knew he had a bi-racial daughter, and that daughter was a part of his life.

Valencia had believed that the woman loved her just as much as her momma and her daddy and expressed her love for Nicole.

Until one day, Valencia had accidentally broken a dish in Nicole's antique plate collection.

Nicole slapped Valencia across her face and screamed 'N*gger!' at the girl.

The nine year old girl held in her tears, refusing to give the blonde the satisfaction of seeing her cry, and snarled, "I want to go home."

"Darling, I'm so sorry," Nicole sobbed, trying to hug the girl.

"Don't touch me," Valencia snarled, backing away. "I said, I want to go home. Now."

Daddy apologized, Nicole tried to apologize, but Valencia now knew, to her step-mother, she was an embarrassment, she was a n*gger.

But Daddy continued to send money, continued to send birthday gifts, Christmas gifts, and called her every Sunday that he was in town.

"Hi Daddy," she said, smiling, when her father answered his phone.

"And how's my beautiful girl?" David asked.

They chatted, about nothing in particular; they had very little in common. He was an avid football, baseball, and basketball fan. Valencia was not. He loved heavy metal music, Valencia liked music you could dance to. He had dropped out of high school, a fact he truly regretted now, and she planned to go to college.

And he was married to Nicole, and had three boys by the woman and Valencia did not trust Nicole. She did love her three half-brothers, remembering their birthdays and sending them cards.

She even sent Nicole a birthday card every year.

But her Daddy did love her and Valencia truly loved him.

"Nicole says 'hey,'" he said.

"Uh huh," Valencia said and frowned when a 'beep' sounded in her ear. "Listen, Daddy, I been waiting on this call and it's just now coming in, okay?"

"Hey, um, next Sunday, you come over for lunch?" David asked.

"Sure," Valencia agreed.

"Great!" David enthused, hoping it would be the chance for Valencia and Nicole to mend the nearly ten year old rift.

"She said 'hey' and said she'll come over for lunch next week," David told his wife.

"And at the last minute, she'll find something else she just has to do and too fucking badly for us," Nicole thought, but plastered a smile on her face for his benefit.

"Valencia!" Mattie called out. "Lunch!"

"Hang on, be right there," Valencia called back, trying to listen to the message Jenna had left while she was on the phone with Daddy.

"No, not hang on, lunch is ready," Momma called out again.

They held hands, blessed their meal, blessed one another, and then dug in.

After helping Aurora with the dishes, Valencia was finally able to retrieve her cell phone and listen to Jenna's message.

The message itself was what she would expect from Jenna; declarations of love, declarations of missing her.

But the tone in Jenna's voice really worried her.

At his home, Dan watched as Jenna sat in the sun room, staring out at the fairway for the first tee.

Dan had gone to work, looked over the schedule and decided that he'd return home.

It was Sunday, usually a fairly light sales day for the exclusive store. There were a floor manager for the first, second, and third floor, along with most department managers, or assistant managers on duty as well.

"If they need me, they know how to get me," Dan decided, set his office telephone to forward all calls to his cell phone, and left the office.

Jenna had been slightly hung over that morning, but had tried to initiate sex. Still upset with her, Dan had refused, not realizing just how deeply that refusal would hurt her.

Upon his return, she was sullen and uncommunicative with him

Now, as she sat and stared, a foursome played the tee and Jenna barely noticed them.

Dan dug Jenna's cell phone out of her purse, checked the time and deduced that Valencia must be out of church by now. Her number had been the last one Jenna dialed, so he just hit 'Send' and waited.

"Hey," Valencia answered on the first ring.

"Hi Sugar, it's me," Dan smiled.

"Hi Sweetheart," Valencia said and immediately told him that Honey had left her a message and Honey did not sound good.

"Can I come get you; that's why I'm calling," Dan admitted. "I'm worried about her too."

When Dan announced he was running an errand, Jenna just nodded and kissed him softly.

"Aw, Dog!" Austin gasped as the highly polished red sports car stopped in their parking lot.

Before he could even wonder the reason for such an automobile being there, his oldest sister skipped down the stairs and approached the automobile.

An older white man got out, kissed Valencia on the lips, and then opened the passenger door.

"You look beautiful, Sugar," Dan smiled.

"You do too, Sweetheart," Valencia said, putting her hand on his leg, close to his crotch.

Jenna heard the door of the garage go up, then back down, then heard the kitchen door open. Outside, an older man was showing a young boy how to swing the club. Even though the glass of the sun room was unbreakable, she still jerked back when the boy's swing sliced the ball directly for the window.

A loud 'boing!' was heard and the boy looked horrified. The old man simply laughed and waved toward the house.

"Hi Honey," Valencia whispered into Jenna's ear.

"Oh Sugar, I could have killed us both," Jenna broke into sobs and hugged the girl.

"But you didn't; let it go," Valencia counseled, running her fingers through Jenna's long rid hair.

She then lightly scratched the back of Jenna's head, lightly massaging the woman's scalp.

"Oh Sugar," Jenna moaned and the two women kissed.

Dan brought in three fairly large drinks and the three sat in silence, Valencia still massaging Jenna's scalp with her fingernails.

"Oh, this is good; what is this?" Valencia asked as she tasted her drink.

"Mimosa," Dan said and smiled as a girl bent over to put her ball on the tee.

Her shorts were already quite short, but when the Brunette bent over, the shorts pulled up snugly into the crack of her ass, showing off nearly her entire backside.

"Quit looking at that when you have two women right here," Jenna ordered, smiling.

"Two women I have right here aren't showing me their butts and she is," Dan said and smiled as the brunette, rear end still quite exposed, flubbed her shot.

"Oh, we can take care of that," Valencia declared, stood, pulled her dress off, and then sat back down.

"Just like that," Jenna agreed and dropped her skirt to the floor, then shrugged out of her tank top.

"Sugar, when did you..." Dan asked, running a finger over Valencia's smooth pussy.

"Yesterday," Valencia said, spreading her legs for his finger.

"Doesn't she look delicious?" Jenna asked and delved a finger into Valencia's pussy.

"She really does," Dan agreed and sank to his knees in front of Valencia.

"Sweetheart!" Valencia cried out. "Those people... They're looking right at us!"

"Windows are tinted; they can't see," Jenna assured the girl and took one of Valencia's small brown nipples into her mouth.

"Oh!" Valencia sighed, truly enjoying the naughtiness of having her two lovers servicing her, with a foursome playing golf just forty feet away.

"Put that cock in me," she begged to Dan.

He rapidly pulled off pull over shirt and khakis and boxers, to drive himself into the hairless pussy in one fluid motion. She locked her legs around his narrow waist and pulled Jenna's hot sucking mouth off her nipple. The two women kissed and Valencia felt her orgasm coming quickly.

"Can they hear us?" she panted to Jenna as Dan's cock pounded her pussy.

"What? No, no Sugar, they can't see or hear us," Jenna giggled.

"Ah, shit!" Valencia cried out, pussy clamping down on Dan's cock.

"Oh damn, oh shit," he grunted and pumped his semen into her pussy.

Dan slumped and Valencia kissed his face over and over until he smiled and returned her kisses.

"Oh, Sugar, I just love the way you and Sweetheart taste," Jenna enthused and started lapping at Valencia's raw, angry looking slit when Dan pulled his cock out.

He got up and wobbled out of the room.

Dan returned a moment later, and Jenna smiled over her shoulder as he lined his cock up with her overheated pussy.

Because he had already ejaculated into Valencia, Dan was able to give his wife a very vigorous pounding.

Because she had just enjoyed a hard orgasm, Valencia was quick to come again under Jenna's oral assault.

"Ah, oh God, Sweetheart!" Jenna cried out. "Oh God! What's gotten into you? Oh that's so fucking good!"

Dan finally couldn't hold back and felt as if he was pumping a gallon of his semen into his wife, even though he knew that was an impossibility. But he would move to pull his cock out of her clutching pussy and would feel yet another spurt of his semen flow.

"I think I need a nap," Jenna wheezed when her man finally did pull out of her.

"I think I need a drink," Valencia panted.

"A drink. And a nap," Dan concurred.

Dan fixed three more large Mimosas, which they drank, sitting in the sun room, watching golfers through the large window. Then, they languidly walked up the stairs, arm in arm in arm.

Valencia woke when she felt the bed shake and heard Jenna's gasp of ecstasy. She looked over and saw Dan laying down while his wife bounced up and down on his erection.

"I'm next," she declared, kissing Dan.

She then got onto her knees and kissed Jenna, playing with Jenna's swinging and swaying breasts.

"Shit," Dan grunted, the erotic sight of the brown skinned girl kissing his pale skinned wife too much for his libido.

Valencia quickly glued her mouth to Jenna's pussy when Jenna dismounted. She sucked and licked Jenna's puffy pussy, trying to get all of Dan's semen.

"Oh, shit!" Jenna cried in orgasm.

Dan's cock revived quickly, watching his wife's pussy being eaten.

"Oh!" Valencia cried out as Dan knelt behind her and drove himself into her willing pussy with one hard thrust.

(O)(O) (O)(O)

Valencia had no idea how much the Ferrari cost, but since neither Honey nor Sweetheart seemed to care, she wasn't nervous driving the high powered sports car.

She pulled up to church with twenty minutes to spare, parking next to the 1974 Nova.

"I just knew I was going to have kill you," Mattie smiled when Valencia sat down on the hard wooden bench.

"Thank God they got that air conditioning fixed," Valencia commented, tugging self-consciously on the hem of her short white dress.

The cooler temperature seemed to invigorate Reverend Wright; he whined and droned on and on, endlessly in his thin voice.

Finally, he seemed to run out of things to whine about and they were allowed to leave.

"That, you drove that?" Austin asked, seeing the Ferrari.

"Yeah, Honey let me borrow it see my Daddy," Valencia shrugged.

"What kind of car is that?" Mattie asked, squinting at the gleaming automobile.

"Ferrari, I think; yeah, that's what she called it," Valencia said.

"You going see your daddy?" Aurora asked.

"Uh huh," Valencia said, unlocking the door of the car.

"D.J. going be there?" the girl asked.

"I guess; want me tell him you said hi and you love him?" Valencia teased.

Aurora had met David Junior, D.J. as he was called by the Leland family, and the girl had decided that she was in love.

For his part, even though at age six, girls were yucky, D.J. seemed to be quite fond of the six year old girl with the long black hair and light brown skin. Since then, even though they'd only seen each other five or six times in three years, that fondness had not dissipated.

"Don't you dare!" Aurora screamed.

"Um, unless he says he loves me first," she amended.

"Hi Daddy," Valencia said into the speaker on the dash.

"Knew it," Nicole grumbled.

"Hi, what's up?" David asked, already dreading the confrontation he would be sure to have with Nicole.