This is the rework of a self-published auto-biographical story (2008), rewritten for this blog. Names of characters have been changed.
Content warning: mental and physical abuse, misogyny.
Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in getting up every time we do.
Continued from… Odette (1)
To Annie’s surprise, Odette was home. In turn, Odette was pleasantly surprised with their unexpected visit. While they chatted, Annie noticed that Fred couldn’t keep his eyes off Odette’s breasts, where her slightly hard nipples pushed against the inside of her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Odette noticed Fred’s glances, but didn’t seem to mind.
Knowing enough of Fred by now, Annie that he was already picturing himself in bed with Odette. For some or other reason the idea of the two of them having sex didn’t raise any negative feelings in Annie. She wondered if the reason for his was that she regarded Odette a friend. Without any set appointment, Annie and Fred left about three hours later. That same evening Odette called. Annie answered the phone.
“Hi, Annie, I have nothing to do. It it okay if I come over or do you have other plans?” Odette asked.
“We don’t have any other plans,” Annie said, with a questioning look at Fred, who gestured for her to get on and tell Odette to come over. She did. When Odette divorced her husband, the children stayed with him as she didn’t want to disrupt their lives. This gave her all the freedom to go about life anyway she wanted. Her bubbly personality attracted people, which was evident in the fact that she had a big circle of friends, but even then there were obviously nights she had nothing to do and nowhere to be.
“Great, I’m in the mood for a good fuck,” Odette said straight from the shoulder.
After her conversation with Odette, Annie noticed Fran’s disappointment with this new development. Yes, Annie couldn’t help to think, normally I would be the unhappy one;, this time it’s Fran.
Before the fun started later that evening, they had dinner. Once they retired to the bedroom, Odette candidly joined Annie and Fran for a bath. Fred readied the massage table while the women were in the bathroom. When he returned from the bathroom, Annie and Fran were already spreading talcum powder on Odette’s back. They had decided not to use oil again like the last time with Helena, as it had left an unpleasant taste in their mouths.
For the first time when a third woman joined them, everyone had fun. No one felt left out; no one watched the others closely. Everyone just did what he or she felt like doing and everyone enjoyed everything. Odette, despite having admitted she was lesbian, still enjoyed making love to a man. For the first time since Fred started his foolishness to have a third woman join them, Annie felt they were all acting like adults.
At the end of the evening, they all were exhausted, but content. Odette spent the night with Fred.
Odette had brought her own alarm clock, because she had to work. She left early, but early in the afternoon she was back on the smallholding. She simply walked back into the house.
Her jovial voice made them smile, and it was as if she had been part of the household for years.
“Odette,” Fred asked early that evening when they were all sitting outside, watching the fire burn, “what kind of work do you do?”
“I work at a paint shop.”
“Close to where I live.”
“Do you get your paint at cost price?”
“Yes, I do. Why? Do you need paint?” Odette asked, since she had long caught on to where Fred was going.
“Yes, the roof and the window frames have to be painted. What kind of paint will I have to use?”
The conversation got technical. Odette promised to arrange paint for Fred, and he could pick it up in the coming week. He would have to pay a reduced price for it, but it would still be much less than he would normally have paid anywhere else.
A number of aspects made the weekend with Odette special.
Odette was a very outgoing person, almost to the point of being unruly. Fred, who almost never laughed, enjoyed her company so much that they now frequently heard his roaring laughter. Odette never once allowed Fred to claim her attention. She perfectly divided her attention between the three adult residents of the smallholding. One moment she chatted to Fred outside and the next, she helped Fran and Annie in the kitchen. Even Fran started to feel at ease with Odette around.
Their sexual escapades were more relaxed with Odette there than it was with any of the other women who had joined them. Even though Fred didn’t have sex with Odette or climaxed at all on the two evenings she was there, he seemed more content than he had been in months.
“When are you coming over again?” he asked when Odette left that afternoon. Annie and Fran didn’t even hide their surprise when they heard his question.
And Odette’s answer?
“As soon as possible!”
To be continued… Odette (3)
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