Leesha: What time will you be here tomorrow? Caterer confirmed arrival at 4

Julie: Is 2 early enough? I can do earlier if need be.

Leesha: Make it 12? Need to bring Ellie to pick up her dress.

Julie: Too easy, honey

Jon looked into the bedroom and smiled at his wife, typing furiously on her phone. So many years had passed since that fateful meeting backstage and still he had a hard time tearing his eyes from her. Julie had stripped into her panties and Jon drank in the sight.

Her hips and thighs were a tad wider from birthing two children, light stretch marks on her belly telling a story of each complicated pregnancy. The weight gain and depression, the labor and late night feedings. She was beautiful and his, a confident woman who didn't try to hide from her husband.

"What's got my business lady's attention?" He asked, pulling off his t-shirt and crawling into bed. Jon kissed her arm and nuzzled into her side.

"Party stuff," she said absently, leaning into his touch.

Leesha: In other news, Ethan tried to demand that hussy stay over

Julie: Oh the hell NO! How old does he think he is??

Leesha: An adult apparently. He and DB got into a big fight

Jon's hand slid under the covers and teased Julie's thigh. "Any room in that busy schedule for me?"

"Give me a minute, Rockstar, then I'm all yours," she replied, fingers flying on the touch screen. As she typed, Jon maneuvered the soft panties over Julie's ass and down her legs. He tossed them across the room and wiggled his eyebrows.

Julie giggled at her husband and didn't have the heart to resist. "I can do so much in a minute, Mrs. Bongiovi," he chuckled, kissing down her shoulder and arm. His hand slid between her thighs and Julie licked her lips.

Julie: Ugh...all sorted now? Hope you booted her home too

Leesha: Under control. DB is cleaning as punishment for his angry outburst ;-)

Julie: That's been a while, hasn't it?

Leesha: A few years and yet here we are! Night xx

Julie: Have fun, lady! See you tomorrow. Xx

"Ugh!" Julie groaned and put her phone on the bedside table before killing the light, "Are the girls asleep? Sammy ate so much pizza tonight, I'm surprised she doesn't wake with a belly ache."

"What's up, baby?" Jon said, momentarily giving up his quest, "Ari's reading and Sammy's asleep. There's something else though, isn't there?"

"Honey, didn't you see the way Ari reacted when Ethan bought," Julie's nose crinkled slightly, "Chelsea in the room?"

Jon leaned over Julie and turned her light back on to see his wife as they spoke. "Obviously I missed something that wasn't evident to my mere male eyes," he frowned, "Care to enlighten me a little?"

Julie debated with herself about how much to tell Jon about his daughter's crush on his best friend's son. She sighed and decided on the safer option and said, "I'm not completely sure, but I think Ari may be getting bullied by Chelsea at school."

"Why would Ethan bring a girl like that around if she's like that?"

"Oh please! Cast your mind back to when you were sixteen," Julie smirked, "and tell me what your were thinking about."

Jon thought for a moment before nodding. "Point taken. I thought the sun and moon rose with Dot at the time, and look where that got me? Lema would be pissed if he knew."

"Right? Leesha is pissed!" Julie pulled a face at the mention of his ex-wife then continued, "Ethan wanted Chelsea to stay over and shit hit the fan! That's what the second last messages were about."

"What was the last then?" Jon asked.

Julie smirked at Jon. "Punishment."

"Oh? I need punishment too," Jon chuckled, "I've been a very horny, naughty boy." His hand slipped under the sheet again to graze down her skin.

Julie turned off the light for the second time and turned to her husband. "He's cleaning. Do you still wish to be a naughty boy, Rockstar? I'm happy with horny," she whispered with a smile and kissed him briefly before she moved down his body, disappearing under the covers.

Jon's fingers tangled in Julie's flowing locks, resting his head into the pillows and groaned when he felt her tongue slide up his cock. "What did I do to deserve such a treat?" he asked, pushing the covers down to watch his wife.

"Everything," Julie said simply, swirling around the tip and taking Jon in fully. Her hand stroked behind her mouth and Jon moaned, his hips moving up to meet her. "It's been a while, Rockstar."

"To fucking long, babygirl," Jon replied. "Fuck I missed that warm mouth." Julie took him deep and hummed. Their kids and the business had caused a major shift in their sex life. Jon was happy for any moment he could get alone with her.

The bedroom door swung open and a little voice came through the darkness. "Daddy? My tummy is sore."

Julie stopped mid suck and, with a small sigh of disappointment, quickly moved to her side of the bed as Jon dragged the covers up over his nakedness. Julie heard his small whimpers.

"It's okay Sammygirl," Julie said, scrambling for her robe at the end of the bed, "Daddy's really tired, let him sleep, okay?" Julie squeezed his hand as she left the room to take care of their daughter, "C'mon honey, let's go find something to help your tummy." She shut the door and took Sammy to the bathroom.

*~*Leesha and David*~*

"Dad, what the fuck!" Ethan shouted once Chelsea's car was a safe distance down the driveway.

David's face was flushed and his breathing labored with anger. "Who the fuck do you think you are, Ethan Alexander Bryan," he growled at his son. Leesha hurried Janelle upstairs to her room and told her not to come out. "You think I don't know about you fucking girls in my house? Now you're prancing them around like a fucking prize?!"

"Oh like you didn't! I've heard the stories of you fucking ten chicks in one day, and you're worried about me having one?!" Ethan's voice raised to the same octave of David's, his chest puffed up and ready for a fight.

"I didn't disrespect my parent's home in the process and I sure as hell wasn't 16!"

"You're not a saint, FATHER! You're a fucking hypocrite!" David's hand came down with a loud slap against his son's cheek.

"Ethan!" Leesha piped in.

"Quiet, woman!" David snapped and Leesha gave him a cold glare. "This is my home, you arrogant little shit! You won't embarrass me or your mother in front of our friends again ..."

Ethan sneered in David's face. "Or you'll do what, old man?" David's eyes flashed and he wrapped his hand around Ethan's neck, slamming him into the wall.

"David stop!" Leesha exclaimed desperately, rushing up and trying to break David's grip. She looked between her son and husband, Tico's voice ringing in the back of her head. Her tone dropped to a low and firm growl. "David. Let him go."

David's arm dropped at his wife's words, his son not daring to move, and muttered, "Yes, Mistress."

Ethan inhaled sharply at his Dad's words. "Mom," he said confused at the sudden shift in David's face.

"Go to bed, Ethan. Now," Leesha replied, not breaking eye contact with David. Ethan slowly side-stepped along the wall, watching as his Mom and Dad stared at each other.

"I'm sorry, Mistress," David muttered.

"Be quiet," Leesha replied. When she heard the door slam, she spanked David's ass hard and said, "I thought you had finally learned how to control your anger and not allow it to boil over. I'm very disappointed in you, David."

David bowed his head and nodded. "Yes, Mistress." He gasped when her hand smacked him twice more. Given the height difference, Leesha was able to stand chest to chest with David and looked up at him, brown eyes on blue.

"Take off your shirt. Get in the kitchen and clean every dish, pot and pan. I want them spotless, dried, put away and I don't wanna hear one word from you," she commanded. "You're to think about how you treated me and our son tonight, how you can resolve it with Ethan and make it up to me. Now go."

"Yes, Mistress," David replied and hurried into the kitchen. He laid his shirt in a chair and set to work. Leesha took up her phone from the counter and sat on the sofa, keeping David within sight. She stretched her legs out over the cushions and texted the events of the night to Julie.

Once David had finished all the dishes, he moved around the kitchen cleaning off all the countertops, the fridge, stove and oven. All leftovers were wrapped up and put away. "Shut all the lights off."

"Yes, Mistress," David said quietly. He followed her command without hesitation, the mansion was plunged into darkness and he armed the house's security system.

The only light was a dim orange from the lamp beside his wife and from the monitor showing all the exterior camera feeds. Leesha was finishing up her work when David came over and handed her a glass of wine.

"Get down on your knees." David sunk to the floor and bowed his head. "You finished everything?" Leesha asked.

"Yes, Mistress."

"And you realize how much of a shitheaded cunt you were to us?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Say it," she growled.

"I was a shitheaded cunt to you and our Son, and I humbly beg for your forgiveness, Mistress," David whispered.

Leesha smirked and sipped her wine. "Well let's see how you've decided to get back into my good graces."

"Yes, Mistress." David leaned his head in to kiss Leesha's feet, rubbing them with his hands. He tried to remove her stockings, but she pushed one foot against his face.

"Did I tell you to take anything off me?" She asked with a sneer. "Did you earn the right to undress me, slave?"

"No, Mistress. I apologize, Mistress," he replied. His lips trailed up her legs and thighs as she finished her wine, whimpering when she stood and walked towards the hallways.

"Crawl to me, slave," she demanded. David got on all fours and slowly followed her through his office and into their playroom. Leesha slammed the door and locked it, forcing David onto his back and glaring down at him. "Such a pathetic excuse for a man."

David drank in the sight of her stockings and garter belt under the black skirt she wore. He watched as she slid her skirt and thong off, shoving it into his mouth and her essense dancing on his tongue.

Leesha spread her legs over him and stroked her clit lovingly, eyes locked on David and dipped into her wetness, swirling her finger between her wet folds. She licked the juices off and smirked, crouching over him to hover her pussy an inch or two from his lips.

"How do my panties taste?" David could only blink his eyes slowly, growling playfully when she wrestled them from his mouth. Leesha slapped David across the face. "Disgusting creature."

"Yes, Mistress," David replied.

"Now apologize to your Mistress. No hands." David stretched up and dragged his tongue bottom to top, flicking over the clit and suckling each fold between his lips. Leesha lowered herself to sit on him, rocking her hips and grinding herself into his face.

Leesha grabbed David's hair and reached back to slap his hardening cock. A small moan of escaped him and his sucked back on her hard nub. He penetrated her with his tongue and Leesha's juices dripped onto him. From clit to asshole, he indulged in his wife.

"Oh that's it. Be my good little boy," she groaned and rubbed her clit furiously. "Open up." She leaned back and David opened his mouth for her, flicking out his tongue. He whimpered as his wife came hard, squirting over his face and into his waiting mouth.

"Ah..oh thank you, Mistress. Mmm, thank you," David moaned quietly, licking his lips and of every drop.

"Don't think I'm done with you yet," she cooed and stood. "Pants off and kneel on the bed." David did as he was told and his blood ran cold when he saw Leesha pick up a 3-tailed bullwhip, wooden paddle and knife. "Time for the real fun."

David exhaled and breathed, "Yes, Mistress."