Free New Balls Please (Ball Games #3) by Andie M. Long

glance down at my flour and icing covered jeans. I need to lie because I’m supposed to look lovely at all times.
    'Erm, a black skirt and a white blouse.' Have I got to go meet him at the hospital or something?
    'And what's under that skirt. Lacy panties?'
    Omg, is he phone sexing me? Shit.
    'Yes. A black lacy thong.'
    I sit on the sofa and switch the laptop on while I'm on the phone. While he's chatting, I skim Facebook. He talks about me putting a finger in myself. I'm sorry, but the only place my fingers are going is in the cake mix.
    'Now… use two fingers.'
    I stick them up at the phone.
    I imagine what it'd be like if I was excited and I breathe a bit heavier and say, 'Oh, Tim.' In reality, I'm up and checking on the cake pops to make sure they're drying okay.
    'Now you're feeling my balls, describe it.'
    I peer at the cake pops. 'They're lovely and round, warm to the touch and I want them in my mouth.'
    He groans. I don't know where he is at work but I hope he's somewhere soundproof. We can't do with him getting the sack from revealing his sacs.
    'Tell me about taking my penis in your mouth.'
    I have an idea. I pick up the cake pop. It's so fucking gorgeous. As I eat it, I make the most terrific moaning noises. The not quite set icing dribbles down my chin.
    'Describe it.'
    'I've been sucking you so hard, so damn hard, and your cum has dribbled down my chin.’ I bite into the cake pop where there's a runny chocolate centre.
    'Mmmm, so good.'
    I hear him come on the other end of the phone.
    'Oh, Dora babe, did you?'
    'Oh, Tim. It was truly amazing.'
    'See you later, kitten.'
    Honestly, I have to bite my lip so I don't fucking miaow at him.
    I get ready for tonight. At least he can't go on about sex while the children are with us. Even if they are adults, he will draw that line. Well, the old Tim would. I've no idea about this one.
     

Chapter Eleven
     
    Dora
     
    We meet at Camille's chosen venue at eight pm. She looks beautiful in a red shift dress. Even my son Tyler has put on a smart shirt and trousers. They've both brought their partners, Dylan, and Lindsay. Dylan's busy chatting to Tim. They have their heads together and appear to be scheming, then they high five each other. What's that all about? I'm the one who plans things for birthdays and stuff so they’d better behave. I sigh. Who am I kidding? I have no voice as long as I’m playing the submissive housewife, and the kids are growing up and doing their own thing anyway. I sit quietly and eat my meal. When desert comes, I've asked the staff to bring out the cake pops. That’s one thing I’m proud of. My daughter’s face lights up when she sees them. Fixed atop a cake base, they're multicoloured, like the balls in the ball pool at Kid Zone.
    'Oh my God, Mum, that's amazing.'
    She gives me a massive hug and whispers in my ear. 'Are you and Dad okay? You seem really quiet. It’s not like you.'
    'Yeah, we’re fine, love,' I tell her. I can't really say ‘your dad’s turned into a sex fiend and I'm fucking knackered trying to be some kind of fifties housewife,’ can I?
    As usual, we put money in her card so she can buy what she wants. For the finale, we sing a loud and embarrassing round of Happy Birthday.
    Then Tim stands up, saying he has an extra present for her.
    From his pocket, he takes out a folded piece of paper. I see the drawing on it and my heart thuds so hard I could pass the fuck out. The drawing, I know off by heart, was crayoned by Camille when she was about eight. It's a picture of me, her father, her, Tyler and a vicar. It says on it, please marry my mum . I was heartbroken when she drew this. Tim ignored it, saying he wasn't changing his mind because of a child's drawing, adding that the week before she'd drawn herself with a pet unicorn.
    'Camille, do you remember this?' he asks her.
    'Er, yes.'
    'Well, your mum leaving last weekend made me think that I never want to lose her again. It was far too easy for her to walk out of that