Robbie smiled from the doorway at her sleeping kids, who had both crawled inside her own bed with her last night. They were her perfect little angels.
A far cry from the slut their mom was.
Still in her pajamas, Robbie walked into the kitchen and prepared the two girls's breakfast as she thought over her life during the last six months.
The main thing on Robbie's mind was how depressed she still was from the divorce.
Many people, mostly Elizabeth's friends, assumed that Robbie didn't care about her ex wife at all, otherwise she wouldn't have slept around so much.
The truth was that she had been having a *lot* of trouble moving on from Elizabeth, who she genuinely loved in spite of everything.
In spite of everything, Elizabeth was her soulmate. She *love* loved her.
It hurt to have people talk shit about her saying that Elizabeth deserved better as if Robbie was some horrible person, the person who had provided for her for years.
The guilty part of her felt like she was though.
Before The Great Change, Robbie had never even thought once about cheating on Elizabeth. Not *once*, even when Lucretia had been openly flirting with him at work or when a couple of other women had come on to him.
When the world changed though, when Robbie had become young again and her body became traffic stopping gorgeous and she was unable to throw a rock without hitting a dozen other ridiculously hot, young and gorgeous women, that vow of always remaining faithful had become so much harder to keep.
A dam broke inside her.
And by dam, she meant her vagina.
All those pretty girls with their perfect bodies, perfect mommy milkers, their sexy pouts...
My my, how could she resist them?
"One of Us" by Abba started playing on the radio as she was cooking the omelettes and bacon. Robbie loved that song, humming along to it, mentally sighing at how so appropriate it was to her situation.
At least she still had her children.
When the divorce was first being carried out, Robbie had strongly opposed being a "weekend mom" where Billie and Megan barely saw her. She wanted to be an important part of their lives.
Thankfully, Elizabeth had agreed with Robbie that the kids needed both of their mothers, and the two had hashed out a joint custody plan that worked out for both of them.
Robbie had silently mouthed "thanks" to her from across the table as Robbie's lawyer explained the new set up to them.
It was a typical 2-2-3 arrangement. Elizabeth would have the kids for Monday and Tuesday, and then Robbie for Wednesday and Thursday, and Elizabeth for Friday and the weekend. Then they would alternate.
Which meant that Robbie couldn't have Lucretia or some floozy(Or several) she met at the bar or on Tinder over at the apartment to have fun just whenever, she had to plan it around days whenever the kids weren't there.
As sex positive and anti slut shaming as Robbie was now(Not that being a slut was nearly as big of a deal as when men were around, but Robbie still ran into judgy women every now and then), she didn't want either one of her kids accidentally walking in on her when she was getting dicked by some rando with a strap on.
Robbie wondered if this was her life now, just an attractive set of fun bags to be fondled and a hole to be filled. Was this all there is?
Eventually, Billie and Megan crawled out of bed when they smelled the fried bacon cooking in the pan.
"Morning, mommy!" they screamed and ran to hug her.
Maybe not.
**
"It's really beautiful, isn't it?" Logan said.
Logan and Allison were watching the sun rise over the ocean in Portland, Maine on a mostly deserted beach, hand in hand.
"Oh yes, gorgeous. The beach is always prettiest first thing in the morning" Allison said.
"I was talking about you, silly" Logan giggled as she kissed Allison, groping her breast through her pink tank top.
Allison relented, allowing her wife to dominate her onto the sandy beach.