“How about you, me, and your husband?” Marissa offered.
That made Sophie’s eyes go wide. “Hell no. He’d never go for that sort of thing!”
“But would you?” Marissa asked while running her fingers down from Sophie’s shoulder to her side and rested her fingers lightly on the athletic woman’s hip. Silently Sophie willed her to move her fingers four more inches and touch her p***y, but Marissa remained deaf to her silent pleas. After a moment Sophie realized what she had been asked.
“I’ve never really given it a thought…”
“What’s to think about? I know you like s*x with men. You enjoyed it with me, apparently. We’re just going to join the two together. Which would you be more comfortable with? Having s*x with me in front of your husband or having s*x with my husband in front of you?”
Sophi
