Chapter 8
“Is that what you wanted to see?” Melanie asked me as she licked and kissed the wetness from Jane’s face.
“I have to get back to work, but can I see you sometime?” Jane asked before nodding at me. “If your husband doesn’t mind.”
“He always gets to watch. Is that an issue for you?” Melanie asked her.
“I suppose it wouldn’t be a problem, as long as he doesn’t try anything with me.”
Melanie wrote our number on the back of a menu and told the girl, “You’ll be perfectly safe.”
The girl looked at the number, impulsively kissed my wife, made as if to leave, but kissed her again—harder and longer the second time. Jane smiled back at Melanie and licked her lips.
“I’m so horny right now; maybe I would let him f**k me,” Jane said before slipping through the beaded curtain and disappe
