“I'm sorry," Peter stared at her, obviously confused, his brows pinched over his nose. “Did you just say what I think you said?"
Chelsea grinned, her ass swaying behind her in her excitement. “I did." She leaned forward and lowered her voice to a whisper. “Darren and I started swinging last week and, Friday night, a couple came over to our house for some, shall we say, extracurricular activities."
“Darren lets you have s*x with other men? Really?" Peter whispered, but she noticed he leaned in closer to her, his eyes still wide with disbelief.
She nodded. “He lets them f**k me, while he f***s other women." She waggled her eyebrows at him. “So far, it's been pretty hot. You wouldn't believe the adventures we've had."
He sat back in his chair, laughing, his hand still holding tight to his
