Chapter Six
The next morning Ian stole quietly into the master bedroom hoping to find Laura and Janine mid-tryst. He was not disappointed.
He stared open mouthed at the pert bottom, stuck high in the air, which greeted him. Janine was on her knees and elbows, her head buried between Laura’s thighs. The room was full of the sounds of enjoyment from both giver and receiver.
He slipped a hand inside his dressing gown. Sadly, before too long he heard Laura’s voice.
“Is that you darling?” she called, peering across the room in the semi-darkness.
“Yes. You mentioned making that my first task of the day.” He indicated the deeply engaged Janine.
“Quite right sweetie, well done. I think I’ve got it covered for today though.”
Ian partially turned to leave. “I’ll go and make tea,” he said slow
