The phone jangles me from my post-orgasm sleep.
“I need to see you. Hotel bar.”
Only two hours since we said we’d never meet again.
Slipping on sweatpants and shirt, slippers, hotel robe, I navigate there.
Handsome, no, beautiful man rises as I enter. “Dave,” he says. Frisson-filled handshake.
Eyes downcast, Ann murmurs, “invite us up.”
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Door closes behind us, my face quizzical.
“After two atonement BJs, I confessed. He wanted to meet you.”
“I wanted to spank you both. Now I just want to watch.”
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No spanking. Just a licking for Ann. And then for me.
