Jordan raises his hand and points. Long fingers with manicured nails.
Liv holds the hand and smells it. With eyes closed, she smells it, a sweet smell on his black fingers. The smell of a woman in heat.
There is shock on the man’s face, the laughter of who has no words.
He knows that she knows.
“Vicky?”
“Liv, course not! I’ve never… cheated on you.”
She kisses her husband’s fingers.
“Never?”
“Don’t you trust me?”
“I do. But I know Vicky’s smell. Have you forgotten?”
“She just wanted to talk.”
“And for that you examined my best friend’s pussy?”
