“D…does that f…feel good, Alina?” Charles asked her. “Y…you look like you’re enjoying it.”
Alina opened her eyes again and smiled sadly at her husband. The poor man had mistaken her expression of guilt for something else.
“Yes, Charlie,” she whispered kindly. “Making love to another woman turns me on a lot…I really need to have it in my life – does that bother you?”
“No!” he gasped. “The only important thing is that you’re happy.”
Alina stroked his lips with her right thumb as she continued to look at him. She no longer felt her orgasm building, despite what Zelda was trying to do.
“You’re allowed to be happy too, Charlie,” she told him. “If you can be strong for me…if you can endure what I need from you. I can allow you to be happy…sometimes.”
She saw a tear tumble from his left eye
