“Mm hmm,” he murmured, his eyes bright. Maybe, he tried to tell himself, just maybe she was softening to his proposal. With all this kinky talk, and with the notion of Brad getting to watch her sweet Sapphic games, maybe his dear Alyssa really would let him touch the girl, too. Oh, and if that were the case—well, then as the shamefaced boy had said, perhaps he could consider allowing his wife to touch another man as well…
“I’ll kiss that soft young face of hers, Brad,” she told him teasingly, “and her neck and her shoulders, and the fuzzy skin behind her ears. And then I’ll strip her naked and ogle her like I’ve always wanted, and I’ll touch that soft, supple body of hers with my hands and my mouth. I want to feel every inch of her against me, smooth and slender and oh-so available.” Alys
