Chapter 6
John walked into the club in a daze. Katie and Sarah were ahead of him, arms looped like best friends sometimes do, and they were laughing.
Strawberries still lingered on his lips as a constant reminder of his recent transgressions. To make matter’s worse, like a movie scene on a constant loop, he kept remembering Sarah sucking on his tongue hungrily as his wife deepthroated him–long after the charade was suppose to have been over.
After cumming, Katie had crawled back up into the booth and the two women started talking about the douchebag of a guy Eric was… as if nothing unusual had just happened. And, as if there had been some untold permission given, Sarah kept her hand on his thigh and playfully squeezed it throughout the dinner conversation. The wine was killed in short order, the glasses shared, and the food was devoured quickly.
Before John knew it, he was standing just at the edge of a dance floor where bodies grinded against themselves like one massive orgy–minus the nude part.
“I need a drink,” Sarah yelled over the loud music. “First round is on me!”