Elliott’s eyebrows lifted in surprise, then he smiled a little. “Are you upset about seeing them?” he asked, a little confused.
I shook my head with a small laugh. “No. I just…Hana looked up and saw me. She saw me and she didn’t stop. She just kept going, kept looking at me.”
Saying the words out loud sent a rush of heat between my legs.
Elliott was struck silent as he searched my face, and I had no idea what he was thinking.
“How–how do you feel about that?” he asked, and I immediately laughed at my husband’s typical therapist response.
He smiled back, but I could tell he was still confused.
“Elliott–I liked it. I liked seeing them have sex,” I admitted, holding my breath, resting my shaking hands on my lap. “It turned me on.”
His smile fell a little and I almost instantly regretted telling him.
“Are you…attracted to them?” he asked hesitantly.
My heart felt like it was about to fly out of my chest.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Are you?”
His eyebrows twitched slightly. “To Hana, sure. I don’t think I find men attractive, though,” he said playfully.
I laughed a little. I didn’t expect him to say he was, but now that he said it, I suddenly wished he was.
“I think they might be swingers,” I whispered, my voice lowering again.
Elliott’s surprised face never faded. “Really?”
I nodded.
“If they wanted to do something with us…what would you think?” I asked cautiously.
He licked his lips and glanced down at the floor thoughtfully. “Well, I’d love to see you with another woman. As far as you with Jack…I might be interested in seeing that,” he said, just as cautiously. “If that’s what turned you on.”
That surprised me. “I’d be interested in seeing you with Hana, I think,” I responded, searching for his reaction.
That seemed to surprise him too.
“And if you’re feeling real kinky, Jack too,” I added with a laugh.
He chuckled, but he took my hand, searching my gaze. “Are you sure, Jacqueline?”
I nodded. “I mean, I don’t even know if they’re actually swingers, but…I just wanted to discuss all of this with you. Just in case.”
“Of course,” he responded eagerly. “I appreciate that, baby.”
He pulled me in for a kiss, and it deepened by the second. I pulled away, a question burning in my mind. “Is there anything you wouldn’t be okay with?”
He shook his head. “Do whatever turns you on, baby,” he whispered, then pulled me back in for a deep kiss.
Suddenly, I was on my back on the couch, and Elliott’s hand was shoved down my leggings, his palm finding my wet spot. I knew exactly what was going on—Elliott was testing them, just like they were possibly testing me. The thought that they could walk out at any second, watching us making out, had me more turned on than ever.
I moaned into Elliott’s mouth as he slipped his finger inside me, and I unbuttoned his jeans, finding his hard cock straining against his boxer briefs. That elicited a moan from him, working me into a frenzy, as I pulled his cock out and began to stroke. His free hand yanked down my leggings and before I knew it, he was on his knees in front of me, pulling my thighs atop his shoulders. I quickly glanced around the room and we were still alone. I looked down at Elliott as he buried his face in my pussy, and I could feel his grunts vibrating from his mouth.
Just as he began to circle my clit, right on the edge of an overwhelming release, I saw movement in the hallway. Jack was slowly inching his way into the living room, watching us intently, and he smiled at me with that wicked grin of his. I lifted my hips up, my orgasm ripping through me, and I couldn’t help but cry out loudly, shutting my eyes tight as I held onto Elliott’s hair.
He continued, not even giving me a chance to breathe, and I opened my eyes to see Hana inching in now, taking Jack’s hand.
