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“Wow.” I had no more words.

“Yeah, right? It was so fucking intense, watching this woman you know so well—or thought you know—just give it up like that and let go. Chloe’s not a timid lover, either. She told me after that the guy kept calling her for another go.”

“And did they?”

Greg grinned. “Chloe said that she turned him down. I know for a fact that they fucked the next week when I was out of town.”

“How?”

“Longer story, but I know people. If I’m interested in something, not much gets past me.” He looked at his watch. “We better get going before the girls give up and let some guys entice them home.”

I liked to think I knew the majority of clubs around, but the basement bar we ducked into was completely off my radar. I’d expected a total dive joint, so was very surprised by the smoked glass lounge we entered. It was dark yet friendly, with a cozy little dance floor to match. It was also packed to the corners and hot despite the winter night outside.

“This wasn’t what I was expecting,” I said.

Greg nodded over to the bar. “There they are. Looks like we’re just in time.”

Katie and Chloe stood at the far end of the bar, flanked by a couple attractive guys. Both guys were Latin, tall and square-jawed like they’d just walked off the set of a telenovela. A part of me laughed at how generic this was; the rest of me was a quivering mess.

Over the years, I’d learned a few things about Katie’s preferences. She so rarely shared them with anyone that I savored each like an expensive chocolate. First, she’d confessed that she liked European guys—something about their accent, dark hair and dark skin.

Judging from how he towered over Katie, even in her heels, he had at least a few inches on me, with wide shoulders and a thicker upper body. Once, when we were both drunk and watching some softcore show on Cinemax, she’d let on that she liked the broad and the muscled. In the light of the day, she’d always maintained that she liked svelte guys, like me, and the few times I’d brought her confession up, she laughed it off as untrue.

For Katie, though, none of it mattered if there wasn’t confidence. Not when we were talking about purely physical attraction. As I watched this guy pull her out onto the dance floor, his hand splayed across her lower back, I knew this guy had it, and had it in spades.

“Now that dude is a lucky SOB,” Greg said. He was looking at Katie, not his own wife. Oddly, it was Greg’s look that set off the butterflies more than anything. I pushed those thoughts into the back of my mind and focused on Katie and her new friend.

Okay, so once the butterflies had been released, watching the two spin and sway to the sultry Latin beat didn’t do a thing to settle them. Katie had hips and knew exactly what to do with them on the floor, swiveling and reversing them, letting her sensual moves be led by her partner’s guiding hands. Her black wrap dress rode higher up her taut thighs with each turn and spin. I caught a flash of dark stocking top before she pulled it back into place.

Greg was like the devil, whispering in my year. “Katie’s up for it, you know. She’s ripe.”

I didn’t acknowledge that I’d heard. I couldn’t stop watching the two as the music changed to a slower samba. They transitioned like ballroom dancers, their feet sliding along the floor to the sinuous tune.

“I bet you she’s thinking about fucking that guy right now,” he continued. “I bet that all it’d take was a nod from you and she’d let herself get swept away...once she remembers you’re here, I mean.”

The guy dancing with her was good. He drew her close, locking eyes with my wife until nothing existed in her world but him as they moved to the slow, Latin beat.

Greg kept going, as relentless as the guy with Katie. “She told Chloe about the kiss in New York.”

The memory of her confession—the kiss—still scrambled my insides. “She did?”

“I don’t think either of you realize how close she really got to crossing the line back then.”

“What do you mean?” Was there more to the story than what Katie had confessed? My heart seized at the possibility.

“I mean, two drunk adults, attracted to one another, alone in a strange city...”

“But they just kissed, right? Did she tell Chloe something different?”

“No, that’s what she told Chloe, too. But come on, just think about it. They’re both adults. She’s away from home and under a lot of stress. Do you really think she just came to her senses all at once?”

Greg was right. Anything could have happened. In fact, it seemed more plausible that more had occurred than hadn’t. “I need to ask her.”

“Want my advice?” he asked. I didn’t think that I did, but listened anyway. “Don’t. Let it lie. Isn’t it hotter not knowing, anyway?”

I didn’t want to answer that question, not to Greg. Not even to myself. “I’ll think about it.”

“Don’t worry. I have a feeling she’s going to have something new to confess soon. Tonight even, if you’d just let it happen.”

The guy whispered something into Katie’s ear—something that brought a smile to her face. She shook her head, but that didn’t seem to put the guy off. He spun her to face away, then pulled her ass against his pelvis. Brushing her hair away to bare her neck, he tried again.

Katie smiled, looked out across the bar, and found me in the crowd.

Was this my cue? Was she expecting me to nod? To somehow say,
I’m okay if you want to fuck him
, all in a look? Even if I could, I wasn’t sure I wanted that.

Making sure the guy’s attention was on Katie—which it was—I mouthed,
I love you.
Was I giving permission? Would she take it that way?

When she replied with a silent,
I love you, too,
panic set it as I worried that she had. She turned to the guy and set her hand on his broad chest. With her back to me, all I could see was the man’s face. If he was in the process of being rejected, he sure didn’t act like it. He smiled a toothy, too-handsome smile, skimmed a hand down her arm until their fingers entwined, and nodded.

He spun her one last time before they parted. He went his way—back to the bar—she came ours.

“What?” Greg asked when he saw my smile.

You can’t plan for epiphanies. Inspiration isn’t something that can be switched on and poured like a tap. For months, I’d been waiting for it to arrive with the name of my speakeasy. Six months out from opening and my PR people were getting nervous that it still didn’t have one. Now, it had arrived.

“I think I know what I’m going to call my new bar,” I said. I watched as Katie picked her way through the crowd, drawing stares like a boat leaves a wake. She was the woman that others secretly wanted to be. She was the girl-next-door with a naughty secret.

“You going to share, man?” Greg said.

“Not yet.” My eyes never left my wife.

In my head, I was already imagining the placard with the bar’s name on it, understated brass like the one I saw in New York. The more I thought about the name, the more I knew it was perfect. I’d call it:
The Katherine
.

“We ready to call it a night?” Greg asked as Katie stepped up to us.

“I’m ready to go home, but not to call it a night,” Katie said suggestively.

Greg laughed. “Our ride should be outside. Why don’t you two head out first. I’ll get Chloe.”

I didn’t know what he was talking about with
our ride
, but Katie seemed to, moving through the crowd with purpose. I followed until we were back out in the freezing air. Sitting at the curb was a sleek black stretch limo.

I turned to Katie. “Our ride?”

Katie nodded. “Chloe and I took it over here earlier. They’re intent on showing us a good time.”

A man in a black suit hopped out and opened the door for us. Even inside, the chill of the night lingered. We huddled against one another at the front end of the limo as we waited for Greg and Chloe to join us. Outside, the world went on past the tinted windows. It wasn’t quite midnight; the going-out crowd was just hitting its stride.

“So are we?” I asked. “Having a good time, I mean?”

Katie shivered, whether from memory or cold, I wasn’t sure. “Yeah. Did you?”

“Yeah.” I kissed her forehead. “It was very sexy.
You
were very sexy.”

“You’re not upset?” she asked.

I guided her hand down the front of my pants. She felt my erection and nodded.

“No, I’m not upset.” I’d had enough to drink that the next question was easy to ask. “Did you want to fuck him?”

She squeezed my cock before releasing it. “You wish I did.”

“I do, but that’s not the question. Do you?”

Katie kissed me before answering. “It was all I could think about. From the moment I met him in the bar.”

The door opened and in ducked Chloe. “Well, well. Hope we’re interrupting something, kiddos.”

Katie yanked her hand away. Even in the dark, the gesture wasn’t lost on the blonde.

“Don’t stop on my account,” she said. Greg ducked in behind her, his hand on her lower back.

“Don’t stop what?” he asked.

“Seems our new friends can’t wait to get home.” Chloe and Greg settled into the bend toward the back of the limo, opposite us. Greg draped his arm around Chloe, who snuggled up against him, her shapely legs crossed.

“I feel the same way,” Greg said. He kissed Chloe’s cheek, but his eyes angled toward us. “When I found this one, she had her tongue shoved down some guy’s throat as his hands groped her ass.”

Chloe looked up at him, a glint in her eye. “Don’t worry, Greg. I got his number. I told him I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me…”

Greg grinned. To us, he said, “See what she does to me?”

Chloe squirmed back against him. “God, I’m so horny, and you’re fucking hard.”

“You always make me hard, baby.”

They were so natural with each other that I almost couldn’t believe they weren’t practically humping just a few feet from us. The limo had pulled away at some point. The city lights slid by.

“Katie looked like she was doing pretty well, too,” Greg commented.

Chloe nuzzled back against him, her breasts spilling dangerously over the top of the strapless dress. “I saw that. I’ve been out with her twice now, and I’m beginning to notice a trend in the kinds of guys she likes.”

“That’s just coincidence.” Katie hadn’t pulled her hand away from me, but she was still pressed close.

“What was?” Chloe said. “That they were both Latin? Or that they were built?”

“The Latin thing,” she admitted.

I found my voice first. “So you like the muscles thing, huh? I’m going to have to start hitting the gym more.”

“Don’t be silly. I love you the way you are,” Katie said.

Chloe added, “But variety is
always
nice.”

“Sorry the night didn’t end the way you were hoping,” Greg said. The apology sounded strange after hanging out with the alpha all night long.

Chloe’s eyes caught in the light of a passing street lamp. She was staring right at me. “It’s not too late.”

My chest tightened. My cock strained. I wished I hadn’t had so much to drink. I wished that I could think straight. For an instant, all I could think about was Chloe crawling across the limo floor and settling her head between my legs.

Katie rescued me, only a touch of jealousy mixed in her voice. “You’re not coming onto my man, are you?”

Chloe smiled, her eyes flicking over to my wife. “Of course not. There are a lot of things we can do without actually sharing…”

As if choreographed, Greg reached up and pushed the strapless top of Chloe’s dress down, baring her chest. It was dark, but this I couldn’t miss. Her coral-hued nipples sat hard and high on her small tits. No bra. She didn’t need one.

I couldn’t formulate any words. All I could do was watch as I tried to figure out how I should feel. Should I be excited by it? Should I be worried about what Katie thought of it?

Chloe shifted to the side, her hand worked down between Greg’s legs as his mouth closed over a nipple. When Chloe fished Greg’s cock out of his fly, semi-erect and already huge, I heard Katie’s breath catch. I glanced at her as she squirmed a little, squeezing her thighs in that universal
I’m aroused
way.

My attention darted back to Chloe and Greg as I watched Chloe shift back up into Greg’s lap. She reached beneath her short dress, and a moment later her thong decorated the floor of the limo. She aligned her hips with his, then gasped through her wide smile. Was this really happening? Were they fucking right in front of us?

“Sorry to be rude, but I couldn’t wait,” Chloe said. She braced herself on Greg’s knees as his hands covered her tits. “And besides, I really like to be watched.”

I didn’t know what to do. I squeezed Katie closer to me, taking comfort in knowing that I wasn’t by myself. She seemed to remember that I was there, turning to look at me with the same wild look in her eyes that I felt.
Is this really happening?!