Chapter 8

"I kind of wanted to fuck Bryce tonight," she said. "But when I got here and saw you? The desire totally went away."

"You are way too sweet," I said, our lips now meeting in brief, staccato kisses. "What’s the other thing?"

"I didn’t tell you what happened when I got home after dinner last week," she said, referring to our restaurant bathroom quickie.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Hubby was wasted and horny when we got back," she said. "But he couldn’t get his dick up because he was so drunk. So ..." Her voice trailed off.

"What?" I asked excitedly.

"I made him eat me out," she said. "I felt so dirty while he did it. Your cum had soaked my panties and was still leaking out of me. He didn’t even notice. He just kept telling me how wet I was for him. But it was you. He ate your cum out of me."

My cock hardened against Rita’s thigh, and I