I collapse back against the fluffy pillows, exhausted but exhilarated, a hot, sticky, sated mess.
I can still taste my lover in my mouth.
She tastes divine.
She tastes like freedom.
“Wow… just… wow!” I whisper, softly tracing the outline of her delectable nipple with my fingertip.
“I can’t believe you waited all these years to discover the benefits of another woman,” she teases.
I laugh. “I can’t believe you fucked my husband last week.”
“Me neither. But, like we agreed, he can never complain if he finds out about us, can he?”
“Perfect,” I reply, licking my lips.