I hear the sound of a door closing on the other end of the line. I swear I’d almost forgotten that Nadia was on the phone, and that realization sobers me right up. I sit back in my chair, run my hands over my head, and close my eyes. This was a mistake.

“Not today,” Nadia says breathlessly. “This is a lot for Darren.”

“Fuck, yeah, it is,” I mumble.

“Oh, poor baby,” Jourdan says. I think she’s sincere, but who fucking knows? I hear her chair scrape against the concrete.

When I open my eyes, she’s sauntering around the table toward me. There’s a wet circle on her shirt with a hard nipple at the center. It’s like her breasts are winking at me. Every muscle in my body is pulsing with desire. I sit back in my chair. I know what she’s going to do before she does it, and fuck me, I want to make it easier for her.

“I’m sitting in his lap,” Jourdan announces to my wife as she lowers her ass onto my aching groin.

I grunt when she settles her full weight on my dick. “Fuck.”

“He’s hard.”

Nadia moans but doesn’t reply to this turn of events otherwise, as if she wants to let this moment between the two of us unfold however we like. Or she’s too busy masturbating in her office.

Jourdan wiggles on top of me, getting comfortable, driving me wild. “Do I feel good, Darren?”

“Yes,” I groan.

She’s holding my phone in her right hand between our mouths. Her left hand smooths over the crown of my bald head. “Can I kiss him? I bet he’s a good kisser.”

My lips part, and my gaze shifts to her mouth. Her lips are glossy, and her eyes are hooded. She’s making soft circles on my head. I can’t look away from her mouth. I don’t know who starts to move forward first. All I know is that we drift toward one another slowly as if we want to savor each disappearing centimeter between us, as if this is a moment we both know we need to remember.

Time is slow and fast all at once, and soon enough, I can taste Jourdan’s coffee on my lips. I can hear her ragged breaths like a storm coming, and my heart is galloping toward destruction.

We’re so close that it’s honestly hard to tell if Nadia says “Yes,” before or after my lips touch Jourdan’s, but it’s definitely before Jourdan slips her tongue into my mouth.

Kissing Jourdan is different in every way from kissing Nadia.

There’s a familiarity with my wife that’s hard to describe.