Ellen took my hand and kissed me briefly, a peck on the lips, before giggling and skipping off out the room. The doorbell rang. He wasn’t expecting her, and so his mouth hung slightly open, as she kissed him, gently at first, and then deeper, her tongue slipping between his lips. My heart beat was deafening in my ears, my head span and I felt unsteady on my feet but in my head I urged her on. He eyes closed and she continued kissing Dan, he hands now dragging his on a tour of her body. Ellen climbed off Dan, and bent down to scoop up her clothes. I don’t know how long I’d been watching them. A trickle of cum snaked its way down her thigh. Red faced and flustered, I went to great lengths to explain how this wasn’t an indication of any dissatisfaction on my part, and how I thought that this didn’t undermine our relationship, or our love for one another in any way.
