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and Jane must never meet. Not while he was at Joanne’s. Not while he was lying on his back worshipping her gusset. He braced himself to suffer Joanne’s wrath as he tried to work out the best way to slide from beneath her.
    ‘No,’ said Joanne, laughing cruelly, ‘I was wrong. She’s gone past here. She’s headed further up the road.’
    He released a trembling sigh and realised the instant’s panic had left him dizzy. Taking a moment to catch his breath, trying to convince himself that the prospect of his wife finding him had not engendered a rush of cold, black fear, John stared at the broad expanse of Joanne’s gusset and willed his arousal to return.
    Joanne glanced back over her shoulder, shifting her buttocks so she could glare down at him. ‘Weren’t you supposed to be sniffing my hole?’
    ‘Yes, Mistress Joanne. Sorry, Mistress Joanne. You smell divine.’
    She ignored his apologies and sycophancy, putting her rear back over his face and returning her attention to the street outside. ‘I do hope you’re thirsty down there,’ she muttered absently. ‘I think it’s time for me to be a good hostess and offer you a drink.’
    He held his breath and gripped his hands into fists. Her words suggested she was about to indulge him with one of his favourite fantasies. His ultimate fantasy. Mounting excitement made him tremble and vacillate between the choices of drawing his tongue against her gusset or lying with his jaws expectantly open. The hope that she might deign to piss in his mouth was more thrilling than he could properly explain. It was a treat she had allowed him only twice before but on both occasions he had been elated to bask in the shower of her golden spray. Anticipating that dark and deviant thrill, John squirmed against the discomfort of the hard floor. He silently admired her rear and tried to detect the subtle change in Joanne’s scent that would indicate she was about to relieve herself on his face.
    ‘No,’ Joanne muttered. ‘It looks like she’s going to the Graftons’. Maybe I was wrong about Ted and Linda’s party being tonight.’
    She managed to sound completely distant, uninterested in him and his efforts to please her, concerned only with the mundane events occurring outside the window on Cedar View. John marvelled at the way she was able to feign such cool impartiality when he felt sure she shared his intense arousal.
    ‘What with the McMurray woman going over there before,’ Joanne continued, ‘maybe it’s Charlie and Rhona who are throwing a party tonight?’
    John didn’t respond. In truth, he wasn’t listening. He stared up at the black fabric covering Joanne’s buttocks and sex and privately beseeched her to release her hold on her bladder. The scent of something briny touched his nostrils but he wasn’t sure if that came from his anticipation, imagination or a genuine change in the air of the room. He was so close to the thinly sheathed centre of her sex, he knew he would detect any difference before she did let go. He felt certain she was just about to do it and the thought made his erection throb with painful force.
    ‘No. I was wrong again,’ Joanne said distractedly. ‘I guess Ted and Linda’s party is still on. Your wife’s going to the Shelbys’. She’s probably off to see Denise. Again.’
    With his concentration fixed on the crotch of Joanne’s panties, John didn’t want to question her about that statement. He wanted to lose himself in the black vision of loveliness that was Joanne’s panty-clad buttocks. But she had said his wife was going to see Denise Shelby, and she had made it sound as though Jane regularly visited the woman, although John wasn’t aware of a friendship between them.
    Why would Jane be visiting Denise Shelby? he wondered. Why would she have a friendship with the woman? And why had she kept it secret from him? His brows knitted and he prepared to voice his questions. Even though he knew it would disturb his arousal, and