Allure of the Vixen by C. C. Morian Page A

is mean.”
    Joanne laughed. “To you it would be. It would be so
mean I wouldn’t even consider doing something like that with you. With Peter,
it’s different.”
    “So that’s the kind of sex you have with him? You
let him lick you?”
    “Oh, are we suddenly jealous? Jealous of the man you
were just telling me wasn’t much of a man? Because I let him lick me?”
    I shrugged, pretending indifference. “He’s your
husband. You two can do whatever you want.”
    Joanne leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I
didn’t stop her, but that’s all she’d get.
    “I do have sex with him, but not the way you think
of it. I only let him fuck me on our anniversary, because we did it on our
wedding. But always with a condom, he’s never come in me.”
    “Never?”
    “Never. But that doesn’t mean we don’t have a lot of
sex. I’ve let him come on my tits, I’ve given him handjobs. But when I’m
telling him what I’ve done with my lovers, he usually starts to masturbate,
just from what I’m saying, and he can’t control himself, he comes so fast.
Often when he’s at home, knowing I’m out with a lover, he’s masturbating. He
tries to wait, but he’s told me that just imagining what I’m doing drives him
so crazy he can’t help himself.”
    “I can’t get over that you let me come in you and he
hasn’t.”
    “Well, I may change that, after the great idea
you’ve given me.”
    “I’m not part of this,” I warned.
    Joanne dragged her hand across my thigh again, her
fingers outlining my erection. “You already are part of it.”
    “Only because you lied to me. I never would have
done anything with you.”
    “Are you so sure of that?”
    “Yes.” But I wasn’t, really. This woman was the
devil. An incredibly powerful, sexy, alluring, irresistible devil.
    Joanne stopped touching me, and though I wanted to
be done with her, the absence of her fingers was like the air suddenly being
sucked from the room.
    “I believe you. But I didn’t lie to you.”
    “You never told me you were married.”
    “You never asked.”
    “That’s a cop out.”
    Joanne held up her hand. “I wear a wedding ring.”
    And so she did, a band. Along with rings on two
other fingers. “That’s your right hand,” I argued.
    “I’m southern European, and so is Peter. We all wear
our rings on our right hand.”
    “I was supposed to know that?” But of course I did
know that, I’d been all over southern Europe. The women there often did wear
their wedding rings on their right hand.
    Joanne slipped her hand under my neck and onto my
chest. The hand with the ring. “Admit it. You enjoyed it. All of it.”
    I looked away from her face, I’d not be able to
concentrate. I didn’t know what to think, and for one of the few times in my
life, didn’t quite know what to say. It wasn’t like me at all, that was the
power Joanne had over me.
    The fact that her fingers were on my chest wasn’t
helping matters.
    I put my hand over hers, stopping her, but the electricity
remained. I fought to remain in control. As if I had any chance of being in
total control here.
    I didn’t have a good answer to question. I did enjoy
it, the sex. Maybe a little of the secrecy of it, having an office affair. And
I certainly enjoyed her. But knowing everything—or at least everything she had
chosen to tell me, I was conflicted. The ego boost of being the virile man. But
I wasn’t sure how I felt about being the man cuckolding another man’s wife.
    “I can’t get over that your husband accepts this.”
    It is who he is. It’s what turns him on. I know you
have things that turn you on. Everyone does. Don’t judge him. He’s happy with
it, more than happy, he’s living his fantasy. So am I. Most people can’t say
that. I have the man I love all to me, and I still get to indulge in my special
desires with the men I want.”
    “Men.”
    “Yes, men. You don’t do well as the jilted lover or
the jealous type. Tell me, does it make you feel