An Affair To Confess

Sovereign nearly chokes on her coffee when Marie shows up on the doorstep, looking like she just ran a mile. She waves her friend inside before the poor girl has a chance to bolt. Marie spills it fast — she fucked Sovereign’s husband. Sovereign’s stomach drops, but not with rage. Disappointment hits her instead, which only baffles Marie more. After a couple false starts Sovereign just blurts it: she’d hoped the confession would be about something else. Like maybe Marie wanted her too. Marie’s jaw hits the floor. Before she can find words, Sovereign grabs her by the shirt and plants a kiss that answers any question left hanging. Clothes hit the floor in a hurry. Sovereign peels Marie bare, lips dragging down until she’s buried between those thighs, finally tasting what she’s been craving for months. Marie gasps, hips rolling, one hand buried in Sovereign’s hair. When they swap, Marie’s tongue drives Sovereign right to the edge and keeps her there until both women are slick, trembling, and completely gone. By the time they’re panting on the rug, trouble with husbands feels miles away. Whether they’ll still meet eyes tomorrow is anybody’s guess, but right now neither of them gives a damn.