John twisted backwards to follow her path, but Leslie took his head in her hands and kept him facing forward. Giving me one last pointed glance, Leslie tilted John's head backwards as she leaned over him.

I couldn't see their kiss—Leslie's long brown hair had fallen over John, obstructing my view—but I had no doubt it was as thorough as Randall's had been. And the upside-down angle somehow made it even more erotic. But my wife wasn't done. She briefly broke the kiss to flip her hair back, before immediately returning to John's lips. I now had the perfect view as their kiss became open-mouthed, tongues swirling together as they...