He held her and she played with his flaccid cock. Claudio was sitting on a bar stool. And Emma and David sat completely entwined in each other’s arms. Not a word was said.After a minute of silence Claudio stood up and walked to his pants. He picked them up off the ground and pulled them on. Amelia eyed him thoughtfully. He found his shirt and picked that up too. Everyone was watching him in silence.Was it over? Claudio definitely thought so. He was sitting again, tying up his shoe laces.Emma thought differently. She had just won her husband back. It was time to party. She stood up and walked to the waiter. Slowly and with some deliberation she forced him down on his back and sat on his face. She shuddered as she felt his tongue enter her.She had her back to Claudio and David and had cut Amelia out of the picture too.Make no mistake, David knew that this life, the life he was drinking down in great gulps, was Emma’s life. The thrill came from this knowledge; it came from his dubious right to such a life.
