He took one finger then and ran it from her belly button, all the way to the top of her shirt, up to her neck and then her chin. She timidly bit her lip as he lifted her face up to his and gently kissed her on the lips. "f**k," she repeated, but slid out from between him and the bar to lean on the table.
Duncan chuckled and turned towards his wife. "You're mean," she said. "I'm not going to do a thing to stop her if she rips your clothes off."
"Can I please?" Marie said, turning. "Fuck."
Kelly giggled.
Duncan didn't figure she had it in her to cross the line, but he knew he was pushing her limits.
She did come forwards quickly though and grabbed him by the shirt. "I'm going to f**k the s**t out of you when she finally lets me. You aren't going to be able to walk straight for a week."
