"Kiss me", she said. I couldn't hear, so I asked what she had said. "Kiss me", she said again, but with a bit more confidence. Kiss her, I did. A long... passionate kiss, the likes of which I hadn't seen in my marriage for years. From her reaction, it seemed she hadn't had that sort of kiss in some time, either. For the next several minutes we continued to make out until someone arrived, triggering our rapid separation. We giggled fondly, knowing what had just happened but hiding it from anyone. The joking put my mind at ease, I was nervous and the girls could tell. “Man up!” I told myself. We got out of the taxi, Daniela grabbed her keys out her purse, I playfully knocked them out her hand.“What was that for?” Daniela gave me a confused look.“You’ll need to bend over and pick them up, won’t you?” I said cheekily.Lucy then stood in front of me too, both girls had their backs to me, Lucy on the left, Daniela on the right, Lucy took my left. Had he changed his mind about her? Was she being an aggressive slut, like her conscience had told her? Smiling and pointing out the window with his unfastened pants bulging, he then spelled out ‘Williamsburg’. The momentum shifted as the train braked, and relieved Mona understood the conductor must have been walking through the car, yelling the town name, like she had seen dozens of time in the movies. Two A yellow taxi, its lower periphery covered in a dull gray coating of salty winter haze,. “Not yet. I’m going for a massage. When I come home, I'll have my way with you. And you’re going to wait...dressed in this lingerie.”She held up a matching Victoria’s Secret bra and panties. Aroused by her erotic idea, I happily played along and put them on. She even had me put on falsies to pad the bra. Then she had me put on thigh highs and slip into high heels. She finished off with barrettes in my hair.“Now you look like a fuckable bitch.” I looked in the mirror, and she was right.“I want.