Secrets Ch. 44

44

Everything felt fuzzy and looked blurry. My mind seemed to work so slowly. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to open them again, but they only seemed to get about halfway open before they wanted to close again.

Sometime later, I tried again. I could feel the sun, I thought, and the light around me was brighter. I think I was moving. Yes, things were definitely swooping past me quickly. The car. I was definitely in the car.

As time passed, I felt more conscious. I could feel myself walking up the stairs and I think I was maybe talking as I felt more than one set of hands helping me walk. I was much more awake, I was sure of it. Nevertheless, when I felt the softness of my own pillow under my head, I closed my eyes again immediately.

When I woke again, feeling incredibly well-rested and fully able to open my eyes and feel control of my body again, I realized that it was morning. The day, when I thought about it, had to be Monday. That meant work, sadly, both for me and for Jane.

I lifted my hand to my neck and found the collar there. Yes, it had all been real. The day and the experience were coming back to me slowly, like I was stepping out of a fog. I lay quietly and listed, both to my own thoughts and to the sounds of Jane breathing beside me. I turned my head slowly to confirm that she was still asleep. She was, so I slipped out of the bed quietly.

As I stood, naked but for a pair of lace panties, I realized that I didn't really remember going to bed. In fact, I didn't remember coming home. The last thing I really was clear about was sitting in that strange chair in the basement of that store, sipping tea and waiting for Jane. The tea. I remembered something about it helping to calm me, but I guessed that it must have contained something more than just ginseng.

As I stretched in the dark, I felt a bit strange, but I couldn't quite tell if it was just because of a long sleep. Stiffness wouldn't quite explain some of the localized soreness I was feeling, but I was already feeling a bit curious when I closed the bathroom door behind me and was able to turn on the light.

When I did, the mirror gave me the answers, whether or not I was ready for them. The first thing I noticed was that my nipples were pierced. There was a silver ring of about a half inch diameter through each of them. Additionally, there was a small heart-shaped charm dangling from the right ring. When I lifted it gently, I could see that it had been stamped with Jane's initials.

I stared at them for a while. I didn't want to touch them too much, as they were somewhat sore, though reassuringly not red or swollen in any way. As she had said, she had marked me.

As I looked at myself in the mirror, I realized that I hadn't just been pierced. There was something just above the waistband at the front of my panties. I was nervous, feeling my fingers tremble a bit as I reached down to lower the panties, to get a better look.

It was a bit hard, at first, for things to be clear in the mirror, but it was a tattoo, not a tiny one. In flowing script, just above my caged cock, I had been permanently marked with the words "Property of Mistress Jane." The calligraphy was beautiful, with flowers weaved into the letter forms. I stood there, frozen, as I looked at it again and again.

There was a kind of clear bandage over it, allowing the whole tattoo to be seen, but presumably not touched as it healed.

"It's pretty, isn't it?" came Jane's soft words from behind me, making me jump.

"Yes, Mistress," I answered, feeling very quickly used to addressing her that way. "I.. I can't quite believe it's real."

"Oh, it's real," she said, beaming. "It was quite fun to watch her do it, with you sleeping so peacefully strapped to that table. I hope you didn't mind her little trick. She said the whole thing would be much more calm if you got to sleep through it, and this way you got to have a fun surprise."

"It's a surprise for sure," I answered dumbly.

"Do you like it? Do you like it all?"

"I do... It's amazing and unreal. I'm just taking it all in, I guess. The collar. The nipple rings. This tattoo. I'm yours. I'm your submissive and your property."

"That part is kind of new for me to take in too," she confessed. "I love it though. We're going to have a lot of fun, I think. Well, I know I am, and I think you will too."

"I'm sure you will, and I want to do all I can to make sure you do," I said.

"Good," she said. "For now, unfortunately, I have to face reality and get ready for work. Can you please make coffee and breakfast while I shower? You can take yours after."

"Of course, Mistress," I said.

"Mmmm, I do like hearing that. Thanks. There's a paper somewhere with instructions about care for the fresh tattoos, but basically with that Saniderm covering, you should probably just have to take it easy on them for a few days until we peel it off."

"That makes sense," I said, then paused. "You said 'tattoos'?"

Her face lit up.

"Oh yes, I guess it's harder for you to see the other one," she giggled. "Turn around."

I turned my back to the mirror and she helped guide me as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Peeking out above the back of my panties, at the small of my back, was a full-on tramp stamp. It was a very pretty pink butterfly, about four inches across.

"Maybe it's not really kinky," Jane smiled, "but it made me laugh. You in panties with a girly little tramp stamp. I can't want to see it there when I fuck you with the strap on. Ken really thought that anyone else we let take advantage of you will enjoy it as well."

"Oh god," I moaned, not quite able to think of anything else to say.

"Really, I couldn't help myself. You just look so pretty in panties. The more you keep yourself groomed and smooth, the more I think I'm going to enjoy that part too. You looked so perfectly slutty dressed up as a maid, serving. We're definitely going to have to get you more costumes to wear. That's going to have to wait for now though. I don't want to be late for work."

She dropped her rope and hopped in the shower, and I was left to head downstairs to get things ready, as though it was just another Monday morning.

As I made coffee, I tried to think of how much the tattoos would expose me. I tried to make a mental list of who would be able to see them. My doctor, I supposed, but I wasn't a member of any gym, and it wasn't like people at work saw me uncovered. I supposed that I was going to have to be even more careful about bending over. I'd started to become worried about someone getting to see the back of my panties revealed by low-riding jeans and a t-shirt pulling up, but now this tattoo would make that even more critical.

I'd also have to start avoiding tightier shirts at work, as the rings in my nipples would be visible through anything clingy. I was already noticing that my nipples were being kept harder than normal, perhaps just because of the constant sensations. It felt like they were even more sensitive now, and I had no idea if that feeling would lessen as they healed.

Of course, there was also the collar. Only a high collared shirt or a sweater would cover it. Most of the time, it would be at least partially visible. I'd have to get used to comments on it, pretending it was just normal jewelry, like the chain I used to wear in college. I would know the truth, of course, and I'd feel it every time I noticed someone's eyes on it, or had to thank someone for noticing it. I supposed that, every once in a while, there would also be a knowing glance from some stranger who recognized it for what it really was -- the symbol of my being owned as a sex slave.

Jane was still wearing a wide smile as she came downstairs. I never got tired of seeing how beautiful she was, and her ability to look sexy in office clothes seemed only to be increasing. I could tell she was dressing sexier on purpose, perhaps expressing a new confidence, or maybe to literally flirt with the men there, now that she could do what she wanted with them to achieve her own pleasures. Her husband at home was just the cuckolded punchline to those men. Some of them, I was sure, knew even more, about me knowing of her sexual freedom, or my lack thereof in my cage. Now there was even more she could share, if it pleased her to do so.

Our normal routine seemed too quick that morning and before I knew it, I was standing at the front door, sending her off to work with her coffee and lunch and briefcase, as though it was just another day. I had a full day of things to accomplish for work from home, but all I could think of was how I was dressed and marked, and how every one of those physical signs was marking me as hers.

"Be good today," she said with a teasing smile lighting up her face. "Dress pretty for me today. I like the idea of you at home in pretty things, only hiding them from your webcam when you have to."

"Yes, Mistress," I answered, and with a kiss she was off.

Upstairs, alone, I wanted nothing more than to just stare at myself, to look at the teasing tattoos and the piercings, but time still was passing. I look as long a shower as I dared, taking time to shave my legs and all around my cage. I had taken a look at the aftercare instructions for the piercings and the tattoo, so I followed those as best I could, washing myself gently and drying off thoroughly.

I kept my wife's words in mind as I dressed, choosing lacy, pretty panties, and finding a pair of stockings to wear as well. I didn't know what to choose to wear to be pretty, as she'd said, so I chose to get dressed in the short dress from the maid's uniform. I pulled out one of my dress shirts as well, to bring downstairs with me, so that I could judge how well it would cover the dress and my collar.

Sitting at my desk and looking at my normal everyday email and work on the computer screen felt like an act that was so hard to keep up with. I could lose ten minutes at a time sliding my fingers over the collar and daydreaming. I forced myself to work in at least 20 minute increments. During one of my first breaks, I started up Master's app on my phone, checking in, wondering what he might have to say to me now that he knew I'd be alone. There was nothing there waiting for me, so I simply sent over a good morning message to him.

The shirt worked well enough when it had to during meetings when I had the camera on. It was hard to tell if anyone was noticing the glimpses they got of my collar, but no one mentioned anything -- not during the meeting, in DMs, or in messages afterwards.

I made it through the morning, so I was just stepping up from my desk when at last a message came in from Master. It contained the simple instruction to leave the front door unlocked. I did so and then went to the kitchen to fix myself a small lunch. I had barely sat down with my little sandwich and a glass of water when Master appeared, strolling in as comfortably as though he owned the place.

"Hello there, fucktoy. Are you having a good morning? I can see that you're at least dressed appropriately."

"Hello Master," I answered. "Yes, I am."

"And how did you like your new discoveries today?"

Of course he knew about everything, as I assumed that while I was out cold, they could have all been watching the procedures.

"They are intense and incredible, Master. I guess I'm still taking it all in."

"I'm sure that must be the case. It's not everyone who gets to have their dreams come true -- especially the kinds of dreams you've had."

"That's very true, Master. Sometimes it's hard to believe it's really happening, but I now only have to look down or touch to realize that it is, and that it is very real."

"Very real indeed," he said. "I trust that you'll be a good submissive to your new Mistress, and not squander this opportunity."

"I will, Master. I'll do all I can to make her happy, and to be a good submissive for her," I answered.

"Good slut. Fetch me a coffee, will you?"

"Yes, Master."

I jumped up and poured him a coffee. When I returned, he was sitting at my vacated seat, eating my lunch.

"Kneel, slut," he instructed.

I obeyed and looked up at him, trying to anticipate what might be next. I found that my mouth was beginning to water and I felt humiliated that I was having a kind of Pavlovian response to this position, almost tasting his cock in my mouth already.

He laughed, looking down at me.

"I can see you staring at my crotch, slut. Are you so desperate to taste cum?"

"I suppose I've begun to expect to serve this way, Master."

"More than just expect it, I think. You love it, don't you? You find yourself wanting to feel it and taste it, isn't that right?"

"Yes, Master. I do."

"Well, I have something to tell you, which is why I came by today. Our relationship is going to change. I am here to tell you in person that I will be honouring your wife and Mistress's collar. She owns you now, and if you want my cock, or any other one, I imagine, you'll have to taste it as per her instructions."

"I see, Master," I answered, while my mind still processed his words. "Because of the collar, Master?"

"Yes, slut. Wedding rings, for slutty little playthings like you, are easy for me to ignore, but I give a submissive's collar, given and worn knowingly, as something sacred."

"You don't want to control me any more, Master? You don't want me to obey you, or do all those things that you've had me do until now?"

I was suddenly feeling quite emotional.

"Oh pet, it isn't that at all. I'm quite proud to have been able to shephard you during this phase of your journey. You've brought me great pleasure, and I'm very proud of you. I'm also quite happy that with our connection, through your Mistress and Jennifer, it is very possible that you will continue to have opportunities to taste me and please me."

"I... I hope so, Master," I said.

"This could mean a lot of changes for you, slut," he said.

"Yes, Master, I guess so," I answered.

He was right. It was Master who had sent me out to the gentlemen's club, leading me to serve Dexter and all the men there. It was Master who had let me bring Matt out to Hooters, leading us both to Sydney and then, through her, to Tyler. Without Master, I would not have found myself buying the toys that led me to meeting Richard, the lawyer. My emotional response was confusing me, as I was clearly feeling an ache of sadness as these situations where I'd been fucked and had been required to suck men's cocks were feeling a huge step farther away than they had been just a day ago.

He was looking down at me as I knelt there, reading my expressions.

"You don't want to walk away from that, do you fucktoy?" he asked.

"I... I don't, Master. It's humiliating and emasculating, but I find that I can't help but crave it at the same time."

"I know, pet. It's who you are," he said. "I want you to think back and remember how we helped you get where you are today."

"How was that, Master?"

"When I prodded you to offer oral sex to your wife, whenever she wanted it, I believe that you opened the door to her seeing you in a different way, and letting her know that she could put her own desires first. Even if it was me pushing you, it was you who finally said something."

"Yes, Master. That's true."

"You should know already that your new Mistress has enjoyed giving your mouth and body to men. She's even enjoyed watching it."

"Yes Master."

"Submission means that you place your Mistress's desires and wishes and needs above your own. It means that you should be proactively focused on pleasing her whenever you can," he said softly. "It doesn't mean that you have to be silent about what is in your mind and heart. Sending you into those places, to be used and shown off and displayed greatly amused me, even aroused me. I believe some version of those things may just do the same for your Mistress, if you learn how to offer it."

"Do you really think so, Master?"

"I do. She's already offered you to men, including me. She likes to tease you. She likes to see the torment in your mind, as I do, when you're confronted with how much you love being turned into a fucktoy for another's amusement."

I felt even his words tease me.

"It's hard to accept, even now, even with all this, that she really wants this."

"Trust the evidence of that collar around your neck, and the marks she has placed on you, claiming you," he said. "I think she's eagerly anticipating the first time a man bends you over and finds that tramp stamp staring back at him."

The thought of that, and the reminder of that permanent mark on me, made me feel warm again. I was sure Master was right.

"Just look at you, slut. On your knees, in the middle of the day, dressed like a naughty sissy slut, caged and collared and so hungry. You're desperate to suck me, I'd wager, but the only thing standing between you and the cock you want is yourself and the secrets you're keeping."

"I don't know that I could tell her about all those things that I've done, Master. Those things for you, and even before that."

"I'm not asking you to, pet. I want you to look forward. Get yourself back to those places at the end of your Mistress's leash and you may find that seeing her face as you're used adds more pleasure than you've ever had before. Picture that pleasure without guilt or regret."

"I will try, Master," I said.

"I know you will. After all, it will be part of you pleasing your Mistress, as you open yourself up to serving her as your total and complete self."

"Thank you, Master."

"You're welcome, slut," he said, then lifted himself out of his chair. "Now I'd better go. Your desperation is intoxicating, and I have only so much willpower. Do one last thing for me, fucktoy."

"What is that, Master?" I asked, noticing the bulge in his pants as he stood.

"I want you to spend the rest of the day plugged, with one condition."

"What is that, Master?"

"When the day is over, I want you to tell your Mistress that you did so. I don't want you to tell her that you did it for me, but I want you to be honest with her about how it makes you feel to be plugged -- especially when you wear it along with the cage."

"Yes, Master. I will. And I'll only tell her about how it felt."

"Good fucktoy," he said. "One last secret."

Interlude

Jane could feel herself smiling all the way to work. Everywhere her thoughts went, she found wonderfully erotic and sensual memories. She hadn't experienced so many orgasms in a single weekend before, or felt so sexually alive. She felt sexy and she knew that she looked sexy. She was eager to feel the eyes of the men in her office staring at her hungrily -- especially Theo's and Mark's.

She had used the strap-ons a lot and she'd ridden David's face and, while both had been exquisite experiences, she imagined that riding either of their sizeable cocks would also be welcome. The more pleasure she felt, the more she seemed to have capacity for.

Her phone rang as she neared work. She saw Jenn's name on the call-display on the car's display and answered with an enthusiastic hello.

"Good morning babe," Jennifer's voice greeted her. "Sorry to call so early but I wanted to catch you before your day started and find out how the reveal went."

"It was so fun. You should have seen the look on his face."

"Oh it must have been delicious. I kept wondering if he'd be more freaked out by the piercings or the ink."

"I think it's a pretty even reaction between both, and the collar still too."

"It's all so hot. He's yours. Your sexual plaything."

"He is," Jane answered. "I'm kind of feeling that sink in as well."

"What is he up to today?"

"Monday is still one of his work from home days, so I told him to dress sexy whenever he's not on cam for a meeting. Other than that, I'm sure he's working away, squirming, checking his tattoos and ringed nipples out in the mirror, all while the cage keeps him out of trouble."

"That's hot," Jenn giggled.

"It really is, plus I also get to come home to a clean house and dinner waiting for me."

"Maybe even better."

"Definitely."

"Maybe it's too early to ask, but have you thought about what you want to do with him?"

"What do you mean?"

"I was just wondering. I kind of guessed that you've still got at least two men at your office, one man at his work, plus as much of me as you want too. I'm confident that you've got plans for your own sexual future. I was just curious how David plays into that now. You can of course tell me to mind my own business."

"I wouldn't do that. I have you and your tricky little emails to thank for a lot of this. I feel like you're in this with me."

"That's sweet."

"To be honest, I'm not sure. I'm kind of playing it by feel. It was such fun to have him dressed up as a maid for us. I'm pretty sure there's going to be more of that. I also really got off watching him suck Ken's cock."

"Damn, that was good."

"It was. I think I like the idea of making him do things like that. I told him he'd never fuck a woman again, but that does leave men. Wouldn't it be kind of fun and wicked to make it so that he is having more sex than ever before, but only with men?"

"Oh, that is wicked!" Jenn replied.

"I kind of thought so too. I was worried it was too mean, but funnily enough, I started not to worry too much about that."

"You're terrible!" Jenn laughed.

"Maybe I am, but you encouraged me," she said. "I am at work now, hun, so I'm going to have to sign off."

"Okay," Jenn replied. "Have a good one."

"Bye babe. I'm sure I will."

Putting her thoughts to words had only raised the level of Jane's arousal. Her ideas about tormenting David and changing his sex life had been little more than I fleeting thought when she had started talking, but as she shared her thoughts, she liked it more and more. It was making her warm and wet just imagining the hundreds of little details.

On her drive in, she imagined that she'd be able to wait until her lunch hour, but that wouldn't do any longer. As she anticipated, she noticed the men's eyes following her as she walked in. Some were unable to hide their attention, and she saw heads turn as well. As soon as she reached her office, she flipped a coin. Heads landed upward, and heads meant Theo. She sent him a text with a very clear message.

"I need you inside me now. Find a place for us and send me your location."

Happily for Jane, her tone was clear even in text. She had no idea of how Theo scrambled and rushed and brainstormed, as all she saw was that within 15 minutes, Theo had texted her back a time and location. A quick check of the map on her phone showed her that it seemed to be a rather exquisite little townhouse just about a block away, one one of those old streets downtown where a few of the historic houses remained. The time was in less than an hour.

Jane entered an "outside meeting" in her calendar and, at about 20 before her appointment, she strolled out, mentioning to one of the admin aides that she'd be back in a couple hours.

The stroll was wonderful. Jane felt like she was walking on air. She felt a bounce in her step, which only made her cleavage more attractive. She found the house without any problem, even with its almost surprisingly modest and discreet entrance. She pressed on the small doorbell near the door and waited. After just a few seconds, the heavy door swung open, and there was Theo, looking a bit frazzled, but wearing a wide smile. He ushered her inside.

She stepped into an ornate foyer and then through stained glass french doors into a luxurious sitting room. The walls were all deep colours with dark wood trim, richly illuminated by a myriad of little lamps spread around.

"What is this place?" Jane asked as she looked around, impressed.

"I'm not sure you'd believe me if I told you," Theo answered, looking a bit sheepish.

"I'm coming to be quite open minded of late," she answered.

"It's a dungeon," he said. "One of those places that you can go see a Dominatrix. As it turns out, you can also rent the space by the hour, once they know you."

"And they know you, do they?"

"I... I have been here before, yes," Theo answered, now blushing.

"That will be something for us to talk about, perhaps," Jane smiled, "but I'm not looking to be your Dominatrix today. I don't want you crawling on your knees or begging to be spanked. I want to fucked, Theo. Well and properly fucked. Do they have a room in this dungeon for that?"

"They do."

"Then lead the way. I've been thinking about this since I arrived at work."

Theo led Jane down a narrow hall, past a series of rooms, each of which was decorated with a specific and clear theme in mind. They passed a classroom, a doctor's office and a Victorian bedroom before reaching a more simple, open room near the back of the house. The walls were lined with shelves full of toys in between larger devices and bits of furniture, including a steel cage large enough to hold a man standing up. In the middle of the room, under a skylight, was what looked like a cradle of leather, suspended by four chains.

"Have you ever used a sex swing?" Theo asked.

"I can't say that I have," Jane answered, "but I think I'd really quite like to."

Jane stepped towards Theo, enjoying how tall he was a bit more with every step. She wrapped her arms around him and, up on her toes, kissed him hungrily. Theo responded, circling her in a tight hug that pulled her body against his chest and kissed her back. Their hands started caressing each other, then pulling at the buttons and zippers and clasps of each other's clothing. The kiss continued until they were nearly naked -- Theo standing in just socks and Jane in her stockings.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Are you kidding? I'm soaked here."

Theo gripped her by the waist and lifted her up and lowered her down gently, until her bottom was cradled by the swing. Supported by the chains were other straps, which Theo helped her into -- one on either side to support and lift her legs. There were small straps higher up on the back chains for her to grip with her hands.

"Comfortable?" Theo asked.

"Surprisingly so," Jane answered, moving around a bit and testing out the supports.

When she leaned her head back, she could look right up at the nearly cloudless sky through the skylight above her.

Theo moved close, between her spread thighs. His cock was thick and hard and throbbing. Jane, no longer with any leverage or foothold, sat suspended and waiting to be entered. She felt hungry and eager, wet and weightless. When Theo guided himself to her, pausing just at the entry for a moment, then pulled her tight, she moaned aloud.

She leaned back, feeling the swing take her weight. Her legs were wide and high. She held on tight to the grips with her hand and enjoyed the ride. Every thrust sent her rocking, but Theo and gravity always pulled her back. It was a uniquely thrilling and playful experience, and all she had to do was feel it. Theo drove into her hard and deep, and his pace was only increasing. With her position and angle, Theo was able to drive so deep into her, and she felt every inch of him. She was, in a way, reliant on him but that also meant that he was doing all the work.

There were times that his hips were thrusting and rolling, pushing himself into her, and other times when he was moving her instead, getting her swinging and then pulling her back. She felt like she was on a ride and she began to gasp and laugh and scream as though she was too. She hoped the old house was soundproof, though she didn't care that much if she was overheard. These weren't her neighbours, after all.

It felt so playful to be moving as she was, to be able to look up and see the sky one moment and the next to lower her gaze to this man, this handsome, strong, muscular man who was throwing himself into satisfying her. He was smiling but with such intensity. She gripped his throbbing cock tight inside her. There wasn't a lot else she could do, other than that, other than to perhaps be vocal and dirty.

"Oh fuck yes," she purred. "You're so fucking thick inside me. I want you to rail me so hard, baby. Fuck me like I've never been fucked before!"

Theo moaned louder. He smiled, saw the light in her eyes and joined in, self-aware enough to know it was a bit of a role to play in a game they were playing together.

"You can't get this at home, can you? Not like this, not like with me."

"God no. No, he's too small and not man enough. I don't let him fuck me anymore. Never. Never again."

"That's right. You don't need him. Not when you can have this. Like this. You're so wet and so tight. You're so fucking sexy."

"Your cock, I want it so deep inside me. Rail me, fuck me, fill me up. I want you to explode inside me. I want your cum inside me. Fuck me, Theo!"

The room was full of the sounds and smells of sex. Their bodies slapped together and the two of them moaned and gasped and, at last, they two of them felt their orgasms crest together. Jane was soaking wet as Theo felt his legs tense and he erupted. He pushed balls deep into her with every pulse of his orgasm, nearly screaming with pleasure.

After his last spurt, he felt the shudder all through his body. Still inside her, he felt himself relying on holding onto her to remain on his feet. After a minute or two of just standing there, panting, feeling the light movement of air in the room over his glistening body, he finally spoke.

"Holy fuck, do I love this," he laughed.

Jane's head was back and she too was recovering, just holding onto the straps and feeling the rest of the swing hold her there in the air, her legs wrapped around this man. This capital M Man.

"Oh dear god, that was just what I needed," she purred.

"Not getting enough fun at home," Theo teased.

"I'm not sure you'd believe me if I told you," Jane laughed. "Now help me out of this thing."

Once they had Jane back on her feet, Theo showed her where there was a simple but clean bathroom where she could shower if she wanted and freshen up. She redid her makeup while he showered afterwards. She decided that it might be fun to not hide, so she decided the two of them would walk back to work together.

She almost felt like holding his hand as they walked, but she restrained herself.

"This isn't going to cause you trouble, is it?" Theo asked. "I mean, at home or at work, or anything?"

"No, don't worry about that," she answered. "I've got that all under control."

"I'm glad," he said. "I certainly don't want this to stop."

"I don't see any reason why it should, as long as you understand what this is, and what it isn't."

"You don't want me falling in love with you, Jane?"

"Well, I can hardly imagine that you wouldn't, but I just mean that this is just sex for me. I have a husband. I don't want jealousy or possessiveness."

"Don't worry. I'll be a good secret lover."

"I don't care about secrets. My husband is fully aware that I have sex with others. Who knows, maybe I'll have him watch us sometime."

"I can't tell if you're kidding," Theo laughed.

"I guess only time will tell," Jane replied.

They had reached the office, and Theo held open the door for her. They didn't say anything more, but Theo couldn't stop thinking about the smile on Jane's lips as they rode the elevator back to work in silence.