Szot, JC - The South Window (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by JC Szot Page A

Marty got up and brought more coffee to the table. Allie’s mind was flooded with thoughts of what a place like that might be like.
    “Are you all right, Allie?” Marty topped off their mugs.
    “Yeah, I just wonder what it’s like. I mean, not the sex part.” She laughed. “I’ve just never seen a place like that. What’s it look like? Like a bar? Or just any other building?”
    “It’s in the middle of nowhere, but I guess it has to be. Wanna go see it?” He laughed, playfully nudging her arm, grinning. Allie stared at him, stunned.
    “I’ll take you there if you’re curious about it. I mean, I was. I know what you’re thinking because I was thinking the same thing.” Marty returned the coffee pot to the burner and joined her back at the table.
    “How could we go?” she asked cautiously. “If Tess saw me there with you she’d kill us. She’s become a bit possessive of you. Did you know that?”
    Marty had a pained look on his face. “I wouldn’t know. One night last week she was trying to pawn me off on another woman. She wanted to watch, but she didn’t care who I was fucking around with.” They sat at the table, the conversation losing steam.
    “If you want to see this place, I’ll take you.” Marty’s eyes locked with hers. “Now, I don’t think we could go inside, because then we could have an issue.” Marty pointed toward the window, gesturing to Tess’s house across the street.
    “God no!” Allie left his hard gaze. “That I couldn’t do.” Allie was undecided. Part of her wanted to go, but then part of her didn’t. Allie wasn’t sure she wanted to see that part of Tess’s secret world.

Chapter 10

    “So, what have you been up to?” Tess was reclined on the love seat in Allie’s studio, watching her format her computer screen.
    “Working—trying to do more graphics for my boss. How about you?” Allie turned to face her.
    Tess dangled her legs over the edge of the love seat, her blue sundress riding up her thighs. Allie tried to imagine her having sex with two men or another couple. Since her talk with Marty, she’d been preoccupied with Tess’s lifestyle.
    “Not much,” she pouted.
    “How are things going with you and Marty?” Allie watched her reaction carefully.
    “It’s okay, but I just wish he was more outgoing.” She pulled her dark, silky hair out from under her neck, letting it hang off the arm of the love seat.
    “He seems to be outgoing enough.” Allie pressed slightly, wanting to see how far Tess would let this conversation go.
    Tess shrugged her shoulders, looking mildly annoyed. That was all she was going to get. Allie turned around and went back to her wedding designs.
    “When’s Dan coming home?” Tess asked, getting up and slinking toward the door.
    “Not for awhile. Weeks,” Allie told her. “I take it you’re leaving?” She looked at Tess resting her backside against the door.
    “Yeah, I’ll see you later, maybe tomorrow.” Her tone sounded bored.
    “All right, have a good night.” Allie smiled, knowing the sexual stage that awaited Tess.
    Marty got lucky two nights in a row. Allie was out back on the deck, reclining in the lounge chair, when she saw Tess walk across Marty’s lawn in the dark. Allie got up and moved her chair slightly so Tess wouldn’t see her. It was a sultry summer night. Hot, moist air hung heavy, everything stuck to your skin.
    Marty must have been expecting Tess. Before she reached his back porch, the screen door opened. Allie saw her pull him out the door and into her arms. He buried his hands in her hair, clutching her head. Allie couldn’t figure out just how emotionally attached Marty was. Once the novelty of great sex wore off for Tess, Allie wondered where that would leave him.
    Tess was in a skimpy sundress, her feet bare. Their kiss was long, demanding, and deep. If Tess wasn’t on the same plane as Marty, Allie was looking at a soon-to-be-wounded man. Tess wasn’t deep. Allie’s conversation