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

with Marty proved to her that he was a man capable and willing to express his emotions, fully able to devote himself to one woman.
    Tess, on the other hand, was into fun, seduction, and being on stage. A man like Marty could get deeply hurt by a woman like Tess. Allie felt sorry for him, almost wanting to protect Marty from her, and the wounds Allie knew Tess could inflict. The problem was Tess’s packaging was just too delicious to resist.
    Allie listened to their soft murmurs drift across the yard. Tess’s giggling irritated her ears like nails on a chalkboard. Allie saw their darkened shadows walk toward the workshop, the door clicking closed behind them.
    A tiny light lit up the dark window. Before Allie knew what she was doing, she skirted around the edge of the yard, approaching the workshop from the side. Why was she so preoccupied with them? What did she want with them? Or was it Marty? Something inside of her was being erected, something forbidden. Allie felt like she didn’t know who she was anymore, these thoughts invading her mind. She had tried to push them down, knowing they were wrong. Allie wanted something. She knew what it was. It was easier and safer to keep denying it, but ignoring the elephant in the room was becoming impossible.
    The more she watched them, the more she wanted it, or Marty, for herself. When Allie thought of Dan, guilt seared through her, a brief, short punishment, but her urges and wants would rise again, only to overpower and smother her remorse like dirt on a fire.
    She stalked them through the panes of the same window. Marty had Tess’s dress unzipped, his large, strong hands splayed across the brown skin of her back. Tess’s head was hanging back, her hair swaying over Marty’s hands like a showroom curtain. He was biting her neck. Tess’s fingers dug into the skin of his shoulder.
    Her dress fell to the ground, another garment covered in cedar shavings. He reached down and grabbed her leg, raising it up to his hip. Allie found her own body responding to Marty’s touch, aching for him. Marty’s fingers slipped into the seam of Tess’s ass.
    Tess’s hands were fumbling, fighting with Marty’s pants. She dropped to her knees, stroking over the arc of Marty’s cock. Her tongue laved at the head then licked down the underside, lapping at his balls. Marty’s head fell back, his mouth open, his face slack with pleasure. He was speaking to Tess. Allie couldn’t make out the words. Marty’s thick fingers wove though Tess’s hair, holding her head as his cock fucked her mouth, his hips thrusting like a well-oiled machine. Marty lifted Tess up, her legs wrapped around his body like tentacles. He turned and rested her ass on top of his workbench. He spread her wide, guiding his cock between the folds of her pussy. Tess’s head flung back, she called to him, her cries a high shrill through the window. Tess’s legs tightened around Marty’s torso, ecstasy wrapping around them, sealing them within their own sheath of heat. Allie’s pulse pounded in her throat, her palms sweaty. She had to finally look away. Envy gnawed at her, digging deep and taking root.
    Allie walked home. She didn’t want any part of Tess’s swing club life. She knew Marty didn’t either. Allie wanted something else. Something she didn’t think Tess was worthy of having. It wasn’t fair. Tess couldn’t have it both ways.

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    The next morning Allie sat at her table drafting a rough sketch for Marty’s wall. She had a mountain scene with a raging river running below it. She decided to add a small meadow of purple and orange wildflowers. She still needed to firm up a few details with Marty. The swing club discussion had dominated the rest of the afternoon.
    After three nights of pacifying Marty, Tess was back to her reckless, selfish ways, only thinking of her own wants and desires. Her car roared out of her driveway at nine thirty, which was earlier than usual, her addictive need for attention