No More Forgiveness

Summary

At an industry party, my award-winning actress wife lost a game. Instead of taking the drinking penalty, she chose to French kiss her childhood sweetheart for three minutes.

By the end of it, both of them were flushed, and Mira Lane's blouse had been stripped down to nothing but a camisole.

If there had not been other people in the room, I believe they would have taken that kiss even further.

Julian Reed sent me the livestream himself.

The next day, Mira came to my office to collect her monthly allowance.