You and I

Chapter 6: He can't read my poker face

Chapter title lyrics from "Poker Face" by Lady Gaga. 👀👀
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"You should take this--whatever you're feeling for me--and go sleep with your husband."

"What?" She sat up, suddenly feeling like she had been submerged in ice water.

"Have you had sex since we last talked?"

"No, but--"

"He's going to know something's wrong the longer you wait. You might as well do it now."

"But I don't want him," Tarja whispered. "I only want you."

"Then let me help you."

"How would you do that?"

"Do you have Airpods?" Sharon asked.

"Yes, but what--"

"Put one in."

"Okay." She walked over to the shelf where she kept all of her electronic equipment and took one of her Airpods out of their case, confused as to why Sharon was having her do this.

"Okay, I have it in now," she said.

Her friend's voice now came directly into her ear through the device. "Now go upstairs."

Chapter 6: He can't read my poker face

Her blood ran cold as she suddenly realized what Sharon intended. "No, no, I can't--we can't do this."

"Just wear your hair down. He won't be able to see it. Close your eyes and let me talk you through it. You'll enjoy it, I promise."

Tarja took a shaky breath. "What about Robert? And your kids? Where are you?"

"He took them for a weekend camping trip so I could have time alone. No one's going to hear me."

"This is wrong," she whispered.

"Suit yourself. But I'm going to have some fun."

Sharon moaned, and Tarja had to squeeze her legs together to quell her building arousal.

"Okay, okay," she whispered. "Just wait. Wait for me."

"Of course I'll wait for you, darling." Sharon laughed, the sound that always made Tarja go weak in the knees.

She hurried up the stairs and into the bathroom, and she brushed out her hair and applied light makeup.

"Okay," she whispered. "God, are we really doing this?"

"It'll be okay. Just trust me."

She felt lightheaded as she walked down the hall to their bedroom and quietly opened the door. The light was already off, and Marcelo was asleep in their bed. She set her phone on her nightstand and turned it over so the screen was face-down.

Sharon was breathing heavily in her ear, and she was so aroused that her mind was too hazy to think too hard about exactly what they were doing right now. She yanked off her bikini top and bottoms, leaving them in a pool on the floor.

She heard Sharon begin to moan softly, and she threw the covers back. She yanked down Marcelo's boxers, and he woke up immediately, his hands flying to her shoulders.

"What--"

She pressed a finger to his lips. "Ssh. No talking."

She didn't want to miss a single moan or whisper from the woman currently occupying her mind.