Wife's Special Arrangement

Kuleana counted the minutes until her wife got off. The call dragged. Then her wife sighed about overtime. Again. Kuleana stared at the piggy bank, slipped another coin through the slot with a little grin. "Looks full," she purred. "Remember what that means?" Her wife gave a dry laugh, nothing more. The line clicked dead. Kuleana worked the wedding ring off her finger and let it clink into the drawer. She tugged the knob tight. An hour later she pushed Skye Blue onto the sofa. Skye yanked Kuleana’s blouse open and sucked on her nipple. Kuleana raked blunt nails down Skye’s back, ground her knee between Skye’s thighs. Skye felt a hardness nudge her hip—metal. The ring. She froze. "You’re married?" Kuleana bit her own lip. "Yeah. But we have a rule. Every late night adds a coin. Jar gets full, I get to fuck someone else. She’s okay with it." She slid the ring back onto Skye’s palm, an offering. Skye breathed hard. Her pulse fluttered against Kuleana’s wrist. Kuleana leaned in, ran her tongue along Skye’s earlobe. "You’re soaked. So am I. You really wanna walk away because of a coin we already counted?" Skye swallowed, hips tilting forward despite herself. She let the ring fall to the floor. It rolled under the couch.