Ian and Emily and Kumar

They were like ships passing in the night now. They saw each other briefly for social events, at lunch, sometimes at dinner. But Ian was balls deep in Betty, and Kumar was balls deep in Emily.

She'd thought about broaching the 'd' word. She wondered if he'd done the same. Perhaps most problematically, they didn't even care enough to communicate about what they truly wanted. And what they both truly wanted, at the end of the day, was Black ass and Brown cock. Emily texted Kumar. She could be shameless about it, she thought, smiling.