Jane admits that she liked watching

In the hushed ambiance of the steam room, the weight of their unspoken emotions hung heavy in the air. John's heart raced as he struggled to find the right words, **** to salvage what was left of their connection.

"I don't know what it means for us," John finally confessed, his voice laced with anxiety and vulnerability. He looked into Jane's eyes, searching for a glimmer of understanding.

Jane's gaze, once filled with tension, softened as she leaned in closer to him. "Can I be entirely open with you, John?" she asked, her tone shifting from cold and distant to one of vulnerability.

A surge of hope flickered within John as he nodded. "Of course, Jane," he replied, his voice gentle and reassuring.

She hesitated for a moment, uncertainty clouding her expression. John urged her gently, "Go on, Jane. Whatever it is, we'll work through it together."

Taking a deep breath, Jane began to speak, her voice wavering with a mixture of emotions. "As upset as I am about what I saw, part of me... part of me liked watching you, John. I liked seeing you pleasuring yourself with another woman watching."

John's mind whirled as he processed her words. He didn't know how to react to this revelation, torn between guilt and confusion. "Jane, I..." he stammered, trying to find the right words.

Jane continued, her voice gaining confidence. "I liked the idea of you being wanted by someone else. It turned me on, even though it also made me angry."

John nodded slowly, beginning to understand the complex web of emotions that Jane was trying to untangle. "I see," he said softly.

Jane's next question struck at the heart of the matter. "Do you have feelings for that woman, John?"

John's response was immediate and earnest. "No, Jane. I love you, and only you. What happened in there... it was because she started teasing me, and I was already aroused, as you know because you saw..." His voice trailed off as he spoke, leaving the unspoken truth hanging in the air.