Somewhere more intense.

Hands still on his wife's breasts, Jim spoke to Rick. "...and this is ok with you?"

"Yes," Rick said. Catherine nodded. He looked her up and down; she was leaning back languidly against the wall, hands over her head to facilitate his access.

"What else would be ok?"

Catherine shrugged. "With me? Anything. You know that."

"Let's see how far this goes," Rick said. "Why don't you have some fun and I'll tell you when you cross a line?"

Jim nodded, then turned back to the beaming woman. "Kiss me," he ordered.

Without hesitation, Catherine put her hands on his face and drew him into a tight, passionate kiss. She was at once demure and aggressive, her tongue gently probing his teeth as if to invite his. After a few seconds they broke off.

"Rick," Jim asked. "Can I fuck your wife?"

Rick found that he had no interest in watching. He was more turned on by sipping Merlot at the bar and knowing his wife was being railed in a private room.

She actually wasn't yet, but she was preparing. Jim slipped a condom out of his pocket and grinned. Catherine's smile flickered briefly when her eyes fell on it.

"Stop," she said hesitantly. It was as though seeing the condom made it real. "I... don't know."

Jim frowned, but stepped back respectfully. "Everything ok?"

"I'm... God, apparently even through the drop I'm... I feel weird about cheating. Even when he wants me to. I..."

"You can back out now if you want," Jim said gently. Catherine stared at the floor for a moment, then looked up at him with a mischievous grin. She rooted around in her purse and pulled out a small glass bottle.

"I wanna go all in," she said. "And if one drop doesn't get it done..."

Before he could protest, she carefully put a droplet of the chemical on her tongue. She swallowed it, then closed her eyes. Her body posture slackened, and Jim took the bottle and dropper away so she wouldn't break it. A small, beatific smile formed on her face.

"Catherine?" Jim asked nervously. She opened her eyes and looked at him with glassy tranquility.

"Yes?" she asked with mild curiosity. Her pupils were dilated, giving her a spacey look as she stared patiently at him.

"How do you feel?"

"Good..." she sighed, and started to clumsily pull off her top. "I feel good."

"Do you... can you feel the second drop? How does it feel?"

"Oh, God yes," she said, her cheek flushing. "I can feel it... it feels amazing." She smiled and tossed her shirt aside, then unzipped her pants. "I'm totally out of it now," she said slowly. "You can make me do anything."