For a while, John carried on licking as he always did, paying special attention to Amelia's favourite spots. He had learned to use his time spend pleasuring Amelia as an opportunity to relax and cultivate mindfulness.
Something still itched at the back of his mind though.
Eventually, a possibility entered his mind.
"Nooo..." Thought John "It couldn't be..."
A quick lick at the skin above Amelia's clitoris confirmed his suspicion. In the space above her clitoris, beyond her outer labia, John felt a patch of hair.
It had only been a few hours since Amelia had last used John, and she had been clean shaven.
"This is so much better than when my husband does it."
That wasn't Amelia's voice either.
"Seriously, that useless sunovabitch couldn't be bothered to fuck me even after I went through all the trouble of getting myself waxed."
It was Miranda's.
"I'm so glad to have gotten you for Amelia." Said Miranda, "I'm gonna make sure Amelia never has to go through the shit I had to deal with."
Miranda began to tense up.
"Amelia... doesn't know... how... good... she has it" Said Miranda through bated breath.
John could feel the muscles in her body tense up and she trembled.
She leaned forward in her chair, trembling as she distanced her lips from John's.
Miranda held herself in that position for a few moments. before turning around to face John. Leaning over, she kissed the chair on the cheek.
"Thanks honey, I really needed that." She said. "Now don't you mention any of this to Amelia. You wouldn't want to leave a bad taste in her mouth after all."
Miranda chuckled to herself as she dabbed John's face with a tissue from Amelia's desk before making her way out of the room. Careful to ensure everything was as it was when she arrived.
