No sooner had Jenny arrived home from her afternoon in the city than she pulled down Joe’s pants and sucked him to a quick orgasm.

“Whew,” Joe exclaimed, some minutes later. “What got into you? Not that I’m complaining.”

“This painting ... I might actually buy it.”

“Tell me more. What painting?”

“Okay, at the Jansen Gallery. I only intended to take a quick look around.”

“Yeah, I exhibited at Jansen once.”

“Right, that’s partly why I popped in. To see what they had now.”

“What did they have?”

“Some pretty good stuff, actually. Different artists.”

Joe nodded. “That’s their usual.”

“But one painting really got to me.”

“The one you might buy? How much is it?”

“Twenty-two,” Jenny said.

“Whew.”

“I know. But I kind of have to have it.”

“Who’s it by?”

“Klegg.”

“Ah. He does good stuff, I guess.”

“This was the first one I’d seen by him. I tell you, Joe, it really turned me on.”

“Erotic?”

Jenny thought for some seconds. “No, I guess not really. I mean superficially it had nothing to do with sex. Maybe it was just my mood. Maybe I was thinking about you. Missing you. But the more I looked at it, the more ... I couldn’t help it. I kind of squeezed my legs together. My cunt started clenching and clenching. And before you know it...”

“You came?”

“I did.”

“My goodness.”

“Yeah. But I guess it’s really too much. And you might not like it at all. And...”

“If you like it, I like it,” Joe said. “Maybe Jansen and I can make some kind of deal.”