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might’ve been doing,” he said, still laughing, the tears now running down his face.
    “You are joking,” I said, incredulous that Frank would openly wank-off while sitting next to Jeff, watching a porn flick.
    “I’m not kidding. My flabber was gasted; I was blushing, wishing I was someplace else, anywhere else in fact—other than sitting beside the horny toad.”
    I laughed at the way he’d turned the word flabbergasted into two separate words, which I was sure, didn’t exist.
    “Well, I’ll try to restrain myself when we watch them, spare your blushes.” I was excited with how the evening was going. So he was still up for us having a good night. My stomach lurched from the sheer thought of it.
    “I know for a fact, I’ll get more pleasure and enjoyment from watching you do it,” Jeff said, winking at me.
    I felt like a teenager again as I blushed at his words. I jumped when his hand landed on my leg almost as quickly as his words reached my ears.
    “What’s for dessert, is it something we could bring with us to the study?” His fingers played with the vee between my thighs.
    “Well, I’d planned on dishing up the cheesecake in the fridge or we could have some Bailey’s ice-cream I bought.”
    His eyes darkened as he said, “Let’s bring the ice cream,” and gave my vee a gentle squeeze.
    ***
    We sat huddled together in front of the computer, our ice cream in hand, as I took him to the places bookmarked for his viewing pleasure. As he watched, my concentration flailed with thoughts of how I could sit here with my husband, languishing in the sensation provided by a lover with no feeling of guilt or remorse. As Jeff stroked my pubic fur, flicking through the websites, my memories brought the image of Alessandro’s long slicked fingers, how good they felt. 
    My attention returned to the present as I noticed the content of the sites that seemed to hold Jeff’s attention longer. His fingers between my legs would become more determined as he watched. The pressure increased, igniting the involuntary responses from my mound, and my clit grew against his fingers as he pressed on. Each one of these short stories shared a common theme. I glanced in his direction. His concentration never wavered. He even rewound a few of them. The bulge in his pants signaled the level of his arousal to these scenes.
    I became excited and wondered if Jeff would be interested in experiencing a scene like those for real. Would he want to watch me doing that? A new flick started. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was as I had imaged it at Alessandro’s home. Without taking his eyes off the screen, Jeff undid the button and zipper to his pants. He reached for my hand and placed it on his erect penis. As I wanked my husband, my mind was reeling. Could I be so lucky, to have a husband who appeared to share the same kink I’d just discovered I had?
    Am I brave enough to broach the subject with him later? I pondered.
    My sweet spot was soaked and Jeff noticed how wet I’d suddenly become.
    “Should we take this upstairs? Although I’d prefer we did it here to this video.” 
    I answered by standing up and pulling my dress over my head; letting is slide to the floor. Jeff gasped at the sight of me. Unlike the night before, tonight I’d anticipated this moment and had dressed accordingly. I wore a black lace, shelf bra and matching thong set, over black stocking and suspender belt.
    I began to pull down my thong.
    “No! Leave it on.” Jeff stood up, letting his pants fall to the floor. With his cock still poking out of his boxers he brought me into the fold of his arms. He kissed me fiercely as if a man possessed. Then he bent me over the desk and knelt down behind me. I felt him move the thin layer of fabric from between my crack, replacing it with the sweet sensation of his tongue. My legs trembled as I thought of how it had felt when Alessandro had his tongue doing the exact same thing through my panties only hours