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that, she seemed to know that's what she was doing. She smiled provocatively.
    Now it isn't to say that Helena never did this sort of thing, she just didn't do it usually at seven pm on a weekday.
    “And that's not all,” she said. “Zahra made me do something else, too.”
    Like any man would, Steve felt a rush of lust pour over him like a cauldron of boiling oil. The things that went through his head, naturally, were of the dirtiest kind, and Steve had a whole bank of images that included his wife and Zahra, ready-to-go since the Tehranis had told them they were moving back to the area. The first one that flashed through his mind was of Zahra's long, sharp tongue sliding expertly along the very wet inner folds of his wife's cunt.
    It went on from there.
    “Did -” Steve coughed. His voice was coating the back of his throat like syrup. “Did she?” He punched himself in the chest.
    Helena smiled. And it was very evident, from the type of smile that she smiled, that she was smiling at the dirty thoughts she seemed to know had just gone through his head.
    Unusual.
    But like any man, Steve wasn't going to spend too long remarking to himself on how unusual it was or pondering what was going on.
    No, Steve was marching bravely forward to whatever dirty, bad thing Zahra had made his wife do, hoping it was as dirty as he imagined.
    Of course his wife hadn't been splayed on Zahra's lounge chair, getting her pussy licked while she sucked Reza's cock.
    And yet...
    Just before she pushed herself away from the counter, the black crochet sliding over her bare skin and the scraps of blue fabric, she seemed to...
    She did, didn't she?
    Wink at him?
    “Let's go out in the sunroom,” she suggested suddenly. On her way out of the kitchen she snatched two wine glasses and a bottle of wine – sitting there ready – from the counter.
    “Sunroom” was a tender euphemism for a strange porch the previous owners had tacked on to the house, and enclosed, but not insulated. Only two of the windows worked, so it was hot as hell in the summer and cold as hell in the winter. They had optimistically maintained a small table and a lounge chair in the space, for the two weeks a year it was actually pleasant.
    Steve followed Helena to the sunroom. Her cover-up slid from one shoulder and exposed a swatch of her skin. Faint, summery smells wafted to his nose as he followed her: chlorine, coconut, and then some other, expensive-smelling shampoos and soaps.
    It was a little too hot in the room this evening, but Steve didn't care. Helena set the glasses down and poured two glasses of wine. Then she stretched out on the lounge chair.
    Seductively.
    Steve sat down next to her in a poolside chair. There were big, waterproof cushions on the chairs, and they seemed to be from the seventies. It was always a little uncomfortable balancing on them.
    “So?” he said casually. His eyes moved up and down Helena's body. Damn, she looked good.
    She brought the wine glass to her lips. “So,” she said. She smiled. Her eyes were playful.
    Steve felt his cock filling, his whole body pulsing with interest. He wasn't sure what to do. He didn't want to jinx his good luck.
    He watched in both fascination and shock as Helena tipped her head back and pretty much downed the whole glass of wine. Then she leaned back onto the lounge chair, her hands above her head, her whole body elongated in a feline stretch.
    Steve almost choked on his wine.
    “Do you want to see what Zahra made me do?”
    Part of his mind raced to find a clever thing to say, but most of his mind and all of his body were paralyzed. Helena was already sliding the swimsuit cover up and over her body. For a moment Steve had a sinking sensation that Zahra might have told her to get a tattoo or something. Who knew?
    The bikini looked insanely hot on her, once she was freed from the cover-up. Her new curves, layered over her wiry frame, were taut and inviting. The crochet top of the suit barely covered the