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steady fingertips grazed her skin, inching higher up her leg.
    Finally, she could stand no more and, gazing into his eyes as he crouched on the floor, she parted her legs right at him. When his unflinching eyes fell to her soaked pussy, she moaned. He took his time, like he wanted to remember this moment forever, until at last he returned his eyes to hers.
    Then she felt his hands on each knee.
    With gentle but firm pressure he slowly spread her open. He wanted to see everything and his confident aggression turned her on. She opened her legs to him and let him see all she had.
    “You're gorgeous,” he exhaled. “Every flawless inch of you.”
    The chime rang at the door as another customer entered and Tiffany gracefully closed her legs before they were caught. They made small talk as they moved to the register. My wife bought a pair and was sure to get his business card as well. She got in her car and drove straight home to me. I made her wear those shoes as I fucked her until she exploded. When she came it was the longest, loudest, and most powerful of her life.
    I met Ray that weekend and brought him up to date. He asked a million questions, as always, but this time seemed to focus on me and how I felt about all this. I assured him I was fine with it and more than fine; I liked it. Mostly I liked what it did to Tiffany. Our sex life was the best it had ever been.
    “So far it's all been flirty innocent fun. How will you feel when Tiffany sees another man's penis?”
    I hadn't allowed myself to consider that so I sat silent.
    “You are headed that way. You now that, right?”
    “We are? That seems like an awfully big jump to me, Ray”
    “Yes. Trust me, as a man who has been all the way down this road, that is where you will one day soon find yourself.”
    “But why? We are having a blast just the way things are.”
    “Because, as you've already discovered, if this much is good, then a little more is better. Each stage will become the new norm and you'll need to escalate things to get that same rush. While that is going on, you will learn that there is less to fear than you believed so pushing the envelope becomes easier. Remember how nervous you were after our first meeting? Now your wife is spreading her legs to other men and you both love it. Just a few months ago you would have felt anger and jealousy at that suggestion.”
    I tried to swallow but couldn't so I took a sip of beer and choked. I imagined Tiffany holding a penis in her hand and broke into a sweat.
    “What do I do?” I asked Ray.
    He leaned back and looked around the bar, thinking. He leaned back in.
    “Follow it, my friend. I can tell you at some point you will cross a line where it begins to feel wrong. Everybody's line falls in a different place. When that happens, you will then know your true comfort level, but you have to get there to find it. No way to know in advance or to guess. You have to walk the walk.”
    I risked another swallow of beer and was successful.
    “This is intense,” I admitted.
    “Nothing like it,” he conceded.
    We stopped talking and watched the game. I could not believe I was considering his suggestion, but I was.
    For a while Tiff and I left things the same. Tiff enjoyed her innocent games and came home hot and ready. Her wardrobe for work remained mostly the same, perhaps a little more leg and slightly more cleavage, but her wardrobe for going out, with or without me, changed completely. She was the same sweet, shy, reserved wife, mostly, but that was all on the outside. On the inside she was turning into an attention junkie.
    One night we were out for drinks and to listen to a new band our friends raved about. Tiffany wore a tight white pencil skirt and tank-top and her extra hours at the gym really showed. At first I thought she wore a sports bra under her tank but the more I watched her move the more I realized it was just a sheer bralette. It offered no padding or support; her big tits bounced independently