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rustling sound. I heard a door shut. “I sent Marco to get some K-Y.
He’s been desperate to get into my ass.”
“Hope I’m not causing any problems.”
“No, it was time I said yes anyway. What’s your problem,
sweetie?”
[…]

Damn it, I didn’t want a pro. And I didn’t want to go to the bar
and sift through the teases and the tarts.
Finally, I picked up the phone and called Betty in Cancun; I
didn’t know what time it was there. […]

“I don’t cheat on my husband. We’ll have coffee.” She grinned.
“It’s an old times thing.”
I nodded and I left. I didn’t even shake her hand.
I didn’t expect her to call me for coffee, […]

“I’ve never cheated on her, but…well, all I’m saying is,
sometimes a guy gets the urge to look. Kim wouldn’ look. I’m the
only man she’s ever…y’know?” He sat there, blinking. He looked like
he was about to weep from the beauty of his wife’s purity. […]

month.”
“Maybe we could have coffee. A breakfast or lunch or something.”
“Maybe.” I could see the clean line of her neck and shoulders,
the weight of her breasts under her blouse, the curve of her calves.
I wondered what she looked like […]

like that. Her tongue was urgent, forceful. I could taste coffee and
Amaretto in her mouth. There was that stirring of my cock, that
awareness, that hadn’t been present for the strippers or (it seemed)
for a long time. I wrapped my arms around her, the warm solid
sweetness of […]

She said quietly, “So were you.” I was embarrassed, I don’t know
why.
We looked at each other for a long time. A lot of things flashed
into my mind: the solid rhythmic weight of Kim on my hips; Meyer’s
fussy voice […]

There was an amber glow on the ceiling from the logs that were burning
brightly in the fireplace. It warmed me with its radiating heat as I sat on
the floor before it. I slowly sipped the wine which he so readily poured. It
was sweet with a robust aroma that was clouding my head and thoughts. I
watched him as he turned to place another log on the fire.

Who was he? I only met him this morning. We talked briefly at our
chance meeting while browsing the shelves at a local bookstore. He was strong
and muscular. Tall, about 6 feet, with sandy brown hair. I suppose I was
attracted to him, for when he asked me to his place for a glass of wine, I
readily accepted.
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me–”
I held up my hands. “I wasn’t criticising.” I stood up. I had
barely touched my coffee. “I should go. It’s late, and I’ve got
clients to see in the morning.
She seemed grateful, and nervous, and she walked […]

when he goes off to the strip clubs.”
I smiled. “He doesn’t think you know about that.”
She shrugged. “You learn things about your husband, and one of
the things you learn is which lies are important.”
[…]