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wouldn't you still want to? You are clearly attracted to him and he you. He's hot and handsome. Honestly, you two make a gorgeous couple.”
    “We do?”
    “Yes, I noticed it that night at the club. Other people thought so too; you turned heads left and right.”
    “I love that,” she murmured. “I'm hot enough for Chris?”
    I ignored her to finish my point. “On the other hand,” I continued, “it is a hard thing to hear your wife say she desires another man. My emotional side hates those words at the same time they kind of turn me on. Weird, huh?”
    She chuckled. “We've done so many weird things this year I don't even keep track of them anymore. One thing I do know is every one of them has brought us closer. I feel more connected to you than ever before.”
    “Same for me. Crazy.”
    “It is. I remember in college I didn't really care too much for my roommates. Then one weekend they celebrated a birthday and invited me and we drank and smoked and snorted. By Monday we were great friends; getting high together bonded us. This feels like that. You show me so much trust and vulnerability. I love you more now than I ever have.”
    We sat with our own thoughts for a time. We really had come a long way.
    When she spoke her voice was small and quiet. “So, can I?”
    Now it was my turn for my whole body to tense. Funny thing was, I wanted her to and after a moment I told her so. I caught her completely by surprise.
    “Oh my fucking God! David, are you serious? You better not be teasing me. Are you?”
    “Nope. I can picture it perfectly and it's fucking hot. It scares me but in this arena I scare easily, I think. In the end it always turns out I had nothing to fear.”
    She pounced on me. Her lips were hot and wet and she kissed all over my mouth and then moved up to my eyes. She hugged my head against her big tits. It suddenly occurred to her that her over-reaction might hurt my feelings and she regained her composure instantly but struggled to keep it.
    “When?” she asked, her feet squirming. “And how? What will you do? No way my brother can be there for that. Do you trust him now?  Am I going to see him alone?”
    I let that sink in; what would that be like? I imagined myself waiting at home for her to return, knowing she was in his arms, kissing him, sucking him, knowing he moved inside her. No, no way, too much.
    “No, I have to be there.”
    “Gross. How?”
    I thought for a moment. I stood on my knees and looked around our bedroom.
    “Bring him back here, Tiffany. Tell him you're staying with me again but I got called into work so you have my house to yourself. We can remove all the pictures and other items that show you are actually my wife. I can hide in the closet on your side of the bed.  It overlooks the whole bedroom. Plus, that way I'll be close by in case of trouble.”
    “Trouble?”
    “We don't know this guy, Tiffany. I'm protective, in spite of what I'm agreeing to.”
    She looked around the room until our eyes met. Her eyes danced as she spoke.
    “Jesus, David; in our own home, in our own bedroom, in our actual bed. Fuck, that is hot as Hell. That's hotter than a hotel room. We'll never look at this room or this bed in the same way. Imagine the first time you and I have sex again after I've done it with him.  Goddamn. This bed will become as sacred as an altar.”
    She walked on her knees across the bed and took my hands. Her lips came up to mine and we kissed and I felt all the love and trust behind it. Her lips were hot and wet and slick and she put every ounce of all she felt for me behind that kiss.
    As soon as that kiss ended, doubt crept in. This was not sexy flirting or even a blowjob, this was actual fucking. Chris would make love to Tiffany in our bed. I looked down at it.
    “I'm trembling,” Tiffany murmured. I put my arm across her shoulder. When we laid down I pulled her close and we snuggled. Neither of us spoke for a long time and I began to think she'd fallen asleep