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, but had never go ne in before. He told the clerk he suspected his wife of having an affair and wanted something to record activity in the bedroom. The clerk knew just what he wanted – a small, battery powered video recorder that had a sensor that turned it on when it detected movement. The tiny lens was separated from the body by a cord, so it could be easily hidden on a shelf. It cost $ 3 00, but Rick didn’t care. He wanted to have it all set up in time for the next session.
    Now he just had to talk Liz into it.
    At home that evening, he left the package in his car and went in to see how Liz was feeling. He was curious if she felt guilt y about fucking another man, despite his eagerness to make it happen.
    “Hi, how are you doing?” he asked solicitously.
    “Fine. I got a lot done – cleaned the upstairs bath, did some laundry…”
    “No, I don’t mean about that. I mean … you know.”
    She looked up. “Are you still on about that? I said I was fine on Saturday and again on S unday and today I’m still fine.”
    “Okay. That’s good. I’m just checking.”
    “Well, stop checking. You’re making me crazy.”
    * * *
    Liz couldn’t believe Rick was bringing it up again . She didn’t want to talk about it. She wanted to leave it alone. She would not be displeased if she never saw Darrell again. Because, if she dwelled on it, she feared she would desire her black lover over her husband. That would never do. She had tasted the forbidden fruit and found it delicious, now best stay away from the damn tree.
    “Okay, I’m sorry. I won’t mention it again…” He paused. “Well, I mean, unless you’d want it to happen again.”
    She stared at him, her body tingling all over. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
    “Why not? Didn’t you enjoy yourself?”
    “Yeah, but it’s just weird. I’m not the swinging type. I did it more for you than me, you know.” That at least was true, but the resulting orgasms were all hers, baby.
    Rick tipped his head. “Yeah, I guess.” He seemed disappointed. “So you don’t ever want to do it again?”
    She hesitated before she responded. She wanted Rick to insist. Then she’d have to go along, wouldn’t she? “I don’t know. Sounds like you’re all for it.”
    “I just thought it was a real turn-on , watching you. And I could tell you liked it too.”
    She shrugged. “Sure. It was my fantasy and all. But now I’ve lived it, I’m not sure I need to do it again.”
    “Oh. That’s too bad.” He seemed so down-hearted, she felt she might’ve gone too far.
    “Why did you like it so much? Aren’t you jealous?”
    “Surprisingly, no. I mean, watching you come so many times…” He trailed off.
    She knew he was thinking he could never give her orgasms like that. “Don’t you think it’s a bit weird, what we did?”
    “Not really. I mean, we both liked it. We have a nice guy willing to make our fantasies come true…”
    “Well, let me think about it. Right now, it just doesn’t feel right.”
    He brightened. “Okay! Sure, take your time. I’ll let Darrell know how you feel.”
    “Do you have to? Can’t you just let sleeping dogs lie?” Or sleeping cocks , she thought.
    She couldn’t help but think about it. The whole thing. Darrell, his cock, her husband watching. God, it gave her goosebumps at the oddest times. Like when she was naked in the shower, feeling her hands on her body and suddenly imagining they were Darrell’s. It made her weak in the knees. She dared not encourage another session. She was afraid of what might happen. She could get lost in Darrell’s arms and their marriage could be affected. No, it was better just to move on.
    A week went by. Rick had stopped talking about it, but his face told her he was still thinking about it. The way he looked at her, as if the question was on his lips but he dared not speak it. She was glad. Leave it alone!
     
    The doorbell rang at three- fifty the following Monday afternoon. Liz