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chest. In the moonlight, I could see how the slit that ran up the side of her dress was showing off a long slice of gleaming thigh. “I’d kind of lean over her, like this,” he said, demonstrating, his arms wrapping around her and miming writing. “And she’d just be giggling and squirming in my lap. Made it real difficult to concentrate.”
    I could see Kim’s eyes shining with excitement in the darkness, her pupils huge. Her breathing was faster, again and...was she nestling her ass back against him? She still had that conflicted look, but she also looked even more helpless. I’d been right. She was hooked.
    “Sometimes,” said Brad in a conspiratorial whisper, “when it was a really dull lecture, and it was summer, and Kim was in one of her little skirts--you know the ones, Louis? The really short ones?--do you know what we used to do?”
    “Shh!” said Kim. “Don’t--”
    “Sometimes, we’d--”
    “ Shh!” hissed Kim urgently. I was pretty sure she was blushing, in the darkness, but she gave a little giggle, too.
    “Sometimes, I’d work a hand up under her skirt--down here, under the desk, where no one could see. Like this.”
    He ducked his hand down under the desk. Into the darkness, where I couldn’t see what he was doing.
    I heard Kim’s intake of breath.
    “I’m not gonna do anything,” said Brad. “I’m just messin’ around.” But then he brought his hand up higher and Kim caught her breath again. But she didn’t tell him to stop. She just squirmed.
    I went tense in my seat. I couldn’t see anything! With the lights off, the area under the desk was just deep black shadow. Was he actually doing something to her, or was he just teasing me to make me think he was?!
    “See, Kim used to wear these cute little panties, the whole time we were dating. I don’t mean like lingerie, like Victoria’s Secret or shit like that. I mean cute little white ones, all plain and simple. Tight enough that you could see the shape of her pussy through them. Used to drive me crazy. Does she still wear those, Louis? Is she wearing them tonight?”
    I was speechless with rage...and, suddenly, lust.
    “Want me to find out for you?” Brad grinned. “Let’s see….” I could see his upper arm moving, but his whole lower arm was lost in shadow. Was he really touching her, or just fooling around? “Hmm...nothing there...let’s try higher…. Oh, I’m real high, now--are you wearing panties at all, you naughty girl? Oh, wait...here they are.”
    I couldn’t breathe. I realized I should look at my wife, not Brad, to see what was really going on, and, as soon as I looked into her eyes, I knew this was for real. Her eyes were clouded with lust, and she was gripping the edge of the desk with both hands, her knuckles white. He was actually touching her. He had his hands on her panties and inner thighs.
    “I don’t feel any fancy lace,” said Brad slowly. “But I need to feel the fabric to be sure. Let me just give it a quick rub, right on the front.”
    “Stop,” I said weakly. Scarcely more than a croak.
    Brad just smirked at me. But then he leaned in close to Kim and said in her ear, loud enough for me to hear, “What do you think, Kim? Do you want me to stop?”
    Kim stared at me in the darkness. I waited for her to say yes.
    But she just stared. There were so many things in her eyes. Excitement, first--a raw, heady lust I couldn’t remember ever seeing before. Fear, too--not of Brad, or she wouldn’t be nestling up against him so boldly. Fear of herself. Fear of missing out, maybe…or that she’d been missing out for a decade. I was starting to get paranoid, now, seeing the two of them together. Had seeing Brad again reminded her of things she was missing out on, with me? Had he been a better boyfriend? A better lover?
    Cold fear clenched around my heart. Did he have a bigger cock than me?!
    Kim stared and stared at me...and said nothing at all.
    “Oh, ho ho!” said Brad in a sing-song voice.