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“I see. It’s like that. Well, I guess if you don’t mind, Kim….”
    His upper arm started to move--a small movement, but rhythmic and quick. His lower arm was lost in shadow, but I didn’t need to see it to know what he was doing because Kim’s face relayed it just fine. Her eyes went wide as he rubbed her, and I could imagine the warm lips of her pussy pressing against his fingers through the thin material. Stop him! I begged silently. But she didn’t.
    “These feel good,” Brad told us. “Real good. Not cotton like you used to wear, though. Maybe something more expensive. But they’re still thin enough that I can feel her just fine, Louis.”
    I couldn’t hold back any longer. “ Stop,” I gasped. “Just stop it!”
    “What’s the problem, Louis?” Brad asked. “Kim doesn’t mind.”
    But she should! She’s my wife! I stared at her silently, willing her to stop him. But to my horror, she’d closed her eyes and was now rocking back and forth in his lap, her hips churning. She was getting more and more turned on... God, if he carries on, she might actually-- I shook my head. I couldn’t take that. I couldn’t take him actually giving her an orgasm. I stood up. Maybe if I threatened to leave, it would make her see sense--
    Oh shit. Oh shit!
    I was hard. I hadn’t even realized it--maybe I’d been denying it--but I had a full-on hard-on and it was tenting the front of my pants. If either of them saw it, they’d know that this turned me on.
    It doesn’t turn me on!
    But I knew that thinking that, pleading for it not to be true, made no difference. For some reason, seeing him touch her, even hearing about what he used to do to her, was turning me on, whether I liked it or not.
    I turned away from them slightly, trying to hide the bulge. I held my hand out towards Kim. “We’re going,” I said. I meant to be firm, but the fear of them discovering my true feelings made it come out as a command.
    Kim opened her eyes and I realized she was even more turned on than I’d thought. She was almost panting and, looking down, I thought I could see the faint outline of her nipples through the dress. She stared at me wordlessly. Helpless in her own lust.
    Suddenly, Brad pointed right at my groin. “ Shit! Look at him!”
    God, no!
    I tried to turn away, but it was too late. Brad had grabbed my shirt with one huge hand and dragged me closer. “Look! He’s got a boner!”
    “No!” I said furiously, trying to pull away. But my twisting only made the tent in my pants more obvious.
    “He has! The little pervert’s got a hard-on watching his wife with a real man!” Brad laughed--a cruel, mocking laugh that echoed around the huge room, as if a whole class was laughing at me. But that didn’t matter at all, compared to what my wife thought of me.
    She was staring at me in horror, looking between my groin and my face. Her hands were clutching at the desk in front of her, knuckles white with lust and shock. “Oh God,” she said. “Louis?”
    I flushed red. “It’s not like that!” I said quickly. “It’s just you. It’s not him.”
    “Sure it is,” said Brad. “I bet you get boners like that all the time at home. Does he, Kim? Does he get a hard-on like that just watchin’ you walk around in a dress? Or does it only happen when a guy does this?” And before I could do anything, he hooked a hand around her and fondled her breast. The dress’s neckline revealed a good slice of cleavage and I watched the smooth, tan flesh move roll up against his palm. Then he was squeezing it and she was gasping and--to my horror, my cock grew even harder. They might not be able to see the difference, but they could see the anguish on my face.
    “Well goddamn,” said Brad. “Now it all makes sense. Little Louis is a cucky. You like to see her get fucked by real men, Louis? Real men who know how to treat her?”
    “No! Never! We don’t--It’s not like that!” But I could see the shock and betrayal on Kim’s