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face. She was looking at me as if she’d never seen me before. And her eyes were still dangerously clouded with lust.
    “I tell you what,” said Brad generously. “Kim wants to come. Don’t you, Kim?”
    Kim looked away, unable to meet my eyes. But she nodded, and I could see the urgent need in the way she did it.
    “So,” Brad said, “How about I give Kim what she needs and if you lose your hard-on, I’ll stop.”
    What?! No!
    “What do you say, Kim? Is that a fair deal? I mean, you shouldn’t cheat on your hubby…” He leaned close to her ear. “But if he’s not a real man...if he’s getting off on it...then you gotta figure it doesn’t count...right? What do you say?”
    Kim stared at me again, her eyes full of hurt. Wondering, maybe, what sort of man she’d married. I was just as confused as she was. I’d never felt anything like this, before. I stared back at her helplessly. And then I saw her head begin to slowly move in response to Brad’s question. I watched her chin rise, praying I was wrong—
    She nodded.
    And Brad resumed his rubbing.
    “Ooh, yeah,” he told me. “I can feel her now, Louis. Nice to see she’s just as hot and wet as always. Or is she not like that for you? Does she only juice up like this for me?”
    I couldn’t believe the way he was talking to her. Why didn’t she twist around and slap his face? But his words only seemed to make her hotter. She was subtly grinding her ass back against his groin now. No doubt he had a bulge of his own there, and her perfect ass would be caressing it. Even as I thought it, Brad grinned.
    “Feels great,” he said. “Did you know, we had a list, back at college. Final year. The football team wrote it, and the girls on it were mostly cheerleaders. It was a most likely to… list.” His fingers rubbed faster at her and Kim gave a low moan. “Kim here was on that list.”
    “Shut up,” panted Kim.
    “No, it’s okay, Kim. He can know. Do you know what Kim was most like to…, according to our list? Can you guess?”
    I glared at him. The heat of my arousal was matched only by the heat of my anger for him, two white-hot rivers of energy searing through me and joining into one unstoppable river. My cock was aching, rock hard, and I knew he could see it.
    “Kim was most like to become a lapdancer,” Brad said. “How’d you like that?” He looked at the bulge in my pants. “Seems like you do. So I guess Kim gets to come after all.”
    I shook my head, raging at him inside even as my traitorous cock swelled and twitched. God, it coudln’t be true...could it? Not Kim, shy, innocent Kim? I’d known she wasn’t a virgin when I met her, but the idea that she had a reputation of some kind, that guys thought she’d become a lapdancer--
    Tan skin gleaming, bra and white panties shining like an angel’s wings as the crowd whoops and hands shove dollar bills into her stockings-- I flushed at the image...and how much I liked it.
    “Bastard,” Kim whispered to Brad. But the word was hissed out between her teeth, an explosion of air hot with her lust. It sounded like it meant anything but “bastard.”
    “Now that’s not very nice, Kim. I’m just telling him the truth about you. There shouldn’t be any secrets between a couple. We never had any secrets, did we? So I think I should tell him all your dirty little secrets, tonight, so you two can be a happier couple.” His rubbing grew even faster and Kim started to buck and moan in his lap. “All...your...dirty...little... secrets ,” he said with great satisfaction. And then, just as she reached her peak, he did something with his hand--used his thumb, maybe, on her clit, and she folded forwards, gripping his hand tight in to her groin, and shuddered in his lap. Her scream of release echoed even louder than Brad’s laugh had, bouncing around the walls to mock me even more. And what was worst of all was the aching need I felt to stroke my own cock--if I’d been able to, I knew I’d