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for him.
    “Then after that night at the Wheelers’, I found myself emailing Michael, and then we were sharing personal email addresses, and our messages were a little more than just business…”
    Liam’s cock felt so hard in his hands, he couldn’t remember it being like this before, so proud, the blood vessels so prominent. Throbbing from the sound of Victoria talking about her adulterous thoughts.
    All rinsed off, she was standing again, showing him her perfectly smooth, completely bare pussy. A pussy he couldn’t now have, not until she’d given it to someone else.
    “You like it?” she smiled down at the camera. “Michael was saying how he likes American girls because they have shaved pussies.”
    Oh God. 
    Liam ran to the bathroom, the nausea so strong he almost lost his lunch. Thankfully, kneeling on the tiled floor, breathing deeply, the feeling cooled.
    Yet he was still turned on, his erection was still full, straining in his boxer shorts. He couldn’t get the image out of his head: Victoria had just shaved her pussy, something she’d never done for him, and she’d done it for a guy in Europe she was now flying over to see. Michael. Her emails with another man had become so intimate, the guy had revealed his taste in a woman’s pubic hair.
    Sitting there on the bathroom floor a moment or two, making absolutely sure his stomach wasn’t going to heave, his eyes fell on the laundry basket sitting beside the sink. The last person to open that basket would have been Victoria, dropping her wet panties in, just before she’d bathed and shaved her pussy.
    She’d been wet, even before she’d taken her bath, just from the thought of making the DVD, of revealing her plans, potentially, to sleep with another man during her trip to Europe.
    Liam opened the laundry basket, and the sight of her little gray thongs sitting there on top injected a pulse of white-hot energy through his chest. Somehow it confirmed what he’d seen on the DVD, made it real. Her panties from that morning. 
    He picked them up, put them briefly to his nose, breathing in the unmistakable scent of her arousal. It prickled his senses, shot another electric charge through his chest.
    Back out in the bedroom, he couldn’t help but return to the DVD, her panties still clutched in one hand. For a few moments, he just watched his wife shaving her pussy, rewinding the scene when it reached the end, smelling her dried come from her underwear as he took in the sight of her making her most intimate area all silky smooth for the benefit of another man’s hands, another man’s mouth, another man’s hard cock.
    At last, he got past it. Had to see more. The video flickered, and the scene shifted — jump-cut — back to the bedroom, where the camera was now pointed to watch her standing, naked in front of the full-length mirror. 
    “…I guess judging by all those books of yours, you’ll just see him as some kind of toy for me to use…”
    She reached forward and picked something up from her dresser. Tiny, black, lace. A thong — she slipped one foot, then the other into it, pulled it up over her smooth thighs and into place, a little white trim here and there, a little white bow, adding to the sense of luxury. This was not underwear for business.
    Victoria said: “You like the lace, sweetie? It was quite expensive, but I think it’s worth it. I think he’ll like it.”
    Jesus. 
    Next came the matching bra, her nipples so hard before she cupped them in the extravagant black lace, Liam knowing his wife was so very turned on by this idea that he would fantasize about her sleeping with another man.
    When had she gone shopping for this outfit? 
    Oh God, a suspender belt. She wrapped it around her waist, and for a brief moment he had no idea what it was. He’d never seen one before, outside of pornography. Seemed almost funny that they really existed, that Victoria had got hold of one somehow. Four black straps hanging down from it, giving