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conference we went out for a few drinks. I’m not sure you’d call it a date, but… well, I think he got the idea…”
    The charcoal gray skirt she put on was barely long enough to cover the lace part of her stockings, though Victoria had the class to ensure it did.  
    “He knows I’m married,” she said. “We even went dancing the last time. I felt him press against me.” 
    Liam felt faintly nauseated again, and yet so intensely aroused.
    “I know he has a big one,” her eyes flashing, devilish, straight at the camera, straight at her husband. “That’s something from your books, too, isn’t it?”
    She laughed. “Why are men always so obsessed with size? I love your cock, honey, it’s probably one of the biggest I’ve ever had.”
    Another laugh, such a wonderful sound. Lightening the whole conversation despite the powerful allusion to Victoria’s sexual history. He’d never been interested in her past before discovering this new fantasy of his. Now he wanted to know the kind of men she’d slept with before him, he was curious about the experiences that had shaped her before him. If they were now sharing his fantasies, maybe she’d tell him that kind of stuff some day.
    A matching charcoal gray jacket made her look the consummate professional. The smart businesswoman, her saucy side completely hidden.
    “So I guess this it is it, honey,” she said, taking a deep breath, a slight tremor in her hand before she swept it through her hair again, showing him that she was nervous about this, too. Perhaps as nervous as he was. “I hope you enjoyed this little video I made you. You know which flight I’m on, you can check its progress online. I guess then I’ll land, take a car to the hotel to drop off my case.”
    She swallowed. Her nerves actually reassured him.
    “Then I’m due to meet him for a few drinks at six…” 
    Another look directly into camera. “I love you, honey. Remember that. This is all for you. I think it’ll be fun, but I wouldn’t do anything unless you wanted it.”
    Liam felt suddenly very cold.
    “You know the time difference to London, right? You know when I’ll be meeting him. You can text me any time to tell me to stop. Even if you just need more time…”
    Time difference. 
    “If I don’t hear from you, I guess I’ll assume you’re happy with this, you do want me to go for it. But send me a text even so, if you can.”
    He looked at his watch. 
    “Love you, honey. Let me know.” 
    A last blown kiss, and the screen went black.
    It was six o’clock. East Coast time. 
    It would be 11 o’clock over there right now. Victoria would have had five hours with her new man, Michael. And if she was as desperate for his big, hard cock as she had portrayed on this DVD, there was no way it would take an interested guy five hours to get into her panties.
    Liam fumbled for his own phone. God, would she think he didn’t care?
    Then, holding it in his hands, he paused. Took a deep breath. Still trembling violently, but focussing on the inhale, the exhale, the calm. Victoria would know he’d only be able to watch the DVD once he got home from the office. She’d know how long it took to watch the whole thing. He hadn’t delayed, he hadn’t set it aside to watch later. There was no way she would do anything with Michael without giving her husband time to confirm his wishes one way or another.
    Still, it was terrifying to think that she might have taken his lack of communication as tacit approval to cheat on him.
    What did he really want now? That was the question. This was a strong fantasy of his, sure. She was right about that. Yet in every chat forum he’d ever visited to read about this subject, every blog he’d perused, and some of the better-crafted stories available tackling the art of sharing one’s wife, there was often the proviso that the reality was not always quite up to the fantasy.
    The imagination is a powerful thing, and when it comes to sex, often