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Actually it was a threesome. Two girls enjoying the company of – and sharing in – one very well endowed man. I know because I saw it. I saw it because I downloaded it. I watched it. I enjoyed it, very much. I forgot to delete it before I went to work. I was married. I was horny. And my wife hated sex. Well, actually, she feared it. But I didn’t know this, yet. The monitor was on. The video was minimized on the toolbar. Mary watched it. She saw penis and vagina. She wept and called me at work.
She was hyperventilating on the phone. She told me the whole sordid story. The images were burned into her mind, she said. She would never forget them.
I wanted to ask her if she liked it. I wanted to ask her if she was turned on. She hadn’t gestured toward me in a sexual way in… well, she never did that. I didn’t really know why, until now. She saw people fucking and it made her cry. I had no idea what to do.
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