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I’d gotten her naked in good light? But this was better than catching a flash of her coming out of the shower. She was all done up. Hair, makeup perfect. Her necklace dangled between her full breasts. Her nipples were swollen, pointing proudly upward. Her legs, long and toned; her ass, tight and firm.
    He took a moment to admire my wife before answering my nearly forgotten question.
    "Talisker 18, neat," he replied as he led my now naked wife over to the sofa.
    "Chardonnay, please," she added.
    I pour his drink. Then I grabbed a bottle out of the wine fridge for my wife, and uncorked it. I poured her a glass. Then I poured myself a double… or maybe a triple. I don’t even like Scotch, but I took a childish pleasure in filling my glass to the brim with his overpriced booze. It left me with the problem of not being able to carry all three glasses at the same time. A problem I solved by making use of a silver tray, which I immediately regretted when I saw their amused expressions as I approached. He was not only turning me into a cuckold, but into his butler.
    I felt a surge of anger, and was tempted to throw the drink in his face, but Julie’s behavior short-circuited my response. It wasn’t just that she was naked in front of my boss, but that she was so comfortable with it. Sitting there beside him on that leather sofa, she seemed totally unfazed. Like she was happy to be there… or as if she had done it many times before.
    That thought staggered me. She was right. He was Mephistophelian. Evil. Seductive. I wouldn’t put it past him to have wanted to seduce her. Roger was not the sort of man to deny himself any pleasure regardless of how it affected other people. Indeed, in a weird way, I was surprised that he hadn’t before made a serious pass at her. Maybe part of my paralysis was that I wanted this. I was so desperate for Roger’s approval that maybe I craved the validation that would come from him desiring my wife.
    “You okay, honey?” Julie asked lightly as she sipped her wine.
    No. No. NO! I’m not. Get your fucking clothes on and let’s go.
    I didn’t get any further than meekly shaking my head.
    “Of course, he’s okay,” Roger said confidently. “It’s just that Jack has been thinking about this for a long time, haven’t you?”
    “No,” I choked out.
    He laughed. “Oh come on. You know you’ve thought about what might have happened if I’d gone after Julie rather than Karen that night.”
    “No,” I muttered.
    He smiled at my transparent lie. Of course, I had. I had always thought I had dodged a bullet there, especially when Roger regaled me with all the particulars of his evening with my wife’s friend. I glanced over involuntarily at the floor to the ceiling windows and pictured the scene he’d described to me in such loving detail. Karen, with her red hair and big tits, naked, pressed against the glass, on display to the whole city as he rammed her from behind.
    “Julie’s thought about it too.”
    My wife laughed.
    He turned toward her. “You deny it?”
    “Thought about what, Roger?” she batted her eyelashes.
    “Karen told you about me, didn’t she.”
    Julie smiled. “Of course. She said you were an immature, conceited jerk.” She paused and peeked at me through the corner of her eyes. “And an animal in the sack.”
    Roger grinned, pleased with himself. “So you have thought about me.”
    “I think of a lot of things.”
    “Well, now you won’t have to rely on your imagination; you’ll have memories instead.”
    “What if they’re not as interesting?” she teased.
    “Don’t worry.”
    Without looking at me, he motioned me over to an armchair across from the sofa they shared.
    “Sit down Jack. This is going to take a while.”
    Their playful banter had sapped me of my remaining willpower. I sat.
    As I sat, he addressed me without a glance in my direction.
    "What a stunning, lovely creature you have here," he exclaimed as his hands roamed over her body.
    He