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voice.
    “Can’t sleep?” Jenna’s voice startles me. I freeze with wide eyes. She continues, “what are you thinking about?”
    The way she says this tells me I’m busted. Can’t a guy jerk off in peace? Rather than lie, I turn on my back and pull the covers down, “This is what happens when I imagine Devin having his way with you.”
    “Or, the other way around?”
    I stare into her eyes but she doesn’t flinch. I say, “The other way around? You don’t sound scared anymore...”
    “Truthfully?”
    I nod. She continues, “I’d be lying if I didn’t say you have me really aroused.”
    “So, no doubts then?”
    My question hangs in the air for a moment. “Well, Luke, I still feel queasy about cheating.”
    “It’s not cheating if I’m right there. Cheating is behind my back. I told you to think of it as enhancing ...”
    “I know, I know. You keep saying that, but...”
    “No buts! We agree it’s only sex. And it’s only one night. Plus, if you want out at any time, I’ve got your back.”
    “You don’t need to keep selling me. But are you sure you can handle it?”
    I crane my head up and ogle at my mid section, and say, “Don’t I look like I’m handling it well so far?”
    She giggles, then, “Do you want me to finish you off?”
    “Does my wife love black dildos?” I say with a crack in my voice like teenage puberty.
    Jenna shoots back, “Or real ones!” as she crawls between my legs and pops my aching schlong out through the boxer hole. I want to pull my boxers off but am paralyzed the moment her lips engulf me. I know she tastes a glob of pre-cum, but doesn’t flinch. I prop up on my elbows and imagine her luscious lips bobbing—or trying to—on Devin’s python. She’ll probably freak that he’s not circumcised.
    With the image of a big black python invading my Jenna’s mouth, I cum like a wild animal. And Jenna manages to swallow all of it with a look of defiance.
    I flop back on my pillow and finally feel like I can fall asleep. There’s a huge difference from the moment before I shoot a load and now. In seconds, I go from King of the Jungle to a docile domestic cat. Now, my relaxing is interrupted by anxiety.
    I sigh as I realize: this is my last sex with Jenna before our fantasy meets reality. Ok, our might be pushing it. My fantasy—and her agreeing to play along. I still wonder if she is really up for it...I feel a twitch and know I’m up for it, so to speak. She says she is but I wonder if she is as freaked out right now as I am...
    My inner alarm clock flashes and I say, “Don’t move,” as I tuck my schlong back into my boxers, then leap out of bed and scurry into our closet. Ambling back in the room with what has to be a shit-eating-grin, my hands tremble slightly as I hand her a box that I tried covering with last year’s Christmas wrapping paper.
    “What’s this?” she playfully moves the package up to her ear and shakes it as she raises an eyebrow.
    “Open it,”  I say with a growl that surprises me.
    I watch her fingernails knife through the tape job with an eagerness that is now fueled by lust. My anticipation wreaks havoc in my groin.
    She flips the box open and giggles, “Oh my...are these...my size?”
    “Try them on.”
    I’m eager to see her in what guys call stripper heels but she refers to as “Clear spikes.” As she carefully slips the first one on, I want to jerk off so bad. I chant patience three times in my head.
    Then she slips the other one on and proclaims, “They fit! How did you know my size?”
    “Stand up,” I say in a stern voice. Jenna crinkles her nose in a sexy way, then lowers her stripper heels carefully onto our carpet, steadying herself with the bed. Now upright, she wobbles a bit, but gains her composure.
    “Honey, I can’t wear these...”
    My eyes cannot hide my alpha male ego as I growl, “You have to. This is my only demand and it’s non-negotiable.”
    “But...they are so... naughty .”
    I can’t say it