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eating me out. Oh, plus the shower sex.”
    “I trust he took you to dinner again? Something better than pizza.”
    “I like Bertucci’s! But, yeah, we ate Indian. Then he ate me!”
    Silence.
    “Junie, I just told you that your husband ate my pussy. You there?”
    “Unh… unh …yeah!”
    “Want to hear more?”
    “That was quite enough, dear. Better get ready for your date with Gordon.”

    Junie had picked up her girlfriend at Union Station earlier that evening. After making a spectacle of themselves embracing and kissing as swarms of commuters flowed around them in the station, they took a cab to a French restaurant in Georgetown. Later, they went to Adams Morgan for drinks and dancing.
    At their hotel, Junie led Melanie by the hand from the suite’s living room into the adjacent bedroom.
    Melanie stepped into the room and froze.
    “What the fuck? A recording studio?”
    Two video cameras on tripods and three lights on stands pointed at the queen bed. Wires led to a laptop on the desk, and a cable from the computer ran to the flat screen TV on the wall facing the bed.
    “It’s gear I picked up at the conference. I thought, hey, I’ve got to figure out how to use this equipment, and tonight is a perfect opportunity.”
    “I’ll end up on PornHub!”
    “No, Melanie. Relax. I promise, I absolutely promise, to erase it tomorrow. It’ll be fun!”
    The younger woman looked skeptical. “Okay.”
    Junie helped Melanie undress. While her lover arranged herself on the bed, Junie checked the camera angles. Images appeared both on the small computer screen and the TV. A remote allowed her to switch between cameras, as well as control the zoom. One camera was directed at the top of the bed to record Melanie’s face, while the other was aimed at her torso.
    “Face cam, pussy cam,” she pointed out to Melanie.
    After stripping down to her lacey bra and thong, Junie fiddled with two miniature microphones, clipping one to her bra and taping the other to Melanie’s collarbone.
    Satisfied that everything was in place, Junie settled on the side of the bed next to Melanie. She jabbed the remote, and the camera lights came on.
    “Live, from Washington! Tonight, we have a remote studio set up in a trendy Dupont Circle boutique hotel for a unique event we know you’ll all enjoy—the first-ever fisting of Melanie!”
    Melanie gave her a sour look and rolled her eyes.
    “But first, a little background for our new viewers. Melanie, tell us a little about yourself. Let’s start with your age.”
    “Twenty-five.”
    “Yes, folks, this stunning beauty is in the bloom of youth. Observe her gorgeous face! Look at those luscious breasts! The curve of her hips! And this…”
    Junie ran a hand from Melanie’s throat, over her breasts and down her abdomen, resting it on her freshly waxed Mound of Venus.
    “This is the main event, Melanie’s fabulous yoni. Melanie, can you fill viewers in about your sex life? Give them some context?”
    “I was a virgin until I was twenty-one.”
    “Imagine! In this day and age! It’s sort of kinky in its own way. How many lovers have you had?”
    “Until a month ago, only one.”
    “Ah, yes, the late, but not missed, boyfriend. That didn’t work out so well, did it?”
    “He preferred beating off to porn over making love to me.”
    “For viewers not up on the latest vernacular, I’ll translate. Melanie’s ex-boyfriend preferred stroking his penis to ejaculation while watching recordings of people performing sex acts on the internet. That right, Melanie?”
    “Yes, Junie, that’s essentially correct.”
    “Did you try to do anything about that?”
    “I lost twenty pounds, but it didn’t matter.”
    “We called Melanie ‘The XXX Widow’ when she first came to our home studio. What a shame. What about since then?” Junie’s hand moved down to Melanie’s pussy and gently squeezed her labia in a slow rhythm, massaging her clit through her chubby pussy lips.
    “Well, I met