Tom’s eyes widened. He blinked back, confused and yet restlessly excited and suddenly ready for anything. For a moment he had presumed simply that Samantha wanted to make a naughty video with him which, later, they could watch again and again in secret. And yet if that was a profoundly stirring notion, what of this thing she seemed to suggest now? Gangbangs, group s*x, poker night orgies hosted upon Tom’s beloved, and now every stroke and caress, every sigh and shudder, and gasp and squirt and splash captured in crisp digital files, so that the red-faced husband could never forget, and never deny… God, what a thought!
“Yes,” crooned Samantha, reading the understanding in his eyes, “you see, don’t you?” Smiling crookedly as she stared back an almost haughty challenge, she began to manipul
