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mind?”
    “ Porn sex.”
    I enjoyed the flutter of anxiety across her face. I could tell she was wondering if she’d heard me correctly. Before she could demur, I smiled at her. “Take off your dress.”
    Oh, glorious indecision. This was going to be such fun. “Go on, take it off.” I kept my voice low and husky, reassuring her with my tone at the same time as I shocked her into paying attention.
    “ You said…”
    “ Porn. Sex.” I grinned. “Yes, I did.” Arching an eyebrow at her, I spoke teasingly. “You did say I could choose anything I liked.” That wasn’t quite what she’d agreed to, but Suki was now so tense I knew she wouldn’t pull me up for that. I waited another delightful moment watching her wrestling with herself, undecided whether to go along with this or not.
    “ Suzu…” I used my pet name for her. “You do trust me, don’t you?”
    “ Ye-es.”
    “ Well then.” I sprawled back against the cushions, picking up the remote control and aiming it at the screen. “Take it off. Let me see what you’re wearing.”
    “ What do you want me to do after that?” Her voice was high and nervous.
    “ I’m not sure yet.” I watched her unfasten a hidden clasp, the fabric slipping down her body to pool at her feet. Hmm, that little set looked new. Definitely not her usual underwear. I left her to stand for a moment, awkward and uncomfortable before I took pity on her. “We’ll just play for a little while, see how it goes. Okay?”
    “ Okay.” Suki stepped towards the sofa, pausing when I held up a hand.
    “ I think we’ll start with you on your knees.” Oh yes, this would be fun. What I wanted, would be to see just how far I could push her. God she looked sexy, kneeling in front of me as I unzipped my jeans, two hot Swedish chicks writhing and moaning on the screen behind her. Tonight, I’d give her a night to remember.
     
     
    3.5 Suki
     
    Gabe let me escape to bed hours later. I huddled under the covers staring blankly at the ceiling, feeling the room swirling around me. Why had I put myself through that? Oh God … Bile rose in my throat as I realised he’d want to do it again, having done it once. He’d enjoyed it—he’d never been so passionate, ever, in ten years of married sex. My insides churned again.
    Closing my eyes didn’t help. The images were burned on the inside of my retinas. Disgust, revulsion and panic all swelled at once, forcing me to sit up and gulp for air.
    Flicking my bedside light on, I plumped the pillows and found a comfortable position. The nausea receded slightly. Jesus . Drinking two bottles of wine would be enough to make me comatose on a normal night, but right now, I felt I’d never sleep again.
    He’d snogged me as I scrambled for the door. “Go on up. I’ll join you soon.” His glittering eyes left me no doubt that he’d want seconds when he came to bed. I’d wanted to reinvigorate our love life, but not like this. I felt as though I’d been punished for some unknown transgression.
    I sipped my glass of water, tried to think of something else. Failed.
    Gabe had wanted a blowjob to start with. Nothing strange in that, but having some noisy, flamboyant porn film running behind me as I worked on him was… unsettling. Especially since his eyes were firmly fixed on that. As though I were one of the busty beauties in his film. Instead of me. I’d been unprepared, too, for him to hold my head firmly in place, not allowing me to move, ensuring he came in my mouth, and I had no option to move out of the way as I usually did. I’d felt the first waves of anxiety when I realised I’d given him permission to do what he wanted, and I had to follow his lead.
    Gagging slightly from that, I’d been trying to discreetly wipe my mouth when he tugged me forwards and draped me across his giant beanbag. Surprised, I didn’t move as he shunted the beans into the position he wanted, with me now facing the plasma screen. Ugh . Porn was not my thing.