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 Dale watched his wife, Eunjee, exercising in front of the television.  She
was doing her leg-lift routine, which had always caused his cock to stir.
She raised her feet a foot off the floor, holding straight her smooth, firm
legs.  The cloth of her boxers rode up her butt, exposing a pleasant slope
of olive skin.  Her teeshirt was riding up, too, revealing her flat belly.
Her arms were behind her head, and her breasts formed substantial mounds
under her shirt.

   "Ha-na, deul, set, net..." She said, counting her lifts in her native
Korean tongue.  She glanced over at him and he looked away.  There was a
time when he would've winked at her at that moment, and they'd be halfway
up the stairs in four seconds.  But that was then.  This was after 5 years
of marriage.  They had recently turned 30, and with it came the drought. 
They hadn't had sex in six months.

   It wasn't his choice.  She was unhappy at her job and he was unemployed,
which stressed out both of them.  But while he wanted sex to relieve
stress, she felt like sex only when she was stress-free.  That's what she
told him, anyway.  He had other suspicions but never any evidence to voice
them.  Whatever the reason, their sex life had tapered off.  When they were
first married it was once a day.  Then they scaled back to three times a
week.  Then every Saturday evening.  Then every other weekend.  Then once a
month.  And so on.  The other day he sat down and thought about it hard and
realized they hadn't done a thing since New Year's.

   Those kind of thoughts were hard on him.  Whether it was something in
his genes or something he cultivated by whacking off multiple times a day
as a kid, he had a sexual desire that ran deeper than most.  Sex had been
exciting to him ever since he was forced to find ways to meet his sexual
needs while hiding them from his Puritan-like parents.  All his past
girlfriends couldn't match his desire, and the sex with them eventually --
inevitably -- would taper off.  They had simply gotten bored with it
because he wanted it all the time, sometimes multiple times a day, and he
took their eventual refusals hard.  The mix of rejection and lost sex
ushered in strange thoughts.  As was happening now.

   Eunjee continued her leg-lifts.  He caught her eye.

   "You know what else is good exercise?" He said.  She didn't bite.

   "Not tonight," she said.  "I have work to do."

   "If we spent half the time in bed as you do exercising on a single night
I'd be satisfied for a week.  A month."

   "You don't want me to exercise?"

   "No, you look great, I want you to exercise," he said.  "But I want to
go to bed with you, too.  Make use of those toned muscles."

   "Well, maybe another night."

   "You know how long it's been since we did anything?" He said, running
his hand through his hair.  She didn't know it, but he had finally reached
his limit.  He was starting a conversation with her that he'd been
rehearsing for about a year.  Whacking off in the shower just didn't do the
trick any more.  He was at his breaking point.

   "I don't keep track," she said.

   "It's been almost seven months.  The last time was during New Year's."

   "We did it at New Year's?" She said, continuing her leg lifts.

   "Yes, in my parents' basement.  It was nice.  You even said so."

   "Hmm.  You're right.  I remember."

   'That's what I don't get," he said.  "Every time we do it we have a nice
time and we vow to do it more often.  Then this happens.  I think this is
the longest gap we've ever had."

   "Things just aren't going well for us, honey," she said.  "I just don't
feel like it."

   "Well, do you think we'd feel BETTER if we did it?  Jesus, it gets so
gloomy around here sometimes."

   "We're in a rough spot.  I don't feel like celebrating it in bed."

   'We're not celebrating," he said, with a groan.  "Sometimes I think
we're from different planets."

   She said nothing and continued her exercise.  But he wasn't finished. 
As a matter of fact the conversation was taking a turn he'd rehearsed
probably 50 times.

   "It's not fair," he blurted.  "I have my needs too."

   "You NEED to have sex?"

   "Why is that so strange?"

   "It's not like food or something."

   They were quiet for a while.  Then he started again.  He couldn't
believe he was following through with it.  He felt like he was listening to
another person.

   "Is it me?" He said.

   "No," she sighed.  "Don't hang your self-esteem on this, please."

   "Is it too repetitive?  I know I was your first and only.  Do you feel
trapped?"

   "Do YOU feel trapped?" She said.  "Why don't you go find some other
woman to stick your penis into?"

   He pushed on.  He knew she didn't mean that, or otherwise he'd be
halfway out the door.

   "Do you want to try something alternative?  Kinky?  Different?" He said.


   "I don't even know what you mean."

   "I mean," he said, with a pause, "are you curious about other men?"

   She looked at him and scowled.  "We're married.  I try to keep that in
mind."

   He waved a hand.  "You didn't answer.  Are you curious what sex would be
like with other men?"

   She snorted.  "I don't think about that kind of thing."

   "You don't?  We went to that pool party last year and we were surrounded
by half-naked men, some of them pretty damn good-looking, and it didn't
cross your mind once what one of them would be like?"

   "Women fantasize about celebrities, don't you know that?"

   "So you DO think about other men.  It's okay to say yes."

   "Only vaguely."

   "That's fine," he said.  "Do you think you'd find sex interesting again
if it was with someone else?"

   She frowned at him.  "Don't talk like that."

   "I mean it," he said.  "Because I've got an idea."

   "What, you're going to get George Clooney in here?"

   "No, someone else.  Someone we know."

   She scoffed.  "I was only kidding."

   "I'm not.  Look, I don't expect you to say yes right away.  This kind of
thing is hard to say yes too.  But on the other hand you haven't said no,
and that's cool.  That's more than cool.  I'm assuming you're interested in
hearing more.  That's okay!  Believe me, it's okay."

   "Dale--"

   "Again, not a no!  Let me talk!  This is great!"

   She had stopped by now and leaned on her elbows to look at him.  A
perplexed smile was dancing across her face.

   "I want you to make love to somebody else," Dale said.

   "Oh my God!" She raised her hands to her mouth, but Dale thought he saw
something at work in her eyes.

   "It'll give you a new experience.  It can be exciting for you," he said.
"And I'll get something out of it.  Because my only stipulation is that I
get to watch.  And record it.  So in the future when you don't want to do
it, I can just pop in the tape.  It'll be a big turn-on, believe me.  And I
won't have to pester you or make you feel guilty."

   Her mouth was wide open.  "You're crazy!  How long have you been
thinking about this?"

   "Seriously?  About a year."

   "My God."

   Dale clapped once.  "This is wonderful.  No "no" yet.  The man I'm
thinking about is Alan."

   "Alan?  The one who wants to be a minister?  The one who spends half his
time touting his virginity like it's a trophy?"

   "Yes," he said.  "The short slightly pudgy yet stocky guy.  He's got a
big thing for you.  He beats off in the shower while he thinks of you."

   "What?  You know this?"

   "I haven't seen it but I know it," he said.  "Every time I see him he
asks about you first thing.  And I saw him looking at you at the pool
party. Like a dog in heat.  And he's got a thing for Asian girls, you know.
He told me.  No doubt about it.  Every morning he's in the shower...  'Oh,
Eunjee...'"

   "Dale Murphy!" She was sitting up now, and she launched a playful kick
at him.

   "So what do you think?  You think he's kinda cute.  You told me."

   "So?  He's vowed to stay celibate until he's married.  He'll never agree
to something like this," she said.

   "Oh he will," Dave said.  "He's got some church conference near here
next month.  I'll tell him he can stay here, and I'll say that I'll be out
of town but you'll be here.  He'll be all over that invitation like a bee
on honey."

   "It's crazy.  It's just crazy."

   "Aren't you curious?  A little excited?  I am.  I'm over the moon."

   "Why Alan?  Why him?"

   "Because after all his preaching it'll be fun to see him break his word.
He'll go wild.  And I don't feel so threatened by him."

   "What if he gets all attached?  Wants me to run away?"

   "I'll call him and tell him I found out.  It'll scare him off, believe
me."

   "I don't know..."

   "C'mon," Dale said.  "It'll be something new.  Exciting.  No one has to
know."

   "I still value our marriage," she said.  "I don't want to wreck it."

   "Me neither," he said.  "But I think this will save it.  It'll satisfy
both our needs."

   She stared at him, biting her lip.

   "He IS cute, in a teddy bear kind of way," she said.

   "There you go."

   She ran her hands over her legs.  She fixed her pretty brown eyes on him
and brushed back some of her black hair.  "Let me think about it."

   Dale smiled.  He knew he had her.  "Sure thing, babe," he said.  He went
and kissed her.  She stared absently at the TV as he kissed her hair and
went upstairs.  He turned on the computer and dug out Alan's email address.


   "Hey Al," he wrote.  "Good news!  You won't need a hotel room when you
come here for your conference.  I'll be out of town, but Eunjee will be
here and you two can keep each other company..."

   *** ***

   It was the day of Alan's arrival.  He called from the road at 3 p.m.  to
tell Eunjee he'd be there in time for dinner.

   "He'll be early.  Ha," Dale said, after Eunjee hung up the phone. 
"Could you hear him over his raging hard-on?  I tell you, He couldn't
accept my invitation fast enough."

   "You said you'd be okay with this," she said.

   "I am," he said.  "I just think it's funny."

   "Good.  Are you sure you want to do this?"

   Dale walked to her and put his arms around her.  "Yes," he said.  "Are
you?"

   She looked away.

   "Good," Dale said.  "Nothing to be ashamed of.  We're saving our
marriage."

   "So," she said, "how do you want to do this?"

   "You do what you need to do to get his motor running," Dale said.  "I'll
be hiding in the walk-in closet in the bedroom."

   "It might be a few hours before we get to the bedroom," she said.  "Can
you wait that long?"

   "Yes, I have a book," he said.  "Besides, I'll be creeping around
listening too.  And don't you plan to go somewhere with him?  Give me a
call before you get back."

   He gathered his things and they tidied up.  When Alan knocked on the
front door Dale slipped upstairs.  He cast one last look at Eunjee.  She
wore a tight black top and a miniskirt with solid black stockings
underneath.  Subtle makeup.  Her hair down around her shoulders.  She
looked so good his chest ached.  She had taken off her wedding ring.  Dale
went around the corner and heard Eunjee open the door.

   "Hi!" She said perkily to Alan.  His eyes went wide at the sight of her,
and he quickly swept his eyes over her lithe form.

   "Eunjee!  Good to see you!" He bellowed, and they hugged.  Eunjee
pressed him in tight.  Alan, surprised at the welcome, hugged her long,
breathing in her smell.

   Eunjee stepped back to look at him.  He was in jeans with a checkered,
collared shirt tucked in.  Tennis shoes.  The classic dork look.  He was
the same: Short and a little pudgy, though not too much so, with hair
already thinning on top.  But he had a decent face, and he radiated
wholesomeness.  But, call it woman's intuition, she sensed something else
underneath it all.  It was attraction.  A hungry attraction.  For the first
time she thought this might really work out.  A little flutter of
excitement hit her belly.  Maybe Dale was right about needing a change. 
She had only one concern, Alan fitting the profile that he did.  But she'd
deal with that later.

   "Dinner is just about ready," she said.  "Want to help set the table?"

   "Sure!" He said.  "I'm hungry."

   He eagerly helped set the table.  Eager was the word she'd use often
when thinking back to the evening.  Everything he did was eager.  Place the
dishes.  Pour the drinks.  Wash the dishes.  Hold her door.  And, later, he
was eager upstairs.  Indeed.

   They sat down to eat.  She'd baked chicken.  There was a silence and she
listened for Dale.  Nothing.

   "So it's good to see you again," she said.  "I felt like we didn't visit
enough before."

   "Me too," he said.  "Though it would be nice if Dale were here."

   "Yeah," she said, flatly.  "He'll be back tomorrow afternoon.  He wanted
to be here."

   "Everything going okay with you guys?  The jobs and all?"

   "Yeah, fine," she said, flatly again.  "He's having trouble finding a
job, and I hate mine, but you know, we get by.  Honestly it's a little
rough right now."

   "I'm sorry," he said.  "Anything I can do to help?"

   "That's okay," she said, reaching out and patting his hand.  "You're
helping just by visiting.  I always told Dale we should meet up with you
again.  I had a really nice time meeting you."

   "Likewise!" He said, eagerly.  They ate a little bit.  She said, "Oh!"
and ran to the stereo.  Gentle piano music came out.

   "I like music when I eat," she said.  "Is that okay?"

   "That's fine," he said.  "I like music too."

   She shifted her legs and her foot brushed his leg.  She showed no sign
of noticing but she caught Alan stiffening just a bit.

   'So," she said, after a few minutes of chit-chat, "have you found a
special woman yet?"

   He smiled thinly.  "No," he said.  "I've had a couple dates but they
never turn into second dates."

   "Hmph," she said.  "They're missing out."

   "That's a nice thing to say."

   "I'm not just being nice," she said.  "You're a nice person.  I can
tell."

   'Well thank you," he said.  "I hope my congregation will see that in the
future."

   She brushed his leg again to bring him back to the present
hormone-charged dinner table, and away from his cross-filled future.  It
worked.

   "Dale told me you have some specific tastes in women," she said.

   "What did he tell you?" He said, his face reddening.  "Can't you tell a
married man anything without him telling his wife?"

   She laughed.  "Not really.  That's okay.  It doesn't leave the house. 
Anyway he told me you like Asian girls."

   He cleared his throat.  "That's true," he said.  "I don't mean to
embarrass you--"

   "Why would I be embarrassed?" She said, with a playful smile.  "You have
good taste."

   "Well, as far as women go, I agree," he said, with a smile.

   "He also told me about your celibacy vow," she said.  He coughed on his
food.

   "Is that a problem?" She said.  "Do you think women are turned off by
that?"

   "I don't know," he said.  "Things never progress that far, frankly."

   "Can I tell you something?"

   "Of course."

   "I mean, I thought with you wanting to be a minister and all, maybe you
had some advice for me," she said.

   "I'll do my best."

   "Dale has basically been a priest for the past year."

   'What do you mean?" Alan said.

   "He's just not interested in me," she said.  She thought she heard
something upstairs but she pressed on.  "Things just kind of tapered off.
We haven't...  gone to bed...  since last summer.  After that pool party.
Do you remember that?"

   "I certainly do."

   "Sorry.  Am I making you uncomfortable?"

   "Not at all," he said.  "I'm just listening." And he was, she saw. 
Raptly.

   "It's not that I want kids or something," she said.  "I think if I said
that he'd do something about it.  But your everyday, husband-to-wife sexual
relationship, he's just not interested."

   "Does he say why?"

   "No," she said.  "Does he tell you anything?  Do you have any idea?  Am
I not attractive?"

   "No on all counts," he said, and she saw him blush a bit.  She could
tell he thought he crossed a boundary, and yet he did it anyway.  That
meant doors of opportunity were being opened in his head.  Dale was right.
Men were the same.

   "Well, that's nice," she said.  "It's been a while since a man told me
I'm pretty."

   'Well, I mean it," he said, looking away.  "I think Dale is being
foolish." She bumped him with her foot, let it linger.  This time she meant
to let him know this one was intentional, but friendly.  She just wanted to
plant some ambiguity in his thoughts.

   "Maybe I'll give you some advice of my own," she said.  "I don't want to
be celibate.  After the past year, if I were dating, the way I feel now, I
wouldn't touch a man who vowed to be celibate.  I mean, I'd give just about
anything now for a little...  Unh." She emphasized herself with a soft
animalistic grunt and a clenched fist.  Adam shifted in his seat.

   "Well, I guess we're not a match, then," he said.  They laughed.  He did
not, she noticed, try to change her mind.

   "A woman can be very convincing if she wants to be," she said.  He
shifted again, blushed, and changed the subject.  She stood up to clean,
satisfied the evening was on track.

   *** ***

   "So," she said, after they cleaned up.  "Do you want to go out
somewhere?"

   "Sure," he said.  "Where to?"

   "A movie?"

   "Fine by me."

   "Is a love story okay?  I'm all about those."

   "That's fine," he said.

   She took his arm and he led her to his Ford.  He opened her door -- she
said 'thank you' warmly -- and they went to the 7 p.m.  show.  In the
theater she kept leaning in to tell him things about the plot, making sure
to grab some part of him each time.  Near the end of the show she grabbed a
knee and let her lips brush his ear.  When they got up he was bent over
slightly.  He clutched his drink to his waist until they got to the car. 
She stifled a giggle.

   As they approached home she pulled out her cell phone and dialed home.
Dale picked up.

   "I saw the movie," she said.  "It's great.  I'm almost home now.  I'll
call you tomorrow.  Bye."

   She looked at Alan.  "Dale's cell phone is turned off," she said.

   She snuggled close to him as they walked inside.  "It's chilly," she
said.  "I should've dressed warmer.  This skirt is too short."

   "Youre fine," he said.

   She slapped at him playfully.  "You devil!"

   "Oh no!  That's not what I meant!"

   "I know," she said, and pushed him gently.

   They went inside.  She knew she had to ratchet things up a notch.  She
went to the stereo.

   "Since you're here," she said.  "Do you dance?  I like to, but Dale
doesn't."

   "Well, no, I don't," he said.

   "Oh be a sport," she said.  "Let's try it."

   He looked around.  "Well, okay," he said.

   "Is it okay?"

   "Is it?"

   "Dale doen't mind," she said, sincerely.

   "Okay then."

   She taught him a few basic ballroom steps, and turned on the music. 
They tripped and blundered through until they got a rhythm, and she managed
to press her body along his, even wrapping a leg around his calf at one
point.  His eyes went wide.  She made him smell her perfume.

   When the CD ended she laughed and clapped.

   "That was great!" She said.  "I have a new dance partner!" She leaped
toward him and gave him a playful kiss on the mouth.  "Oh," he said and
went scarlet.

   "I suppose you have to get up early," she said.  "It's been a long day.
Time for bed?"

   'Where am I staying?"

   "Guest room."

   She led him to the cramped office and motioned to the futon.

   "It's old but it does the trick," she said.  "Sorry."

   "That's fine," he said.

   She went to her room and went to the closet.  Dale was there.

   "How's it going?" he said.

   She said nothing but changed into a silk nightie, and after a moment's
pause, took off her underpants.

   "Wow," Dale said.  "I guess it goes well?"

   She shot him a quick look, raised her eyebrows, pecked him on the lips,
and went out.

   Alan was washing up.  When he was finished she waited until things
quieted down in his room.  Then she waited a few more minutes.  Then she
got up and padded softly to his room.  She opened the door quietly and saw
him laying on the futon.  She walked over.

   "Alan," she said, touching his shoulder.  He sat up suddenly.

   "Everything okay?" he said, looking at her nightie.  "Am I awake?"

   "Yes," she said, and crossed the line.  "Come to bed with me."

   He looked at her.  "Eunjee," he said.  "I can't."

   "You can," she said firmly.  "And you will."

   "I vowed--"

   "You're scared it won't happen, so you did that vow to protect
yourself," she said.  "Well, you don't need it anymore.  It's about to
happen."

   "Eunjee, I--I don't--you're somebody's wife--"

   "And you're just a man." She grabbed his hand and pulled it easily to
her chest.  He didn't pull his hand away from her breast.  Alan sucked in
air.  He stood up.

   "That's a good boy," she said.  Taking him by the same hand, she led him
across the hall.  She climbed into their queen size bed, turned down the
blankets, and leaned sidways across the sheets.  She caste a quick look at
the closet.  It was open a crack.  She looked at Adam.  He was there in a
teeshirt and Star Wars boxers, paused at the end of the bed.

   "Get in," she said.

   "Are you sure?"

   "Do I look sure?"

   "Why are you..."

   "Because it's good for both of us.  Don't worry.  I won't say a thing.
Alan?"

   "Yeah?"

   "I've thought about this quite a bit since I met you.  There's something
about you.  I hate to say it but I was excited you were coming."

   He climbed into the bed.  It creaked softly, differently.  She grabbed
his shirt collar and pulled him to her.  They kissed, awkwardly at first,
and then with tongue.  His breathing quickened.

   "Is this called getting lucky?" She said.

   "It's the definition," he said after a moment, and they chuckled.  She
leaned back a bit so he had to lean forward.  She led him this way to the
bed so they laid next to each other on the cool sheets.

   "Touch me again," she said.  He did.  His hand kneaded her breasts
through the silk.  He felt her nipples grow hard as erasers.

   "Under the cloth," she said, and guided his hand past the straps.  He
grasped her breast in his hand.

   "This way," she said, and guided his hand down to her leg, up to her
hip, her belly, and then to her breast.  He sighed during the trip.

   "You're not wearing anything," he said.

   "This isn't a costume ball," she said.  "Besides," she added, hoisting
off his shirt.  "You're not wearing anything under those things either."

   She ran her fingers along his chest.  "Nice," she said.

   "I'm pudgy," He said.

   "Not very," she said, and suddenly slapped his butt.  "Except there. 
And that's okay."

   They kissed.  When they started kissing they were on their sides, but he
fondled her breasts, and then kissed her neck, and she bit his ear gently.
Soon she tilted onto her back and he was over her.  There was a pause and
he looked at her as if to say, 'What now?' and she smiled at him.  She
grabbed the bottom of her nightie and pulled it off.  He sighed and his
eyes drank her in.  His gaze lingered on her breasts, lit dimly by a night
light on the wall, marked by two darker nipples.  Then his eyes went down
to her belly button - he had a thing for those and kissed hers - and then
he eyed the furry mound between her legs.

   "You like?" She said.

   "You're beautiful," he said.  "I don't understand Dale at all."

   "Don't think about him," she said, and embraced him.  They kissed.  Her
nipples brushed his chest hair.  Her hands ran up his sides, down to his
ass, up his back, down, up his sides, then down, under his boxer straps,
clenched his ass.  Then she began to push down his boxers.  He stopped
kissing her for a moment.

   "You're sure?" He said, his voice quavering.

   "If we're going to do this," she said, "these need to be off.  Okay?"

   He paused, then nodded.

   "Good," She said, and pushed his boxers the rest of the way off.

   Dale saw it first because at that moment she was busy kissing Alan. 
When the boxers came off something caught on the strap, went loose, and
kind of dangled there like an eel.  Dave looked up from the camera lens,
squinted, then zoomed in.  It was true.

   She felt it next.  She reached her hand down, expecting to find a
relatively small and safe thing, but something wide and hot filled her
palm.

   'Jesus," she said.  "I mean, Jesus!"

   'What?"

   "You're huge!"

   "Really?"

   "Why yes!  Oh, you poor thing," she cooed.  "You don't even know."

   "How would I?"

   "Take it from me," she said.  "You're big.  Jesus.  Girls would go wild
for this.  You wouldn't be able to knock them off of you."

   "Eunjee, please..."

   "Oh yeah," she said.  "Back to business, huh?  Good Lord, just let me
see this thing..."

   She grasped his cock and began to pull it in long strokes.  At first it
flopped in her hand, and then it grew stiff.  Dale saw her arm moving in
long strokes.  With the other hand she grabbed his right hand and guided it
to her vagina.

   'Rub it," she said.  "Find my spot."

   Cautiously, but more eagerly as he became more aroused - and she
encouraged him with soft moans - he rubbed her slit, and finally found the
clitoris.  She arched her hips meaningfully into his palm and bit her lip.
He watched her face to see if he was doing it right.  He knew almost
nothing of the female anatomy but evidently he had a knack for it.  Fueled
by his touch, she kept stroking him.  He got long and rock hard.  She grew
slick.  His fingers were soaking.

   "Alan," she said, pulling her hand away.  She spread her legs beneath
him.  "Come on, honey, come on."

   He pulled his hand away.  "I need help."

   "I'll talk you through it," she said, pulling at his ass.

   Dale watched the scene from the closet.  He saw Alan lowering his hips
repeatedly, the big penis slapping his wife's thighs and belly as he tried
to penetrate her.  It was slow going but she kept encouraging him.

   "It's okay," she'd say.  "Keep at it.  Don't get frustrated....  Unh!...
almost...  not that one!...  right there...  oops, try again..."

   Dale held a hand to his mouth and sat down just to listen.  There was
something titillating about Adam's awkward bumbling at this crucial stage,
however, and his own cock began to respond.

   "Come on, don't stop now," he heard her say.  "It'll be worth it, trust
me...  mmmm....  okay, that was nice, but it's not the big show, if you
know what I...  oh!  There!....  okay, yeah, keep it...  unh!...  no,
don't, I'm okay!  Just keep it....  mmmMM!  There!  Almost again....  come
on, honey..."

   Dave heard a change in her tone.  He looked up at the wall.  Her voice
was raising an octave as it did when she was excited.

   "Okay, that was good," she said.  "OhhhHH!...  Right there!  Now THAT's
a penis....  UnHH!...  okay, keep going...  I think you....  UNH! 
Alan!.... you're almost....  OhhhHHH...  Alan!  ALAN!....  There, baby! 
There!"

   Dale looked in time to see the big cock stop swaying, caught on
something, and then Alan's hips lowered slowly, and sight of the penis was
lost.  If Dale had any doubt what he was seeing, it was soon answered by
the audio.

   "Ohhh ALAN," she moaned.  "You DID it, honey!  You're inside me!"

   "Baby," he moaned.  "Ohhh baby.  You're so tight..."

   "ANYBODY would be tight with this thing," she said, gripping his ass as
he began to pump his hips into hers, thrusting on his knees.  Her legs
kicked in the air, searching for something to press on.  Her knees began
knocking against his sides as he thrust.  She ran her hands up and down his
chest with the motion.

   "Is it good?  Is it good?" He said, his voice jerking.

   "Oh BABY BABY," she moaned, "I LOVE it."

   They writhed on the bed together, she pressed beneath him.  He moaned
and thrust his penis into her mound.  It traveled up her vagina and filled
her like she'd never been filled before.  One of his hands reached around
and grabbed her ass, pulling her up to him, and she planted her feet on his
hamstrings, squeezing him with each thrust.  His cock swelled in and out of
her, slapping her inner thighs, moistening their entire midsections.

   Dale closed his eyes and just listened.  The bed creaked enormously. 
They talked in hoarse whispers to each other, occasionally tossing in a
loud exclamation.

   "Alan!" Eunjee moaned.  "Ohhhh Alan!  Get it in there DEEP!.... 
OHHhhhh...." She belted out something in Korean, which Dale had never heard
before.

   "Ohhh my beauty..." Alan moaned.  "My God you're beautiful..."

   Then this, from Eunjee: "How do you like your Asian girlfriend?"

   "Oh baby..."

   "How do you like screwing an Asian girl, huh?"

   "OhhHHH my Asian hottie..."

   "I'm all yours, Alan," she moaned.  "You can screw this...  Asian
chick...all...  you...  WANT...ohhhHH!"

   "Can we...  again?"

   "Oh YEAH," she moaned.  "All night...  mmmMM!...  And then you can come
back...  ANY time...  take me somewhere...  Dale won't suspect...  UNH!...
we'll do this...  a LOT...."

   "Baby," he said.

   "Hmmm?  Oh!"

   "Baby!"

   "Yeah?"

   "BABY!"

   "Gonna come?" she said, smiling.  "Gonna come?"

   "...think so..."

   'Come, baby," she said, sternly.  "Come.  COME."

   His hips ground into hers furiously.  She was pressed into the mattress,
and Dale could only see her legs, squeezing his, trapping him, and her arms
clutching his shoulders.  He saw a bit of her hair splayed on the pillow.
Otherwise he saw only his undulating body.  And of course he heard her
voice.

   "OhhhHHH Alan!" She moaned.  "OHHHH ALAN!  Ohhhh JESUS ALAN!"

   This moment would be analyzed for a long time afterward.  What Dale saw
was this: Alan's thrusts getting long and deep.  What he heard was Eunjee
making a sound he'd never heard.  It was downright feral.  For a second he
didn't know what she was saying and then he realized she was saying Alan's
name.

   What Eunjee was experiencing was this: The evolutionary fluke that
explained how a family of dorks like Alan's had thrived all these years. 
Alan's father, in fact was even dorkier than Alan, and shorter.  But he had
nine kids by one woman, four by another.  Alan, like his father, had
something that, once they got a woman in bed, made them replay the
encounter for days afterward and change their underwear often.  Ultimately,
in fact, it was the thing that killed Dale and Eunjee's marriage.

   Eunjee would later describe it as a knot forming in her vagina.  What it
was was the first three inches or so of Alan's cock, at the point of him
coming, swelling so it couldn't come out.  It was not unlike a dog's cock
that swelled during intercourse so the female couldn't get away.  With
Alan, it kept him inserted in her as his cock released jet after jet of
semen.  It got so big that had it happened before he never would have
gotten it past the mouth of her vagina.  But as it was he was deep inside
her, and she felt no pain.  All she felt was a pleasant tightening inside
her - the skin in there is very flexible - and of course she felt Alan's
pulsing cock against her clit, and hot streams of fluid splashing inside
her.

   "OhhH-H-H," she moaned, as he came repeatedly, which triggered her to a
flurry of orgasms.  "How long ...can youu...  GO..."

   "I'll be like this...  for about 10 minutes," he said, slowly rocking
his hips.

   "Oh God, yes," she said, pulling him so his cock rested deep.  She saw a
bulge under her skin.  "I love it.  I LOVE it.  Oh, Alan, you're showing me
GOD..."

   In the closet, Dale's jaw dropped.  Part of him wanted to burst out and
pummel Alan into a pulp.  In the end he sunk to the floor.  He had a raging
hard-on but he felt sick to his stomach.  Outside, the bed creaked and
creaked.

   "Oh, fuck, yes," he heard Eunjee moan.  "How much longer?"

   Alan shot a look at the red clock.  "Nine more minutes...  give or
take..."

   "Ohhhh YES...." She moaned.

   "Oh, fuck," Dave whispered, and closed his eyes, and covered his ears.