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It wasn’t about Brian. Although I love the thought of making him hard, I was excited about watching you pleasure yourself.”She reached out and gave my wife a hug and said, “Don’t be upset at Brian. It was my fault. I was horny, and he was willing.”At this point, standing nude peering around the corner, my cock started to get hard. I looked down and it was poking out of the door into the hall.My wife broke the embrace and said, “Come into the family room and I will get us some coffee.” I rushed to the shower and finished washing quickly. I dried my hair, got dressed, and yelled down to my wife that I was going to work on the computer. She yelled back up “FINE!!”I crept slowly down the stairs and into the Living Room. I could hear them talking. Kelly said, “Aren’t you going tell him I’m here?” “No”, she said. “I want him to think I’m still upset at him, so we can have some time to talk.” “He’ll be on that computer until I talk to him.”My cock was still hard from what Kelly had told my.

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