She fought the urge to eavesdrop... she even put a pillow over her head, but it was no use. The sounds coming from their open bedroom door were drawin... her like a moth to a flame, and she couldn't stop herself. Somehow, it was suddenly wickedly exciting to hear two people making love, and Flo was certainly making no effort to stifle her groans. In a steady, sure rhythm, Flo moaned again and again, and Ginny could hear the bed squeak as it went up and down... up and down.She could stand it no. Confirming John was sound asleep Melissa quietly slipped down to his man cave. A quick search of John's computer video files easily located that evening's recording of fulfilling her black colleague's bet. Using an 8GB thumb drive Melissa copied the webcam recording and the corresponding internet file entitled, Shy Wife's Forced Black Handjob. The title made her laugh. Rather than being forced the webcam recording every act and word made it necessary for her to exercise a lot more restraint. She got a little spooked at this and tried to get off, but he must've thought they were still playing (and the k**s thought it was hilarious to see him tickle her.) My wife told me that the few more times she bumped into his hard dick, she could tell it was big (and that in itself turned her on.)She eventually broke free from him, laughing and claiming between breaths that she was going to pee herself if he didn't knock it off. She excused herself to the bathroom to recompose herself (and calm. Truth is, ninety-percent of the time I was watching porn and masturbating. Look, these constant wayward thoughts about a man that would probably never be mine have to be released somehow.“Well, psychotherapy is a bit like programming,” I ventured quietly.Jacob chuckled and nodded. “Well, your mother is always going on about it.”“Yes, she tends to go on about me ever since dad died,” I said without thinking.I saw his eye fall to the floor and it was obvious he was contemplating something.My.