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stashed away that might inspire them. Of course, he wasn’t entirely sure how Casey stood on the matter of porn—hard or soft—but maybe he could convince her?
    Galvanised into action, he turned off the shower, wrapped himself in towels, and bounded into the lounge. He found Casey sitting among a pile of DVDs, looking thoughtful. With a start, he realised that she had located his stash of saucy flicks and was scanning through the blurbs on the covers. He swallowed.
    ‘I didn’t know you knew I had those.’
    Casey laughed. ‘Doesn’t every man? Besides, who do you think sorts through this cupboard every few months in search of one movie or another?’
    ‘Errr.’ Alex was lost for words. Casey grinned some more.
    ‘I wasn’t thinking of Bridget Jones when I suggested a film, you know. How about this one?’
    She held up a mildly X-rated porn movie with some semblance of a plot. He recalled watching it ages ago, probably before he had even proposed to her. He swallowed some more. Even though he had had the idea too, it was strange that his wife beat him to suggesting it. It was… It felt wrong.
    However, his body was of a different opinion and had eagerly sprung into life this time.
    ‘That one’s pretty good,’ Alex croaked.
    ‘Great.’ Casey popped the DVD into the player and stretched out on the sofa, completely starkers. ‘Care to join me?’
    ‘Sure.’
    ‘Wine?’
    ‘Do you reckon? I mean, is it a good idea?’
    Casey pursed her lips. ‘Abstinence hasn’t made a difference, so why not have a drink or two?’
    ‘Good point.’
    So they watched the medium-rated porn flick together, sipping wine, cuddling into each other, and pretending this was all very normal.
    The very weirdness of the situation was arousing, and Alex yearned for action. Yet he held himself back.
    ‘Alex?’
    ‘Hm?’
    ‘How about…’ Casey looked at him expectantly, not finishing her sentence, clearly hoping he would read her mind. Alas not.
    ‘How about what?’
    Casey blushed. ‘I really… I could really do with…’
    Alex finally nodded. ‘Same here, my sweet. Same here.’
    For a moment, they got distracted by the couple climaxing on screen, and they watched the contortions on display in stunned silence.
    ‘Wow.’ Casey breathed. ‘I don’t know if I could do that.’
    ‘We could try?’
    ‘We’d have to order the Kama Sutra first for instructions.’
    ‘I’m sure that could be arranged. We can probably download a copy right now.’
    ‘Maybe some other time.’ Casey waved a dismissive hand. ‘But…’
    ‘But what?’
    Casey blushed again. ‘Would you mind… Could we perhaps… Maybe we could just…’
    ‘Maybe we could just—what?’ Alex was lost again.
    ‘Do it ourselves. You know. To ourselves. As it were.’ Casey stumbled over her own words. ‘I know it sounds stupid and dumb, but I’m so desperate. Would you mind if I…’ She cleared her throat. ‘Helped myself?’
    Alex let go of the breath he had been holding. ‘No. No . Of course not. Oh my gosh, let’s go for it.’
    He put a hand on his hardness and was immediately flooded by a delicious warmth, a firm promise of release at long last. ‘Oh gosh, yeah, let’s do this.’
    Casey leaned back on the sofa. ‘You don’t think it’s wrong?’
    Alex groaned, already halfway on the road to oblivion. Now that he had started, there was no holding back. He was loath even to talk, but he forced out a brief response.
    ‘I think—it’s totally and utterly—phoar—weird—but who—gives a damn?’
    A gentle sigh told him that Casey was surrendering herself to herself, but he was too wrapped up in his own pleasure to give her a second thought or even the merest glance. No distractions for him now. This had been coming far too long, too long, too long…
    The promise of release became a reality, and for a small moment, the world was perfect again.
     
    ~Casey~
     
    ‘Morning.’
    ‘Morning.’ Alex grunted over the rim of his coffee