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but I believed the eighteen-year-old could do
a lot better than screw around with a married man.  And without a condom! 
To me that was worse than the sex itself and once again I worried about my
wife.  Would she be stupid enough to have unsafe sex?
Before I left the property, I heard Bethany cry out that she
was cumming, and turned around in time to see Lionel—easily enough from the
driveway with the sunroom addition’s glass wall—arch his back and bellow. 
I should’ve felt guilty for thinking Helena would be here and doing what
Bethany was doing, but now that I’ve witnessed Lionel’s basest nature, actually
fucking a teenager in his own house while his wife was out, my sense of worry
that my wife was doing the same wouldn’t go away.
 
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I knew something wasn’t quite right with our sex life and my
imagination was running wild with the New Year’s party scene still indelibly
etched in my mind.  When Helena came home from shopping with Ginnie one
day and proudly showed me the bikini she’d bought, I was flabbergasted.
“Why?” I asked. “Your one-piece wasn’t sexy enough? We
weren’t planning a beach vacation so where are you going to wear it?”
“Ginnie said you’d be like that,” she replied.
“Like what?”
“A prude.”
“I’m not a prude,” I protested.
“Then what is it? You say nice things about my body but do
you mean it?”
“Of course I do, my love. You’re the sexiest woman alive.”
“Then why don’t you show it?” she said, and I was
shocked.  She was only getting started, it seemed.  “I guess because
we’re married you don’t have to, but I get passes every day by all kinds of
men.  It makes a woman feel desirable to be looked at that way.  I
love you, Paul, but I wish you still lusted for and pursued me like when we
were single.”
“Is that what Lionel Wade was doing at New Year’s?” I felt
good saying it because I saw it hurt her, “Making you feel desirable since I
don’t do it enough?  That’s Lionel, the virtuous man who fucks his teenage
neighbor as soon as his wife is out of the house.”
“That’s what I mean, talking about what other men do and
don’t do instead of being a man yourself. What happened at the Wade’s was an
alcohol-fueled mistake, but at least he tried, and don’t think that Ginnie
doesn’t know about the Moore girl or any of the others.”
“There are others?” I blurted out.
Helena laughed.  “Of course there are. That man could
probably fuck 24-7 if someone would let him.”
“Have you…let him?”
“I’m not going to dignify that with an answer, but I will
make a comment of my own. Lionel asked me to model the bikini for him as soon
as he knew I bought it. Why haven’t you asked me?”
“You’ve got it all figured out: I’m a prude, judgmental,
lacking in sensuality, and can keep it in my pants. So, what do you suggest I
do to change? Call Bethany Moore?”
“Forget it,” she said and walked to our bedroom in a huff,
waving the bikini in the air like a battle flag, which perhaps it was. 
“I’ll wear it in Ginnie Wade’s back yard, by the pool. I’m sure Lionel will
appreciate it.”  She closed the door with an adequate slam.
Okay, so I screwed up badly.  I won’t apologize for the
way I felt about Helena and the Wades.  Lionel’s fingering of my wife
wasn’t an illusion.  Something definitely was going on and basically I
didn’t know how to handle it.  I wasn’t about to surrender my wife but I
didn’t have it in me to be a Neanderthal either and go punch his lights
out.  One thing I could do—after all I’m very good with electronics—was
set up a camera above the Wades’ pool fence as an ‘evidence’ gathering
tool.  I have a couple of really good wireless cameras that I can activate
remotely, and which can transmit the distance to my house.  One of them is
weatherproof and has a great long-life battery.  It can be encrypted so no
one else except a determined hacker could