I stifled it with my mouth, biting gently down on my knuckles. I felt him pull my hand away from my mouth and turn my face to look up into his. “I ...want you to cum very hard for me,” he said softly, but with a confidence that sent a yearning shiver down my spine. “would you like that?” I felt my breath quicken as I looked deep into his smoldering eyes and nodded eagerly,my lips parted and pouty with exhilaration. “Then get your toys for me,” he said with a playfully dominating tone. I rose. The penis he held in his hand, jerking up and down in his languidly flicking wrist, was hovering somewhere between achieving full arousal and subsiding back to its more normal torpor. In front of him was the old PC he'd bought years ago and never felt the need to upgrade. The CRT screen displayed his recently typed words, which had come almost directly from his semi-erect penis and found their way into the default Times New Roman font of MS Word 95 via only a brief traverse through his brain.. He had thought that not inviting anybody to see his wedding would avoid their making that connection.Now, though, he was married and nobody at the office -- except the guy in the personnel office, whom he didn’t know socially and almost certainly forgot as soon as he filed the papers -- knew that he was married. When they found out, it would raise more questions, and he didn’t want questions.At church, though, everybody knew he was a married man. They saw him with his pretty, young wife, and he. “I said you were always there to save my butt, but you never responded.” Her lips pursed in a mock pout. “I was hoping to see you say something nice about my butt.” “I had something like, ‘You’ve got a mighty fine butt to save,’ typed out but thought better of it before hitting the Enter key.” Her pout morphed into a slight smile. “It just seemed a bit too familiar to be putting it out to the world. How would Roger have reacted if he’d seen it?” I wondered where he was but didn’t ask..