George watched with bated breath as Fred and Vicki came together in a heated kiss.  It was their second of the night, though the first had been suborned by Vicki into a foot-worshipping.  George saw the look in Fred's eyes and realized that he got as nearly excited watching sexual enjoyment as he did enjoying it himself.  He could see the little tells in his wife, that he knew so well, that said Fred was hitting the right buttons.  He hadn't seen those tells in some time and now he felt them when he kissed her and he saw them when she was with Fred.  He wondered how she would react to kissing Beth.<br/><br/>George slid slightly to the side on the couch, making sure that Vicki had plenty of room to kiss Beth.  But not so far that he didn't have a close-up, front row seat.