She clicked on the video key, knelt on the rich, red carpet and watched the picture of an almost unrecognizable "PTA mom" Deborah Rubinstein strike a pose of erotic enticement for all the men who knew her password. Only this time, the image was being sent to only one man. One very unsuspecting poker playing attorney named Keith Rubinstein.
She placed one hand on her waist and lifted the other high above her head, through the blond hair, parted her lips invitingly and stared directly into the camera and waited until she received confirmation of the connection. She didn't have long to wait. Within seconds after receiving the instant message the video image of her husband's face appeared in the top corner of her screen.
Deborah ran her tongue over her lips, licked her fingers and began to massage her nipples, never once taking her eyes off the camera. She pulled the boa between her legs, slowly moving her hips so the feathers caressed over her breasts and clit. She turned up the audio feed so her husband could hear the low moans which were now growing increasingly louder....