Sure does

"Woah, woah, woah," he said when she made moves to actually follow up on her words. His chair skidded back into his desk, his dick still in his hand. His relationship with the woman flashed through his mind. "What're you doing? I'm Jimmy's best friend, that's not cool."

She raised an eyebrow, as if he was the one being ridiculous. "Seems better than just giving you some space. I'll know you're spankin' the hog in here anyway."

"A: no it does not. B: it would be a major violation of our relationship."

"Lighten up, Curt. Seriously, can't we just do this and get it over with?" She moved closer, going to her knees in front of him. She reached a hand out like she expected him to hand her something. Except that something was his dick.

Curtis sits and considered her for a second. Why was she this easygoing about cheating on her husband? She'd never acted like this before. As far as he knew she'd always been loyal. However, as he looked at the kneeling woman, he felt a raw temptation, born of a very hard dick insisting that it makes his decisions for him. "Do I really mind, that much?" his temptation whispered out loud. He found that he doesn't. "Will you tell Jimmy?" he asked her. She solemnly shook her head. "Okay. Thanks." He tentatively took his hands off his cock.

Passionlessly, Chelsea began to stroke his dick. The whole thing felt surreal for Curtis, and super awkward. The two simply looked each other in the eyes while she rubbed him off. It's not that she was bad at it, and she wasn't, but the whole thing felt like a teacher and student holding eye contact after the student finished a test early. He was staying hard, and enjoying it, but there had to be something else to do in this. Should he watch porn? Nah, that would be weirder.

"How long does this usually take?" Chelsea asked.

"Depends on how hot it is. You don't seem very into this. Is this boring for you?"

"Nope," she winked at him. All of a sudden, she looked really interested in his dick, and her motions began to change, almost like she was savoring the activity. Curtis thought that her whole demeanor changed in that moment. Which was odd. It struck him as weird that she'd approach this so uncaringly, and then start getting into it when he prodded. Maybe she was acting, and maybe the whole thing was weird anyway but it seemed an odd detail, verging on important.

"Is this the first time you've done something like this? After being married to Jimmy, I mean." He felt like he should fill the silence.

"No, I've done it a few times. It's a lot of fun."

This felt wrong. Not, like, morally, though he reasoned that that would come back later, but this just isn't the Chelsea that Curtis knew. He searched her face and found it completely lacking any sense of guilt. No shame at all. Not even any kind of thrill from the danger of it all. This couldn't be right. It all happened too quickly, too easily, with just a little bit of prompting from him.