Ch 19

Tuesday 2nd January 2018

“I love you, honey,” my beautiful wife’s face smiled at me as it filled the TV screen. As she took in my reply – giving her permission to spend the rest of the day making love to her boss of five years, and now her boyfriend of nearly two months standing.

As well as her smile and look of tender love, she blew me a kiss before standing up and wiggling her way back towards Chris. She gave him the briefest of playful kisses, then pulled back to start unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his well-muscled chest. More than a twinge of jealousy and admiration going through me as I wished I’d worked out and had a body more like Chris’s, as I watched Jill’s nails teasing his pecs and six-pack. She was facing away from me, but I imagined I could almost hear her purring with contented excitement.

Having thrown his shirt to the ground, Jill knelt in front of Chris. Still facing away from me, all I could see was her heels, panty-clad ass and her long brown hair flowing down her back. At that moment, realizing what Jill was about to do for Chris, I wished I could bound through the TV screen and push him aside. But alas it was going to be his cock, not mine which was about to receive the tender ministrations and admiration of my lovely wife. And there was nothing I could do about it but sit there and watch, getting my own strange pleasure from it while Jill’s boyfriend got the more direct and obvious pleasure.

Although her head blocked out my line of sight, the movement of her arms made it clear that Jill was unbuckling Chris’s belt, and seconds later I saw his pants and boxers lying on the floor. A well-practiced one-two foot movement allowed him to step out and Jill to throw them next to his shirt.

“Oh, baby. I’d forgotten just how big you are. You know Dave gets off on knowing that I’m taking a bigger cock.”

Jill’s words stung, even though I knew she was playing it for my enjoyment, but at the same time, my cock hardened even more. Even as I looked at Chris’s smile, as he tried not to look too smug.

“Hey, Dave, man. I think your sweet wife likes my big cock.” Despite his words, his tone wasn’t mocking. It was more matter of fact. Just one friend stating an obvious fact to another friend. Both of them knowing the fact to be true even before it had been put out there and said in a way that couldn’t be unsaid.

Even though the little ‘picture in picture’ image of my face was right there on my TV, I was so focused on watching Jill and Chris that It didn’t occur to me that for the first time they’d started the call in such a way that they were able to see my face and my reactions as the game progressed. (Later, Jill told me that she and Chris had discussed it and done it this way as they wanted to make sure I was okay with the new twists and turns they’d decided to add to the game. They thought I’d enjoy their gentle teasing and wordplay, but they wanted to make sure.) But at the time I wasn’t aware they could see my face and expressions – my mind was so totally focused on the two of them.

With Chris’s words about how my wife loved his big cock echoing around my head, I felt my chest tighten. A worrying sign that wasn’t helped when I saw Jill’s arms and head move in a way that left little doubt that she was using both hands to grasp and stroke Chris’s thick cock, while her moist and warm mouth reacquainted itself with his pink plum-like cockhead.

For the next few seconds, there was just the obscene yet erotic gulping sound of Jill’s mouth going up and down Chris’s fat cock. Worshipping and enjoying her new toy, looking forward to the moment when she’d soon feel it slip deep into her body once again.

These sounds were interrupted when Jill pulled back and tilted her head upwards so she was looking at Chris. “I’ve missed this, Chris … I’ve missed you …”

These words shouldn’t have surprised me. After all, I knew they were true and that Jill had missed Chris. And I also knew Jill was partly saying this for my benefit. But nonetheless, sometimes hearing something said out loud makes it somehow more real. And seeing this silhouette of my wife and best friend kneeling before another man and looking up at him and tell him how much she missed him acted like a dagger straight through my heart.

There was something in the ambiguity – part said for my benefit and part said because it was totally true – that twisted my gut in a way that was new and more intense than any feeling I’d yet experienced in this new lifestyle we were now living.

I was just coming to terms with these stinging words when Chris moved things on again, reaching down to take Jill’s hands from around his fat cock as he held her hands and helped her stand up. Even though she was still wearing those four-inch red heels, she was still a little shorter than Chris.

As Chris led her by the hand towards a large bed, for the first time I realized I didn’t know where they were. But looking at the room, it was clear it wasn’t some anonymous hotel room. Which only left one likely alternative. They were back at Chris’s apartment. Chris was about to start 2018 with a new first in his relationship with my wife. He was going to bed her not in some random hotel bed, as all of their previous sessions had been. For the first time, he was going to bed her and make love to her in his own bed. The bed that he’d shared with his wife Kate before she’d left him.

Sex and relationships are so much about emotion, the mind, and symbolism that this single thought hammered away in my head. Giving that so recently plunged dagger another twist, just for good measure. Shit, I know I’d told Jill that her growing closeness to Chris gave me a strange excitement. But here, on their first time together in 2018 they were really testing the boundaries. Testing to destruction how far things would excite me before they went too far.

I don’t know if it was by accident or design, but thankfully the word games got toned down a bit as Jill and Chris were more pre-occupied with each other than playing any games for my benefit. Now standing at the side of the bed and side on, I could finally see Jill’s face again, as they embraced and kissed. Enjoying the feel of flesh on flesh, Jill pushed her soft body hard against Chris’s more muscular physique. Her big breasts squashed flat, her hard nipples poking into his chest, just as his large and very erect cock was trapped against Jill’s tummy. No doubt leaving a slimy trail of pre-cum as it marked the place high up in Jill’s tummy where it would soon be probing and thrusting. Knocking at the very entrance to her womb. The womb that had carried and nurtured our three children. The womb that would soon be flooded with another man’s virile seed.

Before I might have thought that they held this position and kept their mouths locked together so long for my benefit. To provide an image for the silent watcher. But I knew in my heart this was just for them. They were happy for me to watch, but this was one-hundred-percent for them. The expression of their excitement at being reunited after a whole two weeks apart.

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Jill climbed onto the bed, taking care not to dislodge her heels whilst also avoiding the stiletto heels damaging Chris’s bed. She took up position right in the middle of the bed, laying her head on two large pillows and parting her legs in a way that gave a clear message.

I guess Chris had missed Jill just as much as she’d missed him because he wasted little time with preliminaries or foreplay. He knelt between Jill’s legs and lowered himself into position. One hand supporting his body weight, the other grasping his cock. Jill was looking directly at him as he concentrated and looked between their bodies to insert himself correctly.

From the big image on my TV screen, I saw the moment he lodged himself in Jill’s body. The slight grunt and way she bit her lip told me this, just as much as did the way the look of concentration left his face. He looked up at Jill, and as he moved in to kiss her I saw him lower his hips and drive the full length of his long cock deep into my wife.

He was rewarded with a sigh of fulfillment and pleasure. A woman suddenly complete, enjoying her man’s cock filling her to the brim and stretching her in a way she found wonderful. Thick and long enough to fill and stretch, not so big as to cause pain or discomfort.

He was happy to rest there just like that, their mouths united in a series of kisses of different types and emotions. Every few moments just stretching each sinew and muscle to just go a little deeper. Capturing again and enjoying again every inch of my wife’s womanhood, something he’d enjoyed nearly every night in those five long weeks the other side of Christmas.

And then when the lovers had enjoyed this initial re-coupling of their bodies for a time, the inevitable lovers' dance began as they became greedier for all the other pleasures that awaited them. The first step in their renewed courtship being the slow pulling back of Chris’s taut buttocks, before he gradually sank back down, enjoying each moment as he slid his thick meat back into Jill’s stretched pussy.

The camera angle allowed me to see clearly the looks on both of their faces, and something in the look on Chris’s face made me wonder how many times he’d imagined this moment in the five years Jill had been his PA. Chris’s antics as an arch-womanizer were well known, and I wondered just how much seeing my beautiful wife each day but not being able to possess her had driven him wild.

But those five years of frustration were a thing of the past now. The last couple of months had brought those barriers tumbling down, and something in Chris’s smile and look said he was going to enjoy his new relationship with my wife all the more because of the five years she’d made him wait.

A shiver ran through my body as I wondered if Jill felt the same way. Five years of her growing closeness and friendship with her handsome boss. Fully aware of the office rumors and stories about his abilities in the sack. What flesh and blood woman, however faithful to her vows, wouldn’t be tempted and feel a corresponding release of pent-up lust and desire when finally allowed to have the thing she’d admired and thought about every day for five years.

I was guessing and speculating at Jill’s emotions over the last five years, but I had no need to guess about what she was feeling now. As Chris started working his over-sized cock in and out of Jill’s sexy body her moans and face told the full story. Having spent the last two weeks without Chris in our lives, I couldn’t help but compare their love-making and Jill’s reaction to our own love-making since the two of them had returned from their long road trip. I knew that Jill had enjoyed our own time together and how it re-united us and cemented us back together, but seeing the two of them together again I had a deep and gnawing knowledge that purely as a physical act Chris was achieving something superior to what I’d been able to offer Jill. I’ve always known who and what I am – warts and all – and so I didn’t have it in me to deny this self-evident truth. It did cause me more than a little worry, but it also strangely excited me. An excitement linked to the strong bittersweet emotions I was feeling. Feelings definitely made more powerful by the way both Jill and Chris had teased me before they’d lost themselves in each other.

Chris’ muscular ass was soon pumping up and down with the power and rhythm of one of those nodding-jenny oil wells that used to dot the American landscape, drawing a constant accompaniment of oohs and aahs from Jill. Her legs locked around her boyfriend’s torso in a symbolic act of submission and ownership. The red stockings forming a red band around Chris’s midriff until he lifted Jill’s legs up and over his shoulders so that he could get even deeper into my wife’s body. His long, fat cock probing even further. Even closer to her womb, causing her to become even more vocal as she opened her eyes and pulled his head down to give him a passionate kiss of approval.

Their mouths continued like this, Jill’s hands either side of Chris’s handsome face as their tongues fought each other as Jill gave the rest of her body over to the man she’d missed so much these last two weeks. Allowing him to cup and squeeze her breasts, to stroke her hair and to push his manhood in and out as his girth stretched her wide in a way she’d grown to love.

I was so caught up in watching this show of physical and emotional closeness that I hadn’t realized how ragged and rapid my own breathing had become, and how sweaty and agitated I looked. It was only when I caught sight of myself in the mirror that I realized how much watching the two of them had affected me. I had one of those moments of self-realization, that this was far more of an emotional high and low for me than even those times I’d watched them during their road-trip.

I’d torn myself away from looking at the two of them to consider the gaunt agitated face looking back at me in the mirror. But almost immediately my attention was drawn back to the screen as Chris decided to kick things up a gear. Deciding to return to the gently teasing theme that he and Jill had started playing with.

Jill had just enjoyed her first powerful orgasm when Chris gently lifted Jill’s long legs from his shoulders and withdrew his now very shiny and even more swollen cock from my wife’s body. Brushing the matted hairs away from Jill’s forehead and giving her a tender kiss, they shared a moment as he smiled at her.

“Come on, Jill, honey. Let’s give Dave an even better show.”

With that he carefully lifted his muscular frame off Jill and helped her up, leading her to a solid-looking oak chest of draws that was right next to the camera position. Placing a pillow on top, he lifted Jill up so that she was perched on top of the draws and the pillow.

I’d thought it might be Chris who spoke first, continuing his teasing, but it was Jill who spoke next, looking directly at me through the camera. “Thanks, honey. I’m so lucky to have you as my husband.”

With that, she turned back to looking at Chris who was grinning ear-to-ear as he slid himself back into Jill in one easy movement. It was Chris now looking at me as the game continued. “Tell hubby how much you love this, Jill, honey. Tell him how much you love it. You know he wants to hear how great we are together.”

Just for a moment, I wondered if Jill would go along with this game. There seemed to be just a flicker of hesitation and doubt, which made me wonder. But this flicker lasted only a moment, replaced by a naughty and conspiratorial smile. Looking straight at me again, Jill had a different message for me this time. One that pulled me high and low in the same confusing instant.

“He’s right, honey. I’ve really missed this, baby. You know I love you so much, baby. But this, this I’ve really missed.” Jill paused for a second (later telling me she was checking my reaction) before continuing. “Chris feels so good inside me, honey. So deep, and I just love the way he fills me and stretches me.” Bitch! I knew she was playing a game – but still, this was killing me, even as my cock throbbed harder.

I guess she must have seen from my expression that I wasn’t too hurt by her words, so with a smile that would have done a Disney villainess proud, she continued. “Honey, I know you love to hear how big Chris is. So big, and so good. And he is, you know that, right? And he’s so handsome and makes me cum so good. And he stays hard so long, makes me cum so many times. Really tires me out. Until I can’t go anymore, and I’ll come home to my loving hubby.”

It felt like my chest was about to explode. Hearing Jill’s teasing words. Seeing the look on her face. Watching Chris smiling smugly and slowly stroking his big cock up and down. Already shiny with Jill’s juices, hard as steel in his fist and just waiting to be reinserted back into my expectant and oh so happy wife.

Another playfully blown kiss from Jill marked the end of her monologue as she turned back to Chris. “Come on, lover boy. I want at least another five of those before you send me back home with a pussy full of your cum. Back home to my kids and loving husband.”

And that’s exactly what Chris did. With every detail and nuance of their love-making visible in glorious high definition video. Jill’s body looking so good, the camera showing the swell and curved of her womanly figure to full effect. Making me feel so many conflicting emotions at once. Jealousy and pangs of desire as I wanted to be where Chris was – balls deep in my wife. But at the same time riding an emotional rollercoaster of the most confused and exciting set of feelings. Aroused as hell. But also laced with the green-eyed monster and more than a little fear.

For the next half hour, I watched and sweated as the lovers made up for not seeing each other these last two weeks. Chris fucked Jill to one climax after another, only slowing down when he himself was getting close. But even Chris couldn’t hold off forever, and finally I could sense that he was getting close to coming himself. Jill was hanging onto him even more tightly, and I had a strange anticipation. As if in some strange way him finally cumming deep inside Jill was some kind of proxy for me cumming in her as well.

As he finally accelerated with his breathing sounding a similar rhythm, I suddenly heard the sound of our son’s car pulling into the drive. I couldn’t believe it – right at the death, I was going to be denied the chance to see what I so dearly craved and needed. Shit, I was torn. I was tempted to leave the screen on and risk it. Surely I was okay for a few seconds. It was all I needed. But then I heard the laughter of our twins as they rushed excitedly towards the house, clutching bags of shopping.

Off.

Suddenly the room seemed so empty and lonely. Instantly going from the highest of sexual highs to a lonely room, laden with guilt. Thinking about what our grown-up kids would have thought if they’d seen what I’d just seen. If they’d known about the games we played. About what their mother was doing that afternoon. If they’d known that for some inexplicable reason their father was actually watching and approving of their mother’s antics.

With these thoughts whizzing around my skull like the lightning of a summer storm, I had to collect myself and pull myself together so I could leave my den and face our three children. The irony of chatting to the three of them about their purchases as their mother lay in bed with another man seeming an irony to end all ironies.

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Jill eventually returned home at around ten in the evening. She looked tired but very satisfied. She’d been together with Chris for nine and a half hours and I could only guess at how many times they’d made love – driven by the hunger they’d obviously felt for each other after two weeks apart.

Our three college returnees were all watching something together in the lounge but were happy to see their mum. It was Abigail, always closest to her mum, who asked her mum with a sly smile where she’d been. Abigail was the only one who knew about our new lifestyle, having met Daryl by accident when she and her mother had bumped into him by accident in the shopping mall. But as far as I knew Jill hadn’t shared any details with her about her relationship with Chris. But nonetheless, there was something in Abigail’s sly smile that suggested she wondered if her mother had been up to no good.

Jill blushed and gave a semi-evasive but not totally dishonest reply, that she’d been ‘with a friend.’ Technically true, but the impression given hardly matched the reality of her afternoon and evening. John and Sarah no doubt picturing an afternoon of wine, gossip and familial updates with one or other of Jill’s girlfriends. Only Abigail with that suspicious smile maybe guessing what kind of ‘friend’ her mother might have been meeting. And what kind of social activities might have taken place.

As Jill and I were both working the next day after a short conversation with John, Abigail, and Sarah, we both headed upstairs. Jill and I hardly talked, my wife just telling me how much she loved me and preferring to cuddle as she soon drifted off to sleep.

As I held her in my arms, enjoying the feeling of her head on my chest, even though I found the sound of sleepy breathing so relaxing I struggled to fall asleep myself. Wondering if this would be the pattern of our new life.

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We didn’t realize it at the time, but the next few months were truly the runaway train that I’ve described before. But of course, these types of changes often happen slowly. Bit by bit, in a way that is imperceptible to the people in the middle of events. And that’s how things developed for Jill, Chris and myself in January through April 2018.

And come to think about it, I should include Gemma within this list. Although for her events turned out to be changing at an altogether faster pace.

Jill and I managed to keep our promise to ourselves to have our two date nights a week. And it did indeed have the desired effect. If it was possible, we did grow to have a deeper love for each other. It was like with these changes in our lives, there was no hint of complacency or overfamiliarity. Strange as it may seem, it was partly like we were dating again for the first time. Rediscovering each other after twenty-plus of years not fully appreciating the full beauty of the wallpaper because we were seeing it every day.

And so, as winter gave way to the spring months, Jill and I were genuinely more deeply in love than ever. Something that friends like Callan and Charlotte commented on – even admitting that they themselves took inspiration from us as they still tried to repair their own marriage.

But Jill and I were also becoming closer to our respective ‘love interest’ – Chris and Gemma. Of course, Jill was seeing Chris every day as she was still working as his PA. And although they were pretty discrete, it soon became pretty common knowledge at their office that they were an item. But after the initial minor stir, no-one seemed to care. Especially as it became known that Jill and I had an open marriage and was fully aware of her relationship with Chris. Chris’ boss certainly didn’t mind. Indeed, Jill told me that apparently Chris’ boss had joked that if it stopped Chris chasing after and bedding other women in the office, maybe his relationship with my wife was actually a positive.

Strangely enough, after the initial shock, I got a weird kind of kick out of knowing that people in Jill’s office knew about their relationship. I guess it was just another part of the masochistic bittersweet pleasures that I seemed to so much enjoy.

But I wouldn’t want you to think I was some kind of totally passive wimp in this whole set-up. Yes, I was getting my rocks off from Jill’s on-going and growing relationship with Chris. But I was enjoying my own growing relationship with Gemma. In some ways, I felt like the guy with the Midas touch. All the excitement and fun of the ‘Jill and Chris’ ride at the fair, alongside the physical and romantic pleasures of how things were developing with Gemma.

Gemma and I were soon seeing each other several times a week. I hate to describe it in such clinical terms, but a normal week might be that we’d hook up ‘MWF’. With the weekends reserved for family life and spouses, and Jill and I normally having our date nights on something like Tuesday and Thursday.

And like I said, I loved both the physical and romantic side of my growing relationship with Gemma. The sex between us just seemed to get better and better as we got more and more familiar with each other’s bodies and became more relaxed with each other. And the growing friendship and emotional attachment were if anything even more special.

The kind of person I am, I couldn’t spend that much time with someone in those types of situations without falling in love a little with that person. And that’s how I found my feelings developing, and I know that Gemma felt the same. And in her case, I think the development of these feelings was hastened by the problems that she and her husband Duncan were experiencing. In late February Gemma discovered that her husband had been secretly carrying on an affair with his secretary.

Although they had an open-marriage, this wasn’t part of the deal. Their agreement was that everything should be out in the open with no secrets. I became the person that Gemma confided in and used as a crutch as she struggled with the situation. Fearing that her marriage might not survive the situation, as Duncan was apparently quite serious about the secretary he’d been carrying on with.

When I first told Jill about the Gemma and Duncan situation, she had quite a mixed reaction. Part of her was happy for me to play the role of friend and supporter that Gemma obviously needed, including several times Gemma came around unannounced after particularly bad arguments with Duncan. Jill wanted to do the right thing – to over compassionate support to Gemma, even if she still admitted to often feeling jealous. But sometimes Jill would tell me that she was worried that Gemma might have designs on me – having ideas beyond us being just friends with benefits.

Looking back, I think Jill might have put a stop with my relationship with Gemma, except that she was herself quite pre-occupied and busy with her own growing relationship with Chris. And my relationship with Gemma and the time I spent with her was part of the price she had to pay for the time she spent with Chris. After all, what’s sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander. As any self-respecting student of literature like Jill will tell you.

If I was often seeing Gemma MWF, then the evenings Jill was spending with Chris soon developed into a similar pattern. And of course, not being a total fool, part of me worried about the amount of time Jill was spending with Chris. Three evenings a week was a lot of time – especially when added to the time they spent together every day as such close work colleagues. But I figured that if I could spend around three evenings a week with Gemma, have feelings for her but still know that Jill was the one for me, then surely Jill could and would feel the same way as things developed with Chris. After all, on our date nights and the weekends which were ours we were totally happy and more in love and appreciative of each other than ever. There were no outward signs of any clouds on the horizon.

And that’s how things were as the weeks passed and March moved into April. The sky seemed pure blue, not a cloud in sight for me. Things were great with Jill and me. Gemma and me was good, both the sex and the relationship, although I was obviously sad for her about how things were spiraling in a negative direction in her marriage.

And I was enjoying the strange kicks I got from Jill’s relationship with Chris. Even though they saw so much of each other, I didn’t feel threatened by their relationship. Because things were so good between Jill and me. As their relationship developed along the natural track that most relationships develop, I had no problems. Jill and I always communicated openly and I was happy to fit in with most if not all of their requests.

Initially, Jill always made a point of coming home after her dates with Chris, even if it was often quite late by the time her car pulled into the drive. But at the start of February, we were talking one Sunday night, with Jill telling me that she planned to see Chris the following night. One of her normal nights to see him. But I could see something a little nervous in her face, and sure enough a moment later she summoned the courage to ask me what was on her mind.

“Honey, I know we’ve never talked about it before, but would you be okay if I stayed over at Chris’ place tonight?”

Seeing that hopeful, imploring, nervous look in Jill’s face did all kinds of things to my insides – making me feel as nervous as Jill looked, but also exciting me in a strange way. All part of this strange world and part of me I had discovered these last few months. The idea that Jill wanted to spend the night with Chris shouldn’t have been that shocking or surprising to me, but I guess even after the whole road trip thing it marked yet another step up in their relationship. In my mind I really thought of Chris as Jill’s boyfriend now – and the idea of Jill now staying over with her ‘boyfriend’ seemed both exciting but also with a hint of danger. Just the combination that I was beginning to recognize pressed all my buttons these days.

As I continued to look into those beautiful expectant hazel eyes my mind conjured up a mental picture of Jill curled up next to her handsome boyfriend as they drifted off to sleep after an evening of passionate love-making. And the fully-fledged kinky husband that I now was, the idea was catnip to me.

That was at the start of February, barely a month into their renewed relationship after the family-enforced Christmas hiatus. And as the days and weeks passed in February, Jill staying over after her evenings with Chris became common. Until it reached the stage where it was the norm and I no longer expected her home after these evenings. To her credit, Jill kept to our rule of good communication and always rang to let me know her plans.

To some, this might have seemed a warning sign, but I was comfortable with the situation. Things were great between Jill and me and I was also continuing to enjoy my deepening relationship with Gemma. And there were no signs that Chris and Jill were trying to cut me out or exclude me. They would sometimes spend time together at our place so I could watch them, and at other times they’d fire up the iPhone camera and include me that way.

When they did include me either face-to-face or via a FaceTime call, sometimes they’d be natural and behave as if I almost wasn’t there. At other times they’d definitely be playing to the gallery, with all the wordplay and verbal teasing about how great a lover Chris was and how big his cock was.

All through these months, it was clear to me that Chris and Jill were growing closer. And it wasn’t something Jill and I shied away from. We talked about it and we both were comfortable to admit we were growing closer to our respective partners. I think this was actually more difficult for Jill to come to terms with. In my strange way, as I’ve already said, as long as I didn’t think I was going to lose Jill to Chris, the fact that they were getting closer was a turn-on for me. Whereas Jill liked Gemma but was in no way turned on by the thought of me together with Gemma. Quite the opposite – Jill’s insecurities and admitted jealous stream wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

So all in all, as the Florida temperatures rose and we moved into April I was pretty happy with how things were going. To carry on with my overused train metaphor (I’ve always loved trains), this particular train felt like one of those stopping services that was traveling at just the right speed. I got to enjoy all kinds of views and experiences – Gemmaville and Jill-Christown, and the speed and danger levels seemed just right. Not too slow, not too fast, and certainly not passing any signals at danger.

But without me or Jill ever realizing it, April and May were going to bring big changes and major decisions for us.

(Thanks again to my friend cbears52 for his prompt & careful editing)