I went out with him. The balconies of the building were staggered. I looked up at my apartment. I turned and I was looking right into his eyes from ab...ut 12 inches away. I took the glass of wine and knew that I was busted. Shit! He knows I'm a perv.I like to lay out up here. Was he smirking at me when he said that? I don't think anyone can see me. He is smirking. What the hell is going on? Lay down on the chaise, Tom, and tell me if you can see your balcony.I lay down and look up, backward. I. Emotional security. Why?I knew I was there for her. Something deep in me knew she would be with me the rest of my life. And, if she chose to leave, I would fight her leaving with all my power. Why did I not want to say it then? Was it wanting to exercise power over her? Wanting her to surrender, to kneel passively by me, dependent on my generosity and love for her? Was it a fear of commitment? Perhaps something in the very essence of my maleness, a fear by me of being trapped, of surrendering. Before I went down I saw him frantically trying to get his cock out, she wanted me to fuck her from behind, she said it better be long and hard, much longer than l fucked the slut, as I entered her I saw that Bill's cock was getting hard.I fucked her long and hard, maybe 15mins, as I was concentrating on not coming I hadn't noticed Bill was now hard and wanking, he was as long as me but much thicker with rope like veins my wife's eyes were fixated on his cock and I got the feeling that they had. 'You've been fucking him' she quizzed, 'Does it show I asked' my voice thick and my head light with the giddiness of how events were transpiring.'Be right back' she said and stood up and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. I sat my mind racing with what I had to disclose to him, while she was out of the room, and I waited impatiently for him to return.When neither returned I got suspicious and got up and opened the door, walking stealthily down the hallway I could hear her as I.