That was until my Father died 5 years ago leaving Moms all alone inside my c***dhood house. The old neighbor hood went to shit and I started spending ...ore time with mom to look out for her. The more time away from the wife the less sex we had. The less sex we had the more time I spent away from her. A year after Dad died I moved back in with mom and filed for divorce. I was in my old room again with mom down the hall, her bedroom door some 15 feet with the only bathroom separating us.. The second time I went with a female client was much more formal. I was booked as the plus-one of a high-powered mature business lady for a business dinner at a hotel in Cardiff. She had specifically asked for a girl of my age and type and given instructions that I was to dress smart (but also sexy). I dug out a little black number for the occasion and some recently purchased sexy lingerie. I also made sure that I had shaved everything that needed shaving.I met the lady beforehand at a bar. Maybe it was going from such a large room to the tight space elevator but all of a sudden my head was swimming. Still capable I pressed the 4th floor button and held on as the elevator wisked upward. Now I knew why the halls had handrails all the was down. I’m counting doors until I finally find it 442. I slipped the door card in and nothing happened, dumbass me putting it in backwards. Righting it I push it in again but still no go. A second, third and fourth try didn’t fair any better. As. It also echoed inside Allan’s ears. This couldn’t be happening to him. This couldn’t be happening to his wife. This had to be a dream, a nightmare. He'd wake up in a moment. But still the scene in front of him continued, played out in front of him like they had play acted the fantasy over the last few weeks. He couldn’t believe his own psyche. What was he? Man or mouse? He was neither. He was a voyeur. He felt disgusted with himself. Watching his own wife, the person that meant more to him than.