Recently I think she is getting braver and probably would like to start experimenting more and probably she'd like to feel my dick pushing into her vi...gin cherry, but I am rarely hard enough to do so when I am over her or she is on top and besides I really like to masturbate and to be jerked-off by her. I love it so much in fact that I started saying to her that the fact we don't fuck makes our relationship so special, while at the beginning I wasn't so happy about it. I sometimes ask her to. But what happens instead is this: he stands aside and I gasp. From here I can see right into the open-plan shower. There are at least ten of them in there. With two beers in me, my shyness is on the wane and I can’t look away. I am transfixed, my jaw slackens. I’m like a cat that has spotted a pigeon through the garden door. My tail twitches, but part of me still purrs. “Seen something you like?” I’ll say. I try to snap out of it. Close my eyes for a moment and try to look the other way.. Please," Susan whimpered."She's going to fuck as many as want her, Peter," Erin said. "Undress her for them."Susan and I had discussed fidelity. I said she was to be faithful, but I hinted I might play around. She'd smiled like a bear. "You'll be faithful, too," she'd said, "or I'll cut off your nuts and fry them for dinner."The voice in the back of my head was screaming, "Don't do it," but I undressed Susan as she squirmed in sexual need. My wife to be, who was a relatively modest lady, showed. Walking the streets for hours, my anger subsiding and turning to regret and finally becoming fear, fear at losing you, fear at having messed up the greatest thing in my life. I walk further and further into the night, wanting to go back to you but afraid to at the same time, not noticing the rain or the tears that run unchecked down my face, until finally I find myself near our bench and I look up to see you sitting there. Running towards you, no longer knowing what we fought about, no longer.