My hands moved down over my torso and began caressing the inside of my thighs but not quite making contact with my balls or cock. I loved teasing myse...f like this. Glancing down at my watch I saw that I still had another twenty minutes. A new game came into my head. I stood and stepped towards the door.Nervously, I slid the bolt back and opened it a crack. I stood there listening intently. It was quiet. I opened the door wider and peered out. There was nobody there. I opened the door fully and. Janet's hips were wide, and she thought that in twenty years she would have hips just like her mother. She seldom dated, a ritual going back to her high school days. It wasn't that Janet didn't like boys, she did, but they just seemed to ignore her, not the kind of a girl to show off to your friends or take home to mother.No, Janet had her own special sex life and she used these mountain excursions for her own pleasure. She had left her dorm room because two of her roommates were having a party. When I got there I saw another woman she worked with making out with someone that was not her husband in the parking lot. I went inside to get my wife and saw her at the end of the bar sitting on a stool with this guy Mark standing in front of her. I walked over to her and saw Mark starting to kiss her when I got closer I could see Marks hand on her leg working it up under her shorts. I could not believe it my wife was kissing and getting felt up by another guy. I thought I would get mad but it. It could have just been my inherited genes so I can happily blame my mother and father for being the smallest in the class, but I somehow also got left out when the popularity genes were issued, I became a loner and spent far too much time in my own company for any real good to come of it. I loved the movies, the actresses were goddesses with their beautiful make-up and cultured coiffure, the long golden limbs and neatly manicured nails and toes I watched opened mouthed in admiration.