I was not angry, not hurt and not thinking. There might be an explanation for his, was the first thought that came to my mind. As I drove home, I kne... that all plans for my proposals had to be kept on hold. I could not walk into all this with doubts in my mind. Doubt is a horrible thing, it an destroy relationships. As I drove into the garage I could feel a surge of emotions. I was hurting. I was hurting bad. I needed this to be resolved fast. As I entered the apartment I heard her speak over. Does playing with my cock turn you on?" "Yes it does and letting a stranger watch me get you off is so hot." The woman on the screen had grabbed a dildo and was now fucking herself with it. Her legs were spread wide and she was really giving it to herself. I could tell that he wasn't gonna last much longer as his breathing was getting shallower and quicker and his cock was rock hard. We both watched as the woman fucked herself. He finger fucked me in rhythm to her ramming the dildo into her. And I found myself standing up... walking to the door and down the hallway. He was crying again. Fucking bitch. I'll give him a reason to fucking cry.I stepped into the room still naked with the biggest hardon I’ve ever had. Nick, who was sitting on the edge of the bed in his boxer briefs looked up at me, and then at my hard dick. He stared at it for what seemed like forever. And I watched as a bulge apprehended in his pants and then grew. Larger and larger. I was silently amazed at how. I took both our cups and went to put them in the kitchen. I came back and as soon as I entered the room, my co-worker looked at me and said, “There’s coffee on your t-shirt.”I went up to the mirror in my room and looked at it. “Damn it, I have to take this off now,” I said.“Yeah, you have too many clothes on anyway,” my colleague said. I turned around to look at her. She turned away and laughed.I took my t-shirt off and walked toward her saying, “Now, who has more clothes on, huh?” She didn’t.