He had sat in the parking lot for half an hour, too nervous to go in, but once he was inside, the flashing lights and pounding music of the dance floo... soon combined with his first taste of alcohol to make his head feel like a helium balloon. But even in his relaxed state of mind Peter couldn't bring himself to go out onto the dance floor. He just sat in the darkest corner he could find, drank and watched all the people around him chatting and dancing and enjoying themselves.After a few glasses. I wanted to listen, creep up to the door and perhaps steal a view to satisfy my curiosity. But, I remained loyal to what my wife wanted.Deep down maybe I am a voyeuristic junkie. Those who are enamored with gifted men fucking their wives I’m sure can relate.I began to play with pecker which was swelling. Faint moans became more prevalent from the living room. Was he eating her? Fucking her? Making out with her? I didn’t know. The mental roulette was intoxicating.The driving force behind the. "Oh Matt, you know I love you more then anything. I just can't do that, I just can't - I'm sorry." You have nothing to be sorry about. It's just..."I could see the deepening disappointment in her eyes and it made me feel like a total asshole. I do love her - that's what makes this situation so difficult. I knew she was the one from the moment I saw her. If I hadn't felt so strongly about her right off the bat I wouldn't have even accepted the lack of blowjobs while we were dating to say nothing. Since grandfather still didn't make a move I decided to go farther.I slid my hand down my flat stomach to rest on my pussy and teased myself a bit before setting my fingers to work. I was dripping!My little cunt was so wet I could hear sounds as my fingers slid back and forth across my slit. I then slipped a finger inside me, amazed as how easily the finger went into my tight cunt, and used my other hand to tease my clit. I rubbed the little nub as I forced a second finger into my tight hole.I.