For a moment there was some comfort in knowing that Eva's ex and former lover never gave her the multiple orgasms she claimed her new lover gave her.  Peter didn't feel like he was the worst lover, if he wasn't the only one to struggle to make her cum.  But his feelings of self-reassurance all went out the window as the stranger reappeared walking into the bedroom door, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts.<br/><br/><strong>"Watch or take a walk?  Really?   Wait....You are serious.....I thought...that...uh..You and I were gonna um, well....Finish...." </strong>he said hanging his head, feeling his hard-on weaken a little bit.  His body tensed up with anxiety, wondering what in fact he should do.  It's one thing to walk in and catch her fucking someone, but to sit there and watch it.   He did admit to himself that the noises turned him on, even if he wasn't the one making her feel that way.  The large lump that developed in his throat was almost unbearable to swallow.   He looked over at Jim, and then back at his wife, with a pathetic shrug, as to indicate he didn't want this to happen, but knew he was powerless to stop it.