He withdrew his finger, slippery with her juices. "Damn, girl... you're soaked," he marveled.
My fiancee's eyes flew to me in supplication, a look of shame.
Telling me she was sorry, she couldn't help it. She didn't want to be this wet. It wasn't right, getting turned on this much by another man. A man who wasn't in love with her, who wasn't even making love to her... who was only there to fuck her.