That night they had had their traditional meal as prepared by that friend who was enrolled in Chef school. It had been delicious, though none of them could really admire the finer parts of culinary theory that went into the creation of his masterpiece dishes. But though there was no stunning criticisms or complements on textures and genius, there was no scrap of food left uneaten, and there was no better compliment for a cook.
They had watched movies. And he had watched her snuggled under the arm of her husband even as his friend, who had once been something more, but was now something less... had moved against him. He indulged her, glad for the contact, especially when he had never quite made it past what happened between them. But he was distracted. Sitting on that spot on the couch where both of his illicit trysts had occurred. She didn't seem to be thinking about it as he watched her, but he was. He couldn't over how sexy she had been with his cock in her mouth, or her skin against his skin, or her taste on his lips. Idly, he lifted his hand to touch his lips, remembering all of the places they had been that day. But in the end, the movie credits rolled and one by one they moved off to bed. He lay awake for a while, listening to his former girlfriend sleeping on the futon beside him, it was his turn on the floor. Then he heard something else, the slightest, faintest hint of a moan that he had ever heard, but after hearing them for the past two days... he couldn't mistake it.
Hoping to catch her in the act again, he moved towards the source of the sound, realizing with a twinge of excitement that it was coming from her bedroom, and the door was open just a tiny crack. He grinned at that, she had left it open on purpose, so that he would be able to watch. And he had every intention of doing just that.
Pressing his eye to the crack he peered into the room, and saw them. She was on her hands and knees with his cock poised at her entrance. But he wasn't moving, instead, he allowed her hips to work at him, taking him in, pulling away. They were quiet, far quieter than usual, he was no stranger to listening to them, but this was new. He bit his lower lip as he watched that dark cock vanish into her pale body, engulfed by that same warmth that he had felt a few hours earlier. Normally, seeing something like this would have brought jealousy to the forefront of his emotions. He was a Scorpio, possessive and jealous and intense... but also sexual. And she wasn't his to possess, so watching her have sex with her husband served only to stir his cock into arousal. He reached down to stroke himself, sliding his hand over his turgid flesh as he watched the couple fucking in their bed.
His eyes were glued to her hips as her back arched and bowed, each movement swallowing her husband's cock. She swished her hips in a circular motion, letting her head rest on her forearms to muffle her moan. When she arched the other way, he popped all the way only to be swallowed back up. He stroked himself quickly, not wanting to get caught. It was hard not to make noise, and a gasp nearly escaped when he watched the husband grab her hips and turn her over onto her back. She lifted her knees up, bringing her thighs perpendicular to the bed and her calves parallel to it. Her husband settled between her thighs, his hands gripping her hips as they began to pump. She gasped, her tongue sliding over her lips, her hands creeping over his back to hang onto his ass as it flexed with each driving thrust.
Her head fell back against the pillow, and tilted, she was looking to see if he had found her invitation, and she smiled lightly seeing that he had. He continued to stroke even as he was discovered, but he made no acknowledgement of her. He pulled the skin up around the head of him, and pulled it back down around the shaft with each thrust of his fist, and she watched him, moaning softly as her orgasm snuck up on her.
"Oh.... Oh fuck...." She whimpered as the thought of his eyes on her as she was ravaged by her husband carried her over the edge. Her words triggered his own orgasm, but in his head he was buried deep inside her, not shooting ropes of sticky white all over her wall. He waited for them both to come down before he stole away to the guest room. He laid there for a long time, replaying the scene in his head, remembering every little detail. Until finally... he fell asleep.
The next morning he awoke to the smell of French toast, and he climbed off the floor and stumbled into the kitchen. He reached up to rub his head, confused that there was no one around, only her, flipping French toast in the kitchen. "Where is everyone?"
"Disneyland. We were all going to go, but I didn't really feel like it, and you said you didn't want to."
"Yeah, I'm not a fan... moral reasons." He laughed and moved towards the couch. "Disneyland. That was funny."
"Its true!" She laughed as she came in with two plates and sat down. He took a careful bite and grinned.
