John discovers Jane's voyeuristic side

John's mind was a whirlwind of confusion and conflicting emotions. Elisabeth continued to ride him with an almost hypnotic rhythm, her words of desire washing over him. Yet, his attention was fixated on Jane's silhouette, standing there in the steam-filled room, seemingly unaffected by the explicit scene playing out before her.

His initial instinct had been to push Elisabeth away, to shield Jane from this shocking tableau. But as the moments ticked by, he couldn't understand Jane's lack of reaction. If she had seen them, why hadn't she stormed out, furious and hurt?

John's eyes remained locked on Jane's shadowy figure. Elisabeth's sensual praise for his manhood barely registered in his mind. He was more focused on unraveling the enigma of Jane's stillness.

"John," Elisabeth whispered, her voice dripping with desire, "You're driving me wild. I can't get enough of you."

But John wasn't listening. He was too busy trying to decipher the subtleties of Jane's presence. And then, it struck him like a bolt of lightning. He squinted through the mist, and there it was – the unmistakable movement of Jane's hand between her legs.

His heart pounded as the pieces fell into place. Jane wasn't standing there in anger or disbelief. She was standing there because she was aroused. She was watching them, touching herself, aroused by the explicit scene she had stumbled upon.

John's mind reeled from the revelation. The complexity of the situation was almost too much to bear. Desire, guilt, and astonishment swirled together in a tumultuous mix, and he had no idea what to do next.