surprising, but also not surprising

Jake listened intently. Kei was right. It was her name that he heard.

"Who is that?" he asked.

Kei sighed again.

"Kei?" called the voice from behind them.

"We should just keep fucking. I do not care if he sees this. In fact, I would rather like it." Kei worked a bit harder to thrust her ass back at Jake, his dick still firmly inside her pussy.

Unsure of what to expect, Jake slowly and rather non-committally continued to pump into Kei, but he was looking around, searching for the source of the voice.

"Kei!" it said again.

"Oh my god," muttered Kei. "Aguri!" she shouted. Then, quieter, and to Jake, continued. "I would rather he find us and just talk than listen to him shout and moan. You know?"

Jake's energy went from hot to cold. Moments ago, he was having a delightful tryst in the woods with a hot model (who may have been either Japanese or French and he didn't know which) ... and now he was feeling like an outsider while the hot model and some other guy yelled at each other in public, all while he was literally naked in the middle of nowhere. And he had no clue where Abbie was. And fucking this woman suddenly seemed like the wrong kind of crazy.

The sound of Aguri's voice carried through the air, permeating the quiet stillness that surrounded the house. His monologue to Kei had already begun before either she or Jake caught sight of him.

"Kei, look, I know we fought, I know it was probably my fault, I always say such stupid things, I know, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I know ..." Aguri continued mumbling as he appeared around the corner of the house, out of breath. He flopped his head down, put his hands on his knees, and panted. His shaggy dark hair hung in front of his face, obscuring his view of anything -- and somehow, he hadn't actually seen Kei yet.

In the meantime, Jake and Kei slowly continued fucking each other, both staring at Aguri, neither sure what to say or do.

Still not looking up, Aguri rambled on. "I should have gotten a haircut. I should have just listened to you. It's a party, we should just --" At that moment, Aguri raised his head and saw Kei on the lawn chair. With his mouth frozen open, he stared straight ahead -- Kei, naked, on all fours, and a man he didn't know standing behind her, also naked, slowly rocking back and forth.

Kei's voice was soft as she said "Aguri," her eyes locked on a point ahead. Aguri gave a half-hearted nod, his gaze distant and unseeing. Despite his attempt at nonchalance, Jake could sense the tension radiating from both of them.

"Okay, now I am a little less sorry than before. And forget the haircut," Aguri finally spoke, breaking the silence that had settled over them.

Jake couldn't help but let out a small laugh at Aguri's dry humor, but inside he was cringing at the awkwardness of the situation. He had never been in such a strange and uncomfortable position before.

"Do I want to know?" he asked Kei, trying to break the tense atmosphere.

She shook her head slightly, her body still swaying gently as Jake continued to move inside her. "Does it matter?" she replied with a coy smile.

"No," he said, keeping his gaze locked on Kei as they moved together.

She took a deep breath, and then added, "I think you can do three things, Aguri. You can ask this man to step aside, you can come over here and join us, or you can stay there and watch."

"Or I can leave," Aguri interjected with a hint of bitterness in his tone.

"Or you can leave," Kei echoed calmly. "But we both know you won't. You don't want to lose me."

Aguri's lips curved into a small smile as he looked down. "Don't I? Maybe enough is enough," he muttered quietly, more to himself than anyone else.