An unseen observer

As John laid on top of him, she relished in the moment. Her energy spent in rocking every rigid muscle on his sex tool, legs burning from the stairs' position requiring more thrust out of her quads and calves. The breeze mixed with the heat from the dying fire caused a shiver to run down her spine.

The dogs were not going to bed with their new guest still around so she knew it was time to go inside. They capped the fire ring to extinguish its flames. John sighed. If she had not been so worn out, she could have stayed outside under the clear sky in her friend's arms all night with maybe a new bottle of wine. And some dry panties. Definitely dry everything. The couple of lovers headed inside for the night.

And as they shut the back door, an old friend relinquished his post from the shadows in exchange for a closer view inside. Mitch could not believe what he had just watched. But then again, he could. He had swung by the house to ensure the Irish lass was being safe about her guest and to also assure himself of the guests' real identity.

She had really brought Doe all the way from the east coast. Was it just a fling, he wondered. They had all known Doe wanted to be with John from the beginning. But was it lust or puppy love or... What? He sat on the top of the deck stairs after checking for a clean place and peered past the blinds. It was not the scene he was used to. A new fellow in his best friend's house with his best friend's wife. Ex-wife. Ex. Bo would be pissed, not at the sex but the person she brought into their house. The person she cooked dinner for. The person wearing the new muck boots that were supposed to be his. The guy sitting in his spot at the island counter. Then... he would be pissed about the sex.

Right on cue his phone buzzed in his pocket, "hey asshole you get lost?" Mitch put out his cigarette as he caught sight of Doe turning towards the guest room and John towards the stairs to their master bedroom. Her master bedroom. He chuckled- Doe wasn't in the full game. He was just in scrimmage mode on the visitor's score board. But he did have points. Mitch walked back to the driveway around the house and eased into the car.