Voyeur.

I should step out. I should do what I came to do and hang out with two of my closest friends. So why am I peeking around the curtain as the heat intensifies between the couple? The display in front of me is so clearly not for me, it’s too intimate, too soft. Ari isn’t grinding down on his cock to show an audience how skilled she is with her hips. No, she’s grinding because she wants to be as close as she can to her lover.
My cock aches in my boardshorts as I watch her hands caress his chest as their lips gently, but passionately, collide. I wish I could hear them. I can see their lips moving between kisses, and my hand presses against my bulge.
Ari reaches between them, Sai lifts his hips. I groan softly as I watch him slowly slide inside her, pausing as he bottoms out. Ari’s eyes are closed, and she wraps her arms around his thick neck. This isn’t fucking, this is two lovers being with each other.
Guilt washes over me as I watch them slowly start to rock back and forth. There’s no intense bouncing, no slapping, no grabbing at each other. No, this is them being together. This is them late at night in bed. This is their version of when Vi comes home and just wants to feel the comfort of being in my arms.
My shoulder burns as I stroke furiously. Why am I doing this? Where do I cum? Fuck. I let go. I pull back and lean against the wall, careful not to be too loud. I squeeze my eyes shut and wait. I look back around after a few minutes and Ari is in the pool, leaning on the edge of the pool, looking up at Sai, talking casually. I steel myself and slide open the door.

“What's up sluts!?”

My voice wavers, I can only pray they don't notice. I’ve walked in with too much confidence; this isn’t like me.

Ari looks over at me and then around the balcony. “Sluts? I don’t see Vi here.”

“Big talk when she’s not here to beat the crap out of you.” I retort, trying to seem casual as I grab the bottle of beer Saihands to me, meeting my eye roll with his own as Ari laughs before swinging her hips towards the pool.

Ari floats across the pool on one of those Walmart inflatable loungers, scrolling on her phone, her ass and back slowly getting tanned and burnt by the high sun above us.

“You good on sun screen, babe?” Sai calls out to her.
She sticks a thumb up. “Throw me a drink!”

He grabs a can from the esky and underarm tosses it towards her, she catches it with ease.
Sai settles down into the lounger next to me as he looks across the pool as Ari cracks the can open and takes a sip with her free hand as she continues to scroll.”

“Man, her ass is crazy, huh?”
He turns to me expectantly, and I look up, caught off guard, mouth full of watermelon.
“What?”
He repeats himself, nodding towards his girlfriend.
I swallow the fruit. “Ass is crazy like she's…” I point circles at my temple, “or ass is crazy like…” I make a grabbing motion with both my hands in front of me.

I cringe, surely he can see through this faux act I’m giving him, as if I didn’t just watch him grab that ass while they slowly made love.

He laughs loudly as he throws his head back. “Both, I suppose.” He grins, using a spoon to get some of the watermelon. “Never thought I’d find a girl who matches my freak.”
“Same.” I chuckle.
He pops the watermelon in his mouth and chews before continuing. “Look.”
I look over, his voice is uncharacteristically serious.
“This is weird to say, so I’m just going to say it.”
A sense of dread washes over me. Where could this possibly be going?
“She told me about the other night, about Max and the morning after with you.”

Shit… Does he know about just then as well?
I feel the blood and colour drain from my face, and he notices it too as she shakes his head.
“Shit Sai-”
He holds up a hand. “It’s cool.” He glances over to Ari, who floats obliviously.
“We are… Like that.” He shrugs.
“Oh, I see…”
“We swing. We have fun. I’ve had my share of fun on the side, and she does too.”
“I bring it up, because Ari wasn’t good at hiding the details.”
It clicks. If he knows about Max and Ari, he knows about Vi and Max.

“Ah… Yeah. I guess Vi and I are the same.” I'm not going to offer up details he doesn’t need to know.
He nods. “I don’t mind if you have fun with Ari, obviously.” He grins. “You couldn’t steal her away even if you tried.”

A weird temporary pain in my chest comes and goes…

“But if you’re going to keep messing around with her. I have one condition.”
I don't even let him ask it. I am more than okay with. That sick, twisted part of me wants it to happen. I’ve already fucking imagined it.
But the sinking feeling in my stomach is there when he asks it anyway.

"I want to have... Well shit. No point beating around the bush."
I glance over, ice in my veins.
"Erik, I want to fuck Vi." He grins, like it's one of the most normal sentences in the world.
I have to take a beat to sip on beer before answering, hoping the **** will help my dry throat.
I swallow. "Yeah, man... Fair is fair... I think she'd enjoy that anyway... She has a type..."

Why the fuck did I say that?

He cocks an eyebrow, a glint in his eye. "Oh yeah? You're not her type, then?"

Stop talking.

"Yeah, she likes gym bros, y'know. muscles and shit."
"Don't most of the ladies?" He chuckles. "I guess you've figured out from experience thus far?"
I nod.
He leans back with a stretch. "It's cool. Ari kinda likes them lanky, so I get ya."
Sai leans in for a whisper. "What about you? What's your type of lady? What kind of women have you been with?"
Before I can answer. Before I can lie. How do I tell him apart from Ari, I've done nothing. It's all been her.

"Oiiii." Ari moans as she paddles her way slowly towards us. "Don't leave ladies out of your whisper sessions, what the fuck? Give me the tea, bitches."
Sai just laughs, and I grip my beer tighter.

The sun starts to set, and we head inside, we order pizza, and the shadow of lust and sex dissipates for a few hours, and I head back home, committed to something I can’t take back. Revealing something to Sai. Revealing something about me.