You receive an unexpected visitor...

An uneventful fortnight passed to your covert disappointment. You had plenty of time to mull over the so many events that recently transpired... And you just couldn't dismiss the fact that you let it happen, nor could you shake the disgusting lingering pleasure you felt from seeing Emily in so many erotic scenarios. You hated yourself for thinking it, but you were disappointed that nothing had happened recently. You found yourself often visiting the bathroom to jerk off to the memories. It was this spiteful thought you dwelled on as you arrived home from work one day to see a familiar car parked out the front of your house. Your heart skipped a beat as you rushed to the door.

Stan sat at the dining table, beer in hand. He lazily glimpsed over to you when you walked in.

"Hey Mark." He said with a smirk.

"Stan? What are you doing here?" You asked. You were genuinely shocked from his presence considering you both left work around the same time.

"Well I'm helping Nate plan your bachelor party, remember?" He spoke condescendingly.

"Yeah I know - But why are you here?" You asked again.

"Oh, well Nate and I thought it would be rude of us to not reassure your lovely fiance of our planning... And as it turns out she has a few ideas too." He explained.

As if on queue, Emily walked into the room from the bedroom, barely sparing you a look. You swallowed hard when you looked her over. You could tell she wasn't wearing a bra, and her top was loose-fitted. You caught Stan's gaze for a moment - barely a glimpse of a smirk.

"But you got here too early, Mark. We're not done planning and we can't have you hearing it all." He tutted, annoyed.

"Oh, I guess you can plan another time..." You began to say.

"That's not a problem - we can plan in the spare bedroom away from prying eyes." Emily chimed in.

"Lead the way." Stansaid, pushing himself to standing before following your fiance towards the hallway. "Don't wait up." He muttered to you before the two went into the room.

When the door closed all you heard was silence... But your mind reeled in lewd imagination. You sat, staring hard at the hallway for several minutes before you slowly stood up and took a couple steps forward. You wanted to hear them talk. You needed to. You continued forward, silently and slowly with every step until you were just outside the door. You could hear the muffled voices and you were very careful in pressing your ear against the door.

"... don't need to..." You heard Emily talking. It was easier making out her higher voice.

"... the boys..." Stan replied. Their tone was a strange one. It reminded you of the dinner at Stan's house... There was a weird connection between the two, as if every word uttered meant so much more.

"... Mark loves it." Emily said.

Loves what...!? You thought to yourself, unconsciously pressing your face against the door.

"... won't even know it's you." Stan said, or so you thought.

You gritted your teeth as you struggled to grasp onto every word with much futility... But then you remembered that of course there was a window to that room. it was risky but you desperately craved to see inside the room. You backed away and down the hallway, then proceeded outside and around the house. It was a fenced off part of the yard so you weren't worried about being seen by a neighbor. Very carefully you peeked an eye around the corner of the window, thankfully disguised by thick curtains inside, then ducked back away. You didn't want to look for more than a second.

Emily was standing up looking down at Stan who was seated on the bed. Her expression was vague but there was a hint of mischief in her light smirk. Stan on the other hand wore his usual sly grin. As it turned out you could hear them better from out there.

"... They look lovely." Stan said, glee in his voice. You quirked a brow from the comment and peeked around again, though you froze when you saw the subject of his comment. Emily was exposing her tits, making a show of them infront of Stan, still nursing the beer. Your beer.

"Thanks... I'm pretty proud of them." She replied back. Stan's gaze quickly shifted towards you and your heart skipped a beat. You ducked away immediately but you knew he saw you.

"What is it?" Emily asked.

"... Nothing." The reply came. You heard a few footsteps and you hurried away, back inside. This was it... Just a taste, but enough to make you hard as a rock. When you returned indoors you waited a few minutes to see whether they were coming out and when they didn't, you went to the bathroom to jerk off. Your imagined them in the room together, Stan taking in all of your fiance's image... And then having her there on the bed... The curtains were open, too... You didn't last long.

It was over an hour before they came back out. Stan finished another one of your beers before taking his leave.