And Breakfast is ready

I know I should tell her to pack us up so we can leave, but something about listening to him try and fail to break us up was fucking hot as hell. So just finish my sentence with “And breakfast is ready.” as if nothing bad happened.

Before she can react or question me Wiley walks in and says “Oh… Liam I didn’t know you where up.”

Sarah turns to him “Yeah and he made breakfast!”

Wiley grimes at how happy Sarah sounds about that “He didn’t have to do that. I could have gotten us something.”

As the day goes on Sarah secretly tells me to make myself disappear if I want to listen to them fucking. So I tell them that I have to go to the store to by headache medical. I fake leaving and then wait ten minutes before sneaking back in. Ten minutes was all it took for Wiley to get Sarah into his bedroom.

I walk in to hear him saying “Sara-bear… I must tell you that I have feeling for you…”

Sarah groans “Can’t we just you know… have a little fun… with out that.”

Willy whimpers “No… I need you to know and understand how I feel.”

Sarah goes silent for ten second as if she was waiting for me to kick in the door and stop them. But me feet wouldn’t move. There was something right in front of my face that was freezing me. What I was looking at was his monitor as it flipped photo of Sarah that he had secretly taken of her. There it was his ‘perverted shrine’ to her that he claimed he didn’t have.

I most have not moved fast enough because Sarah finally spoke up, “Fine… I heard you… now can we have our little fun before ‘he’ gets back.”

Of course," Wiley's voice dropped to a whisper. "But first, tell me you're considering what I said."

I should burst in there right now. I should expose this creep and his shrine. But I remain frozen, watching the slideshow of stolen moments—Sarah at the beach, Sarah sleeping, Sarah studying in the library—photos she never knew were taken.

"Let's just focus on now," Sarah deflected, her voice tinged with impatience.

I hear rustling of clothes, bed springs creaking under Wiley massive weight. My stomach turns, but there's a sick curiosity keeping me rooted. The photos continue cycling through, each one more invasive than the last.

"You know he doesn't deserve you," Wiley says between what sounds like kisses. "Remember how he treated me in high school? That's who he really is."

"Wiley, please..." Sarah sounds less enthusiastic now.

"He made my life hell because he was jealous. Because he knew I understood you better." His voice hardens. "I've loved you longer. I've loved you better."

I could hear the lust in Sarah voice as she moaned “Wiley please just fuck me…”

Wiley moaned back “No I just can’t fuck you… I need you to know how I feel… I need you to feel my feelings.”

Sarah moans as she clearly is struggling not to come “Oh I feel your feeling. I feel them through your dick in pussy.”

Wiley says "No you need to feel them from more than my dick"

Sarah moan "Sorry but that all I can give you."

Wiley whimpers "if that all I can get today... than fine but I'll never stop trying."

The room goes silent for four second before Sarah voice moans “Oh Wiley… after hearing you say those thing…” She than screams as they orgasm together “I don’t except you too.”

Twenty minutes later Wiley walks out of his room alone, and still smelling of sex, which is actually pleasant compared to his normal smell. The moment his see me he freezes “Oh… fu… when did you get back.”

I lie “About a minute seconds ago. Is everything ok?”

He lets out a breath of relief as he answer “Yes…”

I wanted to play with him a bit so I asked “Ok… than where is Sarah”

He suddenly get really nervous as he glances back to the room “Ah… she said she got hot… and wanted to take a shower to cool off…”

“And not your pool…”

Wiley was practically sweating bullets he was so nervous “Yeah she said she wanted to wait for you to get here to get in the pool.”

“Ok but I was just in the bathroom… and she wasn’t there.”

Wiley “ah… well the water is not as warm in the guest bathroom, so I let her use mine.”

“didn’t you just say she wanted to cool off. so why does she need warm water.”

Just than Sarah walks out with a tower wrap around her head, which she must have grabbed quickly to play the part “Oh Liam you know I like taking a warm shower after cooling off.” She than walks up to me and leans in and giving me a good smell of Wiley sweat and sex radiating off of her as she whispered, “It’s not nice to toy with him.”

I whispered back “It not nice what he said either.”

Sarah whispering “Oh you heard…”

“Yes…”

Sarah “But you didn’t stop it.”

“No, I didn’t but we can talk about it later.”

"Fine," Sarah says with a sly smile, then turns to Wiley. "So, how about that pool?"

Wiley's eyes dart between us nervously. "Uh, yeah... let me just get changed. Sarah you can change in the guest room, and Laim the guest bathroom is open"

I was about to say “Sarah we are dating, we can get changed together,” but before I could she had already closed the bedroom door leaving me and my bag of closed outside.

Six minutes later We follow him outside. The water gleams in the afternoon sun, deceptively peaceful. Sarah drops her towel, revealing the bikini underneath. Wiley's eyes devour her, not even trying to hide it anymore.

As we wade in, I notice how he positions himself, always keeping Sarah between us.

His movements seem calculated, deliberate. When Sarah suggests we swim laps, I watch as Wiley agrees enthusiastically, positioning himself in the lane next to hers while I take the far side.

The first few minutes are innocent enough - just the three of us cutting through the water. But then I see it happen. Wiley's hand "slips" as he reaches the wall, brushing against Sarah's backside as she pushes off for another lap. She glances back at him but doesn't say anything, doesn't move away.

My earlier words must have registered as permission, because when it happens again two laps later - this time more lingering, more intentional - she simply continues swimming.

Wiley grows bolder. A hand on her hip as they both reach the shallow end. Fingers trailing along her thigh as they pass each other. Each touch more brazen than the last, and Sarah allows every single one.

I should be furious. I should put a stop to this. Instead, I find myself treading water, watching this sick game unfold with a mixture of disgust and fascination. The afternoon sun beats down on us as Wiley's hands grow increasingly adventurous, and Sarah's none-existent protests echoed as acceptance.

Wiley made it all the way to slipping his full hand inside her bikini bottoms and she swam buy causing them to almost slide off her ass, before she finally said it was time to get out of the pool.