The next day

Dean woke up in the guest room and got ready for work. He passed by Richard’s room and saw it was unoccupied, he must have spent the night with Brooke. Dean left feeling defeated although his cock twitched at the thought of Brooke being Richard’s object all day yesterday and through the night.

Dean had a busy work day but managed to find some time to look at his phone and hopefully see what Brooke was up to. He knew the cameras in his bedroom were covered but he could try the others to see what was up. He flipped through his phone to his app and opened it.

Nothing.

He tried to see what was wrong, if it was a signal problem or something else. It looked like all the cameras in the house were offline, did Brooke do this? Was she punishing him and not letting him watch? Dean was a little mad. His phone buzzed with a text message, it was Larissa. He could still see her nude in the messages as he read her newest one.

‘Do you think you can give me Richard’s number?’ Larissa texted Dean.

Looks like she came to terms that is was Richard who fucked her and it looks like she wants some more. Dean willingly gave her Richard’s number, she didn’t even respond thanks.

Dean returned home, not sure what he was going to walk into. He opened the door, Richard was on the couch, texting away on his phone. Dean wondered if he was texting Larissa.

Dean shut the door and walked around the couch a bit and now noticed that Brooke was between Richard’s legs. This is no longer shocking to Dean, this is natural at this point and he guesses that Brooke and Richard are no longer going to hide themselves from him.

Neither Richard or Brooke paid any attention to Dean or acknowledged he was there. Dean walked back around the back of the couch towards the kitchen. He stopped briefly behind Richard, Brooke was looking right at Richard’s face trying to make eye contact with him. Richard was busy typing away on his phone. Dean’s attention went from Brooke’s face to Richard’s phone.

Richard clicked on a picture:

Was that a picture of Larissa or another girl? Dean felt himself get a little excited. Here he is looking over the shoulder of Richard who is getting head from Brooke, Dean’s girlfriend, and he is getting excited about an ass picture?

Richard swiped on the picture and there was another one:

It was Larissa, she was sexting Richard while he was getting sucked off by Brooke.

Dean was clearly standing there too long and Richard noticed. He turned his head back to see Dean peering over his shoulder, he smiled at him while grabbing the back of Brooke’s head. He started pushing down and having her gag on his cock. Richard then put his phone in Dean’s view of Brooke and swiped again, it was a video.

Dean watched the video for a couple seconds before a notification popped up on the top of the screen, it was a text from an Elizabeth. Who was that? Was another girl interested in Richard? Dean couldn’t take it anymore and bolted off to the kitchen, he could hear Brooke gagging and Richard laughing. Dean had a sizable bulge, sizable for him at the least in his pants.

Dean tried to distract himself with making dinner, he didn’t want to go back in the living room and have Richard laugh at him or something worse. Dean still wanted to watch though but he lost that luxury with the cameras all being out or tampered with… he needed to figure out what was up with that.

Dean was finishing up cleaning the kitchen when he noticed it was quiet out in the living room. He peeked in and could see Brooke was sitting where Richard was before. Brooke’s head tilted back with pleasure, was Richard actually going down on Brooke?

Dean walked around the couch, Richard was not there, Brooke was just pleasuring herself, her eyes were shut concentrating, she was fingering herself while also playing with her clit.

“Where’s Richard?” Dean blurted out, Brooke’s eyes shot open and glared at Dean. “Fuck I was so close… ugh,” she was annoyed with Dean. “He went next door to fuck Larissa,” she said then closed her eyes to pleasure herself again.

Now was Dean’s chance to pleasure Brooke but also get some himself. “Hey I could help you out…” Dean said. Brooke didn’t open her eyes, “No, I’m good,” she said. She started to moan, she was orgasming right there on the couch in front of Dean. Even with Richard not there, Brooke preferred her hands over him. Dean was embarrassed.

Brooke got up to go upstairs, “I left a gift for you on your bed,” she said before disappearing upstairs. Dean followed up the stairs, he now went into the guest room which was somewhat his room now. Brooke must have thought so as well because his gift was on the bed.

All the hidden cameras from the house were on the bed in a pile. Looks like Dean wasn’t allowed to spy anymore and it looks like Brooke was the one responsible.

Dean laid down in his bed, alone with his thoughts. He was jealous of Richard, he envied him, he once pitied him but those days are long gone. Dean lost control of everything… but he was excited for what lie ahead, anything was in the realm of possibility.