Well a long night

Sarah closed and locked the door behind her. She was so ready, John was sitting on the edge of the bed. He had stripped off his shirt and was nursing his semi-erect member in his pants. She smiled at him and started to make her way over to him. She walked, or more like strutted, over to where he sat. Once over there stopped, gestured with one finder for him to come closer and then pointed to her stomach. John understood the assignment and kissed her just below the navel. He gave her belly a few kisses, and Sarah inched forward, forcing John to lay down on the bed. She kept going up his body until he kissed her underwear. She moves the panties side to side, teasing John and herself before she lets him taste her. He licks her for a minute or so before she changes position into the 69 positions, and Sarah gets to inspect her catch for the first time.

Michael realized that he wouldn't be able to stand the whole night with his ear pressed against the door. So he is on his knee on the floor, his caged cock aching and oozing precum as he tries to hear and jerk his dick. At first, he only heard Sarah moaning and talking, but now their bed was squeaking, and a much deeper voice sounded talking dirty while Michael presumed they were fucking. For his inner vision, Sarah was riding the man, squeezing her breast with a look of ecstasy on her face. Michael was **** now. He was humping the floor in a vain attempt to extract some more pleasure, the frustration building and then I wasn't fun anymore. Something switched in his head. Jealousy, humiliation, lust, all these powerful feelings mingled in his head. He heard that Sarah and the other man had picked up the temp, the moan wore more frequent, the pounding quickened, and the dirty talk became more **** and then came a climax. Everything stopped. The apartment fell quiet, but Michael was still humping the floor, and then a noise came out of Michael. It was a hissing sound, and he realized, to his horror, what had happened. He heard a "what was that" from the room, it was the man's voice and then he heard footsteps. Michael quickly got up and rushed back to his room.

John caught a glimpse of Michael slipping into his room when he opened the door. He took a step out and felt something wet on the floor, and there was a small puddle of precum where Michael had been sitting. He realized that this must come from the roommate Sarah talked about, and his thought process was interrupted by Sarah.

"Hey, what is it? she asked. John turned to her.

"Well, I think you have a perverted roommate that has been listening to us." He said flatly with a hint of humor. Sarah breathed out. At least he wasn't angry.

"O, well, I'll talk to him tomorrow," she said dismissively. She motioned for him to return to bed with her, so he did. He closed the door, locked it and made his way to her. Once there, they kissed and cuddled, and when he had regained his strength, they started round two.

Michael lay on the bed in the spare bedroom. He was breathing heavily and was mortified. Would the man come knocking? He listened intently for footsteps but heard only murmuring voices and the door close. He could breathe out but didn't dare to leave his room. Still frustrated, he lay there wondering what they were doing now. He tossed and turned with images of Sarah getting the fuck of her life by a man. In his mind, he was watching it from the side. During this time, he fell asleep and dreamt of Sarah and his lust for her.