Back to the apartment

It took Sarah and Callum twenty minutes or so to finally come out of the room, clearly Callum wasn't a morning guy. Sarah was wearing his button up shirt from last night leaving Callum shirtless. He told me to book an uber home for us all and then followed Sarah off into the bathroom.

I didn't like being ordered around like that, but did it anyways. The sooner we got home the sooner Callum got his stuff and left, leaving me alone with Sarah finally. With the two done fleshing up we left the club through a back exit and were on our way home.

I assumed Callum would take the front seat but instead he took a seat in the back before I had a chance. Not wanting to push past him to sit next to Sarah in the middle, I reluctantly too the front spot. The driver was a very chatty guy, going on and on about his 2 divorces and his current wife. I didn't mind the conversation, but it did distract me from hearing what was happening in the back seats.

Callum had his hand stretched out, probably resting on Sarah's thighs. They talked in soft murmers that I couldn't make out over the sound of our chatty driver, but I could definetly hear Sarag giggle occasionally. Threw the rear view mirror I couldn't be sure but it looked like her legs were opening wider. And as the driver droned on, my mind started convincing me it could hear the faint wet shlicks and soft moans that were reminiscent of last night.

The car stopped, jolting me out of my heads space as I realised we'd arrived. I got out without even thanking the driver, taking deep breaths of the cool morning air to calm myself. My imagination had been running wild lately, and I didn't want to loose my cool right outside our place.

"You alright Liam?" Sarah asked as she stepped out of the car.

"Y-yeah, yeah." I said, brushing myself off. "Just need a shower."

She smiled and took my hand as we headed back into our place. Walking through the doors and seeing the unpacked boxes and half built furniture, it hit me all at once. I hadn't been able to apreciate it yesterday before Callum had showed up, but this was our place. It was our home where would would start our life together!

"Do you mind cooking some breakfast for our guest Liam?" Sarah let go of my hand and walked over to Callum. Standing with her back to me, she began unbuttoning the shirt.

Watching her stip out of her shirt shouldn't have suprised me by this point, but it still left me speechless. She draped it low, exposing herself to Callum but looked over her shoulder back at me. Her eye studied me, watching and waiting for what my reaction would be.

"I'll wash our clothes while you get that started." Her voice was steady but I could see in her eye that she was nervious.

I had told her last night has been fun and she was clearly running with it. This wasn't quite what I'd meant, but her gaze was so longing I couldn't disappoint it.

"Sure thing." I said, an octave higher than I'd wanted. It wasn't anything he hadn't already seen, and I couldn't deny the casual way she was undressing was making my heart beat faster.

She let her shirt fall and without hesitation dropped to her knees in front of Callum. Methodically she unclasped his button, unzipped the pants and slowly pulled them down. Her fingers were grasping both the jeans and the underwear beneath them, stripping the man of all his clothes in the center of our apartment.

I watched as his hard dick springed out if his pants, hanging right infront of Sarah's face as she lowered his pants down. I knew I should have pushed back and stopped things there, bit I had just implicitly givin Sarah permission to push things. It would be hypocritical to shut it down now, after all she'd already seen his cock before.

"Sorry about the morning wood." Callum said in his least apologetic voice, as he began casually streaking himself. "Ginger tits just has that affect on us guys, right?"

"Ahh, haha yeah." I said nervously. "I'll just umm, go get something to eat."

"One more request." Callum said, increasing the speed he was jerking his cock at. "Since I made your girl cum last night, its only fair she make me cum as well right? These balls need to be emptied multiple times a day."

He moving his cock around, lightly slapping Sarah in the face with his hanging balls. She seemed mesmerised with it, watching his every stroak as her eyes began to glaze over. She always looked beautiful, but now she just exuded a raw sexual energy that was infectious.

I should have drawn a line, set some boundary to this twisted game we were all playing but a part of me just couldn't. I mean she'd already had her mouth and hand over it last night, if she just used her hands to finish him would that be going much further?

"Y-yeah, no problem. Just with her ha-hands like you did t-though." I stuttered out as if I was just letting him borrow a book or something.

I turned away before I could see Sarah start stroaking him, I don't think my heart or my hard on could take that at this moment. Just before I looked away I got one more glimpse at Sarah but couldn't quite pin down her expression.

She was happy to be sure, clearly overcome with an unbridled lust and passion. But behind that was something else. Disappointment? No. Suprise? Maybe. She'd been the one pushing things forward here, but it almost seemed like she didn't think I was going to allow it.

I was probably just over thinking things, my mind was running a hundred miles a minute and a deep well of anxious pressure pitted in my stomach. I needed to focus on something else before I burst and that something would have to be breakfast.