Richard's knees were still shaking as the sounds of skin on skin and ragged breaths filled his ears coming from the down the hallway. He was conflicted as he put his ear to the bathroom door, his cock still pulsing, red and engorged, between his legs. Part of his mind told him to stop, wondering what boundaries he was crossing within himself listening into Nat and Coop's fucking outside of the bathroom. Another part, from a deeper and automatic primal place in his brain, pushed his ear against the white door frame harder. His pants were still around his ankles. The semen filled towel was still laying on the sink of their master bath accusing him as he fought to ignore it. A million thoughts rushed and crashed into each other as his mind swirled in a mix of confused guilt and want.
Down the hallway, where he had been sitting just minutes ago, the echoes of sex reverberated into his ear, turning it as red as his half-hard cock. Natalie was making no effort to be quiet or to slow down Coop's rapid slapping against her. He could see Coop's thighs slamming into hers in his mind. Her on all fours, looking back over her shoulder and urging him on. He tried not to think about it and pull away, but the drifting music of their lovemaking made it impossible. In his mind's eye she was bent over the couch, the wet panties around one ankle as Coop drilled into her from the open living room.
Rich finally tore his ear from the door and pulled up his pants, trying to stuff his cock into his boxers as he did so. They were still a wet and ruined mess of the cum that didn't make the towel and all of the wet hunger his cock had fed into the material while Nat had slid her tongue into his mouth. His heart was beating out of his chest. Should he let them finish? Should be just leave? Shit. There was no way out but back past the living room they were currently tearing apart with continuing wet slaps of flesh. His hand twisted the door handle as his mind screamed at him to stop. He couldn't.
"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." Nat's voice raised into a high pitched coo as the teeth gritted in Richard's mouth. Each utterance of "me" in her desperate cries was a little higher, a little louder, than the last. Guilt overcame him as his hand rested on the door handle. Did Coop know? She said he knew. She said he was OK with it. Perhaps the fog of sex was clouding his brain just as much, finding his wife flushed and wet as he left the shower to find her waiting on the couch. But Coop had never walked toward the bedroom to change, had he meant to walk out in just a towel and find them? Minutes or moments had passed, Richard couldn't tell. All he knew was that it had been long enough to rob him of the post-orgasmic sense he held and the curiosity about the copulation so close to him, between people so close to him, was pushing his hand to turn the door knob slowly. The handle came to the end of its twist, and the door swung open slightly as Richard stifled a gasp. The sound and smell of the living room hit him like a wall as the door swung free. He only barely managed to grab it again before it hit the wall, feet urging him forward. Richard reasoned with himself that he could manage a "whoops" once he reached the living room and quickly escape, but he had to see them, needed to see them. The pounding in his chest tapped out the rhythm of both his nerves and anticipation. He felt an urgency to not miss at least a peek before those sounds coming from the living room subsided. Rich caught another breath in his throat when as he peeked around the corner. He could see the long, slender arm of Natalie from around the corner, laid out with palm up, her fingers curling. It would disappear as she grabbed at her lover, and then flop back outward in between every moan or hissed swear. He shut the bathroom door as quietly as he could and inched closer. Just a little farther and he would see her body laying across the couch. Coop must be on top of her. The cream of her skin laced with a thin layer of sweat twirling in his mind pushed his feet down the hallway.
Time lost all meaning as Richard's heat beat through his chest and into the wall he slid down it toward the living room. He muttered under his breath, seeing sparks at the edge of his vision as he almost knocked a picture frame off of the wall. He felt new wetness, down his leg, as his cock stirred and strained in his pants. He neared where he could see them, struggling not to breathe. He could see an elbow, Natalie's, thrust outward with an arm wrapped around a shoulder thrusting in and out of his view. Her hair shook and spread across the top of the couch, highlighting the edges of her topless body. He could imagine the nipples beneath rigid and poking hard into the air as they had against the side of his cheek.
"Yes, yes, cum baby, cum baby, cum!" Natalie's voice made Richard freeze and wish he could meld into the wall. He hadn't noticed Coop's needy breaths, but now his ascending grunts and moans splashed across his face and down into his wet pants. It was strange, hearing another man make those sounds near him. Not since random hotel stays had he heard the muffled groans of pleasure from his own sex.
From high moans down to low and primal roars, a mix of "ahh's" and "ohhs" echoed through the hallway as he listened to Coop climax into Natalie. He couldn't move. The sounds of their sighs and the slight massaging movement of hands and legs dragging across skin mingled and matched as they came down from their moment of bliss.
Should he flee? Run back to the bathroom? Shit. Shit. Shit. Richard's mind spun with excuses and narratives he had never been prepared to give as he rifled through his options while pressed up against the wall.
"Whoooo!" He heard Coop exclaim mixed with Natalie's giggles. Then the sound of wet lips, and fabric being swept off the floor. Fuck. It was too late. He heard a rustle of the towel and then feet headed his way. Richard scrambled to head back to the bathroom and then spun back again as he realized he would never make it. He feigned coming out of the bedroom unaware in a most unconvincing display as his eyes met Coop's.
Coop didn't slow down as they saw each other, brandishing the grin of a satisfied dick. Richard found himself trying to stifle a laugh and start one of his many excuses which resulted only mumbling nonsense.
"Hey man," Coop slapped Rich on the shoulder and winked at him as he passed him in only the towel and headed toward the bedroom. Richard stood in shock as he strode past and shut the bedroom door. He waited in silence, wondering what to do and waiting, giving time for Natalie to compose himself before making the brisk walk of shame past her and out their front door with as little conversation as possible. He took one more breath and then took a step toward the living room.
"Shit. Shit Shit." He swore to himself. The towel. He had forgotten the towel laying on the bathroom sink, covered in every nasty thought he held for the woman Coop had just been inside. His mind swirled again as he waited for Coop to come stomping out of the bedroom, but soon heard the shower starting up as if nothing was amiss. Richard waited a moment longer, prepared his best blank face, and then strode into the living room with mimicking a confidence that he did not posses.
His eyes went wide when they fell on Natalie. Hers, locked him tight within them, lips parted and still full of want. She had not dressed, and still laid naked half-across the couch in the same posture and relaxation of post-coital bliss. Richard's eyes broke first, wandering over her body, the rise and fall of her chest, the hard nubs of on top of her freckled breasts rising and falling with breath not quite caught up. He skin glistened with the sweat, his and hers, all the way down her long legs and twisting into the tangled wet curls between her legs. He tried to tear himself away, even as he saw the creamy wet trails down her thighs and followed them back up over her swaying breasts and up to her parted lips. Her right arm, back in the outstretched position he had watched it making down the hallway, turned up toward him with a hand pointing out a single finger and then curling inward in a coax.
