Reaching the very back of the restaurant, I stopped just outside what must have been the kitchen. From underneath the double doors, light poured out along with the unmistakable sounds of passion that made my body burn with jealousy.
How long had it been since someone made me sound as good as that? My jaw clenched in frustration, so I reached out and grabbed one of the kitchen doors, slowly pulling it ajar and creating a slit I could see through.
Peering through the gap, my lone eye searched around only for a moment before I found the source of the bestial moans and grunts.
Three people were responsible, and in an instant, I recognized two of them: Meg and her best friend, Patty. Both were covered in a glistening layer of sweat and naked except for their undergarments, which looked more like lingerie, with lace and thin strings that accentuated more than they concealed.
For a brief second, I remembered when I used to wear things like that—spending daddy's money on the latest pieces before going that night and spreading my legs for any good-looking and willing guy to buy me enough jello shots to make the room spin.
But I had given up that life to raise a family, one that had never been grateful for my sacrifice. Now Meg was living my glory days while I was stuck every day in the kitchen, with a fat, lazy bastard of a husband. But not only was Meg reliving my best times, she was exceeding them, as I had never managed to stumble across a true 10 out of 10.
I felt my entire reproductive system jump start as the man I had dreamed about for weeks emerged from between Meg's legs, licking his full lips as he just finished making her finish with his tongue and lips alone.
"Ramon," I whispered his name breathlessly as I squatted by the door, and my hand found its way to the front of my pants.
He was tall and muscular with the slim waist, washboard abs, and broad shoulders described in every single dark romance book. With still dark blue eyes and a long mane of dark curls that I craved to run my fingers through.
And then my eyes trailed down below his hips and turned into saucers. While I had seen it in the countless photos Meg had sent me, I expected it to look smaller in person, not bigger.
'He's not even at full mast,' I chew my lip as I stare at the third leg dangling from Ramon's crotch, accompanied by an equally impressive set of balls that look like they belong on a prize breeding bull, 'How is anyone supposed to handle that?'
As if she had been waiting to prove me wrong, Patty suddenly moved in to kneel between Ramon's legs, her eyes solely fixated on his flaccid cock.
With wide eyes, I watched as Patty leaned forward and opened her mouth, letting her tongue hang out, which was coated with her saliva, 'There's no way she actually plans to-'
With one single gulp, I watched as over eight inches disappeared down Patty's throat.
I watched, stunned and in awe, as the shy, nerdy, glasses-wearing redhead I had expected to be a good influence on Meg demonstrated skills that even a pro would be impressed by.
Using her hands and mouth, Patty coated Ramon's cock with her spit, lubricating the massive shaft that started to swell with excitement, growing even longer and thicker to my shock.
Even more shocking was how Patty never wavered once, instead taking Ramon's growing inches with enthusiasm as she forced her head down his cock all the way to the very base, where her tongue somehow managed to sneak past the nonexistent gap between her lips and Ramon's cock to tease his balls.
Understandably, Ramon's legs started to buckle, and his hand came down to entangle in Patty's fiery curls, holding her down as he grunted and his hips jumped.
It took me a moment to realize what was happening, but then I watched Patty's throat bob up and down as she swallowed over and over. But despite her best efforts, it seemed like the deluge was too much as Patty tapped on Ramon's thigh, who quickly pulled away his hand.
With an audible gurgling gag, Patty pulled herself off of Ramon's cock as a heavy mixture of spit and his cum bubbled out to cover her lips and mouth.
All the while, Ramon's cock continued to splurt and jerk, dousing Patty's chest in his thick white ropes that looked like strands of jelly.
"Oh, my god, that's a big one," Meg giggled as she sat up and looked down at her frost friend, "I'm almost tempted to lick it off you. Though before I do that..."
Meg trailed off as she reached down into the pile of clothes she had left on the floor, "Let me get a picture first."
Meg sat back up, having retrieved her phone, and took a picture of Patty, who resembled a glazed pastry. There was a camera flash, and Meg giggled as she started to type on her phone, "She's going to hate this, you know she always thought you would keep me on the straight and narrow, now look at you. On your knees and covered in man spunk!"
"Gosh, you don't have to be so crude about it," Patty muttered as she started cleaning her glasses, "Besides, it's not like you're any better."
I was so distracted by the girl's casual banter that I didn't realize what Meg had been referring to until my phone let out an audible ping in my pocket.
At once, three sets of eyes turned to stare directly at me, and my entire body froze as pure terror lanced through my body.
Meg's eyes narrowed before a broad grin spread across her face. "I knew you wouldn't be able to keep away for long. Did you enjoy the show?"
With a quick gasp, I turned around and ran for the front door, nearly crashing into several tables on my way out.
Throwing open the front door, I flew down the street and jumped into my car, starting it up and pulling out into the street in a matter of seconds.
As I blurred past the restaurant, my phone continued to blow up, no doubt with countless taunting messages, and just thinking about them made my entire body flush with embarrassment.
Even after pulling into the driveway and killing the headlights, I was still in a state of shock, and after turning off the engine, I just sat in the car, staring into space.
I forced myself to take a deep series of breaths as I tried to calm and convince myself that everything was going to be alright.
'How the hell is everything going to be alright? I got caught peeping on my daughter like some pervert?!'
Gripping the steering wheel, I fought the urge to scream and cry in frustration and instead forced myself out of the car before someone inside happened to catch me in the middle of a meltdown.
Walking up to the front door, I unlocked it and peered inside, thankful to find a dark living room. Slipping inside, I quietly closed the door behind me and took off my shoes before sneaking my way over to the stairs.
But before I could even make it to the first step, a light suddenly switched on, flooding the room with light.
"Out for a late night drive, Lois?"
I looked over and found Brian sitting in the lounge chair in the corner with a suspicious gaze and narrowed eyes.
"B-brian! W-what are you doing up this late?!" I stammered instantly, sounding as guilty as I felt.
"I could ask you the same thing," Brian muttered before he sniffed the air, "Though I don't know what you could have possibly done this late at night to have you sweating so much."
My heart dropped, but I tried to keep a straight face, "I-I went for a run in the park...I-I've been gaining some weight and I don't have time during the day with all the house chores and grocery shopping."
"You went for a run...at the park...at eleven at night?" Brian repeated, clearly not buying my excuse.
"Y-yes, and I would really like it if I could go take a shower, if that's okay with you!" I muttered angrily, hoping that I could get Brian to back off.
"I'm not stopping you from doing anything, just wanted to know where you've been," Brian replied as he pushed himself out of the chair and dropped to the floor. "I just wanted to make sure you're alright, you've been acting strange ever since Meg left."
"Well, I'm just worried about her, that's all," I replied as I nervously rubbed my arm and looked around.
"Of course, there's no other reason why you would be acting this way," Brian replied sarcastically as he stormed off into the sunroom leaving me in the living room contemplating every choice I had made that night.