He watched as the two lovers embrace after their act. He was jealous of them, enjoying every inch of pleasure they get. Jealous of their bodies, their connection, their intamacy. He could feel himself harden at the sight of the young man lowering himself onto his wife. Oh, my wife. He wished he could give her the pleasure she desires, and yet, as she writhed in pleasure, he couldn't help but smile. At least I know something she doesn't. He closes the door, and turns to the blonde standing next to him. He presses a finger to her lips, feeling his way down. A gasp from behind turns him around. She is there...
Thanks to Panserbjørne for this week's Flash Fiction Friday!
I sense a theme of infidelity this week. But well-executed here. Thanks for playing along this week and welcome to the group! Hope we'll see more from you in future.
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Yay! About time you played Flash Fiction Friday. Heheh Lovely post.
ReplyDeleteWell, I was inspired by this week's photo, so I thought 'why not?' Thanks guys!
ReplyDeleteGreat story!! Welcome :)
ReplyDeleteIf there's going to be someone left out, it's only fair that he gets his own friend, only out of shot. Equitable.
ReplyDeleteOh yes ... two watchers ... nice !
ReplyDeleteWelcome aboard! Happy FFF.
ReplyDeletegreat FFF and yes joined together, will have a read over your blog in a min x
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