Turning my head to look, I notice Lincoln's hands slightly dripping, very slick with her juice, him moaning in her mouth, his eyes closed, and hers closed like they're the only two people in the world.
His finger is still sliding inside of me, and Sarah presses the dildo hard up against my cervix, then holds it there, pulsing it right at the edge.
Even though my jealousy is yawning awake, seeing and feeling my ex-husband so turned on sends me over the edge, and I come too.
My legs clench, my whole body contorts as I double over, threatening to just fall forward off of Lincoln and off of this couch, but Lincoln quickly removes his middle finger to grasp on to me with his right arm, seat-belting me back onto him as he maintains his kiss with Sarah.
My eyes close momentarily, only to feel lips on me again, and at first I'm grateful that they're Lincoln's until I realize that they're Sarah's. My tongue moves of its own accord, doing the dance with Sarah's.
My ass continues to wriggle against Lincoln, causing him to moan faster.
"I'm…" He starts to say as his breathing picks up the pace, and I know he's about to go over, to come in his pants, as the movements of my ass start to draw his pleasure out of him.
This is too much for him.
"Oh my God," he moans quicker.
"That's right, baby. You go ahead and come," Sarah's voice is a wilting breeze in the background.
My eyes wide open, not having realized I closed them, only to wake up to utter confusion. It's very quiet, and daylight is seeping through the curtains of the apartment.
What the hell?
Did I black out?
I'm on my right side, curled up on the arm of the couch, and when I sit up yawning, I look to my right and see Lincoln curled up on his right side, propped up by his right elbow. All his clothes are on.
That's good, right?
That means that he probably didn't have sex with Sarah. That's something that I was worried about. Looking closer at him, I notice that his eyes are open, his head perched on his palm.
"Morning," he smiles tiredly at me.
With a yawn, I sit up even straighter. "Where… where is Sarah?" I ask, my mind clearing now.
"She's still sleeping," he replies.
The entire session of our special activities comes careening to the forefront of my sober mind. I stand up, trying to find my leggings and panties since I just now noticed that I'm bottomless, and either Sarah or he had put a blanket around me.
Now that I'm completely awake and my mind has come back, I'm furious.
"You okay?" he asks, still sitting there tiredly like he doesn't have a fucking clue.
"Fantastic," I reply, putting on my leggings after I find them.
"What's wrong?"
"Did you have fun last night?" I ask with venom in my tone as I put one foot in and then the other, falling back on the couch after losing my balance slightly.
"I mean, it was torture," he says with a slight reluctant smirk, as if testing the waters. "I still didn't get to come, by the way," he says, as if that makes this all okay.
I mean, part of it does make me feel good, and I don't know why, but this whole thing with him and Sarah and me being in the middle of it just makes me feel horrible.
"Did you do anything else with Sarah?" I ask, wondering if when I went to sleep, the both of them fucked each other.
Why is he not answering?
I stand now, folding my arms, just looking at him, waiting for an answer.
