As the rain pelted against the windows, Jack sat in the dark living room, sipping on a whiskey. He tried to ignore the sound of his wife, Ava, moaning from the bedroom. She had asked him earlier to join in, but he couldn’t bring himself to watch her with another man. But he couldn't help but wonder what they were doing.
His thoughts were interrupted as Ava walked into the living room, clad only in one of his shirts. She looked at him, her eyes dark with lust and a smirk on her lips. “You should have come in earlier, Jack. You missed all the fun," she said, walking over to him and pouring herself a drink.
Jack couldn't believe his wife's audacity. "You know that's not my thing, Ava," he growled, taking a sip of his drink.
Ava sat on the armrest of the couch, crossing her legs and sizing Jack up. "But you were watching, weren't you?" she asked. "I could see the light from the living room under the door."
Jack was taken aback. How did she know he was watching?
"You should have joined in, Jack. It's not like we were doing anything you haven't seen before," Ava said, leaning in and pressing herself against him.