The scene made me lose my resolve to remain indifferent. Reaching my fingers down into my trousers, I began slowly rubbing my aching clit.

Jide’s focus was intense; his need to pleasure her almost wild. When he finally came up, I expected him to be mad with need, but he took his time running his dick over her glistening folds before entering. Even then, he gently stretched her with slow thrusts as if he was afraid he might break her. The incredible pleasure of this action was evident on his face, and her gaze was locked upon him.

His hips swiveled when he bent forward to bite at her pink nipple. Loud moans filled the room, punctuated by every thrust. I circled my clit in time to their cries.

The sounds of their love became a soundtrack carved in my memory like the grooves of a record. I imagined it was me he fell upon as he crushed her into the mattress. I yearned for her sweet lips to demand reciprocation from mine the way they did to his.

Without warning, he lifted her tiny body, sliding her further onto the mattress and flipping her. The movement offered me a perfect view of her swollen pussy lips and pierced clit hood.

A silver jewellery glittered in the sunlight as his arm braced against her upper leg and his dick slid balls deep inside her. Their hands twisted above her head. With her other hand, she clutched the arm that held her spread for him.

The air practically sizzled as they locked focus on each other, fighting against the waves of pleasure and the natural urge to let their eyes close as they savoured the sensations.

I, myself, couldn’t tear my gaze away. My body had slipped down the wall I braced. I had moved beyond just circling my clit. I was now furiously dipping my fingers in and out of my pussy. The smell of sex was heavy in the hallway, but I didn’t care. My free hand squeezed my breast over my work shirt.

I nearly cried in frustration when Amaka climaxed. Jide’s fist became tangled in her hair and his dick buried inside of her. There was another passionate kiss.

Then, Jide turned her further and began thrusting madly. Certain he would cum quickly, and my show would end, I whimpered. To my surprise, he released her, and Amaka climbed above him. She began grinding and thrusting with all her might as his hands played across her body. Finally, they settled on her hips, and his thick fingers gripped her ass, urging her body to adapt to the rhythm he required.

"Yes, baby," he murmured, looking into her face.

I was so close to cumming I could barely sense anything else. I needed a release. Jide rolled, pinned Amaka beneath him and began pounding her so desperately that his balls slapped against her glistening slit. It was dominant yet not demanding. It was raw, sexual, and so visually overwhelming that I finally came.

There was an intense increase in the rhythm of their slapping hips. Amaka moaned, and Jide echoed her with a cry that was gloriously animalistic. I envied Amaka the intense fuck session she must regularly enjoy with this sex god. I envied Wunmi that she knew of their meetings. Thinking about what had gone on here would fuel my fantasies for quite a while.

As the couple cuddled on the bed, lost in their post-coital bliss, I considered my next move. Should I say something? Would it draw attention if I closed the door? Was it best to walk away? I was wrapped up in my thoughts that it took a moment to realize Jide was standing next to the open door, covering himself with one of the towels I had brought earlier. Another slung across his shoulder.

"Did you enjoy the show?" he asked. His voice was like melted caramel, creamy and delicious. I could barely pull my wits together to nod.

Amaka slid up to Jide’s side and wrapped her arms around his massive bulge. She was looking down at me with a mix of what seemed to be amusement and excitement. "It took Wunmi forever to stick around and watch us," she murmured. I couldn’t tell if she was talking to him or me.

"Maybe you’d like to join us next time?"

I nodded and smiled.