“There’s room.”
Those two words will always be synonymous with some sexy voyeuristic shenanigans in my brain now. I’ve been good friends with a married couple for over 20 years, from well before they were married and we were all in college. The guy was my best friend for decades and my college roommate. The gal was his college girlfriend and now counts as one of my best friends as well. When we were roommates we maintained a very casual atmosphere with regards to clothes in our apartment, and often hung out in our underwear or even less. This is a fun custom that we maintained over the years, even if I’m visiting their place to have a beer or two for a couple of hours; usually we’ll end up at least pantsless in our underwear. Sometimes we’d wear even less. Of course with the mixture of alcohol, nudity, and hormones I’ve witnessed my share of sexy activities between the two of them. They deny being exhibitionists and jokingly accuse me of being a voyeur, but when they fuck on the couch next to me what can a guy do but watch?