I walked into my house, kicked my shoes off and heard a faint giggle coming from upstairs. It wasn’t my girlfriend, Maggie. It was someone else. I paused. TV? FaceTime? And then I heard it again. More giggles. This time, I recognized Maggie’s laugh. What was going on?
I tiptoed upstairs. The closer I got to the bedroom, the more I could hear distinct … shall we say, sounds. Kissing. Licking. Slurping. MOANING. I could hear fingers sloshing around inside of a wet pussy.
I crept towards the door and peaked inside. It’s not peeping if it’s in your own home, right? Inside, I saw Maggie and her best friend, Sasha. Naked. In bed. Crawling all over one another. There was a bevy of toys on the bed. Dildos. Butt plugs. Jars of lube.
“What the –” I whispered.
But they heard it.
The giggles stopped.
I pushed the door open and stepped inside. I looked around. They had been going at it for a while. They were glistening. Breathing heavily. Sasha’s eyes grew wide. In the reflection of the mirror, I could see a diamond shaped butt plug in her asshole. I cocked my head slowly to the side.