John adjusted the focus on his telescope, his fingers trembling slightly as he peered through the lens. The city lights blurred into a sea of glowing dots, but he wasn’t interested in the sky tonight. No, tonight he had something else in mind—something wicked. His condo was perched high enough that he could see directly into the windows of the building across the street. He’d never done this before, spying on strangers, but the idea had taken hold of him like a fever. He scanned the windows methodically, passing by mundane scenes: a man cooking dinner, a woman folding laundry, a couple arguing over what looked like bills. Nothing interesting. Then, his breath caught.There she was. A blonde. Her hair cascaded down her back in loose waves as she stood near the window, her figure silhouetted against the soft glow of the room. She turned, and John’s heart lurched. No. It can’t be. But it was. Jackie.His Jackie. Well, not his anymore. Not technically. They were on a break—her idea, not his. Two weeks to “figure things out.” He hadn’t expected her to start figuring things out with someone else so soon.She was laughing now, tossing her head back in that way she always did when she was genuinely amused. John’s stomach twisted as a man stepped into view. Tall, muscular, with that cocky grin John knew all too well. Danny. His fucking teammate.John’s jaw tightened as Danny leaned in, cupping Jackie’s face with one hand. She tilted her head up, meeting his lips in a kiss that started slow but quickly deepened. John could see the desperation in the way her hands clawed at Danny’s shirt, pulling it off in one swift motion. Her fingers traced the lines of his abs, and Danny smirked, clearly enjoying every second of it.“Fuck,” John muttered under his breath, his grip tightening on the telescope. He should stop watching. He should. But he couldn’t look away.Jackie’s dress hit the floor next, pooling around her ankles as she stood there in nothing but a black lace bra and matching panties. Danny’s eyes raked over her body, and John felt a pang of jealousy mixed with something darker—something he didn’t want to admit to himself. His girlfriend…no, ex-girlfriend…was breathtaking. He’d always thought so. But seeing her like this, through the lens of his telescope, felt like a violation. A delicious, torturous violation.Danny’s hands gripped her hips, pulling her close as he kissed her again, harder this time. Jackie moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his hair. John watched, transfixed, as Danny’s hands moved lower, sliding her panties down her thighs. Jackie stepped out of them, kicking them aside without breaking the kiss.“Jesus,” John whispered, feeling his own body react despite the sickening twist in his gut. He was hard, achingly so, and he hated himself for it. This was wrong. So wrong. But he couldn’t stop.Danny lifted Jackie effortlessly, carrying her to the couch where he laid her down gently. His lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of kisses that made Jackie arch her back in pleasure. John could almost hear her whimpers, could almost feel the heat radiating from their bodies as they moved together.Danny positioned himself between her legs, teasing her with slow, deliberate strokes. Jackie’s hands gripped the cushions, her mouth forming words John couldn’t read. But he didn’t need to. He knew what she was saying. More. Please.And then Danny pushed inside her, his movements smooth and confident. Jackie’s head fell back, her lips parting in a silent scream of pleasure. John’s breath hitched as he watched them move together—Danny’s hips thrusting steadily while Jackie writhed beneath him, her nails digging into his back.The rhythm built slowly, each thrust more intense than the last. John could see the sweat glistening on Danny’s skin, could see the way Jackie’s body trembled with every movement. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper, and Danny groaned, his pace quickening.Jackie’s hands found his face, pulling him down for another searing kiss. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, two people consumed by passion. John felt like an intruder, a voyeur witnessing something private and sacred. But still, he watched. He had to watch.Danny shifted positions, lifting Jackie’s leg over his shoulder as he drove into her with renewed intensity. Jackie screamed—John could almost hear it this time—her body convulsing as she came undone. Danny followed moments later, his muscles tensing as he spilled himself inside her.They collapsed onto the couch, chests heaving, limbs tangled together. John’s gaze lingered on the scene, his mind racing. This wasn’t just a one-time thing. He could tell by the way they moved, the way they touched each other. This was something more. Something dangerous.And then, as if sensing his presence, Jackie turned toward the window. For a brief moment, their eyes met through the lens of his telescope. John froze, his blood running cold. Did she know? Could she see him?But then she smiled—a small, secret smile—before turning back to Danny, wrapping her arms around him as they settled into each other. John exhaled sharply, his heart pounding in his chest. He sat back, running a hand through his hair. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. And deep down, he knew one thing for certain: he’d be watching again tomorrow night.

John spies on his ex-girlfriend, Jackie, through a telescope and watches her have passionate sex with his teammate, Danny. He feels a mix of jealousy and fascination as he becomes increasingly obsessed, unable to look away despite the pain it causes him. The chapter ends with John deciding he will continue to watch them, hinting at darker intentions.

John adjusted the focus on his telescope, his fingers trembling slightly as he peered through the lens. The city lights blurred into a sea of glowing dots, but he wasn’t interested in the sky tonight. No, tonight he had something else in mind—something *wicked*. His condo was perched high enough that he could see directly into the windows of the building across the street. He’d never done this before, spying on strangers, but the idea had taken hold of him like a fever. 

He scanned the windows methodically, passing by mundane scenes: a man cooking dinner, a woman folding laundry, a couple arguing over what looked like bills. Nothing interesting. Then, his breath caught.

There she was. __A blonde__. Her hair cascaded down her back in loose waves as she stood near the window, her figure silhouetted against the soft glow of the room. She turned, and John’s heart lurched. *No. It can’t be.* But it was. __Jackie.__

His Jackie. Well, not *his* anymore. Not technically. They were on a break—her idea, not his. Two weeks to “figure things out.” He hadn’t expected her to start figuring things out with someone else so soon.

She was laughing now, tossing her head back in that way she always did when she was genuinely amused. John’s stomach twisted as a man stepped into view. Tall, muscular, with that cocky grin John knew all too well. __Danny.__ His fucking teammate.

John’s jaw tightened as Danny leaned in, cupping Jackie’s face with one hand. She tilted her head up, meeting his lips in a kiss that started slow but quickly deepened. John could see the desperation in the way her hands clawed at Danny’s shirt, pulling it off in one swift motion. Her fingers traced the lines of his abs, and Danny smirked, clearly enjoying every second of it.

“Fuck,” John muttered under his breath, his grip tightening on the telescope. He should stop watching. He *should.* But he couldn’t look away.

Jackie’s dress hit the floor next, pooling around her ankles as she stood there in nothing but a black lace bra and matching panties. Danny’s eyes raked over her body, and John felt a pang of jealousy mixed with something darker—something he didn’t want to admit to himself. His girlfriend…no, *ex*-girlfriend…was breathtaking. He’d always thought so. But seeing her like this, through the lens of his telescope, felt like a violation. A delicious, torturous violation.

Danny’s hands gripped her hips, pulling her close as he kissed her again, harder this time. Jackie moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his hair. John watched, transfixed, as Danny’s hands moved lower, sliding her panties down her thighs. Jackie stepped out of them, kicking them aside without breaking the kiss.

“Jesus,” John whispered, feeling his own body react despite the sickening twist in his gut. He was hard, achingly so, and he hated himself for it. This was wrong. So wrong. But he couldn’t stop.

Danny lifted Jackie effortlessly, carrying her to the couch where he laid her down gently. His lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of kisses that made Jackie arch her back in pleasure. John could almost hear her whimpers, could almost feel the heat radiating from their bodies as they moved together.

Danny positioned himself between her legs, teasing her with slow, deliberate strokes. Jackie’s hands gripped the cushions, her mouth forming words John couldn’t read. But he didn’t need to. He knew what she was saying. *More. Please.*

And then Danny pushed inside her, his movements smooth and confident. Jackie’s head fell back, her lips parting in a silent scream of pleasure. John’s breath hitched as he watched them move together—Danny’s hips thrusting steadily while Jackie writhed beneath him, her nails digging into his back.

The rhythm built slowly, each thrust more intense than the last. John could see the sweat glistening on Danny’s skin, could see the way Jackie’s body trembled with every movement. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper, and Danny groaned, his pace quickening.

Jackie’s hands found his face, pulling him down for another searing kiss. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, two people consumed by passion. John felt like an intruder, a voyeur witnessing something private and sacred. But still, he watched. He *had* to watch.

Danny shifted positions, lifting Jackie’s leg over his shoulder as he drove into her with renewed intensity. Jackie screamed—John could almost hear it this time—her body convulsing as she came undone. Danny followed moments later, his muscles tensing as he spilled himself inside her.

They collapsed onto the couch, chests heaving, limbs tangled together. John’s gaze lingered on the scene, his mind racing. This wasn’t just a one-time thing. He could tell by the way they moved, the way they touched each other. This was something more. Something dangerous.

And then, as if sensing his presence, Jackie turned toward the window. For a brief moment, their eyes met through the lens of his telescope. John froze, his blood running cold. Did she know? Could she see him?

But then she smiled—a small, secret smile—before turning back to Danny, wrapping her arms around him as they settled into each other. John exhaled sharply, his heart pounding in his chest. 

He sat back, running a hand through his hair. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. And deep down, he knew one thing for certain: he’d be watching again tomorrow night.

John and Jackie are taking a two week break from their relationship. One night, John - who is an avid amateur astronomer - is watching the stars through the telescope in his condo, get's a wicked idea to spy on the people in the building across the street. After a few uninteresting scenes, he watches one condo where an attractive couple is making out and undressing each other. John watches as the guy begins to fuck the blonde girl and she's really enjoying it. As the couple fucks in different positions, and John watches, he suddenly realizes that it's his volleyball teammate Danny who is fucking John's girlfriend Jackie on Danny's couch. John watches from his telescope for the next several nights as Jackie keeps visiting Danny for sex.

Watching My Cheating Girlfriend Get Fucked by My Teammate

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