<strong>Mike watches Beth and Sean near the [Boathouse] from the [Kitchen] with Katy</strong><br/><br/>“Well nevermind,” Mike said, coffee in hand. “It looks like they’re headed to the dock. I wonder what they’re up to?” Mike took a closer look at Beth, as was his wont.<em>My God that woman is flying marvelous colors,</em>he said to himself in sailor’s parlance.<br/><br/>When it finally came into his mind what was about to happen, he was immediately aroused. It felt almost embarrassing to be so in front of Katy; he wondered if she could tell…if she could see it. Mike took a sip of his strong black coffee, but he didn’t taste anything. It may as well have just been hot water in a mug. Mike’s senses were focused elsewhere. He wasn’t supposed to watch, but he couldn’t look away.<br/><br/>The door of the boathouse was a barrier he didn’t want. Beth was going to open it, Sean would follow her. They would slip inside and close the door, and Mike would be robbed of his arousal. He couldn’t believe what this scene was doing to him. With all his experience with women, he had never been a voyeur, and had no idea it would course through him like erotic flame. As he took another sip of his coffee he imagined Sean’s touch on Beth’s body, roaming her flesh with his hands and mouth, disrobing her as if he were unwrapping a present on Christmas morning. Mike was hard and throbbing in his sorts from the fantasy. For the first time in years he found himself actually craving sex. Voyeurism had struck an erotic chord in him he didn’t even knew he had, and it made him wonder what else had been missing from his sex life all these years.<br/><br/>He turned to look at Katy, wondering if she had noticed Beth and Sean; if she had noticed how hard it had made Mike to watch them, to infer what they might be about to do. It was possibly the most erotic moment Mike had had in his whole life.