Jim walked into the house, placing his helmet and elbow pads on the coffee table in the living room. He felt a bit childish wearing the protective gear, but all it took was one hard fall and a gross looking scar on his right arm to convince him that they were necessary. He'd been riding his bike to and from work for a couple weeks now, trying to be more health conscious and environmentally positive, and it was honestly one of the best decision he'd made in a long time.

His blood was still pumping from the late night ride as he walked through the house. He normally made it home earlier, in time to sit down to dinner with Pam and Dwight, but he missed his morning ride due to the rain and wanted to make it up after work with some free riding.

He passed the horrifying clown painting on his way to the bedroom and shuddered. I need to find a way to remove that, he thought. He made it to the end of the hall, but paused with his hand on the bedroom door. It was ajar; he heard the rustling of sheets and soft whimpers and groans. He pushed the door open further and saw Pam and Dwight, lit only by the muted tv, slowly fucking on the bed.

Jim stood there, shocked. How long has this been going on?, he wondered.

Jim, Pam, and Dwight had an unorthodox relationship. The three of them weren't really an item, it was more like Jim was dating Pam and also dating Dwight. It had started when Jim had stepped out on Pam while they were dating. Jim had gone to comfort Dwight after Michael had yelled at him for some stupid thing he'd done. Jim had gently coaxed Dwight down from his hysterical state with kind words and soothing gestures, gestures that soon became intimate as Dwight's submissive side showed up at receiving praise from his superior. Dwight would never admit it out loud, but Jim, who was officially Michael's number 2, was his superior as Dwight wasn't even assistant manager yet.

Pam hadn't been that upset about the transition. She was actually glad to know a Dwight that wasn't such an obnoxious pain all the time; her relationship with him hadn't been this cordial since he got that concussion a while back. She also enjoyed the addition to her and Jim's sex life.

Jim had seen a whole new side of her when Dwight agreed to date him. He almost came immediately the first time Pam walked in on Jim and Dwight in bed together. Pam had made eye contact with him the whole time as she entered the room and removed her clothes. She had pulled the desk chair in their bedroom until it was right in front of the bed. Jim had been afraid that once she saw what this new relationship with Dwight meant, she'd be angry or hurt. But she wasn't. She had sat on the chair and spread her legs, watching them the whole time and rubbing her clit until she couldn't keep her eyes open and her groans of pleasure joined theirs.

But that's all it had ever been, voyeurism. Dwight watching Pam and Jim fuck, and Pam watching Jim and Dwight. Yet here they were, together. The sheets half way down Dwight's back as he slowly pumped into Pam. His head was buried in the small of her neck so all Jim saw was the back of his head. Jim could hear his groans, though, as well as the whimpers Pam made with Dwight pulled out slightly and then the sharp in-take of breath when he pushed back in.

Jim wasn't sure what to feel. They had never properly discussed the parameters of their relationship, they had just kind of accepted each other. Is this against the rules? He stood there a minute longer.

"Oh!" Pam exclaimed. Dwight's movements were becoming uncoordinated as he began grunting repeatedly.

"Uh, uh, uh. Fuck! Uh."

Yes. Jim thought to himself. He walked back through the house to the kitchen. How dare they pleasure each other? That is my job. If they were horny, they should have waited on the bed for me to get home and fuck them how I pleased.

He got a glass of water and sat at the kitchen table. He heard Pam climax and moan Dwight's name loudly. He didn't hear Dwight's low groans as he pumped a few more times inside of Pam and came. Jim gripped the cup of water tightly and thought, that is only the beginning. You both will be coming several more times tonight, or at least I will.