Jersey City,
Friday Night, June 2025
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Erik
Erik (29) had just opened his laptop to finish a slide deck when his phone buzzed. They needed to pitch investors next week. His annoyance lessened when he saw it was Stacie.
“Ughhhh.”
Erik had a feeling he knew what this was about.
“No good, huh? How’s our guy doing?”
Stacie (32) and her husband (35) were poly — at least that had been the plan. In practice, Stacie was poly. It didn’t seem to be working out that way for Tom.
“He’s pouting again. I just can’t.”
Erik forced himself to imagine Tom. He’d seen pictures from their last vacation. Maybe Stacie had settled a bit, but Tom was a normal-looking dude. Handsome, even.
And yet here they were.
“Wasn’t this his idea?”
“Yes. Well.” Stacie paused. “We both wanted something new.”
“Where is he now?”
“Sulking. In the kitchen. At the sink, cleaning dishes that are already clean.”
Erik closed his eyes and imagined Tom, scrubbing a pan so hard the sponge might fall apart. He imagined what Stacie had done to him thirty minute prior. He wasn’t a bad guy, but, fuck, life was good.
“Stacie?”
“Yes?”
“Make sure to kiss him goodnight.”
“Omg stopppppp. Goodnight ????.”
** Stacie**
Stacie smiled as she shut down the messaging app. It originally had three guys in it. But it was just Erik now.
In a lot of ways, he was more fragile than Tom. Apart from his recent sulking, Tom was pretty stoic. He was serious. One of many things she’d found attractive about him. Erik? She had to puff him up even after they fucked. My guy, how much validation do you need?
But it was worth it. Last winter, when she first met Erik, all nervous and unsure of herself, Stacie had no more idea what she liked in bed than when she met Tom ten years ago. Three months later she knew exactly what she liked: to shut her brain off and turn into something mindless and lovable. It worked almost unimaginably well with Erik because he just appreciated it. Appreciated her. No matter what she did, when Stacie looked up at his eager, ecstatic face, she felt perfect.
Tom, on the other hand. The sex had been good when they were learning. He was strong and he fucked her with this fevered intensity, like they were doing something deadly important. But they just hit a wall — he seemed to want the same thing all the time, or he couldn’t tell her what else he wanted. It felt suffocating, but she didn’t know how to say that because Stacie thought maybe this was just what the man wanted.
That is, until they were unloading the dishwasher and Tom paused, plate still in his hand, to say, “I think we should try to see other people.”
Well, okay, she thought, wondering shouldn’t we try to figure out was wrong with our sex life before bringing anyone new into it? But maybe it’s just not fixable, she thought, sadly cataloging every sign Tom her given that he stopped being interested.
A month later she had met Erik.
Tom
When he had suggested they see other people, Tom had really meant for him to see other people. It wasn’t that he didn’t think Stacie had the same right to it as he did — it just never occurred to him that she would want to. Cringing at the memory, Tom had told her you’re enough for any guy, it’s my fault, I just want to explore.
Yeah, looking back, it’s fair to say Tom had a few blind spots.
He had started looking even before he told Stacie they should. In fact, he only told Stacie when he had convinced himself that being so secretive was holding him back. Weirdly, he had also convinced himself that being poly might actually be a plus with the mystery woman he was after — a sign that he was modern, not hung up, ready to indulge her hidden kinks.
Tom could spot the irony. He hadn’t been able to pick up on his wife’s kinks, whatever they were, and now she was out with Erik doing God know’s what. When he heard her keys in the door a minute later, having been gone the past three hours, Tom pulled his pants up, put his phone in his pocket, and went to the sink and started scrubbing the pan he’d used to cook them dinner.
She wasn’t wearing anything fancy — just an athleisure shirt from the gym and a pair of shorts that showed off his very favorite thing about her body. She looked fucking perfect, and Tom him felt himself twitch as she came up behind him, putting an arm around his waist.
“You okay?”
Not nearly as okay as you, Tom thought, his mind suddenly filled with disjointed images of her whatever it was she did with Erik that was so much better than sex with him.
“fine. Why wouldn’t I be fine?”
He wanted to be neutral about what was happening, but his voice was sharper than he intended, the bitterness coming through.
“You wanna?”
Tom did, almost desperately. But like this? When it felt like charity after she had the sec she really wanted? Not in this lifetime.
“Just go to sleep. I’ll finish cleaning up.”
Tom felt like the best martyr in the world. It wasn’t much, but it was something.
Wednesday afternoon
Erik
Five days. That was all it took for Erik to not just want to see Stacie again, but to crave it.
“When can you come again?”
In wasn’t always like this. At 31, Erik had had long-term girlfriends, one of which quickly turned into a dead bedroom, and he learned that he wanted none of it.
No, Erik was happy to be single. At least with Stacie in the picture. And, he thought, a bit cruelly, with Tom to take care of all the other stuff. The husband stuff.
But Erik knew it could have gone differently. There was a stretch after his last breakup where he didn’t get laid for almost a year. Women could smell that. The frustration was like a whirlpool—get stuck too long and you might never surface.
“Not sure. He’s getting worse.”
Erik felt a pang of remorse, as if realizing for the first time Tom was a real person. But remorse quickly gave way to a smug sense of his own potency.
“Does he, like, know what we do?”
“He’s asked. I tell him he shouldn’t.”
Erik paused, thinking how easy Stacie made sex. He was self-aware enough to know that it was Stacie that made what they did magic, more than anything he did.
He felt a sudden need for assurance.
“Hey, never asked, but — why doesn’t it work with you guys? It’s not rocket science.” Even typing this hurt, as Erik felt suddenly replaceable.
But Stacie was always Stacie. “I dunno. It’s probably harder when we share a life? With you …. I just get to be a little slut.”
“Say it again.”
“You don’t need to worry babe.”
Tom
This all started during the pandemic. Before that, with both working long hours, they at least had an excuse. But cooped up, both working from home, the fact that they weren’t all of each other said something, right?
That’s when Tom realized there had to be more out there. Some guys had partners that were dying for sex, that climbed under their desk to take care of them just because. Maybe not most married guys, but that life definitely existed.
Why not him?
He shook his head as he walked from his study to the kitchen when Stacie worked. They were both in the office a few days a week, which helped a little. But they still had days like this, alone in the house together.
Stacie had her laptop open on the counter, but her face was in her phone, smiling. Tom shook his head, disappointed at his reaction to her happiness. Cut yourself a break, he reminded himself. She’s happy because she’s taking to some dude that’s not you.
31 days. That was how long it had been since they’d had sex. It had probably gone longer before Erik came into their lives, but it was much harder for Tom to drown alone.
Drowning was a good word for it because, as attracted to her as he was, he didn’t even want to try anymore, not after last time. Tom had never had a problem physically — hell, he could feel himself getting hard now — but the one time they tried since this started, he couldn’t stop thinking about what the fuck was so much better with Erik. She’d been patient, and he tried to imagine something, anything, to get himself hard, but it was no use.
Stacie
She looked up from Erik’s message as Tom shuffled through the kitchen. The last few months must have been crushing. He was on apps, but he hadn’t been on a single date, as best she could tell. And when things took off with Erik, Tom just became like a different person. He pulled into himself and his phone, not even trying to have sex with her anymore, and always on edge.
She hated seeing him this way. Not enough to stop what she was doing — there was no putting that genie back in the bottle — but she always thought he was the most self-contained guy in the world, like he didn’t need anything from anyone.
Now he had his back to her, angrily washing out his coffee mug. Stacie had plans with Erik for Friday, but she had given herself a project that morning. She bought tickets for Tom and his best friend to see a music festival on Thursday. He loved that stuff. She had made plans with his friend and told him now, trying to sound cheery.
Tom looked appreciative and then a bit wistful.
“You’re happier.”
It wasn’t a question, more just a recognition of something significant.
“Yeah, I am.”
She paused, looking at him standing awkwardly with his hands in his pockets. They hadn’t really talked about how things had changed. She could tell he felt nervous, like he was talking to someone new and intimidating rather than his wife
“It’s been hard for you, huh?”
Tom smiled a bit. “Yeah, but look, I don’t regret it. It was stale for both of us. You just found something first, and I’ve got to live with that. What can I say, perils of having a hot wife?”
Tom felt alarmed that, as attracted as he still was to Stacie, he didn’t even want to try anymore, not after last time. He had never had a problem physically — hell, he could feel himself getting hard now — but the one time they tried since this started, he couldn’t stop thinking about what the fuck was so much better with Erik. She’d been patient, and he tried to imagine something, anything, to get himself hard, but it was no use.
Stacie
She looked up from Erik’s message as Tom shuffled through the kitchen, thinking this must be crushing him. He was on apps, but to her knowledge he had only been on one date, which he didn’t want to talk about. When things took off with Erik, Tom just became like a different person. He had always been the most self-contained guy in the world, like he didn’t need anything from anyone. But he had now pulled into himself and his phone, not even trying to have sex with her anymore, and always on edge.
His back was to her, washing his coffee mug in the sink. Stacie had plans with Erik for Friday, but she had given herself a project that morning. She bought tickets for Tom and his best friend to see a music festival on Thursday. He loved that stuff. She told him now, trying to sound cheery.
Tom said thanks, and looked a bit wistful.
“You’re happier.”
It wasn’t a question, more just a recognition of something significant.
“Yeah, I am.”
She paused, looking at him standing awkwardly with his hands in his pockets. They hadn’t really talked about how things had changed. She could tell he felt nervous, like he was talking to someone new and a bit intimidating rather than his wife.
“It’s been hard for you, huh?”
Tom smiled a bit. “Yeah, but look, I don’t regret it. You just found something first, and I’ve got to live with that. What can I say, perils of trying to be poly with a hot wife?”
Friday night
Stacie
Stacie’s usual excitement at seeing Erik was tempered by nerves tonight. Erik seemed excited about her idea, and she smiled thinking about how puffed up his little ego must be.
The stakes felt a little different for her.
She smiled, watching Erik slide out of his pants, knowing he was already hard. He was game for anything; no judgment, nothing off-limits, no pressure, just his enthused reaction to whatever common ground they found.
He was watching her intently, and Stacie peeled off her dress and settled onto her knees in front of his char. He had sat next to the mirror in his bedroom, and spread his legs, expectantly.
She felt butterflies in her stomach when she gave Erik her phone. He pointed it down at her, smiling.
This was probably going to hurt. But she wanted Tom to see how fun it could be when there weren’t any rules.
“You ready?”
Tom
Tom made sure to have something — anything — to do on nights Sophie was out with Erik. He’d stayed in twice, when they couldn’t find the sitter, and the minutes stretched into an hour, then two, as he thought about what Stacie was doing.
He usually tried to rationalize it. It had only been thee months. He wanted something new too. He’d be doing the same if he could. Why should he care? But none of that mattered very much when he was alone and Stacie was out — it was hard then to avoid the fact that she was having fun and he was not.
Tonight, she’d left around 8:00, and usually came back around 11:00. He was going to escape to a bar with old friends where he could feel normal. But first he sat on the couch, pants at his ankles, and shifted his Safari to hidden mode.
“Facefucking.”
He scanned the thumbnails. Not quite. Way too porn-y.
“Facial.” Same issue.
“Leash doggy fuck.”
There you are, he thought, hovering over a thumbnail of a woman, leash pulled tight, about to be fucked doggy style. It was just what he wanted — it looked natural, an ordinary bedroom, a real man fucking a real woman, holding her leash.
How was he supposed to tell Stacie this is what was missing? He spit on his hand, about to start.
Just then, a text from her number appeared.
What. The. Fuck.
Erik
Erik was holding the phone with his right hand, his left resting on Stacie’s head. He wasn’t recording; just watching her through the camera, moving his hand up and down, testing out different angles.
It was obscene from any angle, given what he was going to do. Right now, the camera just showed her brown hair in a pony tail. If he tilted the camera forward though, and pulled it close to his chest, it showed his dick as her mouth slid back and forth on it.
He watched for a second, letting the good feelings wash over him.
He put his phone down above his cock, angled it just right, and he could Stacie’s face through the camera, her eyes closed, moving back and forth.
“Open your eyes.”
When she did, they widened in panic and she glanced up, as if asking “is this it?”
“Not yet. Focus. You’re serving me now. You’ll know when it’s show time.”
She lowered her eyes, and went back to bobbing on his cock.
He panned to the left, and could see in the mirror the view he liked most—Stacie naked, on her knees, looking tiny, her hands resting in her lap, looking entirely subservient.
Erik knew he should feel bad, but he didn’t. It wasn’t his fault Stacie liked fucking him more than Tom. Life always had its pecking orders, and he was glad to be on top of this one.
He turned the camera on, pointing up, Stacie entirely out of his field of view.
“Yo, Tom.”
He felt suddenly tongue-tied, like the twisted intimacy of talking to Tom directly was too much.
“Er — It’s me, Erik.”
He knew it sounded weird, like they were friends.
“Hope you’re having a good night.” Erik paused for effect. “On Stacie’s phone. Obviously, I’m having a good time.”
He wad a bit shocked how satisfying it was to taunt Tom.
He panned to the mirror, letting Tom see his wife on her knees, her head bobbing up and down on Erik’s cock. She stayed focused on Erik, like he told her to. After only a second, he panned back to the wall, Stacie out of view again.
He thought about shutting the camera off, that he’d done enough. Erik wanted to flaunt his place in the pecking order. Until then, he knew and Stacie knew, but now Tom was about to find out.
“Hey.”
His voice was louder, as if he demanding Stacie’s attention.
“Let Tom hear how you worship it.” He kept the camera pointed at the wall, so Tom could only hear what was happening.
“Go further. All the way. Let me hear you choke on it.” Erik heard the satisfying gurgle in her throat, getting louder and turning into a gag.
“You hear that, Tom?”
Then, to Stacie: “Tell Tom if you like choking on it.”
With Erik’s cock in her mouth, Stacie couldn’t form certain letters, but his girl did her best.
“I -ike -o-ing on it.”
“Alright Tom, talk to you later.”
He shut the camera off.
“Fuck. I sent it.”