Prologue
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Erik
Erik had just opened his laptop when his phone buzzed. They needed to pitch investors next week, and the deck was a mess. His annoyance at the interruption disappeared 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 and her husband 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. 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?”
“Yeah.” Stacie paused. “We both wanted something new.”
“Where is he now?”
“Sulking. In the kitchen. Cleaning dishes that are already clean.”
Erik closed his eyes and thought about what Stacie had done thirty minute prior. Then he pictured Tom, scrubbing a pot so hard the sponge fell apart.
“Stacie?”
“Yes?”
“Make sure to kiss him goodnight.”
“Omg stopppppp. Goodnight ????.”
** Stacie**
Stacie smiled as she shut down the app she used to message Erik. It originally had three guys in it. But it was only Erik now.
In a lot of ways, he was more fragile than Tom. Tom was pretty stoic, all things considered. He was serious. One of many things Stacie had found attractive about him. Erik — well, she had to puff him up even after a blowjob.
But it was worth it. At 33, when Stacie met Erik, she 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. 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 enough when they were learning. He was strong and he fucked her with this serious 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 maybe this was all Tom wanted and she didn’t want to hurt his feelings.
So Stacie just lived with it until they were unloading the dishwasher five months ago and Tom paused, plate still in his hand, to say, “I think we should try to see other people.”
Well, okay, she had 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, another voice in her voice had said, as she sadly cataloged every sign Tom her given that he stopped being interested.
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 — Tom was too modern and fair for that. It just never occurred to him that Stacie would want to.
Yeah, looking back, it’s fair to say Tom had a few blind spots.
He had started looking even before he told Stacie. In fact, he only told Stacie when he thought he had found someone, only for her to ghost him after two dates.
The irony wasn’t lost on Tom — he’d been looking for someone new, all while he had failed to pick up on his wife’s preferences, and now she was out with Erik doing God know’s what.
When he heard Stacie’s 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 good, and Tom him felt himself twitch as she came up behind him, putting an arm around his waist.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”
He wanted to be cool about what was happening — but his voice was sharper than he wanted it to be, the bitterness coming through.
“You wanna?”
Tom did, almost desperately. But not like this, when it felt like charity.
“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.
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 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 the same giddy, enthused reaction to whatever she was up for.
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 much when he was alone and Stacie was out — it was hard then to avoid the fact that she was having sex and not with him.
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. Too porn-y.
“Facial.” No. 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 inches from her face.
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, 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. “I’m on Stacie’s phone. Obviously, I’m having a good time.”
He wad a bit shocked how satisfying it was to be cruel.
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. But 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.
“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.”
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