June 1, 2025
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“It’ll be fun.”
Lizzie’s voice was light and airy, halfway to a giggle. It was the voice she used when she wanted something, like she was letting you in on a little secret.
Tyler watched as she kicked the covers off their ankles, slid out of bed and walked across their tiny studio. She was standing in front of the refrigerator, her back to him, and Tyler’s gaze settled on her black cotton shorts, whose bottoms fell exactly where her thighs stopped and her ass began.
Snack in hand, Lizzie climbed back into bed, cuddling next to Tyler, her bare thigh touching his and her head resting against his shoulder.
“Like, now that we’re getting married” — she pinched his nose at the mention of their wedding — “I don’t know, Ty, I just want us to be free, right? Like, not holding each other back?”
Tyler tried to look non-plussed as Lizzie searched his face for a reaction. He knew whatever she was proposing — ethical non-monogamy? polyamory? — was likely to be a pretty one-sided arrangement. It’s not that Tyler didn’t have a lot going for him — he had a great job and everyone liked him, almost instantly — it’s just that Lizzie was, well, Lizzie was really fucking hot.
Every time they went out, the looks she got reminded him that the population of men who wanted to fuck his soon-to-be-wife was essentially limitless. It was vastly, almost unfathomably larger than the population of women who wanted to fuck him.
As they sat in bed, Tyler and Lizzie acted like he had an important decision to make, like this was something he might say no to. But they both knew Tyler had never really been able to tell Lizzie no.
June 7, 2025
Lizzie set up her profile a few hours after Tyler agreed they should open things up. She listed her age (27) and flagged that she was partnered and looking for “something on the side, fun but meaningful.” She included three pictures: one at the gym, wearing the tiny shorts she wore to work out. One from when she graduated from her nursing program, flashing a thumbs up. And one of she and Tyler, looking adorable as they hugged at the end of a hike.
Lizzie sorted quickly through the deluge of matches, discarding anyone that didn’t fit the very specific type she had settled on in the year she spent fantasizing about sex with someone other than Tyler. She loved Ty as much as ever — her mother was right; he sort of perfect: helpful, funny, patient — but they’d been together for seven years now, and Lizzie wanted something different than the playful sex they had.
She knew Steve was right as soon as she read his profile. He was 45, an emergency room doctor, not handsome exactly but fit, with a face that was weathered in a way that Lizzie thought made him look rugged. And he seemed like he had seen it all, like nothing could phase him. His profile said what he wanted matter-or-factly, without apology, as if he didn’t have any doubt that he’d find exactly what he was looking for.
They chatted for a few days and Lizzie, never one to wait for something she wanted, made a plan to see Steve in two days. She broke the news Tyler in bed, right after they finished watching tv.
“How’s your search going? Find any cuties?”
“Oh. Actually, I got a match!” Tyler seemed proud and Lizzie had to hide her surprise. Just one?
“Nice! Can I see?”
Tyler seemed nervous as he handed his phone over, and Lizzie could see that his conversation with his one match was already fizzling.
“Give it time.” She tried to keep her voice positive.
“So. Um.” Lizzie paused.
“I met someone. Just for coffee. But I’m going to see him again. Friday night.”
Tyler couldn’t hide his surprise, and Lizzie put her hand on his.
“What? You are? That’s — that’s great. What’s his story?”
Lizzie scrolled to Steve’s profile and handed her phone to Tyler. She watched as his usual smile disappeared and he started twirling his finger into his hair.
“Ty.” Her voice had a slightly exasperated edge to it, warning Tyler to be careful.
“He’s just older than I expected. And he seems, I don’t know, he seems a bit” —
Tyler was going to say “pushy” but he saw the look Lizzie was giving him.
“Sorry. I trust you.”
Lizzie pinched Tyler’s nose. “Good! Don’t worry! This will be fun!”
June 9, 2025
Tyler woke up with a pit in his stomach. He couldn’t stop thinking of Steve’s profile and its suggestion that Ty knew Lizzie less well than he thought he did.
Steve was old, for one thing — 18 years older than Lizzie or Tyler — and he seemed, well, sort of a square. A self-important boomer that Tyler and Lizzie would usually laugh about, creeping on women barely half his age and proudly declaring himself “dominant” as if that was original instead of cringe.
During dinner, an hour before she was set to leave, Tyler started asking for information.
“Where are you guys going?”
She raised an eyebrow. “Ty…”
He stood his ground. “No secrets, Lizzie. That was the deal.”
She eyed him curiously, as if sizing him up.
“You want to know?”
“I do. I’m just curious.”
She took a bite of the pasta he made, chewing it slowly before answering.
“I’m going to his place, Ty. It’s —“
Lizzie paused.
“It’s not really a … date.”
Tyler just stared at her, unsure what to say, and Lizzie put her plate in the sink and took a shower. She carefully looked through her underwear drawer, picking out a simple pair from Aerie, halfway to a thong, and pulled on a pair of Brandy Melville shorts, so short they were almost underwear, and a white t shirt.
Admiring herself in the mirror, she saw Tyler standing behind her. He looked adorable, handsome but only 3 inches taller than her 5’4”, and Lizzie felt badly for him.
But, really, what did he expect? They’d been together for seven years, and it had been the same flavor of sex that entire time. Affectionate, playful, her finishing herself by climbing on top. Steve was going to be different. He was going to expect things of her — he wanted the very best for himself, and he was going to make her give it to him. She wanted that, to feel like someone else was in control, like he was taking something from her.
Tyler didn’t say anything as she dressed, only watched, and she embraced him before she left, pushing her body against his and kissing his neck gently.
“Have fun tonight, okay?”
He smiled weakly and said he would, he had plans to play video games with their friend from college. Lizzie said “Great! Have fun!” and kissed his cheek and said she’d be home by 11. Once outside and on her way to the subway, Lizzie checked her phone and saw Steve messaged.
“7:00? Is my little slut going to be on time?”
She smiled and typed a quick reply before disappearing underground.
“Of course. I’m on my way. I told you I’m a good girl…”