June 15, 2025
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Lizzie was just waking up when Tyler finished showering — he watched her, on her tummy wearing nothing but underpants, the sheets only covering the bottom half of her legs. She was gorgeous, like objectively gorgeous, and Tyler wondered if it had ever made sense that Lizzie chose him.
Until recently, Tyler would have told himself Lizzie was different, she was his best friend, they got each other, so why wouldn’t they date? But now? Tyler wondered if he really knew Lizzie at all. On the surface, things had been fine since her night with Steve, but Tyler constantly wondered what Lizzie was doing every time she looked at her phone. And yesterday, Lizzie sent his already-high anxiety into overdrive when she said she was going to see Steve again, tonight.
Tyler climbed in bed as Lizzie got dressed, admiring how her thighs filled out her shorts, and he remembered what she did for Steve.
“Can we talk?”
She rubbed her eyes adorably, pulling on a shirt.
“What’s up?” She slid into bed next to him.
Tyler couldn’t help himself. He had to say it.
“I don’t get it. It’s fine to see someone. But him? He’s —“
She shook her head, already running out of patience.
“He’s what, Ty?”
“It’s —“ Tyler pauses, trying to find the right way to say what was bothering him. “It’s degrading. What you said happened.”
Lizzie laughed, a little derisively. “Oh, that’s what bothers you?”
Tyler bit his lip and nodded.
“You seemed to like it when I told you about it. Remember?”
Lizzie pulled the sheets down and put her hand against Tyler’s dick.
“Yeah, you did like it … you liked hearing about it …”
Lizzie’s voice was playful, slightly mocking. She had crawled onto Tyler’s lap, straddling him, her tits inches from his face. He moaned softly.
“He does degrade me. He puts me in my place. And —“
Lizzie paused, suddenly thinking it all made sense. Steve understood her — he knew what turned her on, he knew that she didn’t always want to be adored, that she sometimes wanted to feel small. Steve knew that, and he made her confront it, and that’s why she did things for him she never would do for Tyler.
Lizzie knew what turned Tyler on. He just needed someone to make him confront it.
“I’ve got an idea,” she said, sliding off him, and picking up her phone.
“There. I added you to our chat. Now you can see for yourself what it’s like…”
Tyler went to work and Lizzie, who had Fridays off, stayed home. At 27 he was already a manager, responsible for a large programming team, and generally beloved at work: competent, friendly, approachable, seemingly without ego.
As he drove to the office, Tyler couldn’t stop thinking about what Lizzie had done — her little smirk as she added him to her chat with Steve; the way she said that Steve said it was okay, like this was something Tyler should be grateful for. And her patronizing admonition that she just added Tyler to watch — he was not to text in the chat unless Lizzie tell you it’s okay.”
He kept checking his phone once he was at work, a mixture of fascination and dread at what he might see. Nothing at 10:00, or 11:00, and by noon Tyler thought maybe Lizzie and Steve were talking privately. Then, midway through his lunch with two women on his team, Tyler looked at his phone and saw Steve had messaged.
“Be here at 5? Show me that body.”
Tyler flipped his phone over, mortified at the possibility his colleagues might see how another man spoke to his fiancé. Even two weeks ago, Tyler would have been confident Lizzie wouldn’t send anyone a revealing picture; she had certainly never sent him one. He had never asked — Tyler understood how risky it was for women to have pictures like that out there, and he didn’t want Lizzie to feel pressured.
Yet when he looked down at his phone again, not five minutes after Steve messaged, there was a picture of Lizzie, in nothing but a shirt — Tyler’s shirt —standing in front of a mirror in their bedroom, her phone covering her face. She was wearing a blue polo, completely unbuttoned, her hands pulling it apart to show her small breasts, looking soft against her taut stomach. She had nothing else on, her pussy bare, her thighs just big enough to look thick, just slim enough to have a tiny one-inch gap between them.
Tyler stared, hiding his phone in his lap, marveling at anyone so beautiful could be his. But then a dark thought came into his head, and he wondered is she even mine anymore if she’s sending pictures like this to Steve.
A moment later, another message appeared.
“Is that okay?”
Tyler was incredulous. Was Lizzie, who was miles out of Steve’s league, really asking him if the nude photo she sent him was good enough?
A moment later Steve replied.
“That’s a good girl. Tell me why you’re coming over. I want you to say it.”
Tyler stared at his phone, his anger rising. He knew what Steve meant, if he hadn’t said it out loud. He meant for Lizzie to say it *in front of Tyler.” He felt angry at Steve, for being so old and gross and cringey. And he was mad at Lizzie for — her text popped up just then, before he could even complete his thought.
“So you can train me. I want to be the best slut I can be for you.”
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