Tyler sat in his car, parked outside Steve’s house. When Lizzie suggested they all hang out, it seemed logical — there had been three of them in this relationship for a month now and Tyler had been growing uneasy, almost resentful, about it.
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He didn’t like that Lizzie seemed less interested in having sex with him, of course, but he really didn’t like how she was changing — how the smart and interesting woman he thought he knew disappeared when Steve texted, replaced by a ditzy teenager who hung on every word Steve said.
“You just don’t know him yet, Ty. He’s so great, — like really. And he wants to meet you so bad. It’s like at work when you only talk over zoom — It’s always easier after you’ve hung out in person, right?”
Lizzie had cooed this into Tyler’s ear three days ago, when he announced that maybe Steve was causing a wedge in their relationship. She looked sexy and adorable and he didn’t want to fight, so he said he’d go over on Friday after work so they could all hang out — but now it just felt weird. What were they going to talk about? Steve was 15 years older than them and Tyler thought he seemed impossibly square.
But Lizzie, who came separately from her job, had already texted she was inside and Tyler felt silly waiting in the car. Walking up the stairs to the suburban McMansion, he wondered why Lizzie chose Steve, out of all the guys available to her. Tyler let himself in when he heard the door buzz, annoyed they didn’t bother to greet him.
“Ty! In the living room.”
Lizzie sounded excited, and Tyler followed the sound of her voice. The living room was big, with a tv on the wall, a couple of abstract paintings, and a wall of mostly empty bookcases. Lizzie was on the couch, wearing short cotton shorts and a T-shirt, comfortably leaning against Steve. He was tall and wearing sweatpants and a T shirt with the name of a college on it.
Steve half stood up and awkwardly shook Tyler’s hand. Lizzie’s legs were on the couch, reclining against Steve, so Tyler sat in the chair opposite them, unsure what to say. Steve spoke first.
“Work was good?”
Lizzie seemed entirely relaxed, like it wasn’t weird at all to be resting her head resting against Steve’s chest while Tyler sat there.
“Yeah, um, fine.”
Tyler was distracted by Steve’s hand, which had worked its way into Lizzie’s hair. He watched as Steve pushed her head down towards his waist, Lizzie looking up at him, giggling.
“Already? He just got here.”
Tyler felt frozen, unsure what to do. A part of him couldn’t believe Steve’s audacity; Tyler knew he was supposed to do something about it, to protest and push Steve off his girlfriend. But he just watched, in horror and fascination, as Lizzie pulled off her shirt.
“Yeah. Don’t be a tease. He wants to see.”
Steve’s voice was relaxed, as if this was totally normal. Lizzie undid her bra, revealing her small perky breasts. Steve lifted himself off the couch slightly as Lizzie pulled his pants down past his knees, his hand guiding her head into his lap.
Tyler saw Steve’s cock — a bit larger than his — only for a second before Lizzie took it into her mouth. She was laying on her stomach, forearms resting on Steve’s thigh, head starting to bob up and down while Steve lazily pulled her shorts down and caressed her ass.
Tyler said there, too shocked and turned on to say anything. He just watched, transfixed, as Lizzie sucked Steve’s cock, her eyes closed, her attention entirely focused on Steve.
Tyler felt like he was watching the pornography that was so familiar to him, but it was his girlfriend he was watching. He stared as her mouth moved up and down on Steve’s cock, her small hand gently fondling Steve’s balls. He balled his hands into fists, shifting his weight, trying to decide what he was supposed to do.
He wanted to yell, to put a stop to this, but that wasn’t really an option. Lizzie was having too much fun, and he was too engrossed. He couldn’t stop staring at Steve’s cock as Lizzie moved her mouth up and down in it.
“You good?”
Tyler felt a wave of shame as Steve addressed him. It wasn’t supposed to be this way — Lizzie was his girlfriend, he wasn’t supposed to just sit here helplessly while she sucked Steve’s cock. He wanted for her to suck his cock, but she was focused on Steve and Steve showed no indication that he was about to share.
Steve pushed Lizzie’s head down further, smirking a little when he and Tyler made eye contact.
“Fuck. It feels good.” He paused, as if to let the fact that Lizzie was sucking his dick, not Tyler’s, sink in. Steve looked at Tyler curiously, taking in this guy that was sitting there while his girlfriend sucked his dock. After a moment, Steve spoke again.
“You can jerk off, man. Don’t need to just sit there. Enjoy yourself.”