Katie had always been the kind of woman who knew what she wanted. When she met Tyler, she found in him someone who adored her, who was gentle and kind, and who worshiped her without hesitation. Tyler was the safe place, the man who would do anything for her. But when she met Leo, things were different—darker, heavier, intoxicating in a way she could never explain in words.
Leo wasn’t the kind of man she could settle down with. They’d tried dating, but it was fire and gasoline. Too many fights, too much pride, too much rawness in the day-to-day. But in the bedroom? My god. In the bedroom Leo turned her into a trembling, begging mess. He was nearly eight inches and thick, the kind of man who made her feel split open and owned.
When she married Tyler, she never lied about Leo. Their marriage had always had that strange don’t-ask-don’t-tell rhythm, where she would disappear for a night and come home flushed, glowing, her thighs sore. Tyler would know exactly where she’d been. He never asked questions, and she never offered answers.
But one night, Tyler’s curiosity got the better of him.
The Ask
“Are you sure, Tyler?” Katie asked him, her eyebrow arched, the corner of her lips tugged in that smirk he knew meant she was testing him.
“Yes,” he said, swallowing hard. His voice shook, but he pressed on. “I… I want to see.”
Katie tilted her head, studying him. Her hazel eyes seemed to burn with amusement. “You want to watch me with Leo? Watch what he does to me?”
“Yes,” Tyler said again, quieter this time, almost whispering.
Her smirk widened. “That’s a big step, babe. I’ll talk to him about it. But you need to understand—once you cross this line, there’s no going back.”
Leo’s Condition
Several days later, Katie came home from Leo’s apartment, hair tousled, her skin still glowing with that after-sex sheen. Tyler’s heart twisted at the sight, knowing what she’d just been doing, but he tried to keep his voice even when she said:
“Sit down. We need to talk.”
He obeyed, nerves buzzing like static under his skin.
“I talked to Leo about you watching,” she began. “He’s interested. Very interested. But there are conditions.”
Tyler leaned forward, eager despite the lump in his throat. “Yes? What are they?”
Katie crossed her legs slowly, deliberately, making him notice the faint redness at her inner thighs. “If you want to watch, no more sneaking around. Leo comes over when he wants. He stays as long as he wants. And…” She paused, her smirk deepening. “The last bit is about you.”
Tyler’s pulse raced. “Me?”
“Yes, you. If you’re allowed to watch, then every single time, you clean me up. Every drop.”
Tyler’s mouth went dry. He stared at her, stunned, both horrified and impossibly aroused. His cock stirred in his pants even as his stomach knotted.
“Do you understand?” she asked, her voice like velvet and steel all at once.
He nodded, throat tight. “Yes.”
Katie leaned forward, kissing his cheek softly. “Good boy.”
The First Time
That weekend, Leo came over. The sound of his deep voice filled the living room, his laughter echoing off the walls, making Tyler feel small even before anything had started.
Katie led Leo to the bedroom, but Tyler followed at her insistence. “No hiding on the couch, babe. You wanted this—now you sit there and watch.” She pointed to the armchair across from the bed.
Tyler sat down, heart pounding so loudly he was sure they could hear it.
Then Katie stripped. Piece by piece, she revealed herself—her bra falling to the floor, her panties sliding down her legs—and she climbed onto Leo’s lap, straddling him as if she belonged there. Tyler’s breath caught when Leo’s cock sprang free. It was enormous, thick, heavy-looking. Tyler had seen himself in the mirror enough times to know just how small he was by comparison.
Katie moaned as Leo slid into her, her head thrown back, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Tyler sat frozen, staring, shame and lust battling inside him.
And then it happened.
Leo groaned, gripping Katie’s hips as he came. A thick rope of cum shot across her mound, nearly reaching her chest. She collapsed against him, panting, her hair wild, her skin glowing with sweat.
Slowly, she turned her head to look at Tyler. Her smirk was dangerous.
“Is that how you want me to be fucked?” she asked.
Tyler couldn’t find words. His lips parted, his breath shallow.
“Clean me up, cuckold,” Katie ordered, her tone firm, commanding. “Every drop.”
Tyler hesitated, trembling.
“You love seeing me fucked, don’t you? You pervert. Come pay your price of admission.”
His legs felt weak as he rose, crossing the room. Katie spread her thighs wider, the thick mess of Leo’s cum glistening on her mound and dripping down her tummy. Leo leaned back, watching with a smug grin, his cock still half-hard and wet from her.
Tyler bent down, his tongue trembling as he made contact with her skin. The taste was foreign, salty and warm, but Katie’s hand on his hair kept him there.
“Every drop, my love,” she whispered, smirking as his tongue dragged along her mound. “Good boy.”
Leo’s smirk grew wider, his deep chuckle rumbling in his chest.
When Tyler finally licked up the last drop, Katie kissed his forehead sweetly. “See? That wasn’t so bad.”
Leo stood, tucking himself back into his jeans. “Same time tomorrow?” he asked casually.
“Of course, lover,” Katie purred.
Tyler’s head snapped up. “Lover?” he asked, voice cracking.
Katie tilted her head at him, unbothered. “Yes, babe. Tonight was so damn hot, I think we’re going to like this new dynamic. Don’t you?”
Tyler swallowed hard, staring at her, the taste of Leo still lingering on his tongue.
And despite the knot in his chest, despite the sting of jealousy burning his veins—he nodded.
