This is the second part of a two part series. Please start with part one.
David had never been the type of man who craved the tether of commitment. Emotional connections, endless conversations about feelings, the daily grind of compromise—none of it suited him. He’d tried, once, with Toni. They’d dated for nearly a year, and while the sex was mind-blowing, the rest of it had felt like pulling teeth. Toni wanted depth, wanted long talks about hopes and fears. David wanted to watch football, maybe grab a beer with his buddies, and crash without having to explain what was going on inside his head.
They broke up because she wanted more, and he simply didn’t have it to give. But life, funny enough, has a way of circling back.
Years later, their relationship looked nothing like it had when they were “together.” He didn’t have to pretend to be the kind of man who could meet Toni in long emotional discussions. He didn’t have to apologize for wanting space. What he had to give—the raw, physical, take-your-breath-away kind of sex—was exactly what she needed. And now, she was married to Devin, who couldn’t give it to her.
It was a strange triangle, but to David, it worked perfectly.
David was thirty-eight, and his life was about as blue collar as it came. He owned a tiny heating and air conditioning business—really just him, his van, and a small storage unit where he kept parts. Work was steady but not glamorous. Some weeks he pulled in great money, other weeks he scrambled to make ends meet. He wasn’t rich, not by a long shot, and when he pulled up in front of Toni and Devin’s house in his slightly rusted Ford van, he always noticed the contrast.
Devin and Toni lived in a suburban dream home, the kind with a perfectly paved driveway, a gleaming SUV for her, and a family sedan for him. Inside, everything was neat, polished, curated. Her SUV alone probably cost as much as his whole business netted in a year. Toni had always made good money as a lawyer but there was a glaring contrast and Devin made good money too but David didn’t really know what Devin did. Something about stocks or bonds…but the second Toni texted him “I need you,” none of that mattered.
Because despite all their money, all their stability, all the ways his perception of their household outshone him in the world of “success,” David was the man she wanted when she wanted to feel like a woman. That knowledge? That was power. That was validation. That was everything.
David didn’t want a girlfriend. He’d figured that out a long time ago. Sex got boring when it got tangled up in love. The more emotions involved, the more mundane things became. The passion fizzled. He’d rather stay free, able to walk into a room, drop his pants, and give someone exactly what they wanted without having to follow it up with heart-to-hearts.
With Toni, he got that in spades. Whenever she texted him late at night, usually a photo attached, sometimes just the simple words “come over, I need you”—he felt ten feet tall. She had a husband, yet she craved him. She chose him in that moment when she was overcome with desire.
And when he walked through that door and saw the way her eyes lit up, the way her body almost vibrated with anticipation? That was everything he’d ever wanted out of sex. It wasn’t just sex. To him it was about validating him as a man and it was about him being needed as a person.
One night stood out vividly in his memory.
He’d finished inside her, both of them sweaty, breathless. Devin had been there, watching from the chair in the corner. David barely noticed him most of the time. To David, it was about Toni, her face, her gasps, the way she clutched at him like she never wanted to let him go. He hadn’t even thought about their spectator as he collapsed back onto the pillows, catching his breath, Toni had smirked at her husband. “Your turn, lover boy” she chimed.
Devin walked over, his pants already down he laid on top of her and began thrusting. “Babe,” she laughed, still stretched wide from David’s girth, “I can’t even feel you after him, I really can’t.”
David had chuckled at the time, but later that night, thinking it over, he realized just how good it made him feel. That wasn’t just about humiliating Devin, it was about validating him. He was the one who made her feel full. He was the one who left her speechless. He was the one she couldn’t stop comparing Devin to.
And when Devin, almost sheepish, asked the obvious question—“is he bigger than me?”—Toni had locked eyes with David and laughed. “Yes. God, yes.”
That look, that wink in David’s direction, was everything. She’d said it for her husband, but the words were meant for him.
He’d never admit it out loud, but Devin’s presence added a charge he couldn’t put into words. It created a contrast. Devin had the life David didn’t; the house, the wife, the picture-perfect family—and yet David was the one with the cock that mattered. He was the one who gave Toni what she needed.
It didn’t matter that his business was small, that his van rattled when he drove. When he was inside Toni, stretching her, making her gasp, he felt like more of a man than Devin could ever be. At least in the ways that mattered to her. That contrast fueled him. It made him feel like a stud.
Toni wasn’t his only partner.
There was Riley, too—a married woman with a similar arrangement. Riley was wild, a little theatrical. She and her husband played up the humiliation game, Riley practically sneering at her husband while David fucked her.
It was hot, sure, but it felt more like a play than real life. Riley’s taunts were over the top, exaggerated, almost cartoonish.
With Toni, it was different. Authentic. The way she teased Devin wasn’t just for show. It was real. David wasn’t filling some scripted role; he was an essential part of their relationship. A cog in the machine. Without him, Toni wouldn’t be satisfied, and without Toni’s satisfaction, their marriage would suffer. Something would lack. Toni was a woman who craved passion in a way that made it essential. David wasn’t just a side piece, he was the oil that kept their engine running.
That mattered to him.
Sometimes Toni said things that made him feel like a million bucks:
- “God, David, I swear I’m still stretched open the next day.”
- “You ruin me for him every single time.”
- “Look at me, I can’t even think when you’re inside me.”
- “Devin, watch this—watch how his cock makes me lose my mind.”
Every time, she’d throw him a glance, a sly wink, or bite her lip just so. Those little signals were for him, not for her husband. They told him she meant it. That he wasn’t just some fantasy. He was the real deal. And God, that fueled him more than anything.
He remembered the time she flew him out to Cleveland while she was at a legal conference. She booked the hotel, sent him the flight confirmation, and texted him with a grin: “Who says there’s nothing to do in Cleveland?”
They’d spent the whole weekend in that hotel room, barely leaving. She had meetings during the day, but the second she got back, she jumped into his arms like a woman starved. For those three days, he was hers completely. And when she flew back home to Devin and the kids, he didn’t feel jealous. He felt satisfied. Needed. Fulfilled in the way only this strange, perfect arrangement could provide.
David wasn’t the richest guy. He wasn’t the most emotionally available. He wasn’t the dream husband. But in this corner of his life, he was more than enough. He was wanted. He was necessary.
And in his own quiet, unapologetic way, he found happiness there.
