This is the last of a three part a series, if you are just joining in, start with part 1.
When Katie first suggested it, Tyler thought she was joking.
“Leo moving in? Into our bedroom?” He had laughed nervously, but Katie hadn’t joined him. She’d just smiled, brushing her hair back with deliberate calm.
“Yes, babe,” she said. “It makes sense. He’s here most nights anyway. Why not make it official? One bed. All of us together.”
Tyler’s stomach dropped. He opened his mouth to protest, but Katie leaned in and kissed him gently, as if to soothe him before he could gather the words. “Don’t pout, Tyler. This will be good for us. You’ll see.”
And just like that, Leo’s toothbrush appeared in their bathroom. His clothes appeared in their closet and Tyler’s moved to the guest bedroom. And the master bedroom that had once been Tyler and Katie’s alone became something else entirely.
The First Night
Tyler took his place on one side of the bed, Katie nestled between him and Leo. He tried to sleep, but his nerves buzzed like live wires.
At some point past midnight, he stirred awake to the rhythmic sounds beside him. Katie’s muffled moans. The heavy slap of flesh. Leo’s low growl.
His eyes stayed closed, but shame burned through him. The mattress shook under their movements. Katie’s breath came fast, punctuated with little cries of pleasure Tyler had never heard from her before.
The nerve of this guy, Tyler thought bitterly. The stamina of this guy. Is he insatiable?
He tried to drown out the sounds, burying his face in the pillow. But no matter how he shifted, he couldn’t escape the soundtrack of his wife being taken again and again by another man just inches away.
When it finally ended, Tyler lay still, pretending to be asleep. He thought maybe—just maybe—he could get away with it.
But then he felt Katie’s hand on his shoulder, shaking gently.
“Tyler,” she whispered. “Tyler, cleanup time.”
His heart pounded as he rolled over, feigning grogginess. Katie giggled softly, spreading her thighs under the covers. The smell of sex was thick in the air.
“Yes, hun,” he murmured, forcing a smile as he ducked under the sheets.
Her skin was slick with Leo’s seed, glistening in the faint moonlight. Tyler swallowed hard and began his work, tongue trembling as he lapped at her folds. She sighed contentedly, stroking his hair.
“Good boy,” she whispered, her voice dreamy and satisfied.
Leo’s hand brushed Katie’s stomach lazily as he drifted back toward sleep, smirking at the soft sounds of Tyler’s reluctant devotion.
Katie’s Request
The next morning, sunlight streaming through the curtains, Katie stretched luxuriously between her two men. She turned toward Tyler with a playful glint in her eyes.
“I want to see something,” she said.
Tyler looked up, wary. “What?”
“I want to watch you please Leo.”
His stomach knotted. “Katie…”
She rolled onto her side, propping her head on her hand. “You’re already so good at cleaning me up. Why not him? Don’t you think it would make me happy to see you take care of him too?”
Tyler’s throat tightened. He glanced toward Leo, who was sitting up, rubbing sleep from his eyes with that ever-present smirk tugging at his lips.
“I don’t… I don’t want to,” Tyler admitted quietly.
“I love watching you try, and honestly my jaw hurts sometimes because of his, you know, size.” Katie said softly, her eyes never leaving his. “For me, Tyler? Please?”
Her voice broke him. He sighed, defeated, and nodded. “…Yes, hun.”
Katie beamed, kissing his cheek. “That’s my good boy.”
The First Attempt
Tyler knelt between Leo’s legs, staring at the thick cock inches from his face. It looked impossibly large, still semi-hard from the night’s activity, glistening faintly.
He leaned forward, lips trembling, and wrapped them around the tip. The taste was overwhelming, musky, sharp. He gagged almost immediately, pulling back with a cough.
Leo chuckled, reaching down to pat his head. “Relax, man. I’m patient. You’ll get used to it.”
Katie clapped her hands softly, delighted. “Oh my god, Tyler, you’re doing it! Look at you. I’m so proud of you. This is so hot.”
Her praise cut through his shame like honey. He tried again, taking Leo deeper this time before gagging once more. Tears welled in his eyes, but Katie’s smile spurred him on.
“Every time you try, you get better,” she said warmly. “And it makes me so happy to watch you.”
The Shift
It didn’t stop there.
When Katie was at work or simply too tired, Leo would call for Tyler. Sometimes it was a casual command—“Hey, come take care of this.” Other times it was silent, just a look across the room that Tyler had learned to obey.
At first, every time was an ordeal. His gag reflex betrayed him, his eyes watered, his stomach churned. But Leo was patient, and Katie’s words lingered in his mind: For me, Tyler. Please?
Over time, his body adjusted. The humiliation remained, but it became intertwined with a strange, dark thrill. Each time Leo emptied himself into Tyler’s mouth, it felt like another line crossed, another piece of himself surrendered.
And each time, Katie rewarded him with a soft kiss, a whispered “Good boy,” or a cuddle later that night.
Tyler’s Realization
Tyler had a moment of startling clarity as he sat there, watching Katie press her body against Leo, her laughter still echoing in his ears. He realized something deep had shifted inside of him—he wasn’t just tolerating Leo in their bed, he was embracing him. He had learned to accept another man into his home, into his marriage, into the very heart of his intimacy with Katie. And more than that, he had taken to satisfying that man at his every whim, eagerly, unquestioningly, until it wasn’t just duty anymore—it was pleasure. He loved it. He really began to love it. There was something liberating about surrendering so fully, about knowing exactly what his role was and carrying it out with devotion. In his service, Tyler felt a purity of purpose that he had never experienced before.
The more he leaned into it, the more he felt the quiet glow of pride. He wasn’t lost, or diminished, or pushed aside—he was part of something bigger. A structure. A family. A new way of loving that gave him direction. He brought joy and support to two people who mattered more to him than anything, and in return, they gave him belonging. Not only did he feel accepted, he felt needed. Tyler’s chest swelled with the realization that he wasn’t just enduring this dynamic—he was flourishing within it.
And, against all expectation, he was happy. Content. Whole. It surprised him, how natural it felt to take this role and wear it proudly, like it had been waiting for him all along. In Katie’s smile and Leo’s approval, he had everything: love, purpose, and a place that was uniquely his. It was unconventional, yes, but in this unconventional love, Tyler had found the deepest contentment of his life.
Katie’s Reflection
Lying in bed between her husband and her lover, Katie realized she had everything she’d ever wanted.
With Tyler, she had love, tenderness, and devotion. He was her emotional anchor, the man who made her laugh, who cooked her breakfast, who looked at her like she was the center of the universe.
With Leo, she had passion, fire, and a body that wrecked her in all the best ways. He gave her orgasms that shook her to her core, left her trembling and spent, her body used in ways she had always craved but never dared admit.
Together, they gave her balance. One for her heart, one for her body. One who loved her soul, and one who loved her flesh.
Both made her feel safe. Both made her feel loved. And both, in their own ways, made her incredibly happy.
The New Normal
As weeks passed, the arrangement settled into a rhythm. Nights filled with Leo’s relentless stamina, Katie’s moans echoing through the house. Mornings where Tyler dutifully cleaned her, his devotion never in question. Afternoons when Leo would call Tyler into the bedroom for relief while Katie worked, her phone buzzing with little updates that made her smirk at her desk.
Katie often thought back to that night when Tyler had first asked to watch. He could have left things as they were—quiet, secret, don’t-ask-don’t-tell. But he hadn’t.
And now, here they were. A wife with two men. A lover who gave her fire. A husband who gave her everything else.
It wasn’t what she’d imagined when she got married. But it was fulfilling. It was real. And it made her deeply, profoundly happy.
As she nestled between them one night, both men’s arms wrapped around her, Katie closed her eyes and smiled.
“This,” she whispered to herself, “is exactly where I belong.”
It doesn’t get any better. This is not sexy. It’s sh*t. Tora, you’ve done a lot better in the past. Please revert. Emma, this is de-branding your site.
Revert means?
To go back (to the better content she’s posted previously)
“I don’t… I don’t want to,” Tyler admitted quietly.”
It’s all that ever needed to be said, yet it fell on deaf ears.
“With Tyler, she had love, tenderness, and devotion. He was her emotional anchor, the man who made her laugh, who cooked her breakfast, who looked at her like she was the center of the universe.”
Is this supposed to be among the reasons why Tyler will have a satisfied life and marriage? It doesn’t make sense to me, but that’s just me, I guess.
She asked again, for me? please? He said yes. Doing it for her is what makes it hot at least for me reading it. For me please says so many things “im not gay, this is something I’m doing but I’m doing it for you” and that for me is what makes it hot. Do the dishes tyler. I don’t want to. For me? Do the dishes. Ok I dont want to but I know you want the dishes washed and knowing I did an act of service for you makes you feel better after then you will feel a full heart of love and devotion.
(Face palm)….. So boy this really reminds me of dark places I have pulled people out of it’s not romantic it’s not sexy it’s ugly it’s hard work to undo and in the end is it worth it nope in the long run it’s never worth it ….
Yes more than not I have successfully helped people out ( with my wife’s and friends help ) ….. But God what a nasty place to walk into even in fiction
On the other side of everyone it seems but I love his reluctance, when men in porn eagerly go down on a woman to eat her creampie it makes me feel like they are gay and really want to BE her not support her. When she beckons them and they reluctantly do it out of compassion, compersion or simple love to please their partner it is the hottest thing. There SHOULD be reluctance, he shouldn’t do it because he really craves to be the man his wife is fucking he should do it because he wants to see his wife satisfied. The hottest creampie cleanup is the ones where the woman says “come show me you love me” or “show me how much you love me” and almost convinces him but he does it because he loves her, not because he is really just closeted gay. If he is gay he can just go on grinder instead of going through some charade of giving his wife permission to fuck some guy to somehow give him permission to be in some quazi homosexual but somehow ok version that doesn’t make him gay.
Its like one gay guy banging a “straight guy” and saying its not gay because I kept my socks on.
Ya I liked it. This shows the hotness of the service a man can do for a woman.
I think it is a very good story. In a FLR it is normal that the wife leads her man to perform certain sexual tasks that arouse her and challenge his boundaries. In a cuckold relationship this is also a very real possibility. She is living her sexual desires. She may have a bull or bulls or a boyfriend and the husband has taken on a submissive roll.. He chose to he her submissive cuck.
His roll may include many tasks such helping her get ready and preparing the room, to more challenging tasks like cleanup or preparing the bull for action. And of course she may request that he further push his boundaries and engage in sexual activities with the bull including submitting to the bull by giving him a blowjob and this may evolvie into a regular task. She derives great pleasure from his show of submission.
This is not to say he is forced in any way. Communication is key and he can refuse to do anything at anytime. This is where the dynamic of FLR relationship is challenging but fair. She is the leader and he is hers to be lead. He is her submissive by choice and both parties enjoy it. She feels empowered and he feels humiliation serving her and her desires, but still enjoys it, even if he is tasked to do something new and beyond his normal boundaries.
The first time I performed cleanup it felt humiliating, but I did it for her pleasure. She enjoyed it very much. Now it is a normal and expected part of our sexual lives. The same goes for many other tasks I found difficult and humiliating but have learned to get past it to serve her, but I know my submission is a choice. She knows my submission is a choice and loves every second of it.
I like this story; I feel the positive connection the couple can have in doing this.
For me I need the feeling of surrender, of being taken down by my loving partner, to open myself up. It’s not for everyone, but I’m glad space exists for stories like this.
This was not loved so much. Its ok I have thick skin.
Tora, thanks for being open to feedback.
I really like some of your work. It’s just that the trope of the guy suffering like this is not credible. And if any human put up with being treated like this, it’s not something I want to read about. ‘Real’ stories that are possible, feasible slices of kink life are much more fulfilling.
Chat gpt wrote this so obvious
This is nothing but TRASH!!
This story describes behavior that is quite a bit more aggressive than most I read on EYM. However, at the same time, it might be very titillating to those of us, who enjoy imagining the possible extremes of female and/or male domination.