What He Saw Pt. 02: The New Rules

Eli wasn't sure when it changed -- when his home, his marriage, stopped being about just him and Melissa.

When their bond, their laughter, their little world, quietly became something... bigger. Darker.

Better for her.

It started small: Ava crashing on their couch for a weekend.

Ava's playful teasing at dinner.

Melissa giggling and touching her arm too often.

Eli noticed the glances first.

Then the casual touches.

Then, one night, the three of them shared too much wine, and Ava kissed Melissa full on the mouth.

And Melissa kissed her back.

That was the beginning.

And Eli -- somehow -- never said no.

*****

Tonight was different.

Tonight, it felt planned.

Melissa was dressed differently -- simple but devastating. A soft white tank top, no bra, nipples peeking through, and tiny cotton shorts that barely covered anything.

Ava sprawled on the couch like she owned it, wine glass dangling from two fingers, bare legs stretched out.

Eli sat perched awkwardly in an armchair, already feeling the burn of shame low in his stomach.

"Come here, Liss," Ava purred lazily, crooking a finger.

Melissa glanced at Eli, biting her lip -- then obeyed.

She straddled Ava's lap boldly, facing her, giggling when Ava's hands immediately slid up the backs of her thighs.

They kissed -- slow and deep -- right in front of him.

Eli's breath caught.

He knew he should look away.

He couldn't.

Ava's hands wandered higher, cupping Melissa's ass, squeezing it possessively.

Melissa whimpered into her mouth.

Eli shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his cock stirring helplessly.

Ava broke the kiss first, grinning.

"Our little audience is enjoying himself," she said, glancing over Melissa's shoulder at Eli.

Melissa turned her head and smiled -- sweet, open, devastating.

"Is that okay, baby?" she asked softly. "If we...?"

Eli nodded without speaking.

Melissa beamed and kissed Ava again -- more hungrily this time.

Ava's hands slid under Melissa's tank top, pushing it up, revealing her perfect, full breasts.

They were flushed, nipples stiff, practically begging to be touched.

Ava didn't hesitate.

She bent down and sucked one nipple into her mouth, making Melissa gasp and arch her back.

Eli whimpered, his fists clenching.

"God, you're beautiful," Ava murmured between kisses. "So fucking perfect."

Melissa whimpered, grinding against Ava's thigh.

Eli watched, helpless, as Ava worshiped his wife's body -- teasing, sucking, pinching her nipples until Melissa was panting and writhing on her lap.

"You want more, baby?" Ava teased, slipping one hand down the front of Melissa's shorts.

Melissa choked on a gasp and nodded frantically.

Ava laughed softly and pushed her hand deeper, fingers finding Melissa's soaked core.

"Goddamn," she purred. "So wet. Poor thing. You've been neglected, haven't you?"

Melissa whimpered and shook her head -- but her hips bucked against Ava's hand shamelessly.

Ava turned to Eli, smirking.

"You hearing that, pet?" she taunted. "How wet she is for me? How easy?"

Eli flushed, swallowing hard.

Ava fingered Melissa slowly at first, teasing her, making her whimper and gasp and grind.

"Say it," Ava commanded softly. "Say who's making you feel this good."

"You are," Melissa sobbed. "Oh god, Ava, you are--"

Ava smiled lazily and curled her fingers deep inside Melissa, hitting something that made her scream.

Eli flinched.

"Not so hard to make her come, is it, pet?" Ava mocked sweetly.

Melissa sobbed openly now, her thighs trembling, her body jerking helplessly in Ava's lap.

Eli watched, rock hard, helpless, as his wife fell apart for another woman.

Melissa cried out, clinging to Ava's shoulders, her whole body locking up as pleasure tore through her.

Ava fucked her through it mercilessly, her fingers relentless.

Melissa collapsed against her finally, gasping and shaking, completely undone.

Ava cradled her gently for a moment, stroking her hair.

"Good girl," she murmured. "You needed that, didn't you?"

Melissa whimpered and nodded.

Ava caught Eli's eye again and smiled -- slow, wicked.

"And you needed to see it."

Eli nodded silently, throat too tight to speak.

Ava kissed Melissa's temple tenderly, then lifted her head.

"Now," she said, voice low and dangerous, "we show him how a real woman takes care of someone properly."

She rose from the couch, cradling Melissa easily, and carried her toward the bedroom.

"Follow, pet," she called over her shoulder.

Eli stumbled after them, heart pounding, cock aching.

He didn't know exactly what was coming.

But he knew he wouldn't -- couldn't -- say no.

*****

The bedroom smelled like sex before anything even started -- thick and sweet and heady.

Ava dropped Melissa onto the bed like a doll.

Melissa giggled, sprawling out, hair wild, skin flushed.

Eli stood awkwardly by the door, hands trembling slightly.

Ava kicked off her shorts casually and tugged a small black harness out from her overnight bag.

Attached to it -- thick, heavy, glistening -- was a long, intimidating strap-on.

Eli's mouth went dry.

Ava caught his stare immediately.

She grinned wickedly.

"Bigger than you, pet," she teased, tapping the shaft lightly against her palm.

Melissa giggled again, wriggling on the bed.

"You ready, baby?" Ava asked her sweetly.

Melissa nodded eagerly.

Ava turned back to Eli, smirking.

"Watch closely," she said. "Maybe you'll learn something."

She climbed onto the bed, kneeling between Melissa's spread thighs.

Eli's cock throbbed painfully in his pants.

Ava teased the head of the strap-on along Melissa's soaked folds, tapping lightly, making her squirm.

"You want it, don't you?" Ava murmured.

"Please," Melissa whimpered, spreading herself shamelessly.

Ava chuckled and pushed the thick head against her entrance -- slow, relentless pressure -- until it popped inside.

Melissa cried out, arching her back, her full breasts bouncing beautifully.

Ava slid deeper, inch by thick inch, until her hips were flush against Melissa's ass.

"Fuck," Melissa sobbed. "So full..."

Ava grinned down at her.

"Not used to being stretched properly, huh, baby?"

She glanced at Eli meaningfully.

Eli flushed deep red but couldn't tear his eyes away.

Ava pulled out slowly, making Melissa whimper, then slammed back in hard enough to make the bed creak.

Melissa screamed -- high, broken, beautiful.

Ava fucked her hard and deep, relentless, forcing Melissa to take every inch.

Melissa clutched at the sheets, her thighs shaking, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.

Eli knelt by the door, watching helplessly, painfully hard, heart breaking and swelling at once.

"You hear her, pet?" Ava taunted breathlessly. "Hear how good she sounds when she's actually full?"

Melissa cried out again, clawing at Ava's shoulders.

"You're so good," she sobbed. "So good, Ava, please--"

Ava laughed lowly, pounding into her harder.

Eli whimpered aloud without meaning to.

Ava heard -- of course she heard.

She looked over Melissa's shoulder at him, smiling wickedly.

"Touch yourself if you want, pet," she said sweetly. "It won't help."

Eli obeyed, shoving his hand into his pants, desperate, pathetic.

Melissa came hard minutes later -- sobbing, gasping, clutching Ava desperately.

Ava fucked her through it mercilessly, her strokes never slowing.

Melissa screamed again, body locking up, juices squirting around the strap-on, soaking her thighs and the sheets.

Eli cried out softly, cumming helplessly into his pants just from watching.

Ava grinned wider.

"Pathetic," she said lovingly.

She finally pulled out, the thick strap-on glistening with Melissa's wetness.

Melissa lay boneless on the bed, panting, glowing.

Ava unbuckled the harness and tossed it aside carelessly.

The strap-on landed a few feet away from Eli -- slick, glistening, obscene.

Eli stared at the discarded strap-on, trembling.

Without thinking, he crawled forward on his hands and knees, heart pounding, cock twitching uselessly against his ruined pants.

He leaned down and licked tentatively at the shaft --

desperate for a taste of Melissa, desperate for anything.

"Aw, would you look at that," Ava cooed mockingly.

Eli froze -- caught.

Melissa lifted her head weakly, her flushed face framed by wild hair, her breathing still ragged.

She saw him.

Ava sauntered over, laughing low under her breath.

"You just can't help yourself, can you, pet?" she teased. "Pathetic little thing."

She picked up the strap-on casually, dangling it by the harness, the shaft still glistening wet.

"Since you're so eager..." she purred, kneeling down beside him.

"Clean it properly."

Eli whimpered -- but he opened his mouth obediently when Ava shoved the slick toy against his lips.

"Lick every inch," she ordered sweetly. "Tongue and lips. Show us how grateful you are."

Eli licked -- slow, desperate, tasting Melissa, tasting shame, tasting everything he'd lost.

Ava smiled wider, glancing over at Melissa, who lay sprawled on the bed watching lazily, still glowing.

"You see, baby?" Ava said. "He knows where he belongs."

Melissa giggled softly.

"Good boy," she murmured, voice thick with satisfaction.

Eli flushed deeper but kept licking, his tongue sliding along the shaft, his lips wrapping around it, his whole body trembling with humiliation.

Ava tugged his hair sharply, forcing him to look up at her.

"Hard again already, pet?" she said mockingly, nodding down at the obvious bulge tenting his ruined pants.

Eli whimpered.

Melissa giggled again, her hand drifting lazily across her stomach.

"So desperate," Ava said, laughing softly. "So broken."

She shoved the shaft deeper into Eli's mouth, making him gag slightly.

"That's it," she purred. "Take it. Worship it."

Eli sucked and licked, tasting everything, burning with humiliation and shame and -- somewhere deep inside -- pride.

When Ava finally pulled the strap-on away, it was spotless.

Eli sat back on his heels, gasping, face flushed, lips wet.

Melissa smiled at him -- warm, devastating.

"You're such a good boy," she said softly.

Eli's heart ached at the tenderness in her voice.

Until she added, just as softly:

"Not as good as Ava is at making me come... but still good."

Ava laughed -- rich and low.

Melissa giggled again, stretching luxuriously on the bed, looking utterly sated, utterly satisfied.

Eli knelt there silently, hard, spent, broken -- and still hopelessly, helplessly theirs.

Ava tossed the strap-on aside carelessly, standing tall over Eli.

She grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back, forcing him to meet her eyes.

"You'll never be enough for her," she whispered almost kindly. "And that's okay."

Melissa giggled sleepily from the bed.

"I still love you, baby," she said sweetly, her voice lilting with post-orgasm haze. "You're still mine."

Eli whimpered softly, tears burning behind his eyes --

not from cruelty, but from the rawness of it all.

Ava smiled and released him, letting him drop back to his knees.

She sauntered over to the bed and crawled up beside Melissa, pulling her into a lazy, sated kiss.

Melissa moaned softly into her mouth, her hand wandering to Ava's hip.

They kissed for long minutes, slow and deep, as if Eli wasn't even there.

When they finally pulled apart, Ava looked down at him again -- smiling, affectionate, cruel.

"Be a good boy," she said lightly. "Strip."

Eli obeyed, trembling hands fumbling with the buttons, peeling off his ruined clothes.

He knelt naked and humiliated at the foot of the bed, his softening cock twitching uselessly against his thigh.

Melissa beckoned him forward with a sleepy smile.

He crawled to her without hesitation.

She cupped his face gently and kissed his forehead -- soft, lingering.

"Thank you for loving me," she whispered. "Thank you for letting me be happy."

Eli blinked hard, trying to hold himself together.

Melissa guided his head down -- resting it carefully on her bare thigh.

He nuzzled against her skin, breathing her in, burning with love and shame and need.

Ava stroked his hair lazily.

"You're ours now," she murmured.

"Always," Melissa agreed, stroking his cheek tenderly.

Eli closed his eyes, surrendering completely.

No words left.

No pride.

Only devotion.

Only belonging.

Only theirs.