St. Charles, Illinois, February 14th, 2026

With Fae gone out to wherever the hell, before leaving the kitchen table, Dylan opened her card to him first. Inside, in her feminine handwriting, it read,

"My one and only Dylan,

The symbol for Valentine's Day is a heart, but I think it should be a couple cuffed and chained together with no key. True love means being bound to someone forever, no matter what happens. Think about it, our love for our child isn't conditional, our love for ourselves isn't conditional, why should our love for our spouse be conditional? If it is conditional, then it doesn't count as true love. I will always love you no matter what you do or say. I hope you feel the same about me. Today, let's show one another how true our love is.

Even if the whole wide world should end, your wife,

Fae"

He set the card down on their table and took the box in hand. He undid the bow and popped it open. Inside was her wedding ring and a little note, "You can put it back on my finger after I come home and..."

He turned it over to read the opposite side, "... you fuck me like a punishment for taking it off."

The day went so badly. First, Dylan nearly forgot to drop off their baby at grandma's and had to turn around. He'd been waiting at the last red light before pulling into work when he adjusted the rear-view mirror and saw their bundle in the car seat. Exasperated U-turn. Once he'd finally made it back and pulled into his parking space, he texted and called Fae before going in. When she refused to reply or answer, he knew to give that up; there'd be no point trying. Then, stepping out of his car, he reached for his coffee only to realize he'd forgotten that also. No way! He started his mini-SUV back up and made a quick drive-thru run. Finally, with a warm beverage in his hand, he could get to work, and in working, he caught on to something. His work crush, Contessa, smelled so nice. Her pheromones hit his olfactory bulb, his sexual cortices fired their neurons and changed the chemical balance of his blood, doing much more than the caffeine for his mood. He got sight of Contessa's bust stretching the fabric of her blouse, he caught sight of her slender neckline, her flowing red hair, and her voice was too, too lovely. His mind was made up. He decided then he'd do his best to meet Fae's challenge for him.

But alas! It didn't come together for him; the flirty co-worker was a flop. Nope.

After leaving work, he tried again with another woman he knew, Bella, the only unrelated woman he'd always known. That didn't make a difference. She was a disaster, too.

Then he had his third and final go at it. Some chick named Nicole. The sun fell. Hours passed. Dylan found himself walking a date to her ride-share and saying goodbye in the most platonic, lame way.

Welp. Three strikes, you're out. That's that. Dylan drove home with a blank mind; he had failed. He had tried repeatedly with multiple women, but he had missed the mark. He was buried beneath multiple layers of sadness; first, that he had been rejected or thwarted so brutally, and that was its own pain. Then, the blow to his confidence and dragging his deflated ego, the slap to his face set him straight, that it was indeed not as easy for him to get laid as he had thought and boasted to his wife last night. And then a third layer, his wife would either go through with her condition and cheat on him... or she would have mercy and spare him. Either way was a humiliation, but he prayed for the lesser one; Fae would be satisfied to have made whatever point she was making, she'd renege on his penalty, and preserve her tight, wet, hairy pussy exclusively for him. And then, maybe because he had tried to cheat on her, she would keep her end of the deal and tell him if she had ever cheated on him, clarity at last, which he hoped very, very much she would tell him, and for it to be true, that she hadn't. Thinking on it as he drove, that would be the best ending; to find that after everything imagined and real, they were still in an unbroken, mutually monogamous marriage. He breathed a sigh of relief just to anticipate such a happy ending to this awful day.

And then he saw a sight that made his heart jump with celebration. Up ahead, upon turning the corner onto his street, he saw in his headlights that Fae's vehicle was in their driveway. Yes! It wasn't yet midnight, and she was already home?! Yes, she must be inside waiting. She'll probably make fun of him for trying and flubbing it up, and they can have a laugh at his expense. But you know what? That'd be fine!

Dylan parked next to Fae's car and happily entered, with pep in his step. At the opening of the front door, he saw a trail of candles and rose petals leading to the living room. The aroma, the dim lighting, it was so loving and hot. He sported a semi, realizing he was about to get laid.

"Fae! Hon!?" he chuckled to himself. He closed the door behind him and followed the rose petals and candles into the living room. And then, looking into the dark living room, he saw black hair hanging over the sofa armrest. He came around and, as his eyes adjusted, he spoke, "I'm so happy to see you home."

And a woman's voice answered, "You are? Happier than if you saw your wife at home?"

Dylan was stunned. He squinted to see who was lying on his sofa. "Mia!?"

She opened the blanket to reveal herself, smiling ear-to-ear, wearing the most racy, lacy, red lingerie he'd seen in his life, "I've been waiting here like this for hours, Dylan."

Dylan stepped back, almost tripping over the low coffee table. "What are you doing here? And what are you wearing?!"

"Alright. Chill. I came over to help you win Fae's challenge. But it's 11:58. Can you do it in like... 90 seconds?" Mia pulled a bra strap down her shoulder.

Dylan's eyes widened, and he bolted. He began searching the house, to the kitchen and the dining room, then the bathroom, and up the stairs to the bedrooms. "Fae! Fae?!"

Mia waited on the sofa until he returned. "She's not here. She had me take her car, but I came alone."

Dylan refused. "Really, Mia, I'm not playing. Where is she?"

Mia took her phone from her purse on the side table and tapped on it. "Look." His TV came on, lighting the room in its glow.

Dylan turned and saw Fae's face. "Baby?"

"Hello Dylan. Did you win?" she had to know.

"Win? Uh. No. Where are you?" he had to know.

"Out. We got a room. Dylan, take a seat," she said, her face filling the screen.

Dylan complied, stepping back and sitting down on the edge of the sofa. Mia scooted closer to him, gently placing her hand on his knee.

"It's after midnight, Dylan. And, so, you didn't win. But did you try?" she asked with somber disappointment.

Dylan's attention split between nearly-nude Mia's hand on his knee, her bare thigh pressed against his, and Fae on the TV. He answered, "Yes, I tried. But I couldn't do it. You were right, I guess I'm not as smooth as I thought."

Fae smiled warmly, "Who?"

Mia interjected, "Yeah, but who?"

Dylan scratched his head in embarrassment. "Who? Oh. Contessa, she's a co-worker. And Bella, my mom's friend's daughter, I grew up with. And Nicole."

Fae spoke for him, "I expected Contessa, she's his work wife with the huge tits. She's the one you wanted most, right, Dylan? You probably hoped you could take her to a conference room and bend her over the table. Bella is a fat, ugly, never-kissed virgin. She's the one you thought would be easiest, I bet, given the romantic holiday and that she's known you since before either of you can remember. And Nicole? Who's Nicole, honey?"

"Nicole is a woman I met online today. She looked so loose and promiscuous on her profile. I was sure if anybody would put out on a first date, it'd be her." Dylan recounted.

Fae nodded, "Don't judge a book by its cover."

"But why no luck with Bella?" Mia asked.

"I kissed her, and she pulled away, she started crying, and she invited me to church tomorrow." Dylan shrugged. "She said she wants my marriage to work out, and said that through God, miracles can happen."

Mia ripped on him, "You needed a miracle today. Did you try praying for pussy?"

Fae seemed a little concerned. "Oh gosh, if Bella tells her mom she'll tell your mom and..."

Dylan shook his head. "No, she's not like that. Bella won't say a word."

Mia held her hand over her growing smile, "She's a very good woman, I like this Bella bitch. She leads not into temptation, and she doesn't snitch. But why couldn't you consummate your work marriage?"

Dylan gave an anxious expression, "Contessa, well, she accused me of calling her into the office on a Saturday, knowing nobody would be there but us two, all to take advantage of my position over her. I begged her down on my knees not to report me to HR or litigate."

Again, Fae was concerned for a moment. "Will it be OK, Dylan?"

Dylan shrugged. "She said she'd try to forget it happened. Contessa and I are close, just not as close as I imagined."

Mia rubbed his knee in cruel sympathy. "Reality check. Getting friend-zoned at work is such, such beta energy. Oof."

Fae nodded in sympathy, "Honey, that's OK. I find you irresistible. And because you tried, and I believe you tried, I'll tell you the truth about my girls' night out last month. Are you ready?"

Dylan's insides knotted up, and Mia's hand sneakily slid up toward his crotch. "I'm ready. Please tell me."

Fae nodded. "Dylan, I never cheated on you that night or ever."

Dylan's tension eased. "Really?"

Fae smiled. "Really. I swear. Whatever you thought was purely in your head. Are you glad to learn that?"

Mia objected, inspecting Dylan's face closely, "Fae-fae, he doesn't believe you."

Fae furrowed her brow on the screen. "You don't believe me, Dylan?"

Dylan rushed to assure her, "No! I mean, yes, I do believe you!"

Fae bit her fingertip in doubt. "I always believe you, because you're my husband. Are you actually happy to learn I've been loyal?"

Mia did her best to be bad. "She's telling you the truth, Dylan. I was there, I saw everything. I tried to get Fae to let herself go, to go crazy. But she wouldn't."

Dylan nodded and felt Mia's hand now, softly but thoroughly, on his groin. "I am happy to learn that. But Fae, come home."

Fae shook her head. "I can't. Not yet. I have something to do first."

Dylan became conscious of Mia groping at his growing bulge, he took her by her wrist and pressed her hand away. "Fae? Do something? Do what? Come home!"

Fae's face shook in the negative on the television screen. "Dylan, let Mia help you."

Mia helped herself to Dylan's pants button and zipper. He allowed it. "Fae?"

"I need to see Mia helping you first, and then I can show you something too." Fae made a sad pouting face. "I don't want you to feel bad when you see me tonight, Dylan. I want you to feel very good."

Dylan submitted to Mia's hands; she tugged his pants down to his ankles and then his briefs, and his cock stood and bobbed in his lap. Mia commented, "There... there he is."

Fae's eyes watched, big and amber on the screen, seeing everything on her phone through the TV camera. "Let Mia help you."

Mia began to handle Dylan's dick, slowly, and she fondled his sack. "Fae-fae, he's just like you described."

Fae then cleared her throat, her eyes became pink and wet, "Honey. I'm surprised you didn't ask Mia today. You called her the sluttiest woman you've ever met. And between you and me, she's had a crush on you since forever. You would have won our race if you'd just hit her up. It's too bad for you that you didn't think of that, though. Oh well."

Mia smiled, "Really? Me? The sluttiest woman you've ever met?"

Dylan lay back on his sofa as Mia continued her hand-job on him, her breasts jiggling in her undersized, tight red bra with each jack-jack-jack. "I want to tell you everything about today, Fae."

Fae smiled and sniffled. "I can tell you the truth about my girls' night out. A few hot college guys at the bar tried really hard to get me to go with them, and I turned them all down. I did stay out, but I slept by myself on a sofa. I didn't cheat on you, not a tiny bit."

Mia shook her head. "I still don't understand why you didn't go with them. The one in the white jeans had the nicest ass. And his arms, too... oh my fucking god. And his tall friend with the long hair and dimples, he was so cute. Wasn't he? They were too much."

Dylan felt guilty and stupid to have suspected her so intensely, "Thank you for telling me. I'm sorry."

Fae tied her hair back and cleared her bangs out of her face, "But today, Dylan, you tried to cheat on me."

Mia was dousing him with gasoline. "Oh shit. You did try, didn't you?"

"And while you didn't succeed, the attempt reveals your intent to me. You showed me that you don't really care if our mutual monogamy survives, but you're only selfishly concerned that you're not the one cheated on, even if it means you have to cheat on me." Fae scolded him harshly.

Mia relished it. "That's so incredibly bad. What kind of husband would even?"

"I'm sorry, Fae. I shouldn't have tried." Dylan endured the pleasure of Mia's work on him, but she gave his glans a quick, tight, angry pinch between her index and thumb, causing his knees to knock together in brief pain. "Erph."

Mia gave him a quick scowl and returned to stroking him, "You deserve that."

Fae gestured to someone off camera. "I want you to learn your lesson now. You're going to see it's not the end of the world, you'll adapt and have to live with it, that it happened. Because now, it's going to happen. I'm going to do it, Dylan, right now."

Dylan clenched up his fists, his teeth, and his ass, and he grunted, "No. Please. Wait."

Opening his eyes to regard Mia's jiggling cleavage and Fae sitting in her hotel room, on his living room television, he saw a shirtless man come into frame. "Fae! Who is that!?"

"He's just some guy, babe," and she ran her hands over the stranger's chest and abs. "You don't know him. I hardly know him."

Mia whispered in Dylan's ear, "Tell her you love her, maybe she'll stop. It's not too late."

"I love you, Fae!" he tried.

"And I love you, Dylan," she reciprocated, but continued clawing about her paramour's torso and arms, then hooking her fingers in his shorts, she pulled them down. A new cock sprang out and pointed upward into her face.

Mia whispered in a mock desperation, "Oh no... she's going to suck on it. Don't let her take it."

Fae looked into the camera for her husband's approval. "Tell me it's OK for me to suck him, Dylan. If you do, I'll tell Mia it's fine with me for her to suck you."

Dylan looked at Mia, slut, and adored her lips. But he resisted. "I can't give you permission."

Fae shrugged. "Well enough." And opened her mouth wide, and without a second more of hesitation, she docked her face with the stranger's cock. "Mmmppph."

Dylan tensed, and though he turned his face away, his eyes remained nailed to the screen. He couldn't form words, only a sound of protest meeting ecstasy, "Errrrmmmn... nooo."

Mia's smile was so wide she looked almost manic, and she slowed her stroke not to make him cum too early, "That's it. Dylan, that's it. That's the first cock she's had in her mouth since yours."

Mia licked her lips and pressed her mouth to Dylan's ear, "It looks so good between her lips, Dylan. You have to kiss her later. Remember, she had that dick between her wet lips when you kiss her again."

Fae reared back to regard the stranger's cock, now slick and gleaming with her saliva. She ran her finger up the length of it, then gently tapped the glans, steadying it and looking down her nose almost cross-eyed. "I want this inside me, Dylan."

Dylan's voice was so pained, it shook, "Babe, I... I..."

Fae saw Dylan becoming overwhelmed, and she looked at him with sympathy. "I don't think you can handle watching him enter my... here." She reached down between her crotch, cupping her groin, then running the tip of her middle finger between her moist slit.

Dylan pleaded, "Then come home. Stop and come home."

Fae shook her head, her voice soft and sympathetic, "I think it's time for me to hang up."

"Fae!" Dylan sprang up. Mia almost lost her balance and fell off the sofa, onto the floor, but steadied herself with a chuckle.

"Oh?" Fae stopped just shy of pressing the end video call icon.

"Don't end the call!" Dylan blurt.

"You don't want me to hang up?" Fae cocked an eyebrow.

"No," Dylan answered.

"Then do you want to see more? Do you want to watch?" Fae offered.

"No, but I don't want you to hang up." he clasped his face in his palms.

"I think I can understand. So. OK. Listen." Fae made sure she had his attention, nearing the camera.

"I'm listening, Fae... tell me." he braced himself.

Fae paused, bit her bottom lip, and then brushed her bangs out of her face. She said, "If you cum in Mia's hand, I'll leave the call on. I'll let you see everything. Unless, I guess, unless you don't want to see everything."

He paused and gave it a minute. He looked at Mia, her eyebrow cocked, her expression imploring him to go along with it. He looked at Fae on screen, still caressing her paramour. He was trapped, but he judged that he would rather not be trapped and blind. "OK." And there Dylan lay back, arms out, one around Mia's bare waist, as she began pounding his dick. Beat-beat-beat. She pressed and kneaded his sack, gripping his nuts together firmly, she leaned in to kiss his neck, and she whispered to him, "You actually want to see her do it, Dylan?"

Dylan nodded, "Yes. If she's going to do it... then yes."

Mia laughed loudly, right in his ear, "Ha! Fae, I told you. I told you. You know, I told you he would want to watch. They all want to see, little curious hubby."

Fae watched silently, turning to regard the stranger go and lie in the hotel bed behind her, and then back again to watch Mia and Dylan at home. "Do you like Mia, babe?"

"Mm-no." Dylan could barely speak, the rhythmic sensation of Mia's hand up and down his cock, her hair brushing against him, her cleavage rippling with each hammering motion, and then, of course, the sight of Fae on screen, ready to get fucked by another man. It was so much all at once, he felt his pelvic muscles and perineum tensing, contracting, and he would cum soon. It was going to happen. He was going to... here it came. He leaned his head back, eyes closed. "Mmmrrrm" and out and out and out it spurt.

Mia gasped in delight, "Huh? Oh? Goood! Look at you!" She raised her hand for Fae to see, coated in her husband's white man-slime. "Fae, he nutted all over me. It's on your sofa, the floor, everywhere."

Fae nodded, Mia grabbed up Dylan's wadded briefs and wiped her hand off on them aggressively, "But, you get to watch her now, Dylan. Defeat is sweet. I'm excited for you."

Fae adjusted her phone to give Dylan a view of the hotel bed. There, sitting against the headboard, a terribly attractive, lean man he'd never seen sat nude and watched silently as Fae stood and undressed. Fae turned to look into the camera. For a moment, she said nothing, and Dylan said nothing. They only locked eyes, deep, prolonged eye contact. Then she said, "It's one time. Right?"

Dylan repeated her words, soundlessly, "Right."

She turned to the stranger, and crawled up the middle of the hotel bed on her hands and knees, right onto him, giving Dylan a view of her bare ass motion right-left-right, then of her positioning and straddling. She reached down between them to guide the phallic implement of their coupling. Dylan froze in awe as he witnessed another man's cock, just the tip, tentatively meet Fae's open pussy, circling its entrance, poised to penetrate.