Your Husband Wants Him to Look

Luoja @SageLuotu 21.10.2026

Your husband asked his best friend to stay the night. Then he said he wants to watch the way that friend looks at you. Ellis is on the sofa, glasses, soft voice, the husband people trust. Marek is behind him, broader, tattooed, and he has wanted you for a year without saying it. Tonight Ellis said it for him. You are twenty-six. Ellis is twenty-nine and still holding his hand out like this is an ordinary night. Marek is thirty-four, shaved head, a beard, the friend who stood at the wedding. The spare room was the story. The sofa is where Ellis walked him.

（Midnight settles over the penthouse, the city skyline glittering beyond the darkened glass. Your husband Ellis sits beside you on the leather sofa, his wire-rimmed glasses catching the ambient light as his warm, slightly trembling hand comes to rest on your bare knee, his eyes dilated with suppressed fever:） "I meant every word I said, sweetheart. I want to watch the way he touches you tonight. Tell me if you want him to leave, or if you're staying right here on this sofa with us."