I lean against the counter, watching Zack's hand drift to Sienna's lower back as he says something that makes her laugh. That high, tinkling sound that probably drove me crazy in high school. Now it just feels like background noise, static to fill the empty spaces of a 1 AM shift.
My phone sits heavy in my pocket. Emily texted an hour ago. Just a simple "I love you, baby" with a heart emoji. Normal. Sweet. Except I can't stop thinking about what she offered me earlier this week.
Sloppy seconds.
The phrase sits in my brain like a stone, cold and uncomfortable. A normal person would be disgusted, right? The idea of fucking your wife after another man's already finished inside her. After she's been used and marked and filled with someone else's cum.
My cock twitches in my work pants, betraying me completely.
"Fuck," I mutter under my breath, adjusting myself as discreetly as possible.
Zack's laugh booms across the empty store. He's leaning over the counter now, his face way too close to Sienna's. She's eating it up, twirling that blonde hair around her finger in a way that's definitely deliberate. I should probably care more about the fact that she's not actually working, but honestly, what's the point? It's 1 AM at a Quick Mart. We've had maybe three customers in the last hour.
I sigh, the sound coming out heavier than I intend. My reflection stares back at me from the glass doors, dark circles under my eyes, uniform hanging slightly loose on my frame. I look tired. I look like someone who's seriously considering watching his wife get fucked by a stranger so he can reclaim her afterward.
Is that really who I am now?
The shame sits in my gut like spoiled food. Not enough to make me sick, just enough to remind me it's there. That I should probably feel worse about this than I do. That wanting to watch Emily get used, wanting to fuck her while she's still full of someone else, marks me as something broken. Depraved.
I'm still lost in my own head when I realize Sienna's disappeared. Must've slipped off to the bathroom while I was spiraling about my fucked-up kinks. I move back behind the register on autopilot, muscle memory guiding me to my usual spot.
Now it's just me and Zack.
He's still leaning against the counter, but his attention's shifted from where Sienna was standing to me. Up close like this, without the buffer of his girlfriend's flirting, I can actually see him properly. His flannel's worn but clean, work boots scuffed from actual labor rather than fashion. There's a tiredness around his eyes that matches my own, the kind that comes from grinding through life rather than coasting.
He honestly doesn't seem like a bad guy at all.
"Hey, Dan," he says, straightening up slightly.
"What's up?"
"Check this out." There's excitement in his voice, boyish and eager.
I glance up, and he's already got his phone out, screen facing me. My eyes register what I'm seeing before my brain can catch up.
Sienna. Completely naked. Sitting up on what looks like their bed, blonde curls wild around her shoulders, holding up two peace signs with a grin that's equal parts playful and satisfied. And between her spread thighs, visible and unmistakable, cum dripping out of her pussy in thick rivulets.
My throat goes dry.
She's hot. That's the first coherent thought my brain manages to produce. High school me would have literally paid this guy for a copy of that picture. Would've treasured it like some kind of holy relic, probably worn the image out from using it so many times.
But I'm not high school me anymore.
"Zack." His name comes out flat, confused. "What are you doing?"
His grin widens, completely oblivious to my discomfort. "Sexy, right?"
I stare at him, then back at the phone, then at him again. The image is still there, Sienna's satisfied expression frozen on the screen. My cock gives an interested twitch despite my confusion, my body responding to the visual even as my brain tries to figure out what the fuck is happening right now.
"I mean..." I start, then stop. What am I supposed to say? Yes, your girlfriend's hot, thanks for showing me a picture of her pussy full of your cum? "Why are you showing me this?"
Zack laughs, this easy sound that suggests he does this all the time. "Sienna said you were cool about the whole swinger thing. Figured you'd appreciate it." He looks back at the phone with obvious pride. "She's fucking gorgeous, man."
"I'm not sure you should go around showing people pictures of your..."
"No, no, it's cool," Zack interrupts, waving his hand dismissively. "She doesn't care. Seriously."
I nod awkwardly, my eyes darting away from the phone screen. The image is still there, burned into my retinas now whether I want it or not. "Okay?"
"You want to see more?" He's already swiping, his thumb moving across the screen with practiced ease.
I consider it. Actually consider it, which probably says something fucked up about me. My brain churns through the implications, weighing curiosity against appropriateness, high school fantasies against current reality. The silence stretches just long enough to become uncomfortable.
"No thanks, man," I finally say.
Zack's grin doesn't falter. If anything, it widens. "Dude, it's fine. It's not awkward for us at all." He leans in slightly, lowering his voice like he's sharing a secret. "She likes being seen like this. We swing all the time. This is nothing."
The casual way he says it makes my head spin. Like showing friends explicit photos of his girlfriend is just another Tuesday night activity. Maybe in their world it is.
"We've got a whole community," Zack continues, pocketing his phone finally. "Other couples who get it, you know? Who understand that sex doesn't have to be this possessive, jealous thing." His eyes light up with genuine enthusiasm. "It's liberating, man. Being able to fuck so many different women. It's awesome."
"Do you ever watch Sienna with other men?" The question leaves my mouth before I can stop it. Genuine curiosity mixed with something else I can't quite name. If I'm going down this rabbit hole with Emily, maybe understanding how it works for someone like Zack could help.
Zack's expression shifts slightly, something flickering across his face that might be discomfort. He scratches the back of his neck, his easy confidence faltering for just a second.
"Not really," he says, and there's something careful in his tone now. "I mean, I know she does. Obviously. But when we're at parties or whatever, I'm usually more focused on the women I'm with."
The admission hangs between us. I watch him closely, catching the way his jaw tightens slightly, the way his eyes don't quite meet mine when he says it.
"You don't like watching?" I press, needing to understand.
"It's not that I don't like it." He shrugs, but the gesture looks forced. "It's just... easier, you know? If I'm busy with someone else, I don't have to think about what she's doing. We both get what we want that way."
Something clicks in my brain. He's not like me at all. He wants the variety, the freedom to fuck whoever catches his eye. The swinging thing is just his excuse to do it guilt-free while keeping Sienna around.
"Makes sense," I say, though I'm not sure it does. Not for me, anyway.
Zack's posture relaxes, like I've given him permission to drop the subject. "Yeah, man. It works for us." He glances toward the bathroom where Sienna disappeared. "She gets her fun, I get mine. Nobody's jealous because we're both doing the same thing."
Except he does seem jealous. Just a little. Just enough that he'd rather not watch her with other men, would rather keep himself occupied so he doesn't have to confront whatever feelings surface when he sees another man's hands on his girlfriend.
The bathroom door swings open and Sienna emerges, her blonde curls freshly fluffed. She catches us talking and her face lights up.
Sienna bounces back to the counter, her eyes darting between us with obvious curiosity. "Did you ask him?"
Zack laughs, but it comes out strained, awkward. His hand goes to the back of his neck again, that tell I've already learned means he's uncomfortable. "Not yet."
My stomach clenches. Ask me what?
Sienna rolls her eyes, but she's smiling. She leans against the counter next to Zack, her shoulder bumping against his. "Your wife's a complete smoke show," she says, turning those brown eyes on me. "And you're super chill about stuff. So we were thinking..." She trails off, glancing at Zack expectantly.
Zack clears his throat, his hand still rubbing the back of his neck. "Maybe we could switch one night?"
The words hang in the air between us, loaded with implications I'm not ready to unpack. My brain stutters, trying to process what he's actually suggesting. Switch. Like trading partners. Like I'd fuck Sienna while Zack...
The image of Emily with someone else slams into my consciousness with devastating force. Not a video this time. Not safely contained on a screen. Real. In the same room. Happening right in front of me while I'm buried inside someone else.
My cock twitches in my pants, answering before my brain can catch up.
"Like in the same room?" The question comes out rougher than I intend, my throat suddenly dry.
Zack shakes his head. "Not usually. Unless that's something you're like, adamant about?"
I process this. He wants to keep it separate. Doesn't want to watch Sienna with me any more than he wants to watch her with anyone else. The realization settles in my gut, cold and clarifying.
"Do you wear condoms?" I ask, my voice coming out flat.
"Always," Zack says immediately. Then he pauses, his eyes searching my face. "Unless... is your wife cool without it?"
The answer hits me like ice water. I shake my head, the motion almost involuntary. Something in my chest tightens, twists, and suddenly I'm seeing this whole thing with brutal clarity.
I don't want this.
I'm not a swinger. I don't want variety or freedom or the thrill of someone new.
What I want is Emily. Just Emily.
I'd be a terrible swinger anyway, I realize with sudden certainty. Even if we were in the same room, even if I was buried inside Sienna's pussy while living out every high school fantasy I ever had, my eyes would only be on Emily. Watching her face, reading her reactions, making sure she was okay. Making sure she was still mine.
"I'm sorry," I say, the words coming out firmer than anything I've said tonight. "I'm not interested in swinging."
Disappointment crashes across both their faces simultaneously. Zack's easy grin falters, and Sienna's shoulders sag slightly.
"You sure, man?" Zack asks, and there's genuine disbelief in his voice. "I mean, Sienna's pussy is literally a ten out of ten." He says it so casually, like he's trying to sell me a car instead of his girlfriend.
My face heats up despite myself. "Yeah, no... I appreciate the offer though."
Zack nods slowly, processing the rejection. "Well, if you ever change your mind, just let me know."
"Alright."
The silence that follows feels heavy, awkward in a way it wasn't before. Sienna's studying me with those brown eyes, and I can see the wheels turning in her head. She looks confused more than anything else, like she can't quite figure out why anyone would turn down what they're offering.
"Is it because you're jealous?" she asks suddenly, her head tilting slightly. "Like, you don't want to share your wife?"
"Sure." The lie comes out quickly and easily. Anything to move the conversation on.