What You Need

5. Dylan

FIVE

DYLAN

Since Leon came into their lives, everything changed, and nothing changed. He and Oliver woke up in the morning and went to work. They went grocery shopping. Dylan worked on woodworking projects and Oliver kept experimenting with the homemade pasta that was his current fixation.

But it felt like Leon was hovering behind every word they said to each other. Every interaction.

Their group text was active, the three of them in constant contact that ranged from complaining about work and how road construction was affecting traffic, to exchanging pictures and videos that Dylan was saving like a dragon hoarding gold.

He knew the number of people who were living nonmonogamous lives was higher than most people thought, and while he knew whatever they were going to do that first night at the sex club would be hot, he’d had no idea it would become something more. Something…fulfilling.

Oliver had his feet up in Dylan’s lap on the couch in the living room that night, a sitcom playing on the TV. They used the theater room for movies, where there was no talking. TV time was more casual. Dylan’s phone buzzed in his pocket, and Oliver picked his own phone up from the coffee table. Simultaneous texts meant Leon.

Oliver’s face went from a little sleepy as he relaxed in front of the TV in a post-dinner haze, to alert, his smile spreading across his whole face. There was something real happening between Oliver and Leon, and yes, it made Dylan unreasonably horny. But Dylan also couldn’t help but feel a little soft and protective about it.

“How’s Leon?”

“He’s stressed,” Oliver said, his eyebrows pinching. Dylan could easily fish his phone out of his pocket and read the conversation Leon and Oliver were having, but he enjoyed talking to Oliver about it directly. “Work is bananas right now, I guess. One of the lawyers at his firm retired and her caseload got spread out across the rest of the team, so he has new clients outside of his regular roster. Sounds awful.”

“Sounds like he might need someone to cheer him up.”

“It does,” Oliver agreed, face going from concerned to interested.

“How would you feel about having one-on-one time with him? Would that make you uncomfortable?”

“Are you busy this week?”

“No, I’m just…thinking it might be nice for him to take you on a date. A real date. Treat you right. Maybe take you back to his place.”

“And then you’d meet us there…?”

“And then you two do whatever you’re going to do. And when he drops you off at the end, you can tell me all about it.”

“Oh,” Oliver said, finally getting it. “I know you’re into watching us. Is it…more than just watching?”

“Honestly, I’m still figuring it out. Obviously, getting to watch the two of you together is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen before. I love you so consumingly. All I care about is your happiness and your pleasure. And…I kind of enjoy watching the chemistry you’re building with Leon outside of the bedroom, too.”

Oliver blushed. “I’m enjoying getting to know him.”

“I can tell,” Dylan said, smiling softly to reassure him. “If you’re comfortable with being one-on-one with him, and you want it, I want you to explore that. I want to be with you forever, Olly, and I want to give you everything.”

“You want me to go on a date with him, or you want me to date him?”

“Go on a date and see how it goes. I still want to continue being with you two most of the time. I’m not passing you off to him. But the idea of waiting for you at home while the two of you are away doing…something is hot.”

Oliver took a breath. There were complicated thoughts he knew Oliver was working through. Above all else, as Oliver kept reminding him, he didn’t want to hurt Dylan.

“Our marriage always comes first,” Oliver said, “but I’m interested.”

Dylan had a new text thread with just Leon, and the two of them spent days planning Leon’s date with Oliver. He’d needed no convincing, and while Dylan wasn’t concerned with Leon trying to steal Oliver before, he was somehow even less concerned now. Leon was exactly on the same page as them, and every idea he proposed was a way to link Dylan into the date. To play into the cuckolding that turned Dylan on so much.

And on that Friday night, Leon showed up in front of their house in his black BMW with a sport coat on, the buttons of his shirt open and leaving his neck on display.

Dylan and Oliver had spent nearly an hour picking out the perfect outfit for Oliver—dark jeans and a soft peach sweater.

The two of them met Leon at the door, and Oliver gave Dylan a kiss goodbye and Leon a kiss hello. Leon’s big hands wrapped around Oliver’s waist as the kiss went on much longer than a simple hello.

“Hey, Dyl. I’ll have him back home safe…pretty late,” Leon said, reaching a hand out to shake. Oliver had already melted into Leon’s side, looking up at him with big blue eyes.

And then they were off. Leon opened the passenger door for Oliver, and they pulled out of the driveway and into the night.

Dylan let out a shaky breath as he gave his hardening cock a squeeze. It would be a while before Oliver and Leon got around to doing anything sexy, but Dylan’s imagination was already going a mile a minute. And, well, he had the whole evening, so he headed upstairs, stripped naked, grabbed his favorite stroker and a bottle of lube, and cued up the collection of photos and videos he’d gained over the past few weeks, knowing that his collection would grow from the events of the evening.