"I'm telling you, he gets super excited whenever we have visits, so he's– There he is, my little tom cat!" Lisa spoke excitedly as she opened the door for Sophie, her newest date.
Sophie took in the sight of their living room first, the toys scattered on the carpet, their huge flat screen TV playing Cocomelon in a low volume, the faint scent of baby powder... And of course, Thomas, wearing his Sesame Street pajamas while he sat on the floor playing with his toy trains. When he acknowledged Sophie, his face turned pale and then red from embarrassment.
"Hi there, little buddy! Your mommy has told me a lot–" Sophie approached Thomas with an apologetic look on her face before he cut her off. "Lisa, what the fuck!? Don't, do not." He gulped, his normal voice deep and completely different from the baby voice he did for her a few hours ago. "I told you I didn't want to do any more of this cuckholding bullshit, I..." He completely ignored Sophie's presence, talking directly to his wife. His voice nervous. "I agreed to the baby thing if... If you didn't bring anyone else to the house anymore, yes? This is getting ridiculous!"
"Ah, just ignore him, he's unusually fussy today..." Lisa sighed. Thomas retorted to the second best option right now, which was pleading. "Noo, Lisa, baby... D-Don't... Don't cheat, please." The words felt sour in his mouth. "You don't have to do it. I swear, next time we have sex I-I won't complain when I have to eat you out. I'll even rub your clit while you ride me, so we both finish! That sounds good? Yeah?" He felt his ego shatter as he spoke. He was pleading for his wife to not cheat on him, with her date standing behind her, while he was dressed like a toddler and toy trains were scattered around him. He gulped. "Please don't cheat."
"We've talked about this, haven't we? Did I ever embarrass you in front of your dates whenever you came home pulling the same shit?" Thomas' eyes widened in embarrassment while Lisa aired their dirty laundry in front of Sophie, who was leaning against the doorframe with a face of absolute entertainment. "I never did, I just stood there and accepted it no matter how much it hurt. But how about now? The little guy can't take it when it happens to him?" Lisa snarled at him. "All I ask of you is to be fucking polite when we have visits."
"No buts, Thomas. You're going to apologize to her properly, after that you're getting corner time until we're both done in the bedroom. Understood?" Lisa crossed her arms as she stared back at Sophie, rolling her eyes. "I mean, if he didn't want this to happen in the first place, he would've done his job of being a decent husband properly since the beginning, right?"
They laughed, but Thomas was still sitting there appalled, wide-eyed. "What's up with that face? Get to it." It seemed like it was going to be a long night for Lisa's little boy...