Rating:

Explicit

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No Archive Warnings Apply

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F/M

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Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types

Relationships:

Cliff Marlow | Cliff Marleau/Hayden Pike/Jackie Pike, Cliff Marlow | Cliff Marleau/Hayden Pike, Hayden Pike/Jackie Pike

Characters:

Cliff Marlow | Cliff Marleau, Hayden Pike, Jackie Pike

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Threesome - F/M/M, Established Relationship, Voyeurism, Watching, Oral Sex, Orgasm Control, Praise Kink, Bisexual Cliff Marlow | Cliff Marleau, Confused Hayden Pike, Submissive Hayden Pike, Brat Tamer Cliff Marleau, Bratty Hayden Pike, Dom/sub Undertones, Aftercare, Hayden in the Cuck Chair, Porn with Feelings, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Shameless Smut, Smut, Not Beta Read, Vaginal Sex, Blow Jobs, Cunnilingus, Monsieur Marleau loves Paris

Language:

English

Series:

Part 2 of The Talented Mr. Marleau

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Published: 2026-04-08 Words: 6,952 Chapters: 1/1

Watch and Learn

Summary

Hayden decides to bring in a little extra help to bring some heat back to his and Jackie's love life.

OR: Cliff Marleau gives Jackie Pike what she deserves, and Hayden has to watch.

Disclaimer: Having a threesome with Cliff Marleau is not guaranteed to fix your love life with your spouse.

(but it’s probably worth a try)

Notes

“I bet you’re really missing your boyfriend now?” Marleau said with a grin as he slowly skated past Hayden. 

Hayden was only minutes into the first period and already completely over Cliff Marleau’s antics.  He’d incorrectly assumed that when Ilya left the Raiders team, he’d have a little less friction when playing them. Still, no, Cliff Marleau apparently was determined to carry on the Rozanov legacy.  That is to say, be an arrogant and antagonizing asshole on the ice. 

He missed Shane; that much was obvious to anyone who looked closely enough.  The Metros were about halfway through their first season without Shane, and no one was feeling the loss more than Hayden. He still spoke to Shane regularly, making the trek to Ottawa occasionally to catch up with him, but his absence on the ice was palpable.  Hayden felt more out of control without Shane there to ground him.  It didn't help that Montreal was on a massive losing streak, either. 

And so, only minutes into the first period, he was ready to fight Cliff Marleau after a single sentence out of his mouth. It was pretty tame as far as chirps went, but he was just angry and looking for an outlet, and the Boston winger provided the perfect opportunity. 

“Fuck you, Marleau,” Hayden spat out, skating up to Marleau with every intention of laying his fists on him. 

“Damn, Pike, you kiss your wife with that mouth.” Cliff retorted, and Hayden’s blood burned hotter.  How fucking dare he? Players threw a lot of expletives in hockey chirps, but it was an unspoken rule that bringing up a guy’s family was off-limits.

 “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Hayden said, a little underwhelmed by his own response.  He wished he’d had a clever response, but that had never been Hayden’s strong suit.  He was more the yell-and-expletive-and-take-his-gloves-off guy than the wordplay type. 

“Maybe I would, your wife is hot,” Marleau said with a grin as the referees pushed them apart.  “Let me know if she wants my number!” Marleau shouted as the refs managed to wrench them apart, and Marleau skated off in the other direction.  

Hayden played like shit for the rest of the game, and Montreal ended up losing 1-4.  Hayden headed home, pouting.  He couldn’t stop replaying Marleau’s taunts in his head, over and over. He shouldn’t let stupid fucking chirps get into his head, but they’d struck a little too close to the truth. 

He opened the front door to his house and was met by the dark and quiet that he rarely found there.  He closed the door behind him softly, knowing there would be hell to pay if he awoke any of the sleeping children.  It was fairly late, and he assumed that Jackie would be in bed already, exhausted after wrangling the kids at his game, but she sat curled up on the couch with a book. 

It wasn’t easy having four kids, and things between Hayden and Jackie were, at best, tense.  He loved his wife with every fiber of his being, but it was challenging for them to find the time and energy to capture the intimacy that had been so natural for them years ago.  Even now, alone in the living room together, he wasn’t sure what to say.

He sat down next to his wife and threw an arm around her shoulders, pulling her against his side and affectionately stroking her hair.  He wasn’t trying for sex; he knew better than that, but it still felt good to feel her body against his.  It had easily been weeks since they’d had this much contact.  Partially due to Hayden’s travel, even when he was in town, they found it difficult to make time to be together like this.

“Tough game tonight,” Jackie said against Hayden’s shoulder, the words slightly muffled by the fabric of his shirt against her mouth. 

“Tough season,” Hayden retorted, dragging an exasperated hand over his face.  He hadn’t realized how taxing it would be to play without his best friend.  He was happy Shane had a supportive team behind him now, for him and Ilya both, but there was an undertone of bitterness that he couldn't quite swallow yet.  Like Shane had left, taking Hayden’s joy of playing with him.

Jackie pulled away slightly, but only so she could meet his eyes, “What did Marleau say to you that got you so riled up?”

Hayden leaned back against the cushions, turning his face to take in Jackie’s quizzical one. “He asked if I missed my boyfriend”.

Jackie gave a small snort, and Hayden turned to fake her in contempt. “Oh come on, Hays, everyone can see you’re miserable without Shane,” she said plaintively. “Did you ask him if he missed his?”

No, he hadn’t. He mentally cursed himself; it would have been a better retort than the “fuck you” he had so eloquently come up with. “No, I told him to go fuck himself.” 

“Jar,” she said

“What, how can it count as jar when I’m telling you what I said?

“Really, it should be double, once for saying it on the ice and once when recounting it, but I’m going to give you a two-for-one special,” she said with a mock glare—squinting her eyes at him.

“Fine, I’ll pay up tomorrow, put it on my tab.”

“Is that it? He just asked if you missed Shane, and you tried to fight him?” She said, digging into Hayden’s slight evasiveness. 

“No,” he admitted, “after I swore at him, he asked if I kissed my wife with that mouth. That’s why I tried to take a swing at him.”

Jackie blushed slightly. “Wow, defending my honor, should I be flattered?” she asked deadpan, clearly unamused by the show of chivalry, if you could call it that. 

“Yeah, he also asked for your number,” Hayden grumbled, annoyed even remembering the incident.  There was something about Cliff Marleau that made Hayden’s blood boil. It was different than the way he felt about Ilya. Less possessive over his best friend and more aggressive.  He was hard to put a name to, the feeling that Cliff Marleau gave him. 

He looked at his wife, cheeks fully flushed now, and pondered her reaction. She wasn’t annoyed or scandalized, as he had been.  She almost looks excited, curious even. He furrowed his brow, “Should I have given it to him?” he asked her.  Not mad or jealous, just a little inquisitive.  Wondering what had prompted a reaction out of his wife that he hadn’t seen since before Amber was born.

“No, of course not,” Jackie said, stammering like a nervous schoolgirl. 

“Are you sure?” he probed.  It was never a good idea to poke the bear, but her reaction was making him all kinds of curious. You’re blushing quite a bit, Jackie.”

“I just, “ she started, licked her lips, and continued, “I know about his reputation. That’s why I’m blushing,” She said, casting her eyes down to the floor in clear embarrassment. 

“His reputation,” Hayden asked, “as what, an asshole?” 

“He’s not an asshole,” she defended, “you just have only ever interacted with him on the ice.  He was really nice at Shane’s wedding.”

“Fine, he’s the nicest guy in the universe, what reputation, Jacks?”

She tilted her head at him, like she was trying to gauge if he was genuinely lost, or just making her say it out loud.  Deciding the former, she revealed the truth, “the threesome thing.”

“The what?” 

“The threesome thing, he’s got a reputation for threesomes.  I thought this was common knowledge in the MLH?” 

Hayden looked at her with shock. “Apparently not, where on earth did you even hear that from?”

 “Svetlana told me at the wedding,” she answered simply, but the blush stayed present.

“And,” he prompted

“And she said it was one of the best nights of her life,” Jackie said with a shrug.

“Oh, she had personal experience,” Hayden said, his voice cracking a little, “and she was what, doing recruitment?”

“She was just sharing; women do that, Hayden.  They talk about really good sex they’ve had lately,” she said a little bitterly, the unspoken words not needed- that she hadn’t had any “really good” sex lately to share about. 

A beat of silence hung in the air between them, unspoken words lingering in the quiet. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry, honey,” he said, pulling her against his side again.  “I wasn’t trying to be an ass, I just got a little jealous for a second.” he sat for a moment, just rubbing his shoulder and trying to find some courage to broach the subject they were actively avoiding. “I know it hasn’t been that good between us for a while,” he said quietly, the words feeling rough in his throat.

“No, it’s been fine,” she said, but it came out forced.

“No, it hasn’t,” he admitted, “I know it’s not like it used to be, it’s just so hard with hockey and the kids to find the time and the energy.  I’m sorry, sweetheart.” 

“It’s not just you, Hayden,” she said, “I’m tired too; it’s hard for it to be like it was when we were first married and in our twenties,” she said, her voice a little sad. 

He turned to her again on the couch, his mind suddenly racing, “What if we tried something new?” he asked, an idea forming in his head that was almost too crazy to voice.

Hayden should have walked it back. He knew that.

It was a reckless idea spurred on by his wife’s flushed cheeks and his own confusing feelings. But when he suggested it, Jackie hadn’t laughed, and she hadn’t said no.

The logistics of it actually happening were even worse.  A million moments that Hayden could have called the whole thing off, but he never did.  He had to get Cliff’s number in the most convoluted way possible.  It would have been easiest just to ask Ilya, but he’d rather die than ask Ilya for Cliff Marleau’s phone number.  Ilya was far too nosy to get himself involved in this.  

So Hayden started a game of telephone through the MLH. He asked JJ, who asked a friend in Toronto, who asked a former teammate in New York, who asked a guy currently on the Raiders, who then asked Cliff. 

Hayden was downright shocked when Cliff’s number returned to him without any questions, and particularly aghast when Cliff actually replied to his text.

Thursday— 8:17 P.M

Hayden Pike: 

Hi, this is Hayden Pike

Cliff Marleau:

I must say, I was shocked when I heard you were asking for my number.  

Did your wife want it after all

Hayden Pike:

Actually, yes, that’s why I’m texting you

Cliff Marleau:

Are you fucking with me?

Hayden Pike:

No, I told Jackie about your comments at our game, and she told me about the rumors she’s heard about you

Cliff Marleau:

OH, this is too good.

What rumors?

Hayden Pike:

Don’t make me say it 

Cliff Marleau:

Oh, please do, Hayden.  It’ll make my day.

Hayden Pike:

Don’t be an ass

Cliff Marleau:

I can’t help it, it’s part of my charm.

Fine, I know what your wife heard. But why are you texting me about it?

Hayden Pike:

I have a proposal for you

Cliff Marleau:

I’m flattered, Hayden, but I’m not going to marry you.  I don’t want a million kids 

Hayden Pike:

Shut the fuck up, I’m trying to ask you something 

Cliff Marleau:

Okay, okay, I’m listening 

Hayden Pike:

Hold on, I can’t text this.  I’m calling you.

 

9:23 PM- Outgoing Call - 18:54

In the two weeks since Hayden had made the phone call to Cliff Marleau asking for a threesome, a lot had happened. Hayden and Jackie had talked at length about the upcoming night.  They set limits, discussed fantasies, and created safe words.  It was all very exciting and terrifying at the same time. But Hayden had truly never felt closer to his wife.

Cliff was surprisingly comprehensive in his discussion with Jackie and Hayden beforehand.  It seemed that when Cliff was talking about threesome logistics, he was all business, none of his usual joking remarks.  Hayden supposed that Cliff had a reputation to uphold. Cliff asked them both open-ended questions about what they wanted, what they were comfortable with, and what was off-limits.  He never pushed or tried to persuade, but he was firm in his requests about what they needed to decide. 

Standing in front of Cliff’s penthouse after the game, with his wife by his side, Hayden Pike knocked on the door. 

Cliff Marleau opened the door with a welcoming smile and gestured them inside.  The penthouse was everything Hayden had expected.  Bright, clean, and devoid of any personality.  

Marleau handed Hayden a glass of whiskey and Jackie a glass of white wine, to which Hayden raised an eyebrow — he’d never told him their preferred drinks.  Cliff just winked back and raised his own glass of whiskey to theirs in a toast.

“To a nice night with new friends,” Cliff said, smiling at the couple.

“Cheers,” Jackie said softly, her voice light and airy, and her cheeks already flushed. 

“Cheers,” Hayden echoed, the slightest twinge of nerves injected into his voice.  All the discussion beforehand hadn’t quite adequately prepared him for how it would feel to really be here, to really do this.

They all took a sip of their drinks, and Hayden was unsurprised that his whiskey was delicious and most likely expensive. Marleau smiled at him over the rim of his glass, like he could read his thoughts.

Cliff might have sensed their nerves, or just had a rhythm for this as he led them into his living room and sat down in an expensive-looking chair, gesturing to Hayden and Jackie to sit on the leather couch across from him. 

They sipped on their drinks and engaged in some small talk, avoiding discussing the game tonight — Boston had won. Cliff appeared practiced with this discussion, and Hayden had to admit that his method was effective.  He felt himself settling into the couch, the whiskey warming his bones and making his nerves settle.  By the time their glasses were empty and the conversation lulled, Hayden was feeling ready to take the next step. 

“Let’s move to the bedroom,” Cliff instructed, gathering all three glasses in his hands —absurdly large hands, and placing them on the kitchen counter. 

He led them down a hallway and opened a door, revealing a large bedroom.  It was simple in its furnishings, with just a bed, a nightstand, and a chair in the corner.  Hayden guessed it might be a guest room; no one in the world lived without some kind of personal possessions in their room, right? 

Cliff closed the door behind them and then leaned against it, looking at both Hayden and Jackie with a predatory smile. Hayden briefly wondered if he should take his shirt off.  He felt like a virgin, so completely out of his depth on how to go about this.  It had felt so logistical and theoretical over the phone, but this was really happening.

“You’re both okay with me leading, right?” Cliff asked, all seriousness.

“Yes,” Jackie answered immediately, her chin raised to stare at Cliff. 

“Yeah,” Hayden agreed, a little blush creeping over his face. 

“So you’re going to follow my directions?” He questioned. 

“Yes,” they agreed in unison.

“And if you want something to stop, if either of you wants anything to stop at any point, what do you say?”

“Red,” Jackie supplied, and Hayden echoed her. 

“Okay,” Cliff confirmed, “Let’s get started then,” he said with a smile that spelled trouble and stirred excitement in Hayden that he couldn’t deny.  “Pike, go sit down, and don’t move,” Cliff Marleau said gruffly, jerking his head to a plush armchair in the corner of the room, facing the bed. 

“You’re joking,” Hayden said in shock, glancing at Jackie for backup, but his little minx of a wife just smiled at him.  

“You said I call the shots, and that’s what I’m saying, take it or leave it,” Cliff said with a smirk, already enjoying this far too much.

“Un-fucking-believable” Hayden muttered under his breath, trudging to the armchair and sitting with a huff.

Cliff stood by the bed, reaching out a hand and pulling Jackie against his chest, her eyes still locked on Hayden as Cliff ran a hand down her arm, placing the other on her hip. 

“Don’t worry, Pike, if you’re really good, I’ll let you off the bench,” Cliff said, and Hayden raised a hand to flick him off, even as his eyes tracked Cliff’s hands on his wife. 

Jackie’s eyes met his, and he gave her a nod to continue. He waited to feel a surge of jealousy as he watched Cliff toy with the hem of her shirt, playing with the fabric like a cat taunting a mouse. Jackie leaned back against Cliff’s chest, and Hayden felt a spark of arousal race through his system at the sight of her dwarfed by Cliff’s stature.

Marleau lowered his mouth to Jackie’s neck and placed soft kisses along the delicate flesh there.  Hayden knew intimately how soft Jackie was there, how if you kissed her at just the right spot, her body would go lax.  Marleau seemed to be an incredibly quick study, kissing over her neck like he was trying different combinations to lock until…Jackie’s eyes fluttered shut, and a breathless moan slipped from between her lips.

Marleau smiled like he'd won something. 

Hayden watched, shifting his weight in the chair and aware of the blood rushing through his veins, the erection growing between his legs. Shame burned through his blood at the arousal. He shouldn’t be enjoying watching his wife with another man, least of all Cliff Marleau, but he couldn’t help it.  Watching Jackie in pleasure had always been a particular brand of undoing for him. And he still couldn’t quite name the feeling that Cliff gave him. 

“Jackie” Marleau said, skating his fingers over the band of her jeans, slipping his thumb under the waistband and bringing the other hand around her to toy with the button “I’m going to take your pants off and touch you now” he said and she let out a small moan of encouragement “but I’m only going to keep touching you as long as you tell Hayden how good it feels”

Her eyes snapped open, mouth ajar, “What?” 

Marleau opened the button on her jeans, dragging down the zipper with a deliriously slow pace as he continued, “Would you like for me to keep touching you, Jackie ?” he asked, his voice soft.

“Yes,” she said as Cliff slowly worked her pants down her thighs, exposing one inch of creamy skin at a time. 

Marleau slid his hands down her now exposed thighs, urging her forward a step out of her jeans, now crumpled in a heap at her feet.  Hayden noticed the deliberate way that Cliff Marleau moved, keeping contact with Jackie at all times.  Even now, he pressed against her, both of them still facing Hayden, as Cliff dragged a single finger over her skin, “I’d like you to tell Hayden,” Cliff’s eyes met Hayden’s as he smirked, “how good it feels when I touch you, or I won’t keep going.”

“Fuck off, Marleau,” Hayden complained, trying to ignore the fervent arousal he felt at the idea of this.

“Shut up, Pike, I’m not talking to you, I’m asking Jackie,” Cliff snapped back, and Hayden felt a jolt of excitement at Cliff’s harsh tone that went directly to his dick.

That was new.

“I’m not sure what to say,” Jackie confessed on a breath, a bashful blush creeping up her neck. Marleau took both hands and dragged them up her thighs.  Hayden could see how hard he was pressing from the way his fingers left a trail of red skin behind, blood beneath the skin rushing to where his touch had been.

“Just tell him how it feels, what I'm doing.  Paint him a picture like he’s not here to see it himself.” Marleau instructed her.  He brought one hand up the center of her chest, lightly gripping her neck, and banded the other around her, playing with the band of her underwear.  “Technically, we could blindfold him, but I think it’s a lot more fun if he watches and learns, don't you?” 

“Yes,” Jackie said in a breathy moan, and Hayden let out a small grunt of discomfort.  Not from the way his wife was being touched, but from the reaction it was having on him.  His jeans were too tight around his cock, and he desperately wanted to be rid of them.

“Tell him,” Marleau commanded, dragging a single finger over the front of Jackie’s underwear.  Even from his position on the chair several feet away, he could tell her underwear was soaked with arousal already. 

“It’s nice. His hands feel good.” Jackie whimpered as Cliff drew light circles over her underwear.

“Jackie, be a little more descriptive.  I know you can do better than ‘good’. “ Cliff instructed, pulling his finger away like he was going to make good on his threat to stop. 

“He’s making me so wet, Hayden,” she moaned, and Hayden watched as Marleau's hand gripping her neck tightened slightly, and she leaned into the touch. “His hands feel incredible on me.”

“Good girl,” Marleau praised, and Hayden had a front row seat as Cliff slipped his fingers into her underwear, and Jackie let out a low moan.

Hayden was already feeling desperate to touch himself, to touch Jackie, hell, even to touch Cliff.  He just wanted to get up and have some relief for his aching cock.  Cliff seemed to know this because he gave Hayden a little shake of his head, discouraging him from moving without even saying it. 

Fuck.

“Jackie,” Cliff prompted, and Hayden could see the way his hand was moving inside her underwear. Watching Jackie’s jaw fall open in pleasure, her eyes closed, and her head tipped back against Cliff’s shoulder.

She licked her lips. “He’s fucking me with his finger, Hayden, it feels so” she pushed, like she was afraid to use the word good again, “wonderful” she decided on, and Cliff smiled behind her. 

Cliff pulled his hands away, and Jackie looked lost for a moment. “Jackie, darling, god sit on the end of the bed for me.  Take off your shirt too,” Cliff demanded, and Jackie quickly walked over, her eyes meeting Hayden’s still.

Cliff walked to Hayden, towering above him.  Hayden’s nails dug into the fabric of the chair from gripping the armrests so tightly.  Was it from holding himself back, or just his natural reaction to Cliff Marleau’s immediate proximity, he couldn’t decide. 

“Open your mouth,” Cliff asked.

Hayden furrowed his brow, confused by the request, but intrigue won out, and he did as he was asked.

Cliff raised his hand and placed two fingers in Hayden mouth “I want you to suck the taste of your wife’s cunt off my finger’s, Pike” he said and Hayden immediately closed his lips around Cliff’s fingers “If you do a good job, I’ll let you take off your pants and play with your cock while I make Jackie cum on my tongue”.

Hayden couldn't help the way he moaned around Cliff’s fingers.  The thought of touching his stiff cock was almost enough to make him whimper.  So he moved his tongue over Marleau’s fingers like it was the most natural thing in the world to chase his wife’s taste on them. 

Cliff removed his fingers with a pop from Hayden’s mouth and a smirk of approval.  “Good,” he said with a nod. “Take your pants off, Pike,” he said.  Sauntering back to the bed and kneeling before Jackie, who sat on the bed, eyes wide with desire. 

Hayden didn’t need to be told twice.  He eagerly undid his jeans, removing them in record time.  He hadn’t been told to, but he removed his shirt for good measure.  It felt odd to keep it on, now.  He didn’t waste time removing his briefs, just slid them down until his cock was free, and then wrapped a keen hand around it. It felt incredible, better than it ever had before, to simply touch himself. 

Cliff knelt on the floor in front of the bed, pushing Jackie’s thighs wide apart, and burying his head between her legs, pressing hot kisses over her underwear. Hayden had never done that before, but Jackie seemed to like it, tangling her hand into Cliff’s hair and pulling his head against her.  

Hayden gave himself a shaky stroke as he watched Cliff Marleau worship between his wife’s thighs.  He was done pretending this wasn’t the most erotic thing he had ever experienced.  Instead, he bit his lip and focused on not coming from the sight alone. 

Cliff looked up at Jackie. “Okay?” he asked, his voice tender.

“Yes,” she said on a whimper, her eyes meeting Hayden's.  

“Pike?” Marleau asked over his shoulder, “Doing okay?”

“Yes,” Hayden answered, his words strained with lust. 

Marleau sat back on his thighs, still on his knees and still commanding the whole room. “Jackie, take your bra and underwear off,” he asked, and she immediately got to work stripping down.  Cliff then turned his body to look at Hayden, making eye contact as Hayden stroked himself. “Pike, don’t come yet,” he said firmly, “It will ruin all my plans.” 

Hayden let out a scoff that Cliff grinned at before he turned back to Jackie. Cliff moved to Jackie with practiced expertise, wrenching her by her thighs to the very edge of the bed, then dragging her thighs over his shoulders until she was leaning back on her elbows. Hayden took note like a student, writing this all down as he observed a master at work. 

He could see when Cliff brought his mouth to Jackie’s cunt, but he could hear when he made contact by the way his wife moaned, breathy and desperate.  He gave himself a long stroke as he listened to the din of noises Cliff was able to coax from his Wife’s mouth with just the stroke of his tongue.  Jackie squirmed beneath his ministrations, and Hayden was suddenly very aware of why Marleau had warned him not to come.  The sight of his wife on the verge of orgasm, close to inciting his own.

He slowed himself down, bringing his hand back under control, and slowing his breath, determined not to finish yet. Jackie had no such reservations and came loudly, her thighs shaking and whimpers escaping her as she rode the waves of her climax.  

Cliff removed her shaking thighs from his shoulders, moving his hands to her ass and coaxing her up onto the bed, where she lay for a moment just catching her breath.  Cliff whispered something to her, and she let out a giggle.  Then Cliff was walking over to Hayden.

Cliff was still fully dressed as he walked over, but Hayden could see a very clear erection through the fabric of his jeans.  Cliff towered above him, and Hayden felt a moment of modesty as he sat there with his cock in his hand, staring up at him. 

“Stand up, Hayden,” Cliff asked, backing up a step to give him room to do so. 

Hayden stood on knees that weren’t as stable as he would have liked. 

“Did you like watching your wife come on my tongue?” Marleau asked quietly, his eyes peering down at Hayden, their height different so apparent when they were this close together.

Hayden paused.  His immediate answer was yes; he knew that.  But there was a part of him that wanted to push at Cliff, wanted to make him work for an answer.

“I could've done it faster,” Hayden said, though his voice shook as the lie came out. 

Cliff seemed amused at it, raising his eyebrows, “Is that so?” Cliff reached out and gripped Hayden’s chin with his thumb and pointer finger, bringing their faces close together.  It made Hayden’s cock twitch in a way he couldn’t ignore. “You know, sometimes faster isn’t better,” Marleau said quietly against Hayden’s mouth before he brought their lips together in a bruising kiss. 

A bruising kiss. He was kissing Cliff Marleau, and worst of all, he was enjoying it.  

A lot.

For the second time that night, Hayden Pike let himself admit that he wanted this and sank into the feeling, pulling his arms up to Cliff's face and pulling their mouths even tighter together. 

They’d discussed this, of course, what Hayden was willing to do with another man.  If he recalled correctly, he’d said “I’ll try anything once”, but he’d imagined doing it for Jackie’s benefit, to give her something to watch.  But he wasn’t even sure she was looking right now.  No, this kiss was purely selfish.  He was doing this because it felt good.

Cliff pulled back slowly, and Hayden looked up at his face.  “Good?” Cliff clarified, and Hayden nodded, not trusting his voice.  Somehow Cliff had moved backward during the kiss, and they now stood at the end of the bed.  Reclining on her elbows, Jackie stared up at the two men with lust in her eyes and pink on her cheeks. 

“What now?” Jackie asked in a breathy voice that Hayden barely recognized.

“Hmmm,” Cliff pondered, but it seemed disingenuous. Hayden knew that Cliff had already made up his mind how this would go the moment he’d called him two weeks ago.  He was just toying with them now. 

Cliff dragged his shirt over his head, letting the moment linger in anticipation.  This exposed the broad expanse of his chest, and Hayden couldn’t help but marvel at him.  The man was in fantastic shape. 

Marleau popped the button on his jeans open, with a smile of pure male pride as both Jackie and Hayden gawked at the intimate strip show he seemed to be putting on for only them. He worked his pants down his thighs, leaving him only in a pair of briefs that left nothing to the imagination.

“Jackie, if you could please get on your hands and knees with your head facing the end of the bed,” he asked, clear and direct.

“Okay,” she said with an acquiescent smile, doing as he asked. 

Cliff turned back to Hayden, “Pike, kneel behind your wife.”

“No, please for me,” Hayden quipped back, the words out of his mouth before he could even think about them.

Cliff flashed him a dangerous grin. “Careful, Pike, you don’t want to play that game with me. I assure you I’ll win,” he closed the distance between them and nipped Hayden’s bottom lip so hard he tasted blood before Marleau licked it off. “Do as you're told, Pike,” he said again, rough and demanding.

This time Hayden listened without objection, even if a tiny voice inside him begged to find out what would happen if he didn’t. 

He climbed onto the bed behind Jackie, running an appreciative hand over her ass.  His wife really was incredibly sexy.  He positioned his cock at her entrance, but lingered a moment.  Waiting for Marleau to tell him what to do.  

Cliff watched him with an intense focus, his eyes burning into Hayden’s before he gave a small nod, “Go ahead, Pike.” 

Hayden drove into Jackie with a moan, her back arching under his palm.  He bottomed out, her cunt still wet from her earlier orgasm. He gave a few tentative thrusts, incredibly conscious of Marleau’s stare on them. 

Cliff slipped out of his briefs, and Hayden inadvertently said “fuck” at the sight of him.  His cock was large, glistening at the tip, and downright lickable.  Hayden would have to examine that thought later.  He had never thought of licking another man’s dick before, but it figured Cliff Marleau would be the first.  

Cliff stepped up to Jackie, his cock level with her mouth.  He placed a hand in her hair and looked her in the eyes. “Is this okay?” he asked again, checking, and she nodded.  He pushed the tip of his cock between her lips, and Hayden was almost positive all three of them moaned at that. 

As he pushed his cock deeper into Jackie’s mouth, Marleau looked at Hayden, “Pike, you’re going to fuck her pussy, and I’m going to fuck her mouth, but you are not allowed to come until I say, is that clear?”

“Yes,” Hayden grunted, the idea already taxing him. 

“Jackie, that goes for you too, don’t come until I say so.”

Hayden could hear her moan in agreement around Cliff’s cock. 

Cliff picked up his pace at that, pistoning himself ina nd out of Jackie’s mouth at a brutal pace.  Hayden followed suit, desperately clinging to his threads of control.  Jackie was already bearing down on his cock, so warm and perfect that he wanted to come right there and then, but he held on.  He was half-tempted to close his eyes, the sight of Jackie with her face full of Marleau’s cock almost enough to finish him.

It was heaven, and it was agony.  Every thrust brought him closer to release, but he held himself back, tried like hell to hold off.  His only salvation was watching Marleau and knowing that he couldn't hold on forever.  He had to let Hayden and Jackie come once he did, right? 

Marleau had one hand buried in Jackie's long hair and the other against her cheek, thumb tucked against the corner of her mouth.  “Fuck Jackie, you’re being such a good girl for us, aren’t you?” Marleau hissed out, his hips thrusting into her mouth.  “Letting me use your mouth like this while your husband takes you from behind, you’re doing so well.” 

And for the first time since this started, Hayden was jealous.  But not jealous of Marleau, with his dick halfway down Jackie’s throat.  No, he was jealous of the praise Cliff Marleau was giving his wife. 

So Hayden played a little dirty, determined not to be the first to fail this challenge.  He slid a hand around Jackie’s hip and began rubbing at her clit.  Slow, deliberate circle the way a decade of sex with her had taught him.  It was almost too easy the way that she fell apart between them, shaking and moaning around Cliff’s cock.

Hayden looked up and caught Cliff glaring at him.  Not disappointed in Jackie’s inability to keep from coming, but focused on Hayden’s dirty tricks. 

Cliff pulled his cock from Jackie’s mouth and then knelt in front of her, claiming her lips in a quick kiss.  Then whispered against her lips, loud enough for Hayden to hear, “That was so good, Jackie”.  He then focused his attention on Hayden, “Come here, Pike.”  His tone left no room for argument.  

Hayden glanced down and regretfully withdrew his throbbing cock from Jackie, giving a little whimper at the lack of satisfaction. Hayden walked over to Cliff and stared up at him.  

“Did I tell you to make your wife come, Hayden?” Cliff asked, his voice even.

“No,” Hayden answered.

“No, I didn’t.  In fact, I told you both not to come, but you decided to take matters into your own hands.” Cliff sighed at this. “Kneel, Hayden.”

“What?” Hayden asked, confused.

“Kneel, so I can use your mouth like I was using Jackie’s, maybe you can be good like she was.”

Hayden could only stare at Cliff, lost in the request.

“Do you want to call red?” Cliff asked in a challenge.

“No, I just..”

“Then kneel, Hayden, I’m getting tired of asking,” Cliff said, eyes darting to the ground. 

Hayden sank to his knees. He licked his lips, unsure what to do. He knew theoretically, but he’d never done this and had never even come close.

“Open,” Cliff said, and without ceremony, Cliff’s dick was in Hayden’s mouth.  

Hayden placed his hand on Cliff’s hips, unsure of where else to put them, and began slowly.  He used his tongue to run up the underside of Cliff’s dick, and Cliff shivered above him.  That seemed like a good sign.  He did it again, but this time he stopped at the head and brought his mouth around it.

He lowered his lips further down, opening his mouth as wide as he was able and breathing through his nose.  He felt his eyes tearing up, his body unused to the intrusion. 

Hayden’s cock was still throbbing, painfully hard and begging for release.  He dripped precum on the floor, making a mess of his chest and thigh.  Cliff seemed to take notice and told him on a groan, “If you can come from sucking my dick, Hayden, you’re more than welcome to do so”.

Hayden doubled his efforts, trying to emulate everything he liked being done to him when he received head.  He used his hands to compensate for what his mouth couldn’t reach and to play with Cliff’s balls.  He hollowed his cheeks and relaxed his throat and tried his very best.  He could feel spit leaking down his chin as he bobbed his head.

“God, Pike, you’re trying so hard,” Cliff said with a groan above him, almost in amazement. “But, I’m going to take what I want,t” Cliff said, sliding a large hand into Hayden’s hair.  “Tap my thigh if it’s too much,” Cliff told him, and then Hayden’s mouth was well and truly fucked.

Cliff held nothing back, thrusting deep into Hayden’s mouth as he took everything that was given to him.  Hayden could only try to keep up, to stay relaxed as tears and spit ran down his chin, dripping on the floor to mix with his precum. 

“Fuck, that’s so good, Pike. Your mouth is so fucking good.” Cliff moaned, and Hayden shone in the praise.  “You’re going to swallow my come like a good boy, aren’t you, Hayden? “

Hayden could barely muster a nod before he felt the hot spurts of Marleau’s release hit the back of his throat. He swallowed them greedily, not letting a single drop escape him. It was too much for his poor, overworked system, and with a gasp, he felt himself come as well, his release washing over his chest and onto the floor.  He whimpered through it, in both relief and slight shame at having come completely hands -free. When it finally came to an end, he pulled his mouth back, sinking back onto his thighs and peering up at Cliff. 

“Good.” Cliff said simply, wiping a finger over Hayden’s chin, “Can you stand?”

Hayden tested his own legs, shaky though they were, and got to his feet.  Cliff gestured for him to sit on the bed next to a boneless Jacki, who smiled lazily at him as he sat down beside her. 

“Stay here for a minute, you two,” Cliff instructed before disappearing into the en-suite. 

Hayden flopped on his back on the bed, uncaring about dirtying the sheets.  Cliff probably had a professional cleaning company that dealt with his entire bachelor pad post sex. He turned his head to stare at his wife, who looked glowing and thoroughly fucked.  He could only imagine what he looked like.

They stared at each other for a moment, all smiles, before breaking into a fit of giggles. “Oh my god,” Hayden said through the laughter, feeling drunk or high or somewhere in between.

Jackie seemed to return the sentiment, “I know,” she said, then brought her lips to Hayden’s and gave him a light, sweet kiss. 

Marleau returned a moment later, in sweatpants, with two water glasses and a washcloth in hand.  He handed Hayden and Jackie the water, then went to work, slowly running the warm washcloth over Hayden’s skin to clean him off.

“You don’t have to do that,” Hayden said, a little embarrassed at the attention now. 

“Part of the package,” Marleau said with a wink. “Stop arguing,” he whispered and gave Hayden a light kiss.  Hayden let him continue.  

Marleau went to the en-suite again and returned with a fresh washcloth, repeating the process for Jackie, but she fell asleep about halfway through.  Cliff walked to the closet in the room and retrieved a large blanket, draping it over Jackie and tucking her into it. Then he brought another over to Hayden.

“Don’t argue, Pike,” Marleau said, handing him the blanket.  Hayden snuffed his complaints.  He wasn’t used to being on this side of care after sex; it was nice. 

Hayden sat up in the bed a little, pulling the blanket over him and rubbing a hand over Jackie’s back.  Cliff sat down on the side of the bed and looked at him earnestly.

“Are you okay?” he asked

Hayden raised his brows. “Yeah, great,” he blushed a little, “are you?”

Cliff nodded, “I’m good.”

Hayden cleared his throat. “Is it always like this?”

“Like what?”

“Do you always sleep with couples?” Hayden asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

“No, not always,” Cliff confessed, “sometimes I actually just sleep with one person, believe it or not,” he said with a laugh. ” But I also don’t kiss and tell, so I’ll keep my exact lineup to myself.” 

“If you don’t kiss and tell, then how do you have a reputation?”

“I said I don’t kiss and tell Pike, not that my partners don’t.” He winked. “Happy customers love to leave a good review.”

Hayden shook his head a little. “You’re very good at it,” he admitted, his cheeks aflame.

“I know,” Cliff said with a well-earned cocky smile.