#cc!e.tho

One of my favorite concepts with shipping Joel with others is the idea that Lizzie is perfectly cool and casual about all of it.

Like she'll come home, set her keys on the counter, go to the living room, and see her husband getting his back blown out on the sofa by a 6 ft Canadian man.

"Hey, Etho. You staying for dinner? We're having roast."

Etho's thrusts slow to a roll as he takes a moment to answer, "Oh sure! :)" and his pace picks up again as Joel moans.

Lizzie opens up the cupboards to gather ingredients and asks, almost as an afterthought, "He been behaving for you?"

"Ooooh yeah," Etho groans, "I edged him for about an hour, good boy's finally getting his reward, huh?"

Joel is an absolute fucking wreck as he brokenly moans, 'Y-yEs Sirrrrrr...."

Lizzie just goes about preparing the food, tuning out the sounds of her husband getting fucked in the next room over.

Etho's hips frantically rut into Joel's, and he grunts out, "F-fuck,, close!"

Joel moans, "me toOoo.." voice broken.

Lizzie's gaze fixes on them, "You using a towel?"

"Yes, Lizzie," they both say in unison, sounding like husbands being chided by their wife. And in a way they were, she would never let them forget the sofa cushions they ruined.

She nods and goes back to cooking, chopping up the vegetables as Joel cries out another man's name and paints his chest with cum.

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By the time they're cleaned up, food is ready. Lizzie sets the plates out on the table as Joel comes limping in, wearing his boxers and Etho's t-shirt.

"Hey babe," he whispers, hoarse.

Lizzie smiles fondly, "Hey," they share a kiss, "you have fun?"

Joel nods, eyes half-lidded, thoroughly exhausted "Yep. loads of it."

She quirks and eyebrow, taking on a suggestive tone, "'Loads' of it, yeah?"

Joel grins and half-heartedly pushes her away, "Shut uuuup."

She giggles, giving him another kiss before sitting down at the table.

Etho soon joins them, (wearing one of Joel's shirts, of course.)