It’s amazing how much a broken leg and a bit of guilt can change the dynamic of a household. Sean’s broken both his leg and left arm, but I’m the one reaping all the rewards.

Technically, I should feel bad. The accident was kind of traumatic, for Sean. For the rest of us, it was mostly just stupid. A trolley. A hill. Four grown men acting like teenagers. And only one of them, my husband, ended up in a cast, moaning like a martyr and milking every bit of sympathy from his friends.

And oh, how they owe him.

Nick, Ted, and Chris have been running around the house for days, practically competing over who can be the best personal assistant. Cooking. Cleaning. Fixing every damn thing Sean never got around to. I haven't lifted a finger in three days.

I’m sprawled on the couch in a thin tank top and soft shorts, enjoying my afternoon iced coffee and the view, three men sweating through their T-shirts for my husband’s benefit. Not that Sean was ever this productive himself. But, if he wants to be the injured overlord, I’m more than happy to lounge in the harem.

Sean’s on the recliner like a king holding court, barking out instructions with a smoothie in one hand and a remote in the other. Messy black hair, running his mouth non-stop, as he orders his friends around.

“You, Nick, gutters. Ted, touch up the ceiling. Chris, that boiler still sounds funny. Oh, and someone refill my water bottle. It’s lukewarm.”

Nick drops the rag he’s holding with a dramatic sigh. Tall, lanky, too charming for his own good, and so laid back he always looks like he’s about to take a nap. “Jesus, Sean. You want me to wipe your arse and fuck your wife for you too?”

I lift my eyes from my drink and smile slowly. “Oh, Nick, you couldn't handle me.”

He looks at me, that lazy grin lighting up into something a little sharper. “Humm, I might need help from the boys. Ted, Chris!”

Before I can blink, Nick strides across the room and grabs me. One arm under my knees, the other behind my back, and I let out a breathless laugh as he lifts me like I weigh nothing.

“Nick! Put me down!”

“No can do, princess, we have to fulfill all of Sean's husbandly duties!”

I wiggle and squirm, but he’s stronger than he looks. He carries me effortlessly toward the stairs like a conquering hero.

“Don’t you dare!” Sean yells from behind us. “Nick, I swear!!”

But Nick’s already hauling me upstairs while I try, and fail, to break free. It was hard to put in too much effort when I was giggling so much.

He tosses me onto the bed like a ragdoll and climbs on after me, bouncing on the mattress while letting out loud, fake moans. “Ohhh Katie! You feel so good! Better than I ever imagined!”

I’m laughing so hard I can barely breathe. My stomach hurts. My face is flushed. I haven’t laughed like this in ages.

Ted pokes his head into the room, eyes wide, playing along. “Damn, she’s really giving it her all, huh?”

Chris follows behind, grinning like an idiot. “Dibs on the ass!”

Sean’s still shouting from below, completely helpless. I can hear the thump of his crutches hitting the wall in frustration.

Chris climbs onto the edge of the bed and launches into a ridiculous, hilarious, high-pitched impression of me. “Ohhh Nick, yes! You’re so much better than Sean! Oh fuck me harder, you big beautiful stud!”

I’m doubled over, gasping, tears in my eyes. “Stop! Oh my god, I’m gonna pee.”

The house was finally quiet.

That warm, heavy kind of quiet that settles in after a long day of chaos, testosterone, bad jokes, and too many sweaty T-shirts. Nick, Ted, and Chris had cleared out not long ago, leaving behind a trail of beer cans, the scent of cologne, and the lingering echo of laughter, Promising to be back tomorrow to clean up.

I was in bed next to Sean now, fresh from a hot shower, skin still warm and soft with lotion. The room was dim, the sheets cool, and my muscles ached in the best way, from laughing, from squirming, from being thrown around like a toy. I hadn’t had that much fun in a long time.

Sean lay propped up against a pile of pillows, one leg stuck out stiff in its cast, his left arm bandaged and useless across his chest. He was watching me now with an odd look, “You were really enjoying yourself today,” he said, voice low.

I glanced over, smirking. “What gave it away? The laughing? The crying? Or the part where I almost peed myself?”

He didn’t laugh.

Instead, he just stared, and suddenly the air between us wasn’t so light anymore.

“Did you mean it?” he asked.

I tilted my head. “Mean what?”

“When you told Nick he couldn’t handle you.”

I let the question hang in the air for a beat, watching him watching me. I could feel the heat spreading slowly beneath my skin.

“I guess there’s only one way to find out,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Sean shifted under the blanket. Just a small movement. But I noticed.

Even banged up and half immobilized, he was still my husband. And he was looking at me like he wanted to tear the sheets off with his teeth.

“Careful,” he said. “You keep talking like that, I’ll have to call him back.”

I leaned in and pressed my lips to his jaw, slow and warm.

“Maybe I want you to.”

Sean didn’t say anything right away.

He just looked at me, his eyes flicking from my face to my mouth, then back again, and for once, the usual sarcasm was gone. I felt the air shift. Like something between us had just taken a single, careful step across a line.

I settled deeper into the bed, turning slightly to face him. “You know I’d never actually do anything,” I said softly.

“I know,” he said, without hesitation.

There was a pause. A long one. The kind that buzzes just under the skin.

“But… I won’t lie,” I went on, playing with the edge of the duvet between my fingers. “When Nick picked me up like that, it did something to me.”

Sean’s eyebrow lifted. “Yeah?”

I nodded, cheeks warm. “It was stupid. Just a joke. But still, for a second, when he carried me upstairs like that,” I laughed under my breath, embarrassed. “I think I was a little disappointed when he just started bouncing on the bed and making sex noises.”

Sean grinned, but it was slow. Not mocking.

“You were turned on.”

“Maybe,” I said. “A lot, actually. And not just that part. Watching them all run around the house these past few days, sweaty, shirtless half the time, doing all the things you used to promise you'd get to?” I laughed again, but there was heat underneath it. “It’s been driving me a little crazy.”

He didn’t speak, just watched me, his good hand flexing slightly on the blanket.

I met his eyes. “You and I haven’t… you know. Since the accident.”

He nodded once.

“I miss it,” I said quietly. “I miss you. But god, I’ve just been so horny it’s stupid.”

“Watching them work?”

“Yeah. And the way they joke, the way they move around the house like they own the place, it’s a lot. Like some kind of fantasy I didn’t know I had until I was living in it.”

Sean exhaled slowly. “You really would’ve let them?”

I turned my head sharply. “No. Of course not. Not without you. But the thought?” I bit my lip. “It was there.”

Sean was quiet for a beat.

Then, almost too softly: “What if I told you the thought turned me on too?”

I looked at him, brows raised. “What?”

“That moment, when Nick joked about fucking you, and then actually picked you up and carried you off? I couldn’t stop picturing it. You, with them. All of them.” He ran his tongue across his bottom lip. “I wanted to be mad. I should’ve been mad. But I wasn’t.”

“Seriously?”

He gave me a crooked smile. “Seriously. I was so hard, I thought I’d break something else.”

I laughed, half-shocked, half-thrilled. “You really got off on the idea?”

“Still am,” he said. “I mean, the way you were laughing, the way they were looking at you, it was ridiculous, but it was hot.”

That hung between us. Until I reached out, brushing my fingers over the edge of his cast. “So… what are we saying here?”

He met my gaze. “I don’t know. Maybe… talk about it.”

I shifted closer, brushing my hand lightly over his chest, the good side, letting my fingers trail down his chest, resting just above his pyjama bottoms.

“And what exactly would we talk about?” I asked, my voice low. “You letting me act out the fantasy? Just a little?”

He gave a soft breath through his nose, eyes locked on mine. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

I slipped my hand under the blanket, slowly, deliberately. His cock was already half-hard. I didn’t say anything. I just started to stroke him, slow and smooth, watching the way his jaw tightened, the way his breath caught.

“You know I’d never do anything you didn’t want,” I whispered, leaning in closer. “But if you did want it What would you want?”

He swallowed. “You want details?”

“Mm-hmm.” I kissed the side of his neck, my hand moving steadily beneath the covers. “Would it just be one of them? Nick, maybe?”

Sean groaned quietly. “Fuck, Katie…”

“Or maybe two of them?” I continued, pretending to think it through, dragging my nails lightly along his shaft. “Like, what if I had one in my mouth, while the other one,” I paused a beat, “worked a bit lower”

“Jesus,” he hissed, his hips shifting under my hand.

“You’d be watching the whole time,” I murmured into his ear. “Telling them how to fuck me.”

He nodded, voice strained. “Yeah. Yeah, I like that.”

I kept stroking him, a little faster now, enough to make him twitch in my grip.

“And what if it was all of them?” I asked, pretending to sound innocent. “All three. One after the other. Or maybe at the same time”

Sean groaned again, louder this time. I could see his self-control slipping, melting under the heat of my voice, my hand, the images we were painting together.

“Would you let them fuck me, Sean?” I whispered. “Really fuck me?”

He looked desperate. Breathless.

“Would you let me kneel down and take one of them in my mouth, while the others waited their turn?”

He squeezed his eyes shut. “Katie. Fuck.”

“I’d be so good,” I whispered. “So eager. I’d still be yours. Always yours. It would be a show for you as much as pleasure for me.”

My hand moved faster, gripping tighter. He was close, I could feel it, the way his body tensed under my touch, the way his breath was hissing through his teeth.

“Tell me,” I murmured. “Tell me I can do it.”

He opened his eyes, glassy and wild. “You can,” he gasped. “Fuck. Katie, yes. You can fuck them.”

“All of them?”

He nodded frantically. “All of them.”

And just as I whispered “Good boy” into his ear, he came. Hard. Sean groaned as he came, I held him steady with one hand, the other wrapped tightly around his cock, milking every last pulse from him. Warm, wet release coated my fingers, and I didn’t hesitate.

I brought my hand to my mouth and licked it clean, slow and deliberate, never breaking eye contact. Salty, warm, familiar. I loved this part. Always had. Although I’d never realised how much control I had over him during those moments.

His eyes were wide, still dazed. I smiled around my fingers.

His laugh came out soft and lazy. “You basically hypnotized me.”

“I didn’t make you say yes.”

“You didn’t have to.”

We lay there in silence for a minute. Not awkward, just processing. Neither wanting to ruin the moment. To go too far. I had to play this just right.

I traced idle circles on his chest, fingers featherlight. “So.”

He looked over at me, already sensing the shift.

“What if I did want to try it?”

His brow twitched. “You mean actually do it?”

I nodded, slow and deliberate. “Maybe. If we planned it.”

He didn’t respond right away. But he didn’t flinch either. He just looked at me, weighing it all.

That was Sean. Fast with jokes, slow with emotion. But this wasn’t a joke.

“We’d have to talk rules,” he said eventually.

I smiled. “Obviously.”

“No going behind my back.”

“Of course not.”

“No falling for anyone.”

I rolled my eyes. “Please. I barely like them with clothes on.”

That made him huff a laugh, the tension easing just a little. My heart thumped harder.

“And I’d want to be there.” he added. 

I pushed myself up onto one elbow, brushing a few strands of hair behind my ear. “Watching?” I asked, voice softer. “Helping?”

He swallowed. “Maybe both.”

God, the look on his face, he was still red from cumming, still flushed with the kind of thrill you don’t just get from orgasm alone. This wasn’t just lust. This was something deeper. The edge of something he’d never thought he’d want, but now maybe couldn’t stop wanting.

I paused, watching him closely. “All three? Is that really okay with you?”

He hesitated, then nodded.

“All three is probably better,” he said. “It feels less like cheating if it’s, I don’t know, a group thing.”

I blinked, then laughed. “That’s some creative logic.”

He shrugged, smiling sheepishly. “Yeah, not sure that makes sense, but it’s how I feel.”

Something in my chest fluttered, affection, lust, excitement, all tangled together. I leaned down and kissed his shoulder.

“You’re the only one I love, you know.”

“I know,” he said, brushing his cheek lightly against my hair. “I just never thought I’d be lying in bed seriously discussing you fucking my friends.”

“You did more than discuss it,” I teased, nudging him gently. “You fucking came at the thought”

He groaned. “Don’t remind me.”

But I could see it in his eyes. He wasn’t regretting a thing.

I hesitated a second, then asked it straight. “But you’re sure? You’d be okay with it?”

There was a pause. He looked at me, really looked, and I felt the full weight of his answer before he even said it.

“Yes,” he said, voice steady. “I think I’m even excited for it. Terrified. But excited.”

I smiled, then leaned in close, letting my lips brush the shell of his ear.

“Good,” I whispered. “Because I already know exactly how I want it to start.”