The Breaking Point
Alex POV
I wake up in Ben’s bed, and both Jeff and Ben are gone. I start thinking about last night. About Jeff’s hands on me, about the way he submitted to Ben and me, the way he let us control him. I think about Ben’s presence in the room, the electricity of it all. I was hard again just thinking about it.
I know I told Jeff that I needed time and that I didn’t trust him, but I was feeling optimistic that Jeff had learnt and that things would change.
I walk into the kitchen, and these two hot men wearing jocks are busy preparing breakfast. They both look happy, laughing together, an easy banter going on.
Jeff sees me first and comes and gives me a good-morning kiss. “We were going to surprise you with breakfast in bed,” he says. Ben gives me a kiss as well. “Coffee?” he asks. Yes, coffee, please, I tell him.
I knew that if we were ever going to make our relationship work, then I would have to go back to our apartment. I told Jeff that I was happy to go home with him today and he got a huge grin on his face.
I watch him move around Ben’s kitchen with an energy that feels unfamiliar, or maybe it’s just that I haven’t seen him like this in months. Genuinely present. Not checking his phone. Not distracted by work emails or whatever else usually pulls Jeff away.
Ben slides a coffee across the counter, our fingers brushing for just a moment. I catch it, the warmth of the mug grounding me. The kitchen smells like bacon and fresh coffee, and there’s something almost domestic about the scene that makes my chest tighten in a way I’m not quite ready to examine.
“We made your favorite,” Jeff says, gesturing to the spread they’ve laid out. Scrambled eggs, bacon, toast with avocado. It’s a small thing, but I truly appreciate the gesture. I sit down at the counter and watch them move around each other with an ease that I’m not sure I’ve ever had with Jeff.
Ben reaches for something on a high shelf, and Jeff steadies him with a hand on his back, a casual touch, but it registers.
The familiarity of it makes something twist in my chest. I know how fucked up this relationship is, how messy it is, thoughts of them fucking around behind my back still brings back pangs of pain and jealousy.
But somehow now with us all together, it works. I had always had feelings for Ben, even when I first met him, I always thought he was hot…. but for some reason we had never got together.
“So, when do you want to head back?” Ben asks, setting a plate in front of me. His tone is light, but there’s something underneath it I can’t quite read.
“This afternoon?” Jeff says, looking at me for confirmation. “I mean, if that works for you, Alex.”
I nod, cutting into the eggs. They’re perfect, creamy and buttery, just how I like them. “Yeah, this afternoon is good.”
Jeff sits beside me, close enough that our thighs touch. He’s still wearing Ben’s borrowed clothes, a grey t-shirt that fits Ben’s frame a bit snugly across the shoulders. I notice the way it pulls slightly when Jeff reaches for his coffee, the fabric riding up just enough to expose a sliver of skin at his waist.
He looks away, focusing on his plate instead. This is what I wanted, wasn’t it? For Jeff to be present. For all three of us to exist in the same space without tension or secrets hanging over us like a blade.
I accept there are still secrets. Or maybe not secrets anymore, but things that haven’t been fully discussed. Things that I’m not sure how to address without disrupting the fragile peace we’ve somehow constructed.
“So, what happens now?” Ben asks, my fork still halfway into my mouth. I’m not sure if the question is directed at me or Jeff, or both of us.
Jeff shifts beside me, his thigh pressing more firmly against mine. “What do you mean?” Jeff asks, his voice uncertain.
Ben leans against the counter across from us, coffee mug cradled in his hands. “I mean, where do we go from here? Last night was... incredible. But we can’t just pretend it was a one-time thing and move on.”
I set my fork down, the weight of the question settling over the table like fog. I’ve been trying not to think about this, trying to exist in the bubble of this morning without interrogating what comes next. The problem is, Ben’s right. We can’t just ignore what happened.
Last night was amazing, and I definitely would like more of it. “But what does that look like?” Jeff asks, and I can hear the uncertainty in his voice. Jeff’s leg bounces slightly against mine, a nervous habit. “I mean, are we talking about just... what happened last night? Or is this something more?”
Ben sets his mug down on the counter with a deliberate clink. “I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking.” He looks between us both, his expression open but searching. “Alex, you said you needed time. You said you didn’t trust Jeff. I respect that. But we all felt something last night. All three of us.”
I take a sip of my coffee, the heat of it buying me a moment to think. What do I want? The question feels impossibly large. I tell Ben, I want Jeff. I’ve always wanted Jeff, even when Jeff was hurting me, Jeff flinched. But I also want... something with you.
I think we need to think about what we want, are we talking about a throuple, or are we keeping things casual? Ben, I like you, I could see myself seeing you a few days a week, and then eventually more if we click together, I could even see us all living together.
Jeff blinks, processing the words. I watch the way his jaw tightens slightly, the way his fingers curl around his coffee mug a little tighter than necessary.
“A throuple?” Jeff says, testing the word out like he’s not sure it fits in his mouth. “You’re talking about... all three of us. Together.”
“I’m saying it’s possible,” I tell him, setting my mug down carefully. “I’m not saying it has to be decided right now. But I think we should at least acknowledge what we’re all feeling instead of pretending this is temporary.”
Ben nods slowly, and I can see something shift in his expression, relief, maybe, or validation. “I think that’s fair. I’m willing to explore it if you both are.”
Jeff stands abruptly, the stool scraping against the floor with a harsh sound. He walks to the window, his back to us, “I need time to think,” he says.
I watch Jeff’s shoulders tense, the way his hand grips the edge of the sink. I can see the internal struggle playing out in the rigid line of his spine. Part of me wants to go to him, to smooth this over the way I always do, but I force myself to stay seated, to let Jeff have this moment.
“Okay,” I say quietly, and I mean it. I need time to think too, if I’m being honest.
Ben shifts his weight, and I can feel the shift in the room’s energy. There’s no anger here, just uncertainty hanging in the air like humidity before a storm. Ben reaches over and squeezes my shoulder briefly before moving to clear some of the plates, giving Jeff space without making it obvious that’s what he’s doing.
I appreciate that about Ben, his instinct to give people room to breathe.
“I’m going to grab a shower Ben says, leaving you two to talk,” Ben says, and it’s such a graceful exit that I almost want to laugh. Almost.
The shower runs in the distance, and I’m left alone with Jeff at the kitchen counter. The breakfast we were so excited about sits half-eaten, cooling on our plates. I pick up my coffee again, even though it’s lukewarm now, just to have something to do with my hands.
Jeff doesn’t turn around. His shoulders rise and fall with each breath, and I can see the tension radiating off him in waves. I want to know what he’s thinking, but I also know better than to push. Last night taught me something about patience, about letting things unfold instead of rushing to fix them.
“A throuple,” Jeff says again, his voice quieter this time. It’s not a question anymore. “You really think that could work?”
I set my mug down carefully. Yes, I think it could, I tell him. Jeff turns around slowly, and I can see the conflict written across his face. His jaw works like he’s chewing on the words before he lets them out.
“I want it to work,” Jeff says finally. “With you. With Ben. All of it.” He runs a hand through his hair, a gesture I recognise as pure anxiety. “But I’m terrified,” he says, “I fucked up so badly with you, and now I’m supposed to just... what? Add another person to the mix and hope I don’t destroy that too?”
I feel something crack open in my chest. This is the most honest Jeff has been in months, maybe longer. The vulnerability of it catches me off guard.
“I don’t know if you will fuck up again,” I tell him, and I watch Jeff’s face fall. “But I think the difference is that now we’re all going into it with our eyes open. No more hiding. No more pretending everything is fine when it isn’t. No more sneaking around, and no more swallowing my pain to keep the peace.
Jeff’s eyes glisten slightly, and he looks away again, back out the window. I can see his reflection in the glass, the vulnerability there, the rawness of it. It’s almost too much to witness.
“I don’t want to hurt you again,” Jeff says, his voice barely above a whisper.
“I know you don’t,” I reply, and I mean it. I’ve learned enough about Jeff over the years to know that the infidelity wasn’t malicious, wasn’t born from a place of cruelty. It was born from Jeff’s own insecurity, his was being controlled by Max, his own need to feel wanted, to fill some void that I couldn’t quite reach. Understanding that doesn’t erase the pain, but it contextualises it in a way that lets me understand Jeff’s concerns.
Over the next four months our lives slowly start going back to normal. Ben is coming over regularly, Jeff is spending more and more time at home, we’d all go out together, sometimes to a nice restaurant or to the movies. I was starting to feel good about our relationship again.
But sometime during the last week of this new rhythm we’d found, I was lying awake at 2am in the morning, staring at the ceiling of our apartment while Jeff sleeps beside me. The sheets are tangled around my legs, and my mind won’t shut off.
It’s a Tuesday night, or technically Wednesday morning now. Jeff had mentioned something about staying late at the office, some client emergency that couldn’t wait. He’d come home around midnight smelling like cologne that I didn’t recognise, when I asked him about it, Jeff had laughed it off as the office bathroom’s soap dispenser being overfilled again.
The lie sat in my stomach like a stone. I know I shouldn’t jump to conclusions. I know that Jeff has been trying, has been present in ways he wasn’t before. The dinners with Ben have been genuinely fun, filled with easy laughter and the kind of comfortable silence that speaks to something real developing between us.
Work was heating up for me as well, we were implementing a new marketing system, and I had to travel to Auckland for training and create a training package for others in our company. I would be gone for at least 2 weeks, maybe longer.
Jeff was also getting busier at work now, so it was probably the perfect time to go. Jeff and Ben both dropped me off at the airport, and I kissed them both goodbye. I told them I would ring them when I got to my hotel in Auckland.
It had been a full week and half of learning the new system and putting together the training package for others ‘use.
When I got back to the office the following day, the system had a major meltdown, something was majorly wrong with the code and the system guys had to work out a fix and test it to make sure it was working, they estimated that this was going to take a month at least, my boss told me to go home and we would pick up training when the system was fixed.
I thought I’d surprise Jeff by returning home unannounced, Jeff knew I was due to be home the following Saturday, but I was so eager to see him, I thought I would surprise him and leave straight away.
I was flying back to Melbourne that night on the 9 pm flight. After I collected my luggage from the turnstile, I grabbed an Uber and was soon on my way home. As the Uber drove up my apartment driveway, I saw a few cars in the driveway and another couple of cars out front of our place.
I was wondering if Jeff had some people over. My stomach dropped when I recognised one of the cars as belonging to Max, fuck I had only been gone a few weeks and he couldn’t be faithful for that long?
I grab my overnight bag from the trunk of the Uber and turned towards the apartment. My chest tightens.
I should be excited. I’ve been counting down the days to come home, imagining the way Jeff’s face would light up when I walk in the door. But this, this doesn’t feel like a surprise waiting for me. It feels like something else entirely.
I get to the front door and put in the key, I quietly opened the door and I could hear moaning straight away coming from the living room. I put my bags down and walked around to see where the noise was coming from and couldn’t believe my eyes.
I was in shock, there was fucking Max naked, wanking his huge cock, there were three other men also naked. Jeff was laying blindfolded on the coffee table with his legs on the shoulders of another guy fucking him hard, the guy had a huge cock at least 9 inches, and thick, another guy with a smaller cock was fucking Jeff’s mouth, it was Jeff that was moaning loudly obviously loving what was happening to him.
I was fucking shattered. After all the pain he had put me through cheating behind my back, he was doing it again, and to make it worse he had Max here in our apartment, it felt like Max was having a personal swipe at me.
I was so pissed off, what I couldn’t stand the most was that my cock was rock hard, the scene in front of me was fucking with my mind, it turned me on so badly, I was angry and excited at the same time.
The muscular guy fucking Jeff let out a loud grunt and was cumming in Jeff’s ass, he pulled out and moved over to Jeff’s head where the other guy had just let his load loose over Jeff’s face.
Max now moved to Jeff’s ass which was gaping now and eased his cock into Jeff’s ass, God knows how many times he had already been fucked. I couldn’t believe my cock was leaking so much pre-cum, it was so hard. The guy that had been fucking Jeff’s ass eased his cock down Jeff’s throat, Jeff was making noises as if he was finding it hard to breathe, the guy let up and let Jeff have a breath.
Tell me how much have you missed my cock Jeff, Max teased. I’ve missed your cock so fucking much, Jeff gasps between breaths, his words slurred and wet. I’ve thought about it every fucking day.
The words hit me like a physical blow. Missed it every day? While I was in Auckland busting my ass learning a new system, while Ben and I were texting about missing Jeff, he was here, thinking about Max’s cock.
I should leave. I should turn around right now and walk out the door, slam it loud enough that they all know I’m here, that I’ve seen this. But I can’t move, I’m glued to the spot just outside the living room doorway.
Jeff is blindfolded, so he can’t see me. None of them do. They’re too caught up in what’s happening in front of them, Jeff is clearly loving it. The contradiction of it all tears through me, I’m fucking furious, but at the same time I am so turned on.
Max pulled out and told Jeff to move, Max got on his back on the table and told Jeff to ride him, Jeff eased himself down onto Max’s cock, what came next almost made me lose it. The original guy who was fucking Jeff as I walked inside started easing his cock into Jeff’s ass, Jeff was now moaning loudly he was out of control, it was obvious he was either drunk or had been smoking some pot.
He started swearing and yelling fuck yeah, I love this, this is the fucking best, he leaned forward and started making out with Max while literally getting double dicked, Max was goading him, telling him you missed this big dick, didn’t you?
You missed my big cock up your ass. Jeff was delirious now saying I’m never doing without it again, never, your cock is the best and I don’t care what I have to do.
No one had looked over to notice me as they were all too wrapped up in the group sex going on, I was rock hard, my pants were half way down my legs with my hand wrapped around my cock, I couldn’t believe what Jeff saying, he lied to me, he didn’t want to be with me at all.
All he cared about was having Max’s big cock to fuck his ass whenever he wanted, fuck I couldn’t help it and came in my hand and was instantly regretting walking in on this scene. I rushed to the toilet to clean up, I went upstairs to pack some more clothes and toiletries, I was on my way out and noticed Max looking at me with a fucking smirk on his face, he winked at me as I approached the front door.
He thought I was just going to walk out the door saying nothing, but I decided I wanted Jeff to see some of the pain I was feeling, fuck you Max I yelled at him and yanked off Jeff’s blindfold, I hope you enjoy Max’s cock I told him, this is the last time you will see me. His face went white as a ghost, he was starting to cry, Alex let me explain he said. I’ve heard it all before Jeff and I left the apartment.
I drove to Ben’s place and knocked on his door. As soon as he opened the door, he knew something had happened, he wrapped me in his arms and brought me inside, I told him I had left Jeff, he was never going to be faithful to me, he didn’t love me like he said he did.
Ben just held me as I started to cry, he asked me what had happened and I told him that I came home early to surprise Jeff and what I walked into when I got home.
Ben started swearing about his father saying he was such a cunt for doing this, he knew you and Jeff were not seeing him anymore but he took the first opportunity to see Jeff, I looked at Ben and told him it’s not all Max’s fault, Jeff has his own mind, he knew what he was doing.
Ben took me to his bedroom and started to strip me and told me to get in bed, I was like a zombie. I couldn’t believe Jeff had done this to me again. My phone started to ring, it was Jeff, I just looked at the phone and let it ring out.
I started to cry again and Ben got in bed with me and cradled me telling me it was going to be alright. The phone started to ring again, it was Jeff again, I didn’t want to talk to him, so I turned my phone off.
After a restless night I woke up wondering what I was going to do now, I knew I had to go back to Auckland at some stage for work, so I thought it would be a good idea to cut ties with Jeff now and move there permanently.
I got out of bed and went to the kitchen where Ben was making some coffee. He looked at me with a sad smile. “Are you okay?” he said. I went and gave him a hug. I thanked him for looking after me last night. I told him I was thinking of flying back to Auckland early as I had to go back for training eventually.
He agreed that it might be a good idea to put some distance between me and Jeff but you shouldn’t make any rash decisions.
You need to get your head straight and decide if it is really over between you two, you are going to have to talk to him eventually, he’s been calling me, so he knows you are here, I told him to give you some space and you will ring him when you are ready.
To be continued…….
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