It only gets worse.

You'd noticed... changes around the house. Aubrey seemed to be much more meek than usual. When you prodded her, she made up some excuse about anxiety with work or having Jake at the house. But for the latter, you started to grow more concerned.

She would readily do whatever he asked and he seemed to be getting bolder. He would tell her to get him a beer or cook him dinner and she would respond with a "yes sir" and drop what she was doing. You asked her about it and she told you that she just wanted to be a good host while he was there.

To your chagrin, Jake had even started coming out of his room more. You would be watching TV and he'd come in and watch with you. It felt... unnerving. He would initiate small talk and, while you tried to engage, you would rather be anywhere but there.

Then, one day, his small talk became a bit less innocent. "You're a lucky man, John. You've got a hot MILF wife and she's trained so well. Does everything she's told right off the bat."

That had been a rather new development which had made you grow a bit worried about her. "Haha yeah. I'm one lucky guy."

"Wish I could have a crack at get," he shrugged, his words coming across as nonchalant as they could.

You almost did a double take, but you kept your composure. "Yea, in your dreams, bud." You felt a sense of confidence with that. Aubrey would never even come close to touching a guy like him.

Jake leaned forward, "wanna bet?"

Part of you knew this was a bad idea, but the other part just couldn't wait to destroy him. "Hell yeah."

A cocky smirk crossed his face, "alright. If I win, you get the guest room and I get to have your master bedroom for as long as I'm here."

"And if I win, you have to handle all of the chores in the house until you're gone," you replied, ready to have a free butler. "Let's say you have until the weekend, since I'm being generous."

"Nah, I bet I can get her tonight. After dinner, you go wait in the closet and I'll convince her. You can watch while I plow your girl." He crossed his arms and leaned back, as smug as ever.

"Alright. One night. I'll even record it. Can't wait to watch you get absolutely destroyed by her. You don't even stand a chance with her," you felt just as smug and confident, perhaps even more so.