Let's take a look.

Tom sipped his whiskey thoughtfully. Ever since he took the anesthetic, he'd experienced an overwhelming sense of gratitude and peace. He had been plagued by anxiety his entire life, and feeling all of his racing thoughts grind to a halt the moment the pill took effect was nothing short of miraculous. Here he was, sitting in his living room, without a care in the world when a year ago he spent most nights almost crying with stress.

A sudden movement caught his eye through the large bay window at the front of his house. It almost looked like- no, that couldn't be right. He stepped outside and stared with shock at the scene before him.

A man was on some sort of rickshaw, languidly sipping a beer. In front of him, a woman covered in sweat pulled him along. She was topless and wearing only a bikini bottom with sensible running shoes. As he watched, a small bead of sweat ran down her chest and dripped from her right nipple.

"Hello!" he said amicably. Whoever these people were, Tom felt like he should make sure everything was ok. The woman turned back to the man with a questioning look and he nodded. She abruptly halted and put down the handles, helping herself to a long pull from a water bottle she retrieved from a small cooler in the rickshaw.

"Hey there," the man replied with a smug grin. "You like my ride?"

Tom nodded dumbly. Now that the surprise had worn off, he realized it was a nice system. The woman spoke next.

"Of course he does, babe. Look at him. He's obviously taken the pill."

The man replied with a wave of his hand. "Take five, Penny. I wanna fuck with this guy a little." She smiled and stepped into the cart, sitting in the shade and holding the cold water bottle between her breasts. Tom stared unabashedly as the man approached.

"She's pretty good-looking, huh?" he asked conspiratorially. "You like those tits?"

Tom smiled. "Yeah. Why is she topless?"

"Well, you see, she's my wife. After we discussed it and agreed that we wouldn't, she took the anesthetic behind my back."

Tom nodded again, although he didn't see the connection. The stranger continued.

"I, on the other hand, haven't. When she told me what she did, I was felt betrayed. I was angry, bitter, and resentful, and the worst part was that she couldn't feel bad about it! No matter how angry I got at her, she just kept on smiling and feeling good like the rest of you fucking nimrods."

Tom was taken aback by the sudden insult. It didn't bother him, of course, but it was very unexpected. It was like a stone dropped into a perfectly still lake - it disrupted the placid beauty of his frictionless day, but made it delightfully interesting. He motioned for the man to keep going.

"So I decided that berating her and belittling her wasn't enough. I wanted to do something the old Penny would have hated. So now I'm doing all kinds of awful shit to her. She owes me for lying to me and she knows I'm working out my anger this way, so we're copacetic. Right, darling?"

Penny's breathing was finally starting to return to normal. "Right, babe! If this is what it takes to make our relationship work, I'm all for it! I love you, Matt."

Tom wasn't sure what to make of this. There were all sorts of unusual arrangements between grumpies and normal people, but he'd never seen one quite like this. He smiled and shrugged. "Glad it's working out for you! I think marriage is-"

"I don't want your opinion on marriage, you fucking cretin. I just stopped because Penny needs breaks. We found out the hard way that she can easily overdo it. You're in luck, though, because we've recently become a bit of an open relationship."

Tom raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Well, open in the sense that she'll do whatever I tell her to do with a smile on her face. Right, Penny?"

The woman in the cart gave a thumbs up and the man (Matt?) turned back to Tom. "So it's your lucky day, buddy. I want somebody to use her. I wanna watch you do whatever you want to her and know it's because I'm letting it happen. So what do you want from Penny here?"