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The morning after it all happened, the beach, the drinks, the lap dance, the fucking, my friend called me.
I wasn’t sure what to expect. Maybe guilt, maybe awkward silence. But he got straight to the point.
“Hey, man… are you mad at me?” he asked.
I paused for a second. My stomach tightened a bit. But the truth was, I wasn’t. I told him, “No, I’m not mad. I gave you permission. You didn’t do anything I didn’t agree to.”
Then he said something that stuck with me.
“Good… because I don’t think I can stop. I keep thinking about her ass, bro. I can’t get over it. I want to fuck her again.”
I didn’t say anything right away. Just the idea of him fantasizing about her after what happened, of replaying it in his head, made my cock twitch. I told him, “If she wants it… I won’t get in the way.”
Apparently, she did want it. Because since that day… it’s happened three more times.
Each time has been more intense than the last.
The second time, she didn’t even tell me, she just let me find out when I came home early and heard them upstairs.
The third time? She literally left work in the middle of the day, texted me, “I need him.” She showed up at his business wearing sexy lingerie under her work clothes, garter belt, thigh-high stockings. And then she FaceTimed me, mid-fuck. He was taking her from behind on his office couch, and she held the phone so I could hear her moaning his name, whispering “He’s so big…” while looking me dead in the eyes through the screen.
After that, I couldn’t help myself. I asked her later, “Is this just a phase? Are you going to stop?”
She looked me straight in the eye and said, “No, baby. I don’t want to stop. He has a huge cock… and I love how it feels inside me.”
It wasn’t just the sex anymore. It was the thrill. The transgression. The fact that it was my friend. And that she was doing it with my full permission.
The last time? She invited him over while I was home, made me sit in the corner, and told me: “Since we’re breaking rules now… let’s make some new ones.”
It’s no longer about just one wild night. It’s becoming something else. He wants her. She wants him. And I… I can’t look away.
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