Fucking my boyfriend’s BFF…then telling him [FM]

This was a couple of months back, but I still get a twisted thrill whenever I think about how a woman can drive a wedge into a lifelong friendship.

My boyfriend at the time, Chris, was a good guy, but a little too soft for my liking. I constantly did things simply to get a rise out of him, but his even-keeled demeanor kept him calm and cool, never erupting like I hoped he would do.

That all changed early this fall. Chris planned a hunting trip for early October, and because I can be a selfish bitch, I didn’t want him to go.

I don’t know if I should say that. Maybe I didn’t care if he went, and I was just digging my heels in to get a rise out of Chris, and start a World War 3 type of fight that I’d been denied so many times before.

Needless to say, Chris ended up going, but spent his entire two-week *boys trip* texting, calling, and FaceTiming me because he wanted to reassure me that he was doing nothing wrong. (Like I cared)

At the end of his first week away, on Friday, I decided to go to a little shit-hole bar in our town that I knew his best friend and roommate, Corey, frequented.

Now, Chris and Corey had been besties forever. I swear the two were fucking because those two were attached at the hip, and their personalities fed off each other like some annoying comedy duo that you wouldn’t pay to see.

Corey was hot as fuck though. Tall, tanned, dark eyes like onyx, and a muscular frame which cried out for attention.

I was smitten with Corey, and loved to walk around their apartment in skimpy clothes, energized by the way his eyes would linger on my ass whenever I walked past.

Anytime we were all together, say, watching a movie, I would make it a point for Corey to catch me staring in his direction. The chemistry was obvious, but the kid lived by the *Bro’s before Hoes* motto like some sort of personal religion. He never did one single thing which crossed the line, even if we were left alone.

I was determined to change the terms of our relationship, and hopefully split the boys in two, so I could see what being with Chris was like without his sidekick always around.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. If I went through with this, and cheated on Chris, wouldn’t he just leave me?

The answer is no. Chris had turned a blind eye to my infidelities before. I knew how to turn the waterworks on when the timing was exquisite, and that little soft heart of his would bend to my will.

So, Friday night.

I’m dressed to kill, wearing a blazing red skirt which climbs my long legs like Ivy in the spring, and a sheer white top, unbuttoned halfway to expose my voluptuous breasts.

It is my guaranteed *to get laid* outfit. It’s never failed me, and with the long matching heels bringing me up to Corey’s eye level, I was sure he’d be eating out of my hand before the night was through.

Everything went according to plan at first. Corey arrived just after 7pm, and sat at the bar next to me, surprised I’d be in a dive like this all alone.

I explained how I was sad and lonely with Chris being gone…really focusing on the *lonely* part.

I just needed to get out of the house, and wash away some of my sorrows. (The damsel in distress routine always works as well)

Corey and I sat and chatted for a couple hours straight; confirming the chemistry I knew we had. Every so often I’d see his black eyes wander, down to my chest, and up my legs crossed slightly in his direction.

I know Corey enough to understand his weakness. The guy is a pussy-hound, and who can blame him? With his baby-face, million dollar smile, and gloriously statuesque body, it’s no wonder the kid has cheated on every girl he’s ever dated. Women throw themselves at him. Hell, I was throwing myself at him.

People Corey associated with began flooding the bar like an unwanted red-tide, derailing the plans I had for the evening…and hopefully early morning.

The robber me of Corey’s attention, but I played it cool, and sat alone at the bar, left to fend off the dozen or so dicks coming at me from all angles.

I was feeling tipsy and frustrated by midnight, when the bartender yelled, “Last call!”

Only a shit-hole like this would close before 2am when the place was packed.

I turned with the intention of telling Corey goodnight, but when my eyes searched the table he and his boys were sitting at, Corey was nowhere to be found.

I waited a few minutes, hoping he was in the bathroom, but as the bartender flipped the harsh lights and told everyone to leave, I realized Corey had left.

That fucker’s will to resist is strong.

It was when I stepped out onto the damp sidewalk that I decided to throw one last hail marry.

I could have easily drove home. Hell, my apartment was only a couple blocks. But, I thought I’d pull out the *damsel in distress* routine one final time.

I dialed Corey’s phone, and prayed he would answer.

One ring.

Two rings.

And finally on the third, Corey’s baritone voice rattled in my ear.

“What’s up, Izzy?” he asked, his voice hinting with surprise.

“You left without saying goodbye. You aren’t mad at me are you?” I wanted to put him on the defensive, and feel as if he needed to prove he wasn’t.

“You know I could never be mad at you,” he said. His voice was grabbing hold of some of that irresistible swagger.

“Good, because I’m kinda drunk, and I don’t think I can drive home. Now I’m stuck out in this parking lot with a bunch of creepy guys staring at me.”

The deal was sealed, and Corey told me to sit in my car and hold tight. He was on the way.

I swear Corey must have shattered every traffic law between his place and the bar, because he arrived in record time, and escorted this wounded dawn back to safety.

“Do you want to come inside for a minute?” I asked as he parked in front of the stairs to my apartment.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he chivalrously replied, fighting back the urge.

*Fuck this guy*, I thought. *His will is winning.*

“It doesn’t have to be a big deal, Corey. I just wanted some company, and I trust you.”

“I know,” he replied. “But Chris probably wouldn’t appreciate me alone with his girl. It looks bad, ya know?”

“Well, I won’t tell him if you won’t.” Our eyes met beneath the sparkling of the street lamp, and my intentions were crystal clear.

Once inside my apartment, I knew I needed to act fast. Corey stood with his back resting against the bar separating the living room and kitchen, his hands bunching and releasing the staunch leather of his jacket.

He looked so nervous, which was cute. He reminded me of a virginal teen who got his first clean look at a real set of boobs; his eyes wanting to focus on them, but too afraid to look.

“You can relax,” I purred, setting my keys and purse down on the end table. “I won’t bite.”

Corey smiled as the strength faded from his knees. I could see his chest heaving and falling like a ventilator, struggling to keep his burning lungs filled with air. He wasn’t about to make a move, so it was incumbent on me to kick things off.

I walked over to where Corey stood, placing my hands on his broad chest as I batted my eyes up at his towering height; his towering height making me feel small and vulnerable.

“So, is there anything you want to do?” I asked, my voice dripping with flirtatious passion.

Corey smiled. “Oh, there is a lot I want to do,” he replied. “But, I can’t. I’m a good boy, but you’re not making this easy.”

My hand lingered it’s way down his flat stomach, my nails lightly tickling. “I don’t like good boys,” I whispered. “And look around, it’s only you and me. We can be ourselves in here, and no one ever has to know.”

My words were the permission Corey needed to feel safe enough to not stop this inevitable seduction I was laying on thick. It was okay for him to let go of his little code for just a little while, and give in to the passions of his tanned flesh.

Our faces grew closer together, pulled in like two magnets being clamped together as the invisible force of nature began to take over.

Still Corey resisted. We were so close I could smell the wintery freshness of his breath, but Corey refused to close these final few inches, and leap across the line he refused to cross.

“Can I tell you a secret,” I purred, my eyes fluttering softly as I looked up at him.

“Yeah.” Corey’s voice was unsure and shaken.

I stood up taller, stretching the arches of my soft feet until my eyes were nearly even with his. “I’m really fucking wet right now,” I said, a devious smirk crossing my plump lips.

It was like my words had tripped the switch to Corey’s brain, flicking off that part which kept him loyal to his friend, and flipping on that animalistic desire which made Corey the alpha male he was.

Corey’s lips pressed hard against mine, sending my mind feeling as his tongue jammed into my mouth. The dam had crashed back to earth, releasing a torrent of pent up desire as our hands began clutching and clawing at every body part we could.

I was taken aback by Corey’s force, and a little unnerved by the way his superior strength pushed me backwards through my apartment as our lips remained locked, until we both stepped past the threshold of my bedroom.

Thoughts of his friendship with Chris totally evaporated once inside. Corey’s mighty hands lifted me from beneath my armpits, and he flung me on the bed like a child would throw a nerf ball through the air with ease.

I landed with a crash against the softness of the mattress, my mind reeling as it attempted to get ahead of events, and wrestle back the control I’d unwillingly lost.

Corey gave me no time to recover though. He dove his head between my shaky legs like a man possessed, pushing my skirt up my hips until the straining seams sounded out with a tear.

My soiled panties were pulled from my legs before I even knew what was happening, and Corey’s furious tongue pressed it’s softness against my swelled clit, collapsing my writhing body back down onto the bed.

Corey lapped at my cunt like a man starving for days. He dove his tongue inside me, spreading my fertile juices across his lips, before circling around my aching clit.

I’d never been taken with such force, and it was only a matter of a minute before the swells of rushing relief began building somewhere deep within me.

Now it was me begging to resist. I pleaded with Corey to come up here so I could regain my dominance. But Corey’s will to push me over the edge was too strong, and he placed my bulging button between his lips, suckling it softly until my hands gripped his soft hair, and my orgasm ejecting from my body like a torrent of a flooded hurricane.

Corey climbed on the bed as the euphoric pulsing continued to ravage my pussy. Somehow he had undressed as my mind went blank from the intensity of the release, and he was sitting on his knees up by my head.

I dove at his dangling cock with the same hunger he had shown, taking his swollen shaft into my mouth, relishing in the sweet musky taste.

Corey’s cock was swollen and thick, stretching my lips as he began to maneuver around to remove my clothing. Each time a new piece was removed, his cunning cock would pull away from me, and I would desperately dive at it until his burgeoning head popped back between my lips.

Finally we were both naked. Corey on his knees up by my head while lay on my back, accepting as much of him as my dainty mouth could handle.

I let him feed me his tree of life like a newborn, snaking it into my mouth until I spit up my milky mucus, swathing his shaft with my slime until Corey’s cock glistened in the dim light of my room.

This sudden urge to have Corey fill my mouth with his seed inundated my foggy mind. I envisioned the warmth gushing against my tastebuds, the silky thickness as it oozed down my waiting throat, and the tart aftertaste tingling my chapped lips, burning the memory into my very being.

But, that wasn’t in the cards. Corey pulled his dick free from my mouth, letting my tongue trail against the underside of his purple shaft until his tightened balls stuffed between my lips.

Corey’s balls were heavy and tight as I gently took each into my mouth, sucking just hard enough to make his body jump with anticipation.

I wanted to devour all of him. To consume him, and suck his very essence into mine. but my lips and tongue and writhing naked body had pushed Corey to the edge of insanity.

Corey gripped my slender waist, and pulled me around until my open legs slid into place on either side of his muscular frame.

He drove inside of me with ease, my sopping pussy accepting all of his thunderous cock without the least bit of resistance.

I’d never been this turned on in my life. The rawness of the passion, the beauty of Corey’s sleek body contracting as he took me, and the forbidden nature of what we were doing, combined to send my body, my mind, and my spirit to heights I’d never thought possible.

Corey had his way with me. His mouth snapped against my nipples until they ached from being so erect. I bit down on his shoulder, leaving an imprint of my dental records seared into his skin.

He flipped me on my stomach, and fucked me hard from behind, pulling my hair as his free hand crashed against my ass with fury.

I didn’t give a fuck. I wanted to be abused by him. His assault was nothing short of miraculous; his stamina unmatched by anyone I’d ever experienced.

Corey drove hard into me, and fast. My pussy struggling to keep up with his fiery demands.

My entire body was covered in a slick sheen of salty sweat, and each time my hands and knees gave way, collapsing me to the bed, a soaking stain of my outline was left on the sheets.

Still Corey gave me no respite. He would pull me back up, driving more furiously as if he were angry at my bodies weakness.

This went on for what seemed to my rattled, sex craved brain, for hours. I couldn’t believe how hard and fast his pace could go, and for so long.

Finally, I heard Corey’s dominance begin to fade; felt his fearsome cock beginning to swell inside me, stretching my delicate walls to their breaking point.

Corey flipped me onto my back, his dark eyes masked by the sweat-stained hair clinging to my face.

He thrusted slowly, but deep, bottoming his dick out inside me. Corey’s face was red and angry with each pump, and I knew he was starting to feel the effects of my contracting cunt.

It took all I had to form the words rattling in my brain. I could see them in my brain whirling past, but catching the right ones took nearly every last ounce of energy.

“Cum on my face,” i begged, the words stuttering out of my chest.

I felt like such a whore just saying that out loud. I was being degraded, my tight body being used and abused for some sick revenge fantasy. I wanted to complete the deal.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a2qybz/fucking_my_boyfriends_bffthen_telling_him_fm