Several months after my first encounter my ex-bf’s best friend (from the storage unit), he texted me letting me know he was back to town for a funeral and asked if we could meet up. I was pleasantly surprised he wanted to see me again. His parent’s place wasn’t a viable option, so he booked a hotel room for the night after the funeral. I already made dinner plans with my friends for that same evening, so I wasn’t about to cancel anything for a last-minute booty call. He was very convincing, so I told him I would meet up with him after 10:00pm; my friends had me for dinner and drinks, but he could have me for the rest of the night.
The evening of our rendezvous, he kept sexting me all the raunchy things he wanted to do. He then dared me to go into the restroom and take a naughty selfie. I had never done anything like this before, but I couldn’t resist showing him how wet I was. He texted me back: “You should see how hard I am in person”. Well, I was about to find out. We paid our bill and I left for the hotel.
He met me in the hotel lobby and without saying a word, pressed my hand against the bulge in his pants. The second we walked into the room, he pinned me against the wall and said: “I wonder how wet you are without me even touching you”, and slid his hand up my skirt. A devilish smile crossed his face as he pushed my thong to the side and my juices coated his fingers. I quickly excused myself for the restroom to freshen up. As I was undressing, he told me through the door to take off everything except my skirt. An odd request, but I did as I was told and came out. I reached for the light switch, but he insisted we leave it on. I unbuttoned his shirt, licking and teasing his nipples – just like he did to me. Then I unzipped his pants, slowly pulled out his cock and worked my tongue up his shaft and around the base of his head.
Things were getting hot and heavy, until he abruptly stopped me and announced he brought a few “props” to help me loosen up: bed restraints, a vibrator, warming lube – just to name a few. He realized he had forgotten his blindfold at home and went to get a towel from the bathroom. While he was rummaging around, I heard his phone chime. I sat up to silence it, but his phone was on the nightstand – the sound came from somewhere else. I scanned the room and saw an upright tablet on the top shelf of the entertainment center. I didn’t notice it when I first arrived because it was in an inconspicuous place. I turned the tablet around and saw it was recording us! He came out of the bathroom and saw the look on my face. Realizing he was busted, he stammered: “I’m sorry for not telling you I was recording; I promise I wasn’t going to show it to anyone or post it online.” When I asked why record us if no one was going to see it, he said: “I thought we could watch it together,… So you can see what I see”. Pretty cocky to think he would EVER see me again after this, but I couldn’t help but be intrigued with his answer. I ask him: “And what exactly is it that I need to see?” After a few seconds, he tells me: “The look on your face when I slide into you.”
I drop my skirt and ask: “Which way should I be facing?”
Continued in part 2,…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/126f7vz/fm_i_38f_found_out_my_exbfs_best_friend_was