My Married Best Friend Is My Yandere

We have a special connection. I know that sounds like her talking, but it explains why we got so insanely close so fucking fast. I know it should’ve been a warning to me when she told me we were “soul mates,” but I thought it was platonic.

Yes, there was sexual tension. Yes, she sexualized my intelligence. Yes, she called my heard “beautiful.” BUT SHE’S MARRIED! I thought it was harmless!

We live in the same neighborhood. I live in a first floor apartment. She lives a block away in the houses. She comes over at nights and we drink on my living room, or out on my patio.

Things started to change when the two of us got a little too drunk and I started talking about my frustrations with my absentee father starting to guilt me into doing family stuff again. I got a little too into my feels and she ended up holding me while I cried because of how badly his side of my family treats me.

That was the last time I heard from him…

A few days afterwards, we started talking about kinks and fetishes… well, we talked about *my* kinks and fetishes. She said she’d tell me hers, but she never did…

Well, I told her I had a thing for watching. Like, cuckolding and stuff? Well, the next day, she came bursting into my apartment in hysterics, telling me she saw the most awful thing in her life. Apparently, she looked up cuckolding and it devastated her, which kinda hurts. However, she grabbed me by the face and forced me to promise her I’d never watch that porn again

That night, she sent me the link to a cloud file called “Your New Porn.” In the text, she told me to save the file, so I did. In the file was a video. She set up her phone and recorded her and her husband having sex. After it was done, she picked the phone up and whispered “I hope you like this.”

The file grew everyday for a week. Slow, at first, but the amount started to quadruple. He got into it almost immediately, holding the phone while he fucked her. He would talk about how great all this was, not knowing what had gotten into her.

One day, she texted me saying “I wasn’t talking to him in the new video. You know exactly who I was talking to.”

I went to the new video and it was 42 minutes of the hottest sex I’d seen them have yet. At the 35 minute mark, she was staring right into the camera and started saying…

“You like this, baby? Does this get you hard? I hope it does. I hope this makes you happy. Oh, it’s so fucking good! Oh god… oh, fuck! I’m cumming! *I’m cumming!*

That night, she came over, but she didn’t have her bottle of wine like she usually did. We talked about the porn. I told her I wasn’t too comfortable with her sharing those videos behind her husband’s back.

She told me not to worry, he’s not going to suspect anything. That’s when she went to kiss me and after a few seconds, I backed away. I told her this all felt wrong and she told me this was important to her. I didn’t say anything and she just left after that.

A couple days passed before I heard anything out of her. What I got was an alert from my phone that a new video had been posted in the shared folder. It was short, like 5 minutes, which wasn’t normal.

I played the video and it started with her, fully clothed and drinking wine.

“Hey, baby! Sorry I haven’t been posting regularly, but I wanted you to know I talked it over with my husband and we’ve agreed to an open marriage! Isn’t that great? Now we can be together without you worrying! Oh! I almost forgot.”

The video still going, she walks through her house and into the bedroom. Loud, rough sex noises could be heard with the cries of a woman that sounded vaguely familiar. She turned, still in the video, but her husband was now over her shoulder. He was clearly going to town on some woman, looking up and smiling.

“Hey, baby! Liking our new arrangement?” She asked with a wide smile.

“Yeah, baby. I love it as much as I love you.”

She giggles, “I love you too, baby! Here, just to be sure, let’s ask your little fuck puppet if she likes our new arrangement.”

She put her wine glass down and the camera stayed on her. She went to the woman her husband had been jackhammering, wrapping her fist around her hair. When she picked her head up, there was the sloppy, spit and tear soaked face of my *ex-girlfriend!*

“How ’bout it, fuck puppet,” she asked, “Does this work for you?”

My ex pleaded “P-please! Please! Please let me cum! I need to cum!”

She drops her head, ignoring her please for an orgasm. Just then I got a text from my ex’s phone. It was her boyfriend, asking if I’d seen her. Apparently, she’s been missing for a few days.

“Oh, and baby?” Her video continued. “Don’t look behind you.” That’s when she winked at the camera.

I suddenly heard a cute giggle behind me…

(HI! First time posting here, originally posted this somewhere else, but I knew this sub existed and I figured it might belong here. Hope you guys like it…)

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