My (F)irst time with (M)y ex’s best friend

Background: I am 5'4, nice small breasts and an ass that won’t quit. Blond pixie cut, gray eyes, and dick-sucking lips. He’s about 5'8, 7 inches and thick. Foot long mohawk, hazel eyes, and strong, calloused man hands.

I met him about a year ago, when I was still with my ex. In fact, Alex was his best friend. The three of us would routinely go to punk rock shows and binge out on fast food afterwards. After my ex and I broke up, Alex and I stopped talking.

I moved across town recently, and now I live just one mile away from him. We start talking casually about jamming, then somehow it works into talking about his girlfriend at the time. She keeps cheating on him, sending him pictures of it and telling him all about her sexcapades. Which I mean, would be fine if he were into cucking.

“I need to leave her, Andi. But I want to hurt her, first. Like she’s hurt me.” Here’s my in, I think. “With me?”

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