My FWB and I had been on a month long dry spell, mostly because we were just too busy. I was starting to think our FWB relationship was fizzling out. We managed to find time last week to hook up however the sex was absolute shit for both of us. He lasted way too long, my vagina was starting to get friction burns, and he never came. I also admitted to sleeping with another dude earlier that week. Overall neither of us were happy campers and I was starting to think I should switch FWB duties over to the new guy.
This week, my FWB invited me over and to me this was do or die, if I wasn’t happy again, I was going to drop him as FWB. I meet him in his garage where he is finishing smoking a cone, he tells me to go wait in his bedroom while he does a few things. I go and sit on his bed, looking around the dimly lit room. I did manage to see a red light beaming off the dresser at the end of the bed. It was a mini camera and apparently he had some plans to film.