Helpless, forlorn and forgotten. This is how I was sitting, watching my wife making out with my closest friend Dylan, stepping into the room, lifting me alone.
You know how events piled up to cause this difficult sight. I misled him many times. Yes, I did, but the reaction was harsh, rude and unexpected.
I didn't know Dylan is so much bold that he did this before my eyes. Still, he did it openly, unabashedly and shamelessly. But, what about Becky, who admitted that she has the hots for him since the first time she saw him at our wedding, but she said that it's just a desire, and I stupidly believed her.
Dylan carried my wife into the master bedroom and closed the door. The first 15 minutes, I heard nothing, then I listened to the bedsprings bouncing. Yeah, the childhood friend, my neighbour was having sex with my wife. It was painful to me, but the most painful thing was that they were fully aware that I was out there and realized what was happening.
Becky started to moan, her groans were getting louder little by little. She stopped groaning gradually for minutes, then she began crying again. It looks like they were changing positions.
After about an hour and a half, it went quiet. I heard Becky laughing loud intermittently, they were joking or mocking, I don't know what they were talking about.
Dylan opened the door, he walked out of the room wearing a black tight boxer brief. He sat on the sofa facing me, lit a cigarette, he didn't even look at me or give me any attention till he extinguishes the cigarette.
He glanced at me and lit another cigarette. "How you feel," he murmured.
I didn't respond shamefully, didn't know what to say.
Dylan smiled mockingly, "You know what your problem is!" he took a puff of his cigarette, then continued, "Your problem is your silence."
Dylan took a sip of juice which served by Becky and said, "Ok, I know it's so hard for you, it's the first time, you will get used to it soon. But you have to know that I never want to do that out of respect for you, but it was you who made me do that." He took another puff, "So, don't blame me, bro," he grinned.
Dylan checked his phone for minutes after he put it again beside him, he said, "I had known everything, I know you wanna me sleep with your wife. I was shocked, but you played games with me for a long time. I said to myself, that man wanna you to please his wife, so go for it."
Dylan kept quiet for moments, then said, "Don't discuss this with Becky, and I will guarantee you that what we have done you would ask us to do it again."
He walked into the room, closed the door. After 10 minutes, he went out fully dressed and headed to the apartment door, I stood up to bid farewell to him.
On the doorstep, he said, "I'm going to be here tomorrow, I told Becky that you have no problem with that, so don't be a dickhead," he warned.
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I came into the room, Becky was wearing a pyjama, resting in the bed. She smiled as she saw me. I dealt with the matter as if it quite common.
"Dylan will be here tomorrow night, I wish you enjoy a good time again," I smiled, trying to spare her blushes.
"I know, he will be here doing what he has done one more time," she grinned.
"Is he endowed?" I hinted.
"Well-hung," she bragged.
"You would see how a good husband I'm," I joked.
She laughed, "You are already a good husband, but when it comes to Dylan pleasing me, I can tell you now, you are a great husband," Becky praised.
We joked a little, I went to bed beside her, we kissed passionately, I can tell you I smelled the sex on her. I fell asleep, It was a hard day, in addition to, I had work.
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I wake up early, I headed to work. At 11 pm, Dylan phoned me to tell me he'd come to my house, I told him I was at work, he said he would prefer to wait for me.
I always finish my work at 12, I got off work around 12, I called him on my way home to inform him that I was coming.
I got home, Becky was wearing a white tank top revealing most of her cleavage and a black 3/4 yoga pants, she primped for him.
Becky met me with hugs and kisses, she was shining. I looked all over her, "Dylan would love this," I said with a grin.
"Ummm, yup, he loves women with big boobs," she rejoiced.
"That's true, I know him so well, he always says, 'Don't look at the woman's heart, look at what is above her heart.'"
While we were joking, the bell rang. I walked to the door, "Hey buddy, how are you," I met Dylan, and we hugged each other.
"Great bro." He ended the hug, gazed at my wife with a grin, got close, held her waist, she rested her hands up to his chest and kissed each other wildly.
I remained standing, watching them kissing and rubbing each other's bodies till the kisses became gentle.
They broke the kisses, Dylan gazed at her breasts, "You look so much brilliant tonight," Dylan whispered.
"I'm all yours," she murmured.
Dylan smirked and took her hand to set on a sofa, I sat on the couch facing them.
Becky crossed her legs, slightly slanted toward him and rested her head on his shoulder. He sneaked his arm around her, getting her much closer.
Dylan and I talked a little about work. I said that the two jobs are very exhausting and tedious.
He agreed, "You are right, I only have one job, but it looks like I'll have one more." He joked, gazed at Becky lustfully, and bent down for a light kiss.
I joked back, "What about the other job."
"Oh man, this is the only job I can take on without pay," he mocked. I glimpsed his middle finger brushing her cleavage while he was looking at me, "Man you have a hot wife, she deserves to be well treated."
Dylan bent down to kiss her roughly, his hand cupped her big breast harshly.
His legs were wide open, Becky smoothed his dick nicely. They cut the kisses, Becky said in a low tone, "Wanna some coke?"
"Yeah, don't be late."
Becky went to the kitchen, dried the cups and served coke to him.
We drank some Coca-Cola, Dylan was whispering in her ear, sharing jokes, in fact, I couldn't hear them clearly.
Dylan looked at me, "We have to do a little dance."
Becky suggested enthusiastically, "What about some slow dance."
"Slow what!" Dylan retorted in a fun way, "It's nonsensical, what about some lap dance," he said with a wink, he looked over at me, "Lap dance is sensitive, Sami right?"
"Whatever you two want is good for me." I simply answered.
"Buddy hit 'Candy shop' song," Dylan commanded me in a soft voice.
Candy shop is an old hip hop music by 50 Cent.
I plugged my phone on the amplifier, hit the music, it was so loud.
Becky stood up, showed her body to Dylan, who was sitting rubbing his dick. He slumped in a drooping, improper posture to let her sit on his lap.
