Bad Idea: We Sent Sexy Pictures of My New Girlfriend to My Buddy
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Her date with my best friend
Romance Sex Story: Her date with my best friend - We sent sexy pictures of my new girlfriend to my buddy. That was very bad idea, my friend asked my girlfriend if she wanted to go on a date with him too.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Rape Romantic Heterosexual True Story Cheating Cuckold Sharing Wife Watching MaleDom FemaleDom Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory White Male White Female Masturbation Petting Safe Sex Tit-Fucking Prostitution Revenge Violence
“You didn’t tell me you broke up. I hope it wasn’t because of me. I hope it’s okay if I go on a date with your ex tomorrow. Maybe you could help me with some advice, since you met her first and I’ve been in love with her ever since. I hope you don’t mind, but I’m really excited to meet her in person. I’ve imagined it countless times, and it looks like my wish will come true tomorrow. I’m really excited, and would like to take her home for the night. If you have any ideas about what to watch out for, or what to say to her, you could really help me as an old friend.”
That was my ex-best friend’s last message...
I was too tired to respond immediately, so I just ignored the whole thing. It annoyed me that she was able to ask my oldest friend out on a date after cheating on me. And he’s part of my circle of friends. She’ll tell him what happened (I think the threesome and then revenge), and everyone will laugh at me. I need to come up with something. Should I tell my friends that we broke up because my ex has AIDS? Did she catch it from his colleague? Or should I say she’s pregnant and the next loser will be the father, while she doesn’t know who is this? Nah, screw it, I’m too tired for this.
The weekend is coming up, and I need to throw a party with my friends to get ahead of the gossip because it seems like my ex isn’t going to stop. She’s plotting revenge, and doesn’t seem to be stopping. Luckily, my friend didn’t push me too hard to give him ‘advice’ about my ex. I’m hoping again that it’s all just annoying nonsense, but that’s not the case this time, because if it were, only my ex would have written to me. But my friend wrote, too. So, it’s almost certain that they will date.
“When are you planning to go on a date?”
“We’re meeting tomorrow after work. She originally wanted to come to my place right away, but I’m really nervous, so I talked her into going to a restaurant first.”
“You’re pretty stupid; she was having sex with her coworkers, that’s why we broke up.”
“Well, that’s a problem, because I’m in love with her, but I also want her. I think about her every day before I go to sleep...”
“Oh, you stupid loser, she’ll ruin you too, because she’s hysterical and cheater.”
“I don’t know, I’ll see. I want to meet her first. Then I will see...”
It was stupid to write to my friend because it just made me even more upset. After dinner, she’ll definitely sleep with him. That’s how she is. If someone invites her to dinner, she spreads her legs. She won’t miss this opportunity for revenge. I became even more upset than before.
The next morning, I didn’t have any messages, but I was still nervous all day. I thought about driving to my ex’s office after work to talk. I did the maths and realised I had done something really stupid with the paid prostitute. It’s only the beginning of the month, but I’m almost broke. I won’t even have money for gas, let alone a romantic dinner. During the day, I had to stop sometimes to catch my breath and calm down. I decided that, after work, I would drive to her office, like I used to, and wait for her so we could talk. It doesn’t make any sense. I’m not saying we should make up, but at least we should leave each other alone.
A few hours before the end of the workday, I received a message.
‘This is my outfit for today. I don’t know if it’s sexy enough for a first date, but it also has to be elegant, because I have a dinner invitation. When was the last time you invited me to dinner?’
Is she leaving now? How is that possible, when there are still more than two hours left in the workday?
‘Fuck you, bitch!’
“I hope I will!”
I wrote to my friend because I was very surprised.
‘How come you’re dating now? So early? It’s not even the end of the workday yet.’
‘I was also surprised that she asked for it so early, but I think she’s not working anywhere right now.’
“How is that possible?”
No reply. That made me even more upset. In my rush, my work became more difficult and slower, I got stuck in traffic with the truck, and, in my anger, I even swore at an intersection. My workday wasn’t over yet when my phone beeped again. With a lump in my throat, I checked to see what it was.
It was a selfie of them sitting in an elegant place, food and wine in front of them, a thick ‘Italian food’ sign behind them, my ex in a sexy off-shoulder top without a bra, my friend in a simple brown sweater with slightly tousled hair and stubble, both of them grinning.
“Well, we’re done with the delicious foreplay, how about you?” she wrote under the picture.
I buried my face in my hands, helplessly, with at least an hour left of work. I went home, very angry, and texted a few friends to see if they wanted to come to the local pub, but everyone was tired or working late. At home, I threw my phone on the bed and turned it off, so they wouldn’t send me selfies while they are fucking.
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