Dirty Desires
Copyright© 2026 by honkkerr
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Finding her best friend and her boyfriend in bed together was the worst way to start her belated birthday party. Aria Pope sought solace in a bottle of whiskey. Content to be on her own. Until an older man offered to take her mind off her pains. A rough tumble in the sheets and an extended one night stand later, Aria discovers that the mysterious stranger is none other than… her ex's father… and her new boss.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Rough Spanking Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Spitting Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Size
This wasn’t how I expected tonight to go. I wanted a surprise but not this kind of surprise.
I didn’t scream. I didn’t move. Even my heart seemed to forget how to beat, as if my body was waiting for someone to tell it this wasn’t real.
That what I was seeing wasn’t real and my eyes were playing tricks on me. My best friend and my boyfriend were cheating on me with each other.
They were both staring wide-eyed at me and bile rose high in my throat from how much guilt was written on their faces. I retched— a dry sound.
That alone spurred them into action.
“Aria!” Ben shouted and removed his penis from where it was inside my best friend.
I almost laughed at the way it swung comically between his legs but the situation didn’t permit it. I was too angry.
Hannah dragged the bedsheets to cover her naked breasts and body. She kept on muttering ‘oh my God, oh my God, oh my God’
He isn’t even that good in bed. I wanted to scream at Hannah. Eleven years of friendship down the drain. Destroying that all over a bad fuck?
Come on.
I expected more from Hannah. This was the same girl who held my hair back in college bathrooms. The same girl who knew every version of me.
I took a step back, then another, my heel catching on the doorframe. Unlike the clean scent of the room I would have stayed in, this one smelled like the familiar sweaty perfume of both Ben and Hannah. My stomach twisted so hard I thought I might actually vomit this time.
“Say something,” Ben pleaded. His voice cracked, like that was supposed to mean something to me. Like the way he sounded mattered more than what he’d done.
He had dragged his pants up to his waist but didn’t zip or button it. He just held it up with his hands.
I found my voice then, sharp and hard. “How long?”
They exchanged a glance. That single look told me everything I needed to know—this wasn’t a mistake, not a drunken slip, or a one-time lapse in judgment. This was outright cheating. Hiding.
Hannah’s eyes filled with tears. “Aria, I swear to you I—”
“Don’t,” I cut in. My hands were shaking now, my body finally catching up to the reality my mind had been refusing. “Don’t swear. Don’t explain. Don’t try to gaslight me. I know what I saw.” I smiled bitterly. “What I’m still seeing.”
Hannah jumped out of the bed and threw on her soft Prada gown. The same red gown she ‘bought’ last week. Claiming she saved up her waitress cheques and thrifted it. Although now, I remember it came with a tag.
“Was it because of his money?” I asked Hannah.
“I didn’t— I never—”
I cut her off. “The dresses. Jewelry?”
“Princess.” Ben reached for me, instinctively, like he always did.
I flinched away, the motion violent enough to surprise even me. “Don’t. Don’t call me that.”
His hand dropped back to his side.
“It was a mistake.” Hannah started sobbing. She pulled her dress tighter around herself, as if modesty mattered now. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she sniffed.
If anyone should wail, it should be me.
“It just ... happened,” he said, weakly.
I laughed. A short, broken sound that scraped my throat raw. “Yeah. You tripped and fell into my best friend’s vagina.”
Silence swallowed the room.
Then Ben grimaced. “That’s crass. You don’t do crass.”
Cheating on me wasn’t crass but me calling it out was crass. That was so Ben.
“You’re right, Ben. I don’t do crass. I also don’t do this.” I turned before they could say anything else—before I could hear one more excuse, one more apology that meant absolutely nothing. My fingers closed around the door handle, cold and solid and real.
As I walked out, I realized something terrifyingly simple.
They hadn’t only broken my heart.
They’d erased the past, too.
All the memories I had with them would be forever soiled. That sucked because combined, they made me who I was.
The party was still ongoing as I left the house. Ben’s guests were either too wasted or too engrossed in party games to notice the birthday girl leaving her own party.
I gathered my things— only my shoulder bag and my coat— and left the apartment. The music wasn’t even thumping once I shut the door.
Trust Ben to install the best soundproof money could buy in his house. This would definitely not be the last party he would plan.
I went down to the shiny building lobby in Ben’s shiny private elevator.
Tomorrow, I will ask Ben to send my clothes to whatever motel I find tonight. I guess I was back to takeouts and couch surfing. I don’t have enough more to sustain living in a motel.
A part of me was surprised that he didn’t come running after me but another part knew that despite everything— me— Ben still had an appearance to maintain.
He was still the only son to a billionaire father. He would inherit a massive fortune someday.
Louche and reckless with everything. Even true love, apparently.
No wonder girls like Hannah threw themselves at him.
Another ugly thought came to my mind. What if it wasn’t only Hannah. What if he has a string of other girls he cheated on me with? What if he was only with me because I was a stable and sensible choice. I never drank or smoked. Or even had a tiny tattoo. By all metrics, I was a good girl.
The what ifs came and my mind spiraled.
Oh my God, I needed a drink. I needed to forget what I saw tonight.
Like a miracle, there was a bar up ahead. I marched towards it and without thinking of the consequences, entered.
Suits. That was all I could see. Suits and suits and suits.
Business men and women relaxing after a long day at work.
The place even smelled rich. Like Chanel N°19 and those tiny bottles Ben has dedicated shelves for.
I gathered my coat closer to my body. I didn’t even have it in me to be self conscious around so many professionals. The wound in my heart was still fresh and bleeding.
I was hurting badly and only alcohol would fix me. At least for a while. I dropped my bag on the deep brown mahogany bar and said to the bartender “Whiskey please.”