Hey guys,
I've been reading stories here for months and finally decided to share mine. It's all real, kind of messy, and leaves me torn between insane jealousy and being harder than I've ever been. It's a long one, but here goes.
Back in university I fell hard for the girl who’s now my wife (calling her E). My best friend at the time (calling him M) was even more into her in the beginning. They flirted a ton early on, and he was the one making most of the moves while I was still figuring out how to talk to her. He would tell me nonstop how perfect her ass looked in those tight jeans, how she was literally built for sex, all that raw guy talk. Weirdly, hearing him go on about her only made me want her more. It turned my crush into full obsession.
Eventually things flipped. E and I got closer, started dating, then got really serious. M and I drifted apart a little because the whole thing got awkward. But since we had always been super open about girls (and I never thought it would turn into marriage), I shared way too much. Sexy details, even some photos I really shouldn’t have shown him. Stuff like her in lingerie or bending over. He would lose it, call her a goddess, say how lucky I was. I just laughed it off back then.
Years later we’re married. One random day E mentions how attractive she thought M was during those university days. Nothing dramatic, just “he was cute and we had fun flirting.” It hit me like a punch. Jealousy exploded at first, but then I couldn’t stop thinking about the two of them together. The what-if scenarios started playing in my head nonstop, and yeah, they made me rock hard.
So I did something dumb but intentional. Invited M over last minute for a game night. Told E we had important company coming but didn’t say who. Pushed her to dress classy and sexy, tight dress, heels, the whole vibe. When he walked in, the air was thick. Their hello hug lasted a beat too long. He kept glancing at her ass when she bent to grab drinks. They slipped right into old easy conversation, laughing, light touches on the arm, inside jokes. I sat there burning with jealousy and so turned on my heart was pounding and my dick was throbbing.
After that we hung out a few more times. One night when it was just me and M drinking, I “accidentally” opened my phone to some of her sexier pics while showing him something else. He snatched the phone, stared hard, then forwarded a couple to himself before I grabbed it back. I acted pissed but hearing him rave about how perfect she is, how lucky I am, flipped something in me. Knowing he had those pics, probably jerking off to them later, was humiliating and insanely hot at the same time.
The biggest moment so far was her birthday party. Invited a small group, including M. Everyone else left early but his place is far so he crashed on our couch. We drank a lot (we always fuck like crazy on birthdays). E got super tipsy and horny, stripped down to a tiny white tennis skirt and a thin tank top with no bra, nipples showing through. We all danced for a while, then I pretended to get tired and sat down. They kept dancing close. Not crossing any real lines, but the chemistry was obvious. Hands on hips, bodies brushing, eyes locked. She got sloppy ......, I helped her to the couch where she ...... sideways. Skirt hiked up, pink lace panties peeking out. I stepped away for a minute to grab water and left them alone. Pretty sure he took pics or at least stared the whole time.
Later she puked a bunch. We cleaned her up. I “forgot” her soaked pink panties in the bathroom. I already knew from old stories that M was into panties. Bet he sniffed them or pocketed them. Next morning he was gone early. When E asked about the panties a few days later I said I threw them out because of the mess. She believed me.
Right now the biggest fantasy I have is watching them fuck. I’m sure he still wants her bad. And she admitted finding him hot back then (probably still does). But the jealousy would destroy me, and that’s exactly what makes it so fucking hot. I haven’t pushed anything further yet because I’m scared of how intense it could get.
Has anyone here dealt with an old friend situation like this? How do you handle wanting it so bad while knowing the jealousy might break you? Or am I just torturing myself?
Thanks for reading. This place helps me sort through the mess in my head.
What do you think?
I've been reading stories here for months and finally decided to share mine. It's all real, kind of messy, and leaves me torn between insane jealousy and being harder than I've ever been. It's a long one, but here goes.
Back in university I fell hard for the girl who’s now my wife (calling her E). My best friend at the time (calling him M) was even more into her in the beginning. They flirted a ton early on, and he was the one making most of the moves while I was still figuring out how to talk to her. He would tell me nonstop how perfect her ass looked in those tight jeans, how she was literally built for sex, all that raw guy talk. Weirdly, hearing him go on about her only made me want her more. It turned my crush into full obsession.
Eventually things flipped. E and I got closer, started dating, then got really serious. M and I drifted apart a little because the whole thing got awkward. But since we had always been super open about girls (and I never thought it would turn into marriage), I shared way too much. Sexy details, even some photos I really shouldn’t have shown him. Stuff like her in lingerie or bending over. He would lose it, call her a goddess, say how lucky I was. I just laughed it off back then.
Years later we’re married. One random day E mentions how attractive she thought M was during those university days. Nothing dramatic, just “he was cute and we had fun flirting.” It hit me like a punch. Jealousy exploded at first, but then I couldn’t stop thinking about the two of them together. The what-if scenarios started playing in my head nonstop, and yeah, they made me rock hard.
So I did something dumb but intentional. Invited M over last minute for a game night. Told E we had important company coming but didn’t say who. Pushed her to dress classy and sexy, tight dress, heels, the whole vibe. When he walked in, the air was thick. Their hello hug lasted a beat too long. He kept glancing at her ass when she bent to grab drinks. They slipped right into old easy conversation, laughing, light touches on the arm, inside jokes. I sat there burning with jealousy and so turned on my heart was pounding and my dick was throbbing.
After that we hung out a few more times. One night when it was just me and M drinking, I “accidentally” opened my phone to some of her sexier pics while showing him something else. He snatched the phone, stared hard, then forwarded a couple to himself before I grabbed it back. I acted pissed but hearing him rave about how perfect she is, how lucky I am, flipped something in me. Knowing he had those pics, probably jerking off to them later, was humiliating and insanely hot at the same time.
The biggest moment so far was her birthday party. Invited a small group, including M. Everyone else left early but his place is far so he crashed on our couch. We drank a lot (we always fuck like crazy on birthdays). E got super tipsy and horny, stripped down to a tiny white tennis skirt and a thin tank top with no bra, nipples showing through. We all danced for a while, then I pretended to get tired and sat down. They kept dancing close. Not crossing any real lines, but the chemistry was obvious. Hands on hips, bodies brushing, eyes locked. She got sloppy ......, I helped her to the couch where she ...... sideways. Skirt hiked up, pink lace panties peeking out. I stepped away for a minute to grab water and left them alone. Pretty sure he took pics or at least stared the whole time.
Later she puked a bunch. We cleaned her up. I “forgot” her soaked pink panties in the bathroom. I already knew from old stories that M was into panties. Bet he sniffed them or pocketed them. Next morning he was gone early. When E asked about the panties a few days later I said I threw them out because of the mess. She believed me.
Right now the biggest fantasy I have is watching them fuck. I’m sure he still wants her bad. And she admitted finding him hot back then (probably still does). But the jealousy would destroy me, and that’s exactly what makes it so fucking hot. I haven’t pushed anything further yet because I’m scared of how intense it could get.
Has anyone here dealt with an old friend situation like this? How do you handle wanting it so bad while knowing the jealousy might break you? Or am I just torturing myself?
Thanks for reading. This place helps me sort through the mess in my head.
What do you think?
