My boyfriend asked me to fuck his best friend… and I said yes

I’m 28. Part-time tutor. Single mom. The version of me people get is sweet and put-together. After the divorce, the part I’d locked up during my marriage started clawing at the door.

A few weeks before it happened, my boyfriend Austin sat me on the couch, took my hand, and said it like he’d already decided.

“I want you to fuck Mark.”

I laughed. He didn’t. Mark had been his best friend since they were kids. He’d just come out of a brutal breakup and was sleeping on our couch, hollowed out. Austin said he wanted me to take care of him for one night. No rules. Just him using me.

I was shocked. I was also instantly wet.

The week after that was torture. Every time Mark walked through the kitchen shirtless, every time he passed close enough that I could smell him, my cunt throbbed. By the night Austin left, I was a wreck.

Austin kissed me before he walked out. Told me he wanted every detail when he got back.

I came out of the bedroom in a thin tank and tiny shorts with nothing underneath. Mark was in the living room. He didn’t wait for a speech. Two steps and I was against the wall. His mouth was hungry. His hands were already on my ass, on my chest, between my legs.

“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he said when his fingers found me.

He dropped to his knees, yanked the shorts down, and put his mouth on me. Tongue on my clit, in me, lower. I came fast, fists in his hair, sounding exactly like the slut I’d been pretending I wasn’t.

He didn’t let me come down. He bent me over the back of the couch and pushed in. He was thicker than Austin. The stretch knocked the air out of me. He fucked me hard slap, hair, “borrowed slut” until I came again like that, folded over the couch saying his name.

Then he put me on my back, legs on his shoulders, and drove into me until the whole room was just the sound of him hitting me. When he pulled out he came across my tits and stomach in thick ropes.

He still wasn’t done.

He put me on my knees and made me clean him while he told me my pussy felt better than his ex’s. Then he bent me over again, slower this time, and whispered that he’d wanted his best friend’s girl for years.

Austin came home to me still naked on the couch, leaking. He got hard looking at it and fucked me right there while I told him everything how big Mark was, how many times I came, how I asked for it.

I have never felt that used. I have never felt that awake.

Now I can’t stop thinking about doing it again. Maybe with Austin in the room next time. I know it’s twisted. Being loaned out like that is turning into the thing I crave most.