Fake friends - ex boyfriend

This is the story of how I found my best friend, or the person I thought was my best friend, fucking my boyfriend of 2 years, whom I thought loved me. It was very unexpected and I did not know how to react to it, really, but it has been 4 months already and now I feel am past over it. However, I feel that by sharing what I feel (or felt) back then I am going to purge whatever last feeling I have on me.

Me and my (now ex) boyfriend met in a music concert of a band we both liked. We stumbled upon each other in the concert while dancing and screaming desperately, and then we hung out the entire concert. Afterwards, he was sly enough to get my number, and we kept in contact. The weeks to come were slow, and I began to discover more and more how much alike we were and thus let my feelings for him develop.

He was a real gentleman and we went on multiple unique dates. My favorite was when we went camping, I had never done so and he made everything much more romantic and memorable. We laid under the starry sky making food with a bonfire and then we fucked until we fell asleep, listening to the sound of nature. I think I will never forget that.

My best friend and I met in highschool, and we became close friends soon after we met. We would share everything with each other, all our secrets, our dreams, our goals. It was a transparent, wholesome relationship that we built and nurtured for years. I trusted her with everything and supposed she did the same with me. We always shared about the guys we liked as well, but she had never betrayed me in the past.

Fast forward to present times, 5 months ago. My boyfriend and I have been dating for 2 years successfully now. Of course, we had our highs and lows and our insecurities and everything couples experience in their time together. During my hardships, my best friend always supported me and gave me her advice. She really helped me get out of dark spots.

I loved my boyfriend, to the moon and back. He was handsome, romantic and a passionate, sensual lover. When we fucked, it was not like how other guys fucked me. It felt more in the moment and like our bodies truly connected. He liked to fuck in the shower and so did I, so we always did. The way he held me against the wall as he pounced my ass and made me come as if my pussy was the shower is something I will never forget. And he ate my pussy like it was his last meal, every single time he ate it.

My best friend had also been dating some guy, but they had less time together, about 5 months or so. I thought they were cute and happy together. I never wished anything but the best for that relationship and likewise, I offered my advice to my friend whenever she needed it or felt insecure about something. Our boyfriends knew each other too, and got along well. We usually went on double dates and had a lot of fun.

Then things started to go downhill. Suddenly, my friend distanced herself and When I asked her what was that about, she said she needed time to clear up some things in her life and get her shit together. I understood what she meant and where she came from, so I let her be. Then my boyfriend started to get distant as well. We usually had multiple dates and a lot of sex, and all that was beginning to vanish before my very eyes. Now that my friend was basically out of reach and my boyfriend unavailable for me, I had no one to resort to so I could vent. And then I decided to go to my friend’s boyfriend, who was also baffled at how distant she was.

We shared our insecurities with each other and for a while it was a safe haven. I never had any intention of moving into something with my friend’s boyfriend because I respected them and their relationship, and I knew he was not going to hit on me or anything because just like me, he respected my relationship and my boyfriend, because they were friends.

My friend became more and more distant, and one day decided to cut ties with me and delete me from her life, without even telling me why or what was it about. I confronted her and she told me that I no longer supported her and was not being a good friend, and I was very confused. I just let her be and do whatever she wanted, and when she asked for distance I gave it to her, even if deep in my heart I knew that would hurt our friendship.

I just let her be, as hurt as I was, I thought it was for the better if I just walked away. And so I did. I cut ties with her however possible, and then decided to move on. However, my boyfriend continued to act shady or distant, and now I had lost contact with my friend’s boyfriend, whom she told him to not talk to me, and I was alone. My boyfriend flat out never gave me explanations or anything, but slowly faded away from my life. All this stacked to the hurt I was feeling.

Then when the day of truth came, I decided to go to his house to break up, and I saw something I never imagined, or never wanted to imagine at least. I could spy through his window, as I approached the main door, my boyfriend and my ex best friend fucking on the couch. She rode his cock in the same way he liked me to ride it, then pulled out and bent down to suck him dry in the same manner he liked me to do it. She also squirted a lot, over him and he ate her pussy in delight, soaking wet with her juiced, her blonde hair flipping as she waved her head in pleasure while he ate her out, making her gush more.

I was infuriated by this and then knocked on the door really hard, to stop and possibly bother them. After knocking a few times, my boyfriend, clad in just a boxer, opened the door then frowned the moment he saw me. “I want to go in” I demanded, and he said he was busy and I could not go in. “Busy in your underwear? Do you think I am dumb?” I said, then shoved him and went into the house. I walked into the living room to see my ex friend laying on the couch, her legs spread open and her vagina red from the pounding, waiting for my boyfriend to come back. She covered her naked body in shame.

“I am done, with both of you” I said, then left the house. While walking into my car, I sent a text to my friend’s boyfriend and told him what I had witnessed. I heard they broke up soon after.

I do not feel like the victim and do not want to be seem like so, but I learned to not trust anybody and that people who take you for granted and leave you behind as if nothing, do not deserve and never will deserve a spot in your life or you wasting your energy on them.