My ex and I were at a party of an old school friend of mine and, as often happens at parties with school friends, In walked the guy from school that wasn't necessarily my personal bully, but was the jerk who "bullied" most guys. He had always been an asshole and a total meathead - being great at sports had given him a huge ego, but there wasn't much going on between his ears.

In the years since I'd last seen him he has nukes up even more, he clearly spent all his free time in the gym. But all those years later he was still an arrogant asshole - he wasted no time picking up where he left off, intimidating and belittling me and my friends and being openly flirty with every girl there.

My ex was very left wing, very feminist ("fuck the patriarchy" is never far from her thoughts). She was very pretty and petite, tiny really, with a few tattoos and dyed hair. He was a big loaf of a man who laughed while he loudly spouted low key misogynistic views. She was the epitome of the kind of guy she hated. He was the personification of toxic masculinity she said, while he hit on some other girl.

One of her traits was that she was prone to voicing opinions that are almost more like progressive verbal clickbate than actual arguments - despite how passionately she'll then go on to defend it when questioned. She likes to shock people, it often silenced them and she felt she'd “won”. So at one point, when he was flirting with her right in front of me, she made the point that open relationships/cheating/cuckolding are more "feminist" than traditional relationships, which can trap women with men who do not necessarily offer both the sexual and wholesome sides of their needs. It worked: he was shocked and temporarily silenced.

I didn't realise it at the time, but they ended up talking over Instagram. A few weeks later she was open about him asking her to meet for a drink, supposedly so he could give his side of the story about how he treated me. I was hesitant, but she talked me round - did I really not trust her to meet this guy of all people?

I shouldn't have.

I went round to meet her that night, after the drink. I was waiting on her doorstep for 20 minutes, assuming she couldn't reply to my messages because she didn't have any signal on the train.

Then the door opened and he waltzed out, grinning from ear to ear. I was speechless. Inside she was still naked, his cum on her face and her thighs.