This happened a few years ago, right before Rachel and I got engaged. I went back to my hometown for the holidays, and Rachel accompanied me. Usually I make an effort to see as many old friends as possible while I’m back home. One of the guys I still kept in touch with was a buddy named Javier.

Javi and I used to be super close. We had a reputation for throwing parties together and sometimes even chased the same girls. But after college we grew apart: Javier never fully left the party lifestyle behind and never really matured.

He could be pretty obscene when talking about women and brought up conspiracy theories a lot. Plus, he had earned a reputation for being kind of a douchey horndog. Chasing the same girls also meant that Javier and me had a toxic tit-for-tat rivalry that had built up for years. We fought and argued sometimes, and yes — we’d admittedly drifted apart.

Still, our years of friendship meant that I didn’t want to fully cut ties with him. Rachel and I made plans to grab drinks with him at this swanky new cocktail lounge that opened.

At this point, we were in our mid twenties. Javi had changed quite a bit — he’d gone through a breakup and put on a couple pounds. He’d gone from being a lean soccer player to having more of a lazy dadbod.

Rachel, on the other hand, was stunning. She was dressed simply: tight blue jeans, boots and a white tank top that was cropped just enough to show off her flat tummy and sparkly belly button ring. I got a kick of pleasure seeing Javier’s eyes light up when he saw her. It never gets old seeing guys you know salivate over a chick that belongs to you (For context’s sake — Javier and Rachel had met a few times before).

We were a couple drinks in when I started to get annoyed with Javier. He was obsessive about reliving old stories and old hookups. It felt like we’d had these same conversations a hundred times before. Reliving the glory days can be kinda exhausting.

Rachel didn’t care though. She can pretty naturally flirty and is a fantastic listener. She was squeezed between Javier and I on a lounge sofa, on her third or fourth glass of wine. She laughed at Javier’s jokes and listened to him vent about his ex. When he complained about his weight gain, Rachel complimented him and told him that “Girls like dad bods.”

At one point, we were discussing workouts and Rachel felt up his arms and praised his muscles.

“I don’t know what you’re complaining about dude. Your arms and chest are great. You could probably pick me up pretty easily.”

Just so you know, this isn’t entirely new territory for us. Rachel has always been a sexually aggressive, open person and she’s confessed that she likes playfully flirting with mutuals. But there was something perversely hot about seeing her soothe Javier’s ego just as I was losing my patience with him.

Javier and Rachel ended up discussing soccer, and he teased her at her broken attempts to speak Spanish (Her ex had taught her a few choice phrases, most of them things he wanted her to call out in the bedroom).

When we said our goodbyes and left the bar, Javi wrapped Rachel in a big hug, picked her up and twirled her around. It ticked me off because I recognized it as his go-to move in our skirt chasing days.

Rachel and I went back to my family’s place. It was late so we snuck out the backdoor and smoked a joint. Afterwards, we curled up against each other on a cozy mattress on my family’s basement floor. Laying there, stoned and drunk, we talked about Javier and my testy friendship with him. I told her about the times we’d try and sleep with the same women, or the pervy jokes he used to make.

Rachel teased me — she could tell I was annoyed with him.

“Well your flirting didn’t help.” I told her.

Rachel acted shocked.

“I’m a naturally flirty person! You can’t be mad at me!” This is classic Rachel. She likes to act innocent but also push my buttons. She knows its an easy way to turn me on. As she wiggled her ass against my crotch she told me:

“You know I actually got a little wet when he picked me up.”

“Stop it,” I told her.

“I’m sorry. But he has such nice, strong arms. And you haven’t picked me up like that in a while…”

“I thought you don’t like dadbods,” I said.

“Mmmm sometimes,” she said. “But it just looks so good on Javier. He is SUCH a Daddy.”

Ugh. I moaned involuntarily. Rachel laughed quietly in my ear. She started grinding herself against my leg. I could feel a soft patch of wetness on her cotton thong’s gusset. She really was getting off to this too.

“I can picture myself curled up in his lap. Laying against his big, strong chest and his big belly in my tiny little bikini…”

“You are so fucked up when you’re high.” I said.

“Do you want me to stop?” Rachel asked seriously. “Is this too much?”

“Fuck no.” I told her. “Keep going.”

Rachel kissed me, told me that she loved me. And she grinded against me harder. I gripped her ass hard as she continued to stroke my cock.

“He’s soooo strong. He’d be my big, strong, Daddy. Is that OK, baby?”

“You know. Javier and I got into a fight before,” I said, my teeth gritted as Rachel continued to jerk me.

“Oh yeah?” She said. “Who won?”

“I did. Of course.”

“Mmmm. I wanna see a rematch.” Rachel teased me. “And the winner…gets to fuck me.”

Rachel pulled my shorts and boxer briefs down. She lowered herself and kissed my cock head.

“Do you want me to show you how I’d suck him off?” I moaned my assent. Rachel spent the next few minutes bobbing her head up and down on my throbbing manhood. She licked my balls and took my shaft in her mouth. I tried to talk dirty to her while she blew me, but to be honest I could barely talk straight.

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” I warned Rachel.

She popped me out of her mouth and starting jerking my dick hard. Rachel got up in my face. I could taste the cockstink on her breath as she laid into me with some of the most savage dirty talk she’s ever hit me with:

“You don’t get to cum in my mouth. That’s just for Javier. He’s my new Daddy now…”

“Oh fuck! Fuck yes!” I moaned. I felt my soul leave my body as my cum spurted and dribbled between Rachel’s fingers, pooling pathetically on my belly. I prayed that nobody in the house heard me. Rachel giggled as she helped me clean up my mess.

In the moment, I felt a very potent mixture of shame and arousal. Its a pretty vulnerable thing to prematurely blow your load when your girlfriend refers to your asshole, fuckboy, perv friend as “Daddy.” Thankfully, I can regain my erection pretty quickly. A few minutes later, I was pounding Rachel into the mattress, driving her into an orgasm.

While I redeemed myself in the moment, the idea of Rachel sleeping with Javier — even her admitting her attraction to him — was an undeniable turn on. I wasn’t sure how we’d take it further: would it remain a fantasy or was this something we actually wanted to pursue?

We never discussed it seriously but Javier’s name would pop up in our dirty talk from time to time. About a year and a half later, we ended up spending an unexpected night with Javier after we all attended a mutual friend’s wedding together…but that’s probably gonna have to be a story for another day.