I had a little crush on him long before he became my bestie‘s boyfriend, even though I was in a relationship at that time. When they got together I have to say I was a little jealous. But I saw how happy both of them were and I loved to see that. Of course I didn‘t have any bad intentions at that time.

After a few months my boyfriend broke up with me and so it stopped that we spent many evenings together as a group, simply because I would now be the third wheel. I only got to see my bestie‘s boyfriend when he‘d pick her up from anywhere we‘ve been together. And the only real information I got about him was how happy he‘d make my bestie. How lucky she is to have him and so on. It really hurt me to hear this. But I couldn’t tell her. I had to be the brave best friend that just had to be happy for her. For how perfect her life was, how perfect her relationship went.

It made me sick at some point and so our ways started seperating from there. We spent less time, texting got less and less and at some point we only met on partys or in a bigger group. And with this bigger group we planned a vacation. But I started having other plans and I wasn‘t really too close with most of these people anymore which led to me leaving the group.

On one day while this group, including my ex bestie, was on vacation, I went to a party with two of my friends. I met her friend at the club. We started talking to each other about life and had a nice talk. We were both slightly drunk at that point. Things went on and I might have been a little flirty all this time but in the end I ended in his apartment. Clothes got less and we really had sex in that night. So far so wrong, I know. And I don‘t want this to be about moral or anything.

From there on it started becoming something regular. We met several more times and it kind of became a routine. We had an affair. We usually met at his place and that was (besides the sex itself) hot enough for me, but on one day it was even topped. We were sitting on the couch together, my head on his lap, while he got a call. From his girlfriend. He just told me to be quiet and I was a little shocked in that moment. But when I heard that voice, his girlfriend‘s and my ex bestie‘s voice, something went through me. So I instantly started to caress over his pants, slowly moving my hand inside his pants, slowly starting to stroke him. I looked at him with a big smile, while he was wondering what happened. All while he had to focus on the boring things his girlfriend wanted to tell him.

I pulled his pants a little down so his dick was out, then I carefully repositioned myself in front of him and started to suck his dick. I listened to what my ex bestie told him, I tried to look at him as often as possible. And I sucked him. I gave my everything and I noticed that he really liked it. His eyes closed, his hand on my head. All while he had to calmly speek to his girlfriend. I noticed how he tried to end the call, but it took some time. And in that time I might have give him the best blowjob he ever had. That‘s what he told me, and that‘s how it seemed to me. When he finally got to end the call he let everything he wanted to tell me all the time out at once. Telling me how good it feels, how naughty but sexy this is. How sexy I am. How good I did. And then he came. His dick inside my mouth. I was a little surprised because he didn‘t tell me. But I just enjoyed it. Thinking of my ex bestie. I tried to play with it before I swallowed as much as I could.

This was one of the hottest days I ever had. One of the best feelings I ever got. And maybe the naughtiest thing I ever did. I love everything about this. And I can‘t help myself but be so happy and feel so good about the fact that my ex bestie‘s boyfriend cheats on her with me. It‘s not a competition, but if it was I guess I‘d be in the lead.