How much things could change overnight….As you opened your eyes to the smell of fried eggs in the pan, you remembered everything that had happened the night before: Your best friend coming over for drinks, your boyfriend and him starting to flirt as you all got more and more drunk, one of them suggesting you play truth or dare, your boyfriend outing you as a cuck, telling him all about your fantasy of letting another guy fuck you, your best friend’s face lighting up as he teased you, telling your boy he was probably twice as big as you and could make him cum just by fucking his hole, the way they started to make out in front of you, the bedroom door closing right in your face, the moaning, the screaming, the sound of your headboard hitting the wall as your boy begged him to cum inside, your friend’s primal roar as he did, the silence after that…..As you looked up to your best friend standing in the kitchen, you prayed he’d understand it had only been a fantasy, a drunken night of excess, and that nothing had changed….but it had, and you could tell from the way he looked at you. He’d loved using your boyfriend, and humiliating you in the process, and by the look of quiet condescension and the bulge in his briefs, you knew your fantasy had come to life, with all the consequences that came with it.
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