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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I knew he had fancied me for years, my friends partner......Funnily enough, it was I who's knickers he was trying to get into on the night out he ended up in bed with Lucy.
I was already in a relationship, flirted a little but nothing more. He obviously got the hint as next time I turned he was kissing my friend and rubbing her tits, over her vest top, on the dance floor.
So.... 10 years later, we're all still friends, they now lived together and had 4 children. Things were great, my partner and me would often double date, holiday and stuff like that with Lucy and Paul.
Paul was always flirting but I chose to ignore it, I enjoyed our nights out as couples and didn't want to spoil things by dobbing him in.
One evening, after a boys night out, my partner came home and told me that Paul was having an affair, he told me it had been going on for months and that I must never say a word. I was disappointed, felt sorry for Lucy, but, not at all surprised.
Not long after, the 'secret' got out. Everyone in the town knew, everyone bar Lucy. I knew she needed to know now, I knew I had to tell her. I invited her out for a drink one night, sat her down and told her. She cried, clearly devastated, I felt so sad for her. A few drinks and tears later, she told me she was fine and needed to go home. I told her to try stay calm for the children's sake and to ring me at any time if she needed me.
Next day I heard nothing, I text and rang Lucy, but I got no response. Increasingly concerned and worried I drove to their home to check in on her. I could not believe it when she came to the door, told me I was jealous, a trouble maker and was making it all up! I burst in to tears and walked away, we'd been best friends for 20+ years, I was devastated. I left her to it, drove home and got on with life without them in it.
Things were fine for a good while, until I found emails on my partners computer. That bastard was having an affair too....... I cried myself to sleep for weeks, couldn't cope but felt trapped. With only a part time job and a child to care for, I felt I had no option but to stay. He denied and denied anything had happened but it was all there, in black and white. I started drinking - a lot. I functioned, went to work, played mummy but at the weekends I'd go on benders, do stupid things, slept around. I'd wake the next day feeling guilt, I felt dirty too but couldn't escape the habit.
Around 6 months after that, I was out, d*unk (again), when I bumped into Paul....... I knew Lucy and him were still together, the Facebook status' and updates of their 'loved up life', was cringeworthy, but who was I to judge after everything? Anyways we got chatting, he told me he had always been infatuated with me, would do anything, anything at all to fuck me just once....... With my recent party life style and part time job, I was becoming poorer and poorer. I don't know what came over me but I looked into his face and said "£200, and you can fuck me", I was half joking but also didn't care anymore.
Paul didn't reply, he walked out of the bar, I thought in disgust but again didn't care. I got back to the dance floor, swaying, dancing and having a good time when I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned to see Paul, he was stood, holding out a pile of £20 notes..... |
