Friend to Enemy

"Oh fuck, take my cum!" You **** yourself back to the present as you cry out in pleasure, unloading into Angelina's tummy.

"Kiss me Baby," She pulls you down as you start to passionately make out.

It was now two years since that night you woke up together with Bob in the same couch, and now you were fucking his wife. It's a long story of how it got to that point, so here's the abridged version:

You never spoke to Bob again, and he never felt confident enough to stand up to you either. Your friends never understood why they could only hang out with one of you at a time, but they must have had some ideas.

In your desperation to be normal, you had married the first girl who would say yes, a little chubby girl named Elizabeth. She was completely enamored with faith, and had successfully convinced you to come to church with her every Sunday.

You don't even want to remember how violently you reacted when you found out that her faith only extended to God and not to you. Bob had sent you a text message of pics with him and your wife. He was challenging you: 'Do something about it bitch'. You confronted Elizabeth and she tearfully confessed everything, but said you were unable to satisfy her in bed so she was easily seduced by such a big man. She promised never again.

Then you decided to accept his challenge, and it was much easier than you had guessed. Either you had a sexy beast inside that you didn't know about, or Bob's wife Angelina was the biggest thot ever. The only difference was, you had never stopped fucking her.

When Bob saw the pics he had pulled up to your house and started a fight. 'Please don't fight, Baby,' your wife had pleaded, but he ignored her. He actually beat you pretty bad, but Elizabeth had fetched a neighbor, John, to save the day. John was a very nice man, often taking time out of his busy day to help Elizabeth around the house while you were busy at work.

So now you had a comely wife at home, a hot slutty mistress on the side, and a cucked emasculated ex-friend. Well, enemy is now the better word. You knew he was planning to get back at you, but you were planning to get back at him as well.

You break the kiss with Angelina and collect your things.

"I'm gonna let Bob fuck me today," She tells you, "He's gonna have a real man's sloppy seconds."

You smile at her words, fully confident of how alpha you are.

Contributing author's note: I'd like to thank everyone for reading my xpack. I know it's a bit rough, but I knew that for my first attempt at writing it had to be this story that I would expand upon. This story, which had so accurately revived my unfulfilled real life fantasies.

I'd like to thank boywearspanties for doing so, knight26 for approving my work, and most of all everyone who viewed and liked the chapters as I dropped them. If it weren't for you, I'd have given up halfway.

I'd also like to shout out Fenoxo's excellent chyoa game 'Corruption of Champions', which not only helped me explore my sexuality, but also was a huge influence on my work. (Especially the character Kelt).

I hope this message doesn't make me sound like some sort of jerk-off, but this story was really important to me, so I felt like I had to leave something at the end.