Friend to Husband

"You may now kiss the husband."

You **** yourself to stop reminiscing as Bob pulls your face into his own.

It was exactly one year since the morning that you had professed your love for each other. Now, to mark that anniversary you had decided to get married. The church was mostly empty - most of your friends and relatives had been disgusted when you had told them, and none wanted to show up. None besides Mike and Tony, two of your more open-minded friends who had agreed to celebrate with you.

You make sure to take your time to slowly enjoy the kiss. You think back to the first kiss you had shared on the couch. You think about the horror you had felt the next morning when Bob didn't remember, and the relief when he confessed he did. You think of all the sneaking around the both of you had done the months after, too afraid to tell anyone that you were now more than friends. You knew how they would react.

You gaze into Bob's eyes as he breaks the kiss, confident you made the right decision. It had definitely all been worth it, if only for him. After tonight, with a giant 'fuck you', you were going to move to another state where you would start life anew. Well, maybe after tomorrow. It depends on how horny Bob'll be.

Contributing author's note: I'd like to thank everyone for reading this xpack of mine. 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 was also 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 I had to leave something at the end.