I lived with my best friend and her husband for six months and spent the last two of them as his regular side piece

I moved in with my best friend and her husband while I was sorting out my living situation. The three of us got along well, it was easy and comfortable, and nothing was weird until about four months in when my best friend and I were out drinking and she told me she had been thinking about having a threesome and asked if I would be interested in being the other girl.

I said yes immediately. She is my best friend and her husband is attractive and I had been living with him for four months and noticing that fact for about three and a half of them.

We told him about it when we got home that night. His face was something. The three of us kissed and got a bit touchy and it felt like something was starting, but she pumped the brakes after a while and said she was not quite ready for the full thing yet.

But then she said something that changed the next two months of my life.

She said she would not mind if he and I slept together on our own, as long as she was not in the house when it happened.

I looked at him. He looked at me.

The next morning she left for work.

He came into my room about thirty seconds after the front door closed.

He was obsessed with my ass, which I appreciated because so am I, and his thing was to shove his cock down my throat first and then flip me over and take me from behind, and he was actually good at both parts of that. The kind of good where I would be lying face down in my pillow trying to be quiet about it and failing.

We would always tell her after. That was the arrangement, she wanted to know, and the thing that I found completely insane was how turned on it made her. She would come home from work, we would tell her what had happened, and then she would take him to their room and I would lie in my bed listening through the wall. Which was its own specific kind of experience.

It became so regular that we developed a system. If I was wearing a white top around the apartment he had permission to just grab me whenever he wanted, no asking. I cannot explain why that detail specifically lives rent free in my head but here we are.

The threesome never actually happened. She kept saying soon and soon never came. I moved out after a couple more months and the whole thing just. Ended. No drama, no weirdness, just life moving on the way it does.

What I miss, if I am being specific about it, is the part where I would swallow his cum and then pick up my phone and text her about it while he was still in my room. She would send back the most unhinged responses from her office. I think about that particular detail a lot.

I also miss getting railed from behind every morning before 9am but i guess that feels like a given