I had been dating Clare for almost six months now. She was everything I was looking for in a woman. Clare had this friendly personality, she had light brown hair and was shapely. She had these perfectly shaped tits that just begged to be sucked. Another good thing was she got along with my friend, Kent. All three of us hung out together and we had some laughs.
One Friday I was supposed to go over and pick up Clare. She gave me a call and said she was going to stay in. She had come down with some sort of bug and she was going to bed. There I was with nothing to do. Kent had told me he had some plans, so I was left to myself. I thought I might drive over to Clare's apartment. Maybe she would need something from the pharmacy and I could go and get it for her.
I cruised over to her place but when I got there I saw Kent's car. I wondered why he would be here. Luckily, Clare had given me a spare key to her place. I let myself in and I didn't see anyone. I tiptoed down the hallway when I hear voices. I looked around the corner into Clare's bedroom. There was Clare and Kent fucking. A host of emotions were going through me that moment. I was mad, I felt betrayed and I had that sinking feeling in my gut.
Kent was on top of Clare. He had her legs up and he was pounding her pussy. I listened for a few minutes as Clare begged him to fuck her hard. I couldn't take it one second more. I reached out and knocked on the bedroom door to get their attention.
"I hope you both are enjoying yourselves," I said.
They got a good look at me. It was like everything was in frozen motion. Clare's face was classic. The jig was up. I took the key and threw it over onto the bed and then I walked out. I was surprised at my self-control. I wanted to go over and pummel them both but I didn't. I went home and got roaring drunk instead. I had lost my girlfriend and best friend in one fell swoop.
About three weeks had passed and I thought I was getting over that incident. I thought I might even try to go out some weekend and see if I could find another woman at a bar or club. That was when I heard a knock on the door. When I opened the door, there stood Clare.
"I wanted to talk to you and apologize for what happened, Ron."
All those feelings I was trying to suppress and get over all rose to the surface in just a few seconds.