i thought, ‘he’s my best mate

When i invited a football buddy around for a couple of drinks one evening i knew that Henry had a reputation for seducing other men’s Wives. ‘It will be alright,“ i thought, ‘he’s my best mate.’

Well the night didn’t turn out quite the way i thought because later in the evening after some happy and lively chat i went to the kitchen to get more drinks. Upon returning i could see that my Wife Lucy and my best friend were getting on famously, so i did what most men would do, I watched them through the crack in the door.

They didn’t speak but when he took her hand and led her out of the house to his car i knew just what my future was going to be. The car drove away and i was left alone for that night while Lucy went to my best friend’s bed. She returned the next day, but that little interlude with him had started a fire in my Wife that i could not extinguish.

Lucy and him are now what most people would describe as ‘Master’ and ‘Mistress’ and as her belly swells with Henry’s child i suppose the only title for me now is ‘little white cucky boy’.

Happy days!