I a[m] that other guy... FML (M/F) | 2016

It didn't sink in until the events over this past weekend, which I'll explain shortly.

Last summer, one of my friends, Dave, got married. I use 'friend' loosely because we never really associated with each other, other than the random video gaming sessions and him contacting me to brag about something or some girl that he is working. We met as co-workers but have since moved on to different jobs. Anyways, Dave is quite overweight, lives the typical IT job during the day and basement dweller during the night, and ended up finding this cute girl Bree that he put a ring on. This girl was 22, has blonde hair, blue eyes, is a petite 5ft2, and has a striking curvy figure over a petite frame, and the center person in these series of events.

The overweight problem was something they addressed and Dave made a wedding promise to Bree about losing weight. We would end up going to the gym and go swimming and all that in order to get healthier, even though Bree and I really didn't need to lose weight so much as get more toned. They asked me to help them with their regiment as I have some expertise. What ended up happening is Dave would come up with excuses to avoid the work, leaving me and Bree to our own devices.

Red flag 1: We found ourselves doing the typical fantasy thing where I would sculpt/support her body as she was lifting weights. She would spot me as well. I got the sense she had no problems with me putting my hands all over her, so I didn't think anything of it. She would ask me more and more about doing different kinds of moves, some of which I swear she researched and asked about so that we get into compromising positions. I knew some of these moves weren't real but I still played along because I enjoyed looking at her body. She was also adamant about stretching moves, and me straddling her legs open against my body was something she wanted. It got to the point where I enjoyed the smell of her sweat.

Red flag 2: When Dave wouldn't come swimming with us, Bree and I would just sit in the hot tub and talk. We even talked about sex. And fetishes. She would ask me to rub her feet or legs, knowing full well I admitted about liking feet and legs. Again, no big deal as we were on an accelerated weight lifting program, and I enjoyed touching her. I only began to wonder when she would rest her other foot on my lap while I massaged her foot, but couldn't tell if it was a footjob due to the water jets in the tub. But she would notice my erection every time.

Red flag 3: Bree had moved in with Dave and often times worked out of town for several days at a time. Bree would often times call me up to come over and help her with something, or ask if she can come to my place to get out of her house. Anything from helping her with her dog or helping her do handyman work around the house or watching shows and movies. Again, we got along well and time flew by whenever we were together. She would wear quite skimpy clothes, like a tshirt and no bra, and short shorts, or just a short dress. I swear sometimes she would purposefully bend over or raise a leg and flash me, but I can never be sure.

Red flag 4: One day, Bree asked me to come over to show the results of some wedding planning details. We all agreed that I'd help her plan the wedding, but didn't expect to spend ALL my time with Bree and see Dave step away from all involvement entirely. I come over and knocked, and she yelled "come in". As usual, Dave isn't home. I enter the living room and find her standing with her wedding dress loosely on, with a smirk. We blurb the usual greeting and she says "I wanted to thank you for all your help." I answer "No problem! What results are you talking about?" She answers "oh... well... this." At that moment, she drops her dress, and exposes a fully naked and completely hairless body. She walks over to me and hugs me. At this point I began feeling a shift in my shorts, but still held her hug. She pressed her body closer, and gasped "please.. just.." So I grabbed her ass and was met with a loud moan. I did the first thing that came to my mind.. dropped to my knees and went down on her. After standing there for a few minutes, she ended up grabbing me, moaning loudly, and collapsing on the ground. She sat up after what must have been an orgasm, and pushed me back, only to rip my shorts off and aggressively attack my cock with her mouth and ended up swallowing everything. She continued the attack long after I was empty, forcing me to literally throw her off due to the pain, to which she was giggling about. After, she was very clear on saying this didn't happen. I obviously agreed. She had mentioned her sex life was zero because of Dave's low sex drive and lack of energy, and needed something before tying the knot. She also eluded to the fact that Dave was breaking all his wedding promises, which I already knew since his weight loss was one of them. After that, we started hanging out less, and while I was part of the wedding planning, I wasn't involved directly with the bride/groom on the wedding day.

As time goes by, my contact with them becomes less and less frequent. Bree was eluding to the fact that their marriage was on the rocks, and that my involvement would probably make things worse. Fair enough. So fast forward to this last weekend, over half a year later. I'm not involved in their lives at all anymore, and have a GF. I get a text from Bree saying we need to talk. My heart drops. I find out they are in marriage counseling. I find out that Dave knows, and in order to save the marriage, that Bree would (rightfully) sacrifice her friendship with me. I also find out that she didn't tell Dave and the counselor all the details, just how close we got during the weight loss program. But I also find out that Dave had an affair during the marriage which prompted the counseling in the first place, and that Bree was considering bringing hers out into the open as well. I ask her what I need to do. She asks me if I considered what we did an affair, to which I answer no. Silence after that.

I'm a horrible person.