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I had sworn to myself that something like this would never happen. He was my husband’s best friend. For a long time, that was enough for me. But then something changed. It was a glance that lasted a second too long. And when I sensed it, when I realized I wasn’t just imagining it, it became harder and harder for me to ignore it. When my husband was visiting his family and his best friend wanted to borrow our snowboard, I invited him in. He knew immediately what I wanted from him, so I pleasured him on our couch with my hands until he came loudly. My husband doesn’t know. Not yet.