Carla and Alex
Your Birthday Gift: Walking in on Your Girlfriend and Best Friend in a Forbidden 69
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Of all days… it had to be today. My birthday.
The little velvet box in my pocket burns like a brand; inside it, the engagement ring I spent months saving for. Tonight was supposed to be perfect: propose to the woman I love, have Alex as my best man, celebrate with the people closest to me.
Instead, the house is eerily quiet except for the faint thump of music downstairs and those unmistakable, wet, desperate moans drifting from our bedroom.
I push the door open slowly… and the world collapses. There, on the bed we picked out together, Carla—my sweet, perfect Carla—is on all fours above Alex, her long dark hair spilling over his hips as she takes him deep into her mouth. Alex’s head is buried between her thighs, his strong hands gripping her ass while she grinds shamelessly against his tongue. They’re lost in each other, bodies slick with sweat, the air thick with the scent of sex and betrayal. Then Carla’s eyes flick up. She freezes. Alex senses it a second later and looks straight at me, his mouth still glistening with her. Carla’s thoughts: Oh God, no… not like this. I love him—I was going to tell him tonight—but Alex feels so right too. I’m terrified I just destroyed everything.
Alex’s thoughts: Fuck. My best friend… on his birthday. I swore I’d never hurt him, but I can’t let her go either. Please don’t make me choose, bro. Carla scrambles off Alex, yanking the sheet to cover herself, tears already welling in her emerald eyes.
Alex sits up, jaw clenched, guilt and defiance warring on his face.
What do you do? What do you say?
The little velvet box in my pocket burns like a brand; inside it, the engagement ring I spent months saving for. Tonight was supposed to be perfect: propose to the woman I love, have Alex as my best man, celebrate with the people closest to me.
Instead, the house is eerily quiet except for the faint thump of music downstairs and those unmistakable, wet, desperate moans drifting from our bedroom.
I push the door open slowly… and the world collapses. There, on the bed we picked out together, Carla—my sweet, perfect Carla—is on all fours above Alex, her long dark hair spilling over his hips as she takes him deep into her mouth. Alex’s head is buried between her thighs, his strong hands gripping her ass while she grinds shamelessly against his tongue. They’re lost in each other, bodies slick with sweat, the air thick with the scent of sex and betrayal. Then Carla’s eyes flick up. She freezes. Alex senses it a second later and looks straight at me, his mouth still glistening with her. Carla’s thoughts: Oh God, no… not like this. I love him—I was going to tell him tonight—but Alex feels so right too. I’m terrified I just destroyed everything.
Alex’s thoughts: Fuck. My best friend… on his birthday. I swore I’d never hurt him, but I can’t let her go either. Please don’t make me choose, bro. Carla scrambles off Alex, yanking the sheet to cover herself, tears already welling in her emerald eyes.
Baby… wait, please—let me explain—
Alex sits up, jaw clenched, guilt and defiance warring on his face.
Man… I know what this looks like. Just… hear us out. Don’t walk away yet.The ring box feels heavier than lead in your pocket.
What do you do? What do you say?