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He Stole Her from Me

It started off as innocent flirting between my pretty wife Melissa and my best friend Mark. They did it right in front of me, so I knew it was all in good fun. Mark would say with a chuckle that he plans on winning her over and stealing her away from me. Melissa and I chuckled with him. And no one spoke of the fact that this dynamic seemed to turn us all on.

They took my silence as permission to continue flirting. It wasn’t long before their first kiss - and right in front of me. I sat there in silence as their lips locked together and he explored her sexy mouth with his tongue. When they finally broke the kiss, he looked at me and said, “Getting one step closer!” Melissa and I laughed, but then they feel back into another passionate kiss.

Soon after, I would come home and find Mark’s car in the driveway. They had taken the flirting much further and were now openly seeing each other when I was not at home. I would wait in my car until I saw Mark leave and then walk inside to find Melissa in bed, basking in the afterglow of her encounter.

Mark’s visits became more frequent, and he started texting me before he came over to make sure I gave them privacy. In his texts, he referred to Melissa as his gal.

Their relationship blossomed and we never spoke of it. Soon, she began spending weekend nights at his place as if this was perfectly normal. Melissa and I gradually stopped having sex. My erotic life was focused on masturbating as I imagined them together.

Last week, Mark told me he was taking her away for a week to a couples resort. He said they would need a ride to the airport. I agreed to take them.

The morning of their trip, Mark came over. While Melissa was getting ready to leave, Mark took me aside and pulled out a small case from his pocket. He opened it to show me a gorgeous diamond ring. “When we come back, she officially will be mine,” he said with a smile. The color left my face and I began to shake. I couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. For an unexplained reason, I felt a bulge growing in my pants.

Melissa came downstairs and I loaded their bags into my car. On the drive, they were touching and kissing in the back seat as I sneaked glances at them in the rear view mirror. As we arrived at the airport, I pulled out their bags from the trunk and watched the two of them walk off to begin a trip that would change all of our lives forever.

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