My Wife's Best Friend

MWBF 82

Nicole

I don't care if Michael hates me or never wants to talk to me, but she needs to know. I miss my best friend and I want her back.

"Okay, the day I was moving into my house, I went in my room after he brought the last box in. I took a shower and came out in my blue lingerie. You know the one you sent as a birthday gift."

She nodded and smiled a bit.

I gave a faint smile and continued.

"Michael was in my room and I didn't know. He saw me and I told him to get out. He refused and kissed me. I pushed him back and reminded him of you. He said I wasn't thinking about you when he kissed me and I told him that was a lie. He grabbed me and kissed me again, until we fell back unto the bed. One thing lead to another. I felt so guilty about what happened when you showed up."

"Why didn't you tell me then?" She asked.

"He told me not to."

"He had pink lipstick on his collar. If you were thinking of me and felt guilty, how did that get there?" She asked and I sighed.