Lost in Reverie Again

I believe in the idea that love doesn’t equal sex. With this idea, I came to believe that having sex with someone other than your partner is not cheating. But even though I believe in this notion, I no longer practice it. However, if MB decides to do it, I will take no offense or whatever. And you will never get me to accept that my idea is screwed up. Well not until recently anyway. Something happened that made me doubt my way of thinking.

We invited a friend to visit our place and have a few drinks. The night dragged on and we were all tipsy so we decided to let our friend to sleepover. And since we currently have only one bed and no other furniture, our friend will be sleeping with us in bed. To avoid any conflicts, I agreed to MB’s suggestion that our friend will sleep in the middle while I will take the right side and him the left side. When everything was settled, we went to bed. 

After around two or three hours, I stirred and when I opened my eyes, MB and our friend is fast asleep. I was about to go back to sleep when I noticed that our friend is wearing nothing but his boxer briefs while both MB and I are still wearing our day clothes. And as I look, I was surprised when our friend’s hand suddenly went inside his boxer’s and started jacking it off. My eyes flew to his face to see if he’s just teasing me. His eyes were closed. Could he be just dreaming? I closed my eyes and summoned all the courage I have in my body and turned my back on him. It is one thing to have sex with someone else but it is different doing it while MB is in bed with us. I was about to go back to sleep when I heard a muffled conversation. I can’t seem to understand what they were muttering so I decided to turn but continued to pretend that I’m still sleeping. When I thought I could risk opening my eyes a little, I was surprised by what I saw. Surprised mind you, not shocked. It was MB caressing our friend’s body, touching his well defined chest, his cut abs, down to his dick. “Fuck!” I said to myself. I was actually referring to our friend’s dick. It’s huge! Probably 7 inches long and is very thick. I closed my eyes again and contemplate what I should do next. I would definitely want to taste our friend as well. I mean I have fantasized about him quite often during my jack off sessions. But the thought of disrupting MB from what seems to be something he’s enjoying keeps going back to my mind. “What should I do?” I asked myself again. I decided then that I would just watch and see how things played out. I opened my eyes again and watch our friend’s face as he enjoy whatever MB’s doing to him. I lowered my eyes to see it for myself. MB’s jacking his dick slowly. Up, down, up down. He spat on his palm and stroked our friend’s dick once more while making sure that his thumb keeps on playing with its head. 

My mind is blank. I couldn’t seem to entertain any thought or any feelings. All I know is that I’m a willing watcher to whatever is transpiring before me. Then I saw MB leaned closer and was about to enveloped our friend’s dick in his mouth when my friend stopped him for a second. “Aren’t you together? I mean isn’t he your boyfriend?” He asked. I saw MB smiled and said “We’re no longer together” then proceeded with giving my friend a head. I closed my eyes and turned my back to them. Full of emotions but I don’t know what kind.

When I woke up, I realized everything was just a dream. There’s no friend of ours sleeping between us. It’s just me and MB in our room. But I can’t shake the feeling of pain that was brought to me by my dream. What I don’t know is weather I was hurt because MB decided to elicit an affair, with a friend nonetheless, in our own bed, with me by their side or the fact that MB denied our relationship. 

I would like to wake up MB and share to him my dream but I know he’s not a morning person. So instead, I just hugged him as tight as I can and whispered to his ears.

“I love you, please don’t leave me.”