Michael’s worried tone was plainly obvious during the phone call. “Dude, I don’t know how to break this to you,” he trailed off.

“What is it?” Alan asked, his voice growing with concern as he spoke into the phone.

“Well, it’s Brit. I think she’s… I just gotta say it. I think she’s cheating on you.”

Alan’s jaw dropped. Brit was cheating on him? He could hardly believe it. They’d been together since middle school and married straight out of high school. For the last four years, they had been as happily married as anyone. She couldn’t really be cheating, could she?

“Are you sure?” Alan’s voice was wavering as he spoke. “How do you know?”

“I was just at the gym,” Michael began. “When I got there, I saw Brit working out with some dude. At first I thought it wasn’t anything, but man, the way she was looking at him. Then she put her hand on his chest and… I couldn’t make out what she said, but the look on her face didn’t look innocent, if you know what I mean.”

“Wait, at the gym? What did this guy look like?”

“He was tall, kind of built, with red hair.”

Alan breathed a sigh of relief. “Holy crap, Mike, you scared me for a second. She’s not cheating. That’s just Jake.”

There was a pause on the line.

“What?” Michael finally asked. “You know this guy?”

“Oh, yeah,” Alan replied. “Met him a couple of times. He got me pretty worried at first, but he’s harmless. He and Brit are only friends.”

“You sure, man?” Michael didn’t sound convinced. “They seemed a lot friendlier than ‘only friends’ to me.”

“Mike, trust me. It’s all good. Now, thanks for your concern, but I’ve got to finish changing Jake’s spark plugs before he and Brit get back.”

“Wait, you’re working on the dude’s car?”

“Of course I am,” Alan replied in a calm voice. “I’m a mechanic, and he’s a friend of Brit’s. I’m happy to help. Now, unless you’ve got something else to unnecessarily worry me over, I’ve got to go.”

Hanging up his cell phone, Alan chuckled at his friend’s concern. Brit, cheating on him with Jake? That was absurd. They’re clearly only friends, he thought. He’d already made the mistake of assuming otherwise once before, and he was not about to embarrass himself by doing it again.

Brit had met Jake a few months earlier. Alan didn’t know exactly how long it had been, because at first, she was strangely shy about her friendship with the man. She’d started coming home late from work more and more often, and occasionally she’d disappear without saying anything in the middle of the evening for hours on end. When he finally confronted her and asked her about the time she was spending away from home, she just responded that she was hanging out with a friend.

For a while, that was good enough for Alan, but soon his suspicions started to grow. There were nights when she’d spend an exorbitant amount of time getting ready before going out, or he’d catch her slipping into sexy lingerie before she put on her clothes. Brit did like dressing up when she went out with the girls, but this seemed like even more work than that. More than once he noticed her leaving the house with her tits practically on display in revealing tops that she paired with short skirts.

On top of that, Brit was being very secretive at the time, which wasn’t helping anything. Every time he asked, she would claim it was just a friend, but she never provided any details about who that friend was or what they were doing. Looking back, it really did seem strange at the time, even if it all made sense to him now. Still, in the moment, Alan found himself growing suspicious and frustrated.

Then came the confrontation.

A few weeks ago, Brit mentioned that she was going out to meet a friend. As usual, she was dressed in another revealing outfit, and Alan was certain that she wasn’t even wearing a bra under the deep-cut sleeveless blouse she’d picked out.

Wanting to get to the bottom of things, Alan snuck out to his car and followed Brit. She led him to a massive house in a nice neighborhood. It certainly wasn’t the home of any of her girlfriends, Alan realized. He parked on the street and watched as Brit let herself in without so much as a knock on the door.

Walking quietly up to the house, Alan stepped up onto the porch. There was a window near the front door that was mostly blocked off by curtains, but Alan noticed a small gap where they came together and peeked through. As soon as he did, his jaw dropped.

There, in the unfamiliar living room, Brit was busily making out with a tall, muscular, shirtless man with fiery red hair. Alan stood there, stunned at what he was seeing as the two kissed. Brit’s hands were roaming up and down the man’s body, and the man’s fingers were firmly on Brit’s tits, massaging them.

Alan felt a rage beginning to build. Who was this man? What was Brit doing there? How long has this been going on? Standing up straight, Alan marched to the front door, pounding on it furiously.

“Brittany! I know you’re in there!” he shouted. “Get your ass out here, right now!”

A moment later, the door swung open, and Alan was greeted by the smiling face of the man who’d just been making out with his wife.

“Well, hello,” he began. “You must be Alan. Brit has told me so much about you. I’m Jake. Here, why don’t you take a breath and come inside?”

Alan huffed as the man stepped aside and gestured for him to come inside. He didn’t want to come inside. He wanted to beat this guy’s head in and then go tell Brit they were over. Despite himself, though, he found his legs moving as he stepped through the doorway into the room where Brit and the man had just been kissing. He immediately laid eyes on his wife and leveled a finger in her direction.

“I saw what you were doing,” Alan growled. “I know what’s going on. Don’t even try to deny it.”

Before Brit could open her mouth, Jake spoke up, his smile unwavering. “Alan, calm down. Everything is fine.”

“Fine?” Alan could feel himself beginning to calm down as he turned toward Jake. “How is this fine? Your tongue was halfway down my wife’s throat while you were feeling up her tits.”

Jake chuckled. “Oh, Alan. You were misinterpreting things. That’s all.”

Alan felt a moment of confusion. Was this man trying to gaslight him ? How could he be misinterpreting what he saw? It seemed pretty obvious.

“It’s true,” Jake said after a moment. “You see, Brit and I are only friends. Nothing more. Just two innocent, platonic friends. That’s all.”

Jake’s head swam as new thoughts collided with his mind. Was it true? Jake shook his head, trying to dislodge the rapidly developing belief that Jake and Brit were only friends.

“Then why were you kissing?” Jake asked, confusion in his voice. “Why were you grabbing her boobs?”

“It’s simple, really,” Jake answered. “As a good friend, I was just helping screen Brit for breast cancer. You know that’s a leading cause of death today. And at the same time, Brit had a hair in her mouth, and since my hands were occupied, I was simply using my tongue to get it for her. That’s it, Alan. A completely harmless, believable explanation for what you just saw.”

Alan tried to focus. Something about Jake’s words made them so compelling, so believable. Was he right? Was this a simple misunderstanding?

“In fact,” Jake continued. “As one of Brit’s best friends, it’s up to me to make sure Brit is healthy and comfortable all the time. Anything you’d ever see me doing with her is only to help her as a friend. I’d absolutely never try anything untoward with her, Alan. She’s a married woman, and I respect that. You can trust me. Just look into my eyes, and you’ll know it’s true.”

Alan found his eyes meeting Jake’s, and all he could see was a look of trustworthiness. Maybe he was right. Maybe he misinterpreted things. Maybe Jake was only looking out for his friend, and nothing more.

“Is this true?” Alan looked over at his wife, who was still watching the scene unfold with wide eyes.

“Oh, um, yes, sure! Absolutely!” Brit responded, sounding strangely unsure of herself. “Yeah. Jake and I, we’re, um, only friends. That’s it. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“You see?” Jake said, stepping between Alan and Brit. “Just as I said. Nothing to worry about. I’m sure you must feel terrible for overreacting. I’m sure you’ll never do that again, because you know Brit and I are only friends now, don’t you?”

“Oh, I, um, yes,” Alan said, suddenly feeling embarrassed for his behavior. “I can see that now. I’m so sorry that I lost my mind there, Jake. I hope you’ll forgive me.”

“All is forgiven,” Jake said with a smile. “Now, I need to finish your wife’s screening, so I think it’s time for you to head home.”

Jake’s words danced in Alan’s head all the way home. He couldn’t get over how stupid he felt for misinterpreting things so badly. Here was Brit, letting her friend help her out, while he was acting like a jealous idiot over nothing.

When Brit finally arrived back home after midnight, her hair was disheveled, her makeup was smeared, and she had what looked like bite marks all over her neck. Alan wasn’t worried about that. All he could do was apologize to her for his behavior earlier. He told her how sorry he was for following her and for making a fool of himself in front of her friend. For some reason, Brit found the whole apology amusing, but she did accept it, and later that night she even let Alan go down on her. He couldn’t help but note that her taste was a little off from the usual, but he still enjoyed getting to show his wife that he understood and that his misgivings didn’t diminish his love for her.

If there was one good thing about his encounter, Alan thought, it was that it helped Brit feel like she could be more open about her friendship with Jake. After that night, she stopped hiding it when she went out to dinner with Jake or when she was going over to his house. She even invited Jake over to their place a few times.

During one of his visits to their house, Alan learned that apparently Jake was a pretty skilled physical therapist. While Alan was cleaning up from the dinner he prepared for the three of them, Jake took Brit up to their bedroom for a private physical therapy session. The way he heard his wife moaning and crying out for more, he could tell that he was good at what he did.

As those sessions became more and more common at their home, Jake mentioned to Alan that maybe he should repay Jake for the favor of helping his wife. Of course Alan agreed. After all, here was Jake, offering free services to his wife, sometimes multiple times a day. There were days when Jake put so much effort into a session that he would stumble out of Alan’s bedroom sweaty and shirtless, clearly worn out from his efforts, as if Alan didn’t notice the sounds of Brit screaming for more at the top of her lungs.

So when Jake mentioned that his car needed a tune-up, it was only natural that he’d offer his services. When Jake and Brit left for the gym, Alan went to work, getting Brit’s friend’s car in tip-top shape.

When Jake and Brit burst through the door that night, Alan waited patiently for Jake to finish using his tongue to dislodge whatever was stuck in his wife’s throat, then told him the good news.

“The car’s running like a top, Jake.” Alan grinned, tossing the keys to Jake, who quickly pocketed them and slapped Brit’s ass, clearly trying to swat a fly or something.

“Thanks, Alan,” Jake grinned, moving toward Alan’s room with Brit in tow. “Hey, I know you won’t mind, but Brit and I got all hot and sweaty at the gym, so we’re going to go take a quick shower together to save water. You know?”

“Oh, of course,” Alan smiled back as the two practically ran to the master bath. As he watched them disappear into the bedroom, Alan just smiled, so happy for Brit that she found a friend that she could be comfortable enough to shower with. A few minutes later, Alan could hear Brit moaning out all the way from the bathroom, and he laughed. Poor Jake, he thought. They can’t even take a shower without Brit needing one of her physical therapy sessions.

A few days later, Alan arrived home from the shop to find Jake’s car parked in his spot in the driveway. Alan parked on the street, pleased to let Brit’s friend have the premium space, and made his way to the house.

When he walked in the front door, Alan found himself greeted by something he wasn’t expecting. There on the living room floor, Brit was completely naked, spread out, and lying under an equally naked Jake. Jake’s cock was buried inside his wife’s pussy, and Jake was thrusting into her with a force he could barely believe.

“Oh, God!” Brit cried in pleasure, unaware of her husband’s presence. “Yes, Jake, fuck me! Oh, fuck. Fuck me! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

“You like that?” Jake growled as he slammed into her, their bodies slapping together. “You like my cock in your slutty pussy?”

“Fuck, yes!” Brit screamed. “More! Oh, fuck! More!”

As Alan watched, Jake grabbed at his wife’s tits and pressed his lips against hers in a lewd kiss as he continued plowing into her pussy. Brit wrapped her arms around Jake, digging her nails into his back as she moaned into his mouth. Jake pulled his head back and let out a groan.

“Oh, fuck, you little slut,” he groaned. “I’m gonna come.”

“Yes! Do it!” Brit begged. “Come inside me. Flood my pussy! Breed me, Jake! Breed me!”

Alan watched on as Jake slammed down, plunging his hips against Brit’s one last time and groaning out, flooding her womb with his seed. Brit cried in pleasure, and her legs started shaking, a sure sign to Alan that she was experiencing her own orgasm.

As Jake and Brit began to come down from their orgasms, Brit noticed Alan standing there. A look of concern came over her face as she froze. Noticing her reaction, Jake turned his head and smiled at Alan.

“Hey, buddy,” Jake grinned.

For a few moments, Alan just stood there silently, his mind processing what he’d just witnessed.

“Honey,” Brit said, her voice shaking. “I can explain…”

“No,” Alan said, an unreadable look on his face. “I know what’s going on here.”

“You… you do?” She asked.

“Yeah,” Alan said. “You were trying to surprise me. You know how much I’ve always wanted kids, and you and Jake were trying to make that happen as a surprise.” A smile grew on his lips. “I mean, you’ve got to get filled up as often as possible to get pregnant, and Jake is a super nice guy. I just feel bad for interrupting you and spoiling the surprise.”

“That’s okay,” Jake said, grinning. “Of course, now that you know, I suppose there’s no harm in me trying to help Brit get knocked up anytime or anywhere I want. You know, for you?”

“Of course,” Alan smiled. “I mean, you two are only friends, and what are friends for?”