My Boyfriend's Best Friend

By Jordan Riley

Hannah's boyfriend Matt has been best friends with the beautiful Izzy since high school. It never caused a problem, although she felt a little unease around her.

Everything changes when Hannah goes out with the girls to a strip joint, where she spies Izzy working the stage and then the crowd. Her curiosity unlocks something in her, taking her on a sexual journey that may be too much for her relationship with Matt to handle.

An explicit tale of unfaithfulness, sexual exploration, and wild sex.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jordan Riley
• Release date: Oct 31, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005019891

Jordan Riley

I write erotica, especially in the hotwife, cuckold, and cheating genres. The focus is on wives having sex with men who aren't their husbands, and usually without their approval either!

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Jordan Riley

My Boyfriend’s Best Friend

Copyright © 2022 by Jordan Riley

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Epilogue

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Chapter 1

Why do straight women go into strip clubs without their significant others? I’ve heard ‘raunch feminism’ thrown about. An ability to judge other women is mentioned. Terms like latent bisexuality or secret lesbian comes up.

Or in my case, pure curiosity at a raw display of sexual power and perhaps a desire for something else, something a little risque.

Not that I knew it at the time. I had only suggested it after a few bars while out with a few friends for Jess’s birthday, figuring I’d be able to tease my boyfriend about it afterwards. Instead I opened doors that I’d never be able to close.

‘Rum Runners’ matched my mental image of these fine establishments. Far too many hints or splashes of pink light, a main stage and a couple of secondary platforms for dancers. Larger tables for other performers, plenty of them roaming the floor to offer private dances. There was a VIP area behind a roped area and what looked to be private rooms as well, at least I assumed so when I saw one of the dancers guide a customer back there.

Shit, Hannah, we need to do this more often, Jess said to me, her booze-wafted words probably getting me drunk even as I tried to pace myself. Half-price drinks, ladies night on a Saturday.

It’s Friday.

Whatevs.

They probably want to get us drunk enough for an amateur try out, Cindy said, not quite slurring her words. Thank God for the city council.

The recent loosening of liquor restrictions at strip clubs had been lucrative for the local industry, I guess.

You should take Matt here, Jess said, leaning in conspiratorially as she did so. I’m totally taking Rob here some time. Get him in the mood.

I don’t think this is his scene. We’re a little more vanilla than…this, I said as I waved my hand around to indicate all of it.

Jess gave me an odd look before knocking back another one. You suggested it.

Oh oh, what about her? Bri said, pointing out yet another performer for trawling for a private dance. We just needed her out of the closet already. She’s definitely the one.

I looked over at her latest find, wavy brown hair falling to her pale shoulders. Her silver bikini matched her overly done eye make-up, silver sparkles on the lids of her deep brown eyes. I was a little jealous of how perfectly winged her eyeliner was, along with her model height and quite in-shape but still soft body on a thin, pale frame, a veritable goth amazon.

I spent too long considering how I’d stack up next to her. I was more blessed in cup size, sure, but she was probably 8 inches taller than me in those heels underneath her coltish legs. Maybe I’d catch interest just for being different, a dirty blonde with green eyes offering a private show alongside her, more curves in my frame. My eyes trailed down to her forearm, admiring the tattoo.

It was a large butterfly on her right forearm, half what you’d expect and half floral arrangement for each side of the creature. The ink work was intricate, highly detailed, and rather unique. And I’d seen it earlier this week. In my apartment.

It belonged to Isabella, Izzy for short. Matt’s best friend since before high school. Her eyes caught mine and I saw.

I knew. She knew.

Hannah? Earth to Hannah? Jess said as she snapped at me. Someone catch your eye?

When I looked back over, Izzy was gone.

We should go, I said, already gathering my things.

Aside from Bri, no one objected to finding the next venue as I was the resident organizer. We hit a few more bars and did some karaoke, but my mind was still back at Rum Runners the rest of the night.

Chapter 2

Matt! Fuck yes! Ungh! I came harder than I had in awhile as Matt thrust from on top of me even though it was our typical moveset with the usual race to orgasms.

I felt him about to come as well and I moved my hips to meet him.

Hannah! Oh fuck! As he came, I started to milk him for every drop I could and I was able to see him very nearly pass out.

We lay in a tangle of each other for a few minutes before he got back up on his elbows and moved to my side.

That was new, he said.

I just went with my instincts, I said, biting my lip as I considered mounting him again.

Something’s been up with you —

I’ll stop if you —

And I like it. He kissed me and rolled out of bed. Iz will be there soon, though. Should probably get ready.

Fine.

Don’t be that way. You two just need to give each other a chance.

Izzy and I had our moments, but that’s not quite the reason it was weird right now, Matt.

It has been just over a week now since our trip to Rum Runners and the accidental encounter with her…side hustle? Other job? I didn’t know as I actually hadn’t seen her since and Matt never mentioned anything. Nor did I, for that matter.

We were meeting for Saturday morning brunch and I half-expected her to cancel or, honestly, back out myself, but Matt checked his texts and we were a go. Maybe she hadn’t seen me?

I looked over and admired Matt’s nakedness, his tall, graceful body developed from years of high school and collegiate swimming. Something Izzy had done as well, now that I thought of it.

My eyes traced down to his now flaccid but still impressive cock, still covered in my cream. Certainly my largest, not that I’d had many. For some reason I wanted to lick myself off of him.

Like what you see? he asked with a smirk as he moved to the bathroom.

I was just thinking off whether to get the hash or the spicy benedict, I lied.

I heard the water turn on and decided to let him shower alone so that I could think about how a conversation with Izzy might go.

Brunch started off a bit awkward, and really just stayed there throughout. We’d always been a little territorial with Matt, the girlfriend and the best friend, and last week made it a million times weirder. Matt didn’t seem to realize that he was the fulcrum of conversation and all of Izzy and I’s interactions were through him. Or maybe he just enjoyed the attention. Maybe boys are just clueless.

As I watched the two of them, I thought back to their shared history together, one that stretched back way before me. I’d always wondered if there was a hint of something from Izzy’s direction. Not so much Matt’s, aside from the usual caveat that most men would sleep with any attractive female friend.

I’m going to hit the head. Be right back, he announced a little too loudly.

Thanks for the inform. I’m a better person for knowing.

I’ll give a report when I get back, let you know what color. I stuck a tongue out at him as he left while Izzy just eyed him. When he was out of earshot, she turned to face me. Guess it’s go time.

So…about last week.

I guess it was real.

Yeah, about last week.

Thank you.

I felt my face scrunch in confusion. For what?

Not telling anyone. Especially Matt.

Not my business. You do you. I don’t know why I kept talking. I think it’s kinda cool.

I was met by a raised eyebrow and an assessing look. Why’s that?

I…I don’t know. It just seems so…you make good money I bet. And it’s so risque, so taboo.

Things a little too vanilla in your life? Need a new job?

The brief lull in our conversation was broken by our shared laughter.

Seriously though Hannah, it’s kinda nice to talk to someone about this.

Yeah, no, anytime. And here’s where I just kept talking again. I don’t know why I asked it, at least on a conscious level. What days are you there?

She froze, but her look betrayed nothing. And then a touch of something in her eyes and at the edge of her smile. Mischief, perhaps.

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