PK's Betrayal
by Terrence1972
Ellery P.K. There I stood in the kitchen, my refrigerator wide open, staring at nothing enticing. I yell towards the bedroom to my girlfriend, “Baby you want to order some Chinese?” She replied, “Are you sure?” You see, we rarely had dinner at home on a Friday, seeing that I would normally attend some type of after work set, where I would devour hot wings, chips and dips, and other appetizers before going to a party. Since my college days, I was always known to be a great dancer, and although I’m getting older, I still feel the need to share my gift of dancing with the public. Hakim, who happens to be my best friend, named me the “Party King” back in college. Man, I could dance with the best of them. So that’s the reason she asked the question. I quickly responded, “Yes”, and she then said, “I’ll go, since you’re already undressed.” I walked in the bedroom, handed her a twenty-dollar bill, and asked if she could grab a six-pack of Red Stripes on the way home. I laid across the bed as she grabbed her keys and headed out the door. Here I am ten minutes later thinking about this woman I want to marry. . I’m imagining the lifestyle that we would have. Reflecting back, over the years, at the many relationships and flings that I had. Ellery Page 2Thinking back to the days in the dorm room, when Hakim and I would nail chicks just for the sake of it. Between the both of us, we may have slept with an entire sorority. However, all of that is now irrelevant. I have found the woman I want to marry. We’ve been dating for the last six years, and I’m proud to say that I’ve been faithful for the latter two. Well, except for that little incident at my birthday party, but hell she was right there as well... So you can say that I have been a pretty decent boyfriend. I still can’t believe that me, the “Party King” is staying in on a Friday night. What can I say? I’m in love. Let me send her a text message to let her know I love her while I’m waiting. Thirty seconds after sending the text, I hear a familiar sound. It’s some crazy **** that she downloaded that yells my name when she receives text messages from my number, but why am I hearing it? Oh snap, she left her phone. Her phone. Her phone. Hmmm! Here I am contemplating on whether or not to pick up her phone. This is the woman I want to marry, surely I trust her. Hakim would always tell me not to trust this woman. He said he didn’t believe she was the marrying type. Should I get marriage advise from a guy that is single? Ellery Page 3Then again, from the past experiences we shared, I think he knows a lot about women. Hakims a pretty decent guy, and considering the fact that we attended the same grade school, high school and college, I think we know each other pretty well. Why wouldn’t he want me to marry her? I thought the two of them got along, considering the fact that, just last year, they planned the biggest surprise birthday party I ever had without me even knowing. That birthday party; talk about secret communication. There we were, Hakim and I, leaving the all night car wash on a Friday night. My birthday would be the following Wednesday, so that played a major part in the surprise. He had plans to be out of state the weekend after my birthday and suggested that we have a couple of shots before heading back in. It never dawned on me that we bypassed several bars to go to Ricky’s Pub in downtown Milwaukee. Ricky was a good friend of mine, but his bar wasn’t exactly my type of club. Like I said before, I love to dance, and Ricky’s Pub was more of a social hangout. So we enter the bar, and it’s like the entire joint was empty. I head straight to the restroom to relieve my self of the beer that’s been roaming around my bladder for the past hour. When I came out, I damned near pissed again. Ellery Page 4There were all my college buddies; a few close friends, as well my girlfriend. Her and Hakim were all smiles. “SURPRISE!” they yelled. We exchanged pleasantries and started drinking and socializing. It wasn’t even an hour into the party that two very attractive looking women walked up to me and said, “Is this the birthday boy?” I looked around for Hakim, and when I spotted him, he just winked. The ladies led me to this small stage in the middle of the pub. They sat me in a chair and began their show. I felt a little nervous being half dressed in front of this room full of people. They had me down to my boxers and ankle socks. Just when it seemed that their little show was over, here comes Hakim and my girlfriend, they both have this devious smirk on their faces. They reach for my hand, and I’m thinking they’re helping me off the floor, but they both put condoms in my hands. I’m thinking, “what the ****?” as the two ladies came behind me, and blind folded me. Then I was guided to another room. It was rather silent. They stretched me out on this blanket, relieved me of my boxers and began taking turns sucking me like it was the last popsicle in the box. Then the thinner one of the two straddled me, and rode me like one of those mechanical bulls. Ellery Page 5I swear what may have lasted twenty minutes seemed like three hours. I have done a lot of kinky **** in my days but this blind folded threesome took the cake. After releasing the last of my manly fluids, they removed the blindfold, only to see my girlfriend and Hakim staring at me. They both chuckled and went back out front, and said they’d meet me after I got dressed. It’s funny how that night has never come up again. Anyway, back to the phone. Should I or shouldn’t I? Now they say that curiosity killed the cat, so I’m about to commit suicide. There I am rambling thru the phone. I’m seeing numbers I recognize and some that I didn’t. Oh wow, I see her friend Gina’s number. Hmmm! I always wanted to hit that, but they’re pretty good friends so I will leave that alone. Now I get to the letter H, and I see Hakims number. Why do she have his number? Oh, the birthday party, right? I immediately start to feel guilty. I shouldn’t be doing this. The hell with what Hakim says, I love this woman. As I prepare to put the phone back to its original location, she gets an incoming text message. Is this a sign from God? It says it’s a picture text with the title, “You’re making this hard.” and it’s from Hakim. Why is he sending text messages to my woman? Ellery Page 6I’m guessing he thinks that she’s going to ruin our friendship or something. What did he mean by hard? So Mr. Curiosity had to see what was to this picture message. Now grab your seats; once I clicked download the picture, there it was, in the flesh, a picture of Hakims cock. You’re probably wondering how did I recognize it, right? Well I mentioned before that we attended the same college. Well during our freshman year, a few of the guys in the dorm had some crazy ****, five-dollars-a-man, dick-measuring contest. Lets just say that my old roommate won by a landslide, so it’s kind of easy to remember it. So here I am staring at my best friends cock, in the cell phone of the woman I’m supposed to marry. Should I respond to the text? Do I confront them? How can I call off a wedding that was never planned? Hakim warned me. Was he being a friend? I guess I’m stuck between a rock and hard cock. Get it? Oh well, she’s coming in the door now, I guess I can put this off until later, but do know that revenge is sweeter when its served cold.
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