The best friend had hated you pretty openly from the start. Your girlfriend was devastated and finally arranged to get you two to hang out. “You’ll like each other once you just give it a chance,” she’d said.

Her best friend had spent the whole time being alternately sulky and snarky. Eventually you were at a bar and she just laid into you. You’d never be good enough for her friend, you’d always be a loser, and she should just fuck a real man and get you out of her system. You, meanwhile, were getting very hard. If she went on you just might cum right there without any physical stimulation.

“Oh my god! Are you fucking aroused by this?! What are you some sort of sick pervert?”

You just nodded meekly. She laughed uproariously. The BF browbeat you until you told her all about cuckolding and your fantasies. She thought that was just perfect. She agreed to “help” you. From that day on she took your girlfriend out every chance she got, saying she needed your girlfriend’s help finding Mr Right. Of course the friend was wearing your girlfriend’s defenses down; encouraging her to dress slutty, dance with guys, flirt juuust a little. The BF sent you gleeful updates. She was sure your girlfriend would cheat on you soon and leave you. You couldn’t wait.