My Brother’s Best Friend’s Girlfriend (M/F)

[Enceladus]

This is a true story that occurred one night a couple of years ago. The backstory was that during the year previous to the event I regularly ran into my brother’s best friend’s beautiful girlfriend. Birthday parties, Christmas and New Years, social events, all the time in fact as we were both in the same circle of friends. Even worse, not only was she lovely, intelligent and funny, we really hit off each time our orbits intersected. Sometimes we snatched a ten-minute chat between the interruptions of well-meaning and oblivious friends, sometimes it was only two; but to me each second was golden. It was obvious from our connection that she was interested in me, but also in her resistance to my subtle overtures that she was very loyal to her boyfriend, so much so that her girlfriends always said Claudia (for that was her name) would never leave him unless he left her first. Yes, I did my research.

With no sign of any change in sight I just had to get used to the Merry-Go-Round and looked forward to our next brief meeting with no expectations. It was without any real hope then that I arranged a small dinner party for my brother’s birthday at my flat, inviting his girlfriend, his best friend and yes… his best friend’s girlfriend.

I was in the kitchen, making sure the elements of the meal I had prepared were all timed right, when the doorbell rang. It was a Friday night; everyone had come straight from work so I was expecting everyone to arrive separately at different times. What I didn’t expect was Claudia an hour early! I had never seen her arrive unaccompanied before, yet here she was standing in my doorway wearing the tightest, shortest, whitest dress I had ever seen her in. Seen anyone in! She took my confusion for annoyance at her unscheduled arrival.

“I’m sorry I’m so early but I had no-where to go after work. I can go back and sit in my car..?” she said, looking worried at me.
I gathered my wits together.

“Don’t be silly, I’m only put out by your….my dishevelled appearance.” I said I pulling the Sponge Bob tea towel out of my belt where I had stuffed it as a makeshift apron while cooking.

“Come in, come in” I said. She wafted past me leaving a wonderful scent in her wake, her silver earrings flashing in her swaying hair. I took a quick look outside; I was half certain I’d see her boyfriend there waiting to be let in. But the hallway was empty.
I found her in the kitchen, bending over a saucepan holding up the lid. I couldn’t help but notice her tan extended all the way up her legs….

“This smells nice,” she said, inhaling.

(“Almost as good as you!”) I almost said. Why was I so flustered? Normally I was relaxed with Claudia. Funny, witty. Not saying stupid things like ‘duh, you smell good!’

It’s just the dress I told myself. And the realisation of at least an hour alone-time with her; more time than all the accumulated time we had spent together in the past.

“Hopefully it will taste as good,” was all I managed in the end. It was time to change the subject, my kitchen comedy was exhausted. “Can I get you a drink?”

“Oh, I left a bottle of wine in my car. I’ll go and get it.” she said.

“No, no. We can get it later.” There was no way I was going to lose a precious five minutes of her.

“Come into the living room. White wine right?”

“Right on the money,” she said sitting on my sofa, crossing her legs and moving some books to one side. I had planned to tidy up a bit more before everyone arrived. Luckily it wasn’t too much of a tip. I went to the kitchen to open a bottle from the fridge and poured her a glass. Feeling more relaxed I went back to the living room and found her examining my ... handcuffs. She looked up at me.

“I didn’t know you were a policeman. Job on the side?” She spoke with her usual dry wit, but her face was a bit flushed.

“Er…no. (think fast)... guard…Security Guard actually. That was a complete lie, but policeman was too far a stretch. The words came out too fast, I was just shy of babbling. Why hadn’t I put those away?! They’d only arrived the day before. They had still been in their torn packaging. I was thinking 'please don't ask any more questions, please don't ask to see my uniform!'

But she was only interested in what she had in her hands. She turned them over. She tried opening the cuff mechanism but they were double locked in position, the same as when they had arrived.

“Do you have the key?” she asked.

“Sure,” I answered, looking her in the eye (more green than brown I noticed). This was getting interesting.

I handed her the glass of wine and she took it, keeping hold of the cuffs in her left hand. She sipped.

“They’re heavy,” she said weighing them in her palm. “Are they hard to get out of?”

“They….” I started to say as the doorbell rang. She suddenly looked panicked. I stood up, took the handcuffs from her and stuffed them in the back pocket of my jeans. I went to the door and welcomed my brother, his girlfriend and yes, his best friend who had all arrived at the same time.

“Claudia is in the living room,” I said as I accepted the bottles of wine they had brought. That was a close shave I thought, as I prepared new drinks. If they had arrived five minutes later, how would they have found us? Where was that going? Remembering, I took out the cuffs and hid them at the back of the cutlery drawer. Checking myself, I took them out again, wrapped them in Sponge Bob’s tea towel and hid them better at the back of a cupboard. I wasn’t going to get caught out twice in one night.

I went to the living room, carrying a tray of drinks and handed them out. As we talked, I noticed Claudia was very quiet, not her usual sociable self. Even worse she avoided my eye. What a shame I thought; my carelessness had ruined the friendship that we at least shared. For all my declarations that I was indeed a Security Guard, to her I was probably just some kinky weirdo. Instead of handcuffs she may as well have found a blow-up doll under the coffee table.

I went to the kitchen to check on the meal and called everyone in when it was plated up. Claudia seemed to have recovered from her recent reticence, buoyed up by the general high spirits.

It was a good meal and everyone had a good time I was pretty sure. We had dessert, a long chat in the living room, and then it was time for everyone to go home. Saying goodbye to everyone I was pleased to think the evening had ended fully healed from the awkward trauma of the beginning. Even Claudia was relaxed as we kissed each other’s cheek and said our goodbyes. I closed the doors and went to clean up. I was stacking the dishwasher when the doorbell rang again. It was my brother, I reasoned, who had come back for his bottle of red. I picked up the half empty Shiraz, went to the door, and opened it. For the second time that night it was Claudia standing there. Alone. Again.

“I left my purse,” she said, walking straight past me, not waiting to be invited in. I followed her into the living room, a little confused. She reached down next to the sofa she had been sitting in earlier, retrieved her purse from under the coffee table, but then inexplicably sat down. She picked up her half empty glass of wine that I hadn’t cleaned up yet, probably warm by now, and started sipping it nervously.

“Have you arrested someone yet?” she blurted out. Realising it was out of context she corrected. “As a security guard. That's what you said you were.”

“No…not yet,” I replied.”

“But you know how to.”

“Sure. We're taught how to. It's not just sitting around watching cardboard boxes,” I said. That made her laugh, breaking some of the permafrost in the room.

“Do you want me to show you?” I asked. I was taking a big risk.

“No, but…” those two words I really didn’t’ want to hear were drowned out by a loud ding from her purse that made us both jump. She took out her mobile phone and a worried expression crossed her face.

“It’s my boyfriend. He wants to know where I am. I have to answer him,” she said. She didn’t look like she wanted to.
Suddenly she held her phone out to me.

“Take it. If you arrest me, I can’t answer it can I?”

“No,” I said thinking quickly. “You can’t”

“I have to do whatever you say, right?”

“Yes.” My throat was dry. “Wait here,” I said, taking the offered phone. I went to the kitchen and retrieved my handcuffs, then went to my bedroom where I was sure I had left the key.

Claudine hadn’t moved, apart from putting her glass on the table. She was watching the handcuffs I held. Like a mouse watching a cat, I thought.
“I’m going to arrest you now,” I said. She nodded.

“I can either cuff her hands in front of you or behind,” I said. I didn’t want to freak her out. This was her first time.

“What’s more secure?” she asked.

“Behind.”

“Then do that.”

I walked over and taking her by her arm gently raised her from the sofa. I lead her to a bare section of the living room wall.

“Put your hands on the wall please,” I said. In the kitchen her phone chimed again.

She turned around.

“I can’t. I must see what it says,” She had a pleading look on her face.

“Hands on the wall,” I commanded, and I gently but firmly guided her hands to the right place, palms against the wall.

I didn’t have much time; I figured I would be sunk with a third 'ding’. Reluctantly I gave her tight body only a cursory frisk and search. No concealed weapons I thought to myself, concealing a laugh. As if you could hide a gun or knife in that dress.

I guided her right hand behind her back. She tensed but allowed it. I cuffed her wrist and then brought her left to join the first and cuffed that too. Remembering my weekend ‘training’ I tightened the handcuffs and double locked them with the key.

“Tight,” she muttered, twisting her wrists as much as she could.

“You wanted it done properly,” I said. I was torn wanting to watch her fingers explore her restraints as well as her facial expressions, but I couldn't have both.

“I can't get out,” she said. The statement seemed to puzzle and amaze her. It looked like she had never been in a predicament like this before.
I had to ask.

“Ever been cuffed before? She was trying unsuccessfully to slide her hands over her bottom to get her hands in front of her.
“No,” she grunted.

“Ever been tied up before?

That made her look up.

“No. Are you going to do that too?”

“It depends...” I said, leaving it vague. I wasn't sure my luck would run that far.

I took her arm and guided her to the sofa, gently sitting her down.

Her phone chimed again, buzzing on the coffee table. I picked it up.

“Don't,” she said imploringly, eyes wide. She looked so beautiful there. With her hands behind her back her breasts were accentuated under the silky fabric of her tight white dress.

“I have to check. Knowing him, he might call the police. What's your phone swipe code to unlock it?”
Reluctantly she told me and I read her messages. Her boyfriend was getting increasingly agitated, wondering where she was. I started typing in a reply.

“What are you writing?” She was getting frustrated. From the movement of her shoulders I could tell she was fighting the handcuffs behind her.

“The truth. You drove home but then reaslised you left your purse at my place. You're just getting it now. Do you normally end with a heart emoji or something? Or a kiss?”

“Two 'xx's” she replied. She looked like she couldn't believe she was doing this.

I finished and set her phone back on the table.

“So what now. What, I'm your captive??” She twisted her hands to one side of her body to make her point, showing off her cuffed wrists.

“Yes,” I replied.

“For how long, all night?!” I couldn't tell if there was fear or excitement in her voice. Probably both.

“Yes,” I was thinking how I could tie her up. Tape or rope? I had some electrical tape handy in the laundry. Rope was further away in the boot of my car.

“My hands are hurting.”

“Stop struggling,” I replied.

“Can you loosen these? She held her cuffed wrists to one side of her body again.

“What will I get if I do that?” I said.

“What do you want?” A suspicious look came over her face.

“To kiss you,” I replied.

She looked surprised. She was expecting a lot more.

“Just a kiss?”

“Yes”

“OK,” She was blushing now.

Everything seemed to go into slow motion. She closed her eyes, leaned forward and parted her lips slightly. I hesitated for a second, trying to remember this scene forever. Claudia sitting on my sofa, her wrists cuffed behind her back, leaning towards me for a kiss.

We kissed for maybe ten minutes? Maybe it was five. It was like a dam had broken for Claudia and she kissed passionately. It seemed her frustration at not being able to touch me boiled over in her mouth.

We broke apart, breathing heavily. I couldn't tell if I was giddy from excitement or lack of oxygen. I reached into my pocket for the key to loosen the cuffs.

“No, leave them,” she said, leaning forward again. She wanted more.

A bell rang. We both looked at her phone but it wasn't that, it was my front door!

“Shit!” she whispered hoarsely. “It's him! Quickly. Uncuff me!”

We stood up together, Claudia spinning around. I fumbled for the cuff keyholes and for the second time that evening stuffed my handcuffs in my back pocket. She was about to race to the front door but I grabbed her arm.

“Your face is all messed up, the rest of you too. Go to the bathroom and fix yourself up. Compose yourself too,” I said quickly.
She nodded and vanished. I put on an innocent expression on my face and went to open the door. Sure enough it was her boyfriend. Before he could say anything, suspicious or otherwise, I said:

“Come in. She left her purse. It had been kicked under the coffee table. She just asked to use the facilities before she left.”

“Ah, ok then. I was wondering what happened to her. She didn't answer my early texts.”

We both heard a flush in the bathroom (clever girl, I thought) and Claudia came out looking none the worse for wear.

“Sorry sweetheart. Forgot my purse. Now we have to go, we're keeping our host from his bed,” she said, all composed. Her boyfriend let himself be steered to my front door.

They waved as they left. The boyfriend looked a bit bewildered, which was handy as I couldn't help but notice the very slight red circles on Claudia's wrists. Cuff marks. If she had driven him home with her hands on the wheel the game would've been up, but as they both had their own cars she was safe. The marks would fade by morning but I'm guessing the memory would linger a lot longer.

They got married six months later and while I still ran into Claudia at parties things were different between us; that potential energy, that spark, was no longer there. I did gain one thing though from the experience; seeing her 'secret smile' when every she saw me in the future. It only lasted a few seconds each time but we both knew what it meant.

[JohnnyRockets]

Great story!

[Enceladus]

Thanks. It was fun reliving it again as I put it down.

[rtbw]

I bet you wonder what would have happened if he never came back and good thing it didn't get too far when he did. I enjoyed reading this

[Bigballgag1]

This was an enjoyable read, thanks for sharing!

[Dpsiic]

lucky escape, but a great story

[Viktor]

I bet you wonder what would have happened if he never came back and good thing it didn't get too far when he did. I enjoyed reading this

Yeah! Exactly what I had in mind!

Great story, I loved it!

[Suzi Q]

First of all a great post, thank you for sharing. It's too bad you didn't have a chance to go further.

This part, "We kissed for maybe ten minutes? Maybe it was five. It was like a dam had broken for Claudia and she kissed passionately. It seemed her frustration at not being able to touch me boiled over in her mouth." rings very true. I've been there tied up by someone you know and them kissing you. My most erotic kisses have been with someone who'd tied me and I shouldn't be kissing. Honestly, it's a double whammy! Tied up and then someone kissing you who shouldn't. I've had a couple times where something similar happened. One was interrupted by my husband, one was not...Both times I ended up having GREAT Sex!

[laz]

thanks for sharing

[Enceladus]

Thanks for the feedback everyone. Yes I've often wondered what would've happened if the boyfriend didn't show. But in a way I prefer the 'what if'; it's certainly led to a powerful memory of the occasion. The frisson of us both almost getting caught helped too!

[Canuck100]

Great story! “What if”’s are fun to imagine , more fuel for fantasies…

Thanks for sharing

[Flyingvulture]

Fantastic experience a very brief highlight in life.

Sad that it was brief.

[Enceladus]

Thanks!

[Boundguy800]

Great story thanks for sharing.

[charliesmith]

Great story! Thanks for sharing

[Enceladus]

You're all welcome. Glad you enjoyed it.

[Snidely]

Great story! The sense of tension and excitement had me on edge.

S

[ZiptieFriend]

That was a great read

[MrHarrison56]

Awesome story bro