Marta - Sex Stories

Marta

... call?"

"LOL. Not this time. Need your help."

"OK."

When I got to her apartment, I expected to put IKEA furniture together. Instead, she was waiting for me, looking seriously.

"Ty, have you met Ryan, Bree's boyfriend?"

I knew Bree had started dating some guy, but I didn't know him, "No, never met him, why?'

She sighed, "He's an arrogant asshole and cheating on Bree. He found out that we were not a couple and immediately made a pass on me. Tonight, I'm going to expose him.

He's going to arrive in an hour. I call Bree before he gets here and put the phone on speaker. Then I let him talk, and if he makes his move, I'll send him away."

"Do you need me to protect you?"

"No, I can handle that prick myself. But you know how Bree hates cheaters, and this will break her heart. I need you to go to Bree and console her like she consoled you."

I got an uneasy feeling. How could I forget the night she 'put me back together.'

"What about Gwen or Michelle? Wouldn't it be better if they console Bree and I stay here?"

She walked towards me and kissed me, "That's very sweet of you. Gwen and Michelle will only cry with her. Due to my mistake, you have experienced how it feels to be cheated on and know how she feels. Therefore, I need you to be with her."

Marta's reasoning didn't make me worry less. How would Ryan react if he found out Marta had exposed him? Maybe, even more worrying, how would I feel after another evening with Bree? I was not sure if I ...

... was over our first night.

Marta took charge, "Off you go, Bree is waiting."

It took me fifteen minutes to go over to Bree's place. When she opened the door, I noticed she was nervous, like I was. With a weak smile, she let me in.

"Hi Ty, thanks for coming by. Marta already briefed me. You never met Ryan, have you? I can't believe that piece of shit is cheating on me."

We made some chitchat until Marta called us, "He's here, be ready."

For the next ten minutes, we heard the conversation on the phone speaker between Marta and Ryan. It was short and a bit of an anti-climax.

After the standard greetings, we heard, "Ryan, don't you think this would be unfair to Bree?"

Ryan responded, "Marta, this is between us. Bree doesn't need to know."

At that moment, Bree's anger took over, and she shouted through the phone, "Ryan, get out. Get out of our lives. We never want to see you again."

We could hear Ryan swearing at Marta and then leaving. When Marta picked up the phone, Bree was crying.

I asked Marta, "Are you okay? Do you want me to come over?" I was still worried about Marta.

"Nah, I'm fine, but you better take care of Bree now. We will talk tomorrow," and ended the connection.

Bree looked at me with her beautiful blue eyes filled with tears, "Ty, why can't I find a decent guy like you?" She kept crying.

I took her in my arms and comforted her. Suddenly, I felt the loss of my relationship with Marta and cried with her. Bree seemed to understand ...