I Hacked My Friend’s Girlfriend and Got the Best Blowjob in Exchange for Keeping Her Secrets

In my third year of university, I discovered my hacking skills. I started cloning SIMs and hacking social media accounts of girls I met on Tinder as a way of protecting myself from falling for the wrong person. One day, my lifelong friend asked me to hack his girlfriend since he was saving up for an engagement ring and wanted to make sure she was faithful. I agreed, and soon had access to all her social media accounts. I found out she was cheating on him with several guys from the gym and also with some girls.
With proof in hand, I showed it to my friend a week later. He cried and thanked me for helping him avoid a huge mistake. However, three days later, his girlfriend showed up at my house, furious and in gym clothes. She confronted me and played a voice note from my friend, revealing that it was all my idea. I felt betrayed, but I finally confessed everything. Surprisingly, she opened up and told me how my friend had also cheated on her.
We struck a deal: she wouldn’t report me if I hacked my friend. Reluctantly, I agreed, and a week later, I had all the information. She came over to review it, and after smoking weed and drinking beer, we started going through everything. The conversations and videos I found were turning me on, and I couldn’t hide it. She noticed and began to provoke me, revealing that she had been masturbating in my kitchen.
We were in my room, watching the conversations and videos I’d hacked. She bit her lip, clearly affected by what she saw. “Did you like what you saw?” she asked, her eyes full of desire. I looked at her, surprised by her boldness. “Yeah, I liked how you blew the guy at the gym,” I replied, my voice thick with tension. She moved closer, draping her legs over me, and whispered, “Then you’ll like this even more.”
She asked to smoke again, and I pointed her to where I kept the weed, in the kitchen. After a few minutes, I went to check on her. I found her in the kitchen, furiously masturbating. I watched in silence and then returned to the room. Five minutes later, she came back with two beers and the weed, claiming she’d been in the bathroom. At that point, I was incredibly turned on by her. We continued watching the hacked content, and she shared more stories. She asked how much I had seen of her, and I confessed I’d seen everything. She looked embarrassed but then smiled mischievously.
“Why didn’t you take advantage of that?” she asked. “Take advantage how and why?” I replied. “You could’ve blackmailed me for money or sex,” she said, biting her lower lip. I laughed and told her I preferred to win people over with my personality. She draped her legs over me again, and we continued watching.
The conversations and videos were turning me on more and more. She started telling me how she ended up blowing the guy at the gym, and it got me so hard I tried to hide it by standing up, but she noticed. “Don’t be shy, it’s okay,” she said, rubbing my pants with her feet. “I wasn’t in the bathroom, I was masturbating in your kitchen because I got turned on before you,” she confessed. I feigned surprise and replied playfully, “No wonder you took so long.”
She kept rubbing my erection with her feet until she stood up, turned around, and pulled her leggings down to her knees, bending over the bed. “This is how I was in your kitchen,” she said suggestively. I got up and asked why she was doing this, if it was revenge. “No, I’ve always wanted to blow you, not the gym guy. You never noticed me no matter how hard I tried,” she admitted. By then, neither of us was thinking about my friend/her boyfriend.
I pulled my pants down and told her I’d love that. She crawled towards me like a cat and started blowing me eagerly. After two minutes, she asked me to play the video I liked, and she replicated every move. I gave in to the pleasure, and after a few minutes, I came in her mouth. She swallowed every drop, giving me the best blowjob I’d ever had.
Just as she started undressing, my friend called, saying he wanted to talk to me. She dressed quickly and left. When my friend arrived, he apologized for asking me to do that and asked me to delete everything, though he never mentioned blaming me.
Two days later, she called me and said she loved our time together and owed me another blowjob. That thrilled me because I hadn’t felt that kind of connection in a long time. I deleted everything and focused on my studies. A month later, she brought a friend who paid me $500 to hack her husband. I did it, and two months later, she and my friend got engaged and married six months later.
Nothing else happened between us, but now I’m closer to her than to my friend. After what happened, he distanced himself from me, while she kept bringing me clients until we developed a business together, without my friend knowing. This week alone, she’s brought me three clients, and we split the profits.
any advice? …