[M4F] On your honeymoon, your husband discovers he’s too nervous to perform. His confident best man steps in to “help the couple out.” The bride is reluctant at first, but once it starts she can’t stop. The husband ends up spending his wedding night watching his wife being used

I’d been sprawled on the hotel bed in my room, still in the black suit, scrolling through photos of the wild wedding your family had thrown, when my phone buzzed. It was him—my oldest friend, the one I’d looked after for years while he was posted abroad, the one who’d begged me to fly in from London to be his best man.

His voice was tight, almost whispering, like he was scared someone would overhear.
“Bro, come to the suite. Now. I need you. It’s… it’s urgent. I can’t… I just can’t do it. Please.”
There was something arrogant in the way he said it, like he was ordering room service instead of asking his best friend to walk into the most insane situation imaginable. He hung up before I could even ask what the hell he meant.

My pulse kicked hard. I knew exactly what “can’t do it” meant on a wedding night. I’d seen the way you looked in that wedding dress—nervous, radiant, a little shy every time our eyes met during the pheras. And I’d seen the way he’d knocked back one too many whiskeys at the reception, bragging about finally “sealing the deal.”

I grabbed the spare keycard he’d slipped me earlier “just in case,” took the elevator to the honeymoon suite on the top floor, and walked down the quiet corridor. My shoes barely made a sound on the carpet. The balcony doors were open; I could hear faint city traffic far below and the low hum of the AC inside.

I stopped in front of the door. Took one slow breath. Then raised my fist and knocked—three firm, deliberate knocks that echoed louder than they should have.

*knock knock knock*