My fiancée asked me to help her best friend heal after a painful breakup.

My fiancée, let’s call her Amaka, has been inseparable from her best friend, Chioma, since their primary school days in Cl@ss Two. They grew up like sisters, sharing everything childhood memories, living spaces, and even holidays across Nigeria and beyond. Their bond is deeper than friendship; it’s family.

Chioma met her boyfriend soon after Amaka and I got engaged. Amaka never liked him, but because he seemed to make Chioma happy, she held her peace. By 2022, however, this man turned into a lazy, irresponsible person. Chioma was working tirelessly at her job and managing their home in Lagos, while he contributed nothing, lounging around like a burden. Amaka was furious, and even I, who tried to stay neutral, could see he was dragging Chioma down. Yet, Chioma stayed, holding on to hope—a choice she would deeply regret.

About six weeks ago, Chioma’s world crashed. She caught him in bed with another woman, someone he had been seeing secretly since 2021. Heartbroken but resolute, she ended the relationship and threw him out. The betrayal left her shattered, but Amaka, her ever-loyal friend, stepped in to lift her spirits.

For the first two weeks, Chioma was a constant presence in our home in Ikeja. She was grieving, her heart heavy with pain. Amaka stayed by her side, listening and comforting her, and soon I joined in, offering what support I could. Chioma poured out her frustrations about her ex how he refused to find work after losing his job during the COVID-19 lockdown, how he never helped with chores, showed her no real affection, and was even terrible in bed. Amaka shook her head in disbelief; she knew he was bad, but not this terrible.

As the days p@ssed, Chioma began to find her spark again. She started staying over at our place almost every day, and we grew accustomed to her presence, like a sister in the house. I noticed her old lively spirit returning the Chioma who laughed easily and lit up a room. It warmed my heart.

One evening, during the third week, I prepared jollof rice and chicken for us. As Amaka and I cleared the plates, Chioma shared how much she admired our relationship. She said watching us gave her hope during her own dark times with her ex. Amaka and I exchanged a knowing smile, touched by her words.

A few days later, I overheard Amaka and Chioma talking in the guest room. Normally, I respect their privacy, but curiosity got the better of me. Amaka was saying how much better a partner I was compared to Chioma’s ex. Then Chioma confessed she found me very handsome and had quietly nursed a crush on me. My face grew hot with embarr@ssment I’ve always thought Chioma was stunning herself. I slipped back to the living room, lit an incense stick to calm my nerves, and pretended I hadn’t heard a thing.

That night, after Chioma left, Amaka brought up what Chioma had said. I acted surprised, playing it cool. Then Amaka shocked me she suggested I sleep with Chioma to help her regain her confidence. She believed it would help her friend heal. I agreed, my heart racing at the thought.

The next day, Amaka announced she’d be visiting her parents in Ogun State, leaving me and Chioma alone in the house. I could barely contain my excitement. That evening, Chioma came over as usual, and I made us a hearty meal of egusi soup and pounded yam. We sat in the living room afterward, talking about life. I moved closer, placed my arm around her, and gently told her I knew about her feelings for me. Her cheeks turned rosy, and it stirred something in me. I shared what Amaka had suggested, and I saw a spark of longing in Chioma’s eyes.

We locked eyes, then ki$$ed, the air thick with anticipation. I lifted her blouse, unhooked her bra, revealing her beautiful curves. We ki$$ed deeply as I caressed her, trailing kisses down her stomach to her thighs. I teased her gently, wanting her to feel cherished. She later shared that her ex rarely pleased her this way, dismissing her body. That only fueled my desire to make her feel special. I focused on her, and soon her moans filled the room as she reached a powerful climax.

After catching her breath, Chioma knelt before me, slowly undoing my trousers. Her touch was deliberate, attentive, and incredible. She admitted she used to rush with her ex to get it over with quickly. We ki$$ed again, and she whispered she’d wanted me for so long. She turned, guiding me inside her, and I moved slowly, letting her feel every moment. Her moans grew deeper as we found a rhythm. We switched positions she rode me with confidence, then I took her in missionary, gazing into her eyes. The intensity in her gaze, her tight warmth, and her soft moans pushed me to the edge. I pulled out, finishing on her chest, both of us breathless.

As we lay there, Chioma’s eyes welled up. She said her ex never made her feel so desired, always acting like intim@cy was a chore. I held her close as she cried softly into my shoulder, her pain raw but easing. We showered together afterward, which led to another round of intimacy before she left for her place.

The next morning, Amaka returned. I told her everything, and she thanked me with tears in her eyes. Seeing Chioma so broken had hurt her deeply, and she was overjoyed I helped restore her friend’s confidence. When we saw Chioma next, she was transformed her vibrant spirit was back, her face glowing with that post-intimacy radiance. Amaka and I beamed with pride.

Since then, I’ve been with Chioma a few more times, always with Amaka’s blessing. Now, Chioma says she’s ready to date again. We pray she finds a man who will cherish her for the incredible woman she is, someone who will make her shine as brightly as she deserves.