I Fucked Friend's Fiancee for Being Late to the Ceremony

As I stood in the back of the church, watching my best friend exchange vows with another man, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with desire for him. His fiancée's hand rested gently on his chest, her fingers tangled in his hair, and I ached to be the one to touch him like that. When she leaned in for their first kiss, I couldn't bear to see them so close, yet so out of reach.As the ceremony ended and the crowd filed out, I approached my friend, overcome with emotion. He was beaming with happiness, oblivious to the storm brewing inside me. I couldn't bring myself to congratulate him, instead I whispered,"I need your help with something." Later, as we found ourselves alone in a hotel room, the tension between us reached a boiling point. He was mine and I was his.