I was on the other side of this situation 2 times.
The first time I was home from the army, hanging out in Atlanta to see my grandparents when I heard a girl I used to have a lot of chemistry with was also living there after college. I got her cell from her parents and called her up. She invited me to go out with her boyfriend. I was disappointed but I had nothing better to do so I went.
She was looking better than ever and he seemed pretty cool but it was obvious who was in charge. As the night went on she started doing the classic foot touch under the table. I ignored it thinking she had to be just screwing around. We all go back to her apartment and the guy says he's going to sleep because he has to be at work.
As soon as he's out the door we are at each other, we make it to the bedroom and I'm fucking her doggy style. He walks into the room and I felt horrible. I just stand up, rock hard and step to the side, she's trying to cover herself and he starts yelling at her while she says I'm sorry over and over.
They go out into the living room and I throw on some jeans.
I hear him start to lose his temper and she starts crying hysterically. I decide to go out there. I tell him "look I'm sorry, this is my fault, I seduced your Gf and I'm the asshole here but you can't hit her, this isn't getting resolved tonight, go home, I'll sleep on the couch and you two can sort it out tomorrow."
The guy actually leaves and we lock the door and go back to fucking.
Later she tells me all she wanted was for him to go so we could get back to it.
I leave feeling guilty since I think I ruined things but later I find out they're engaged. A c years after that I get a message from her on Facebook trying to reconnect. She's got 3 kids and looks fat as fuck. Double chin, the whole 9 yards of undeoderized fat. I didn't even reply.
The 2nd time I met 2 girls in Santa Monica during my friends bachelor party, a blonde and a brunette, the blonde was a little older and the brunette was 21. They kept saying "choose who you like" and I kept saying "I choose both" and would kiss them each. Later I started making out with the blonde in the back of the car on the way to a strip club and the brunette left pissed off.
That next morning I got a text from the brunette and the next thing I know I'm on my way to the valley. I get in and start fucking this girl within minutes
Afterwards we're laying there when I hear a door open and close. I look over and her eyes are wide open and scared. I look torwards the door and a guy walks in with a jack Daniels ball cap on. He yelled something like "that's just great!!!" And I could tell he was thinking of trying something but instead he slams the door and starts throwing things down in the other room. I'm just laying there and she says "you should probably get dressed".
She puts on a robe and walks out and they start arguing. As I'm getting dressed things are escalating.
I go out there and basically tell the guy I had no idea he existed and that he needs to calm down because he's going to have the cops called and they'll arrest his ass.
He starts talking to me and crying and I'm at a loss, I exit the situation saying "you two need to work things out in a calm manner, I can tell you both care for each other" and leave.
I go downstairs and some classically crazy cat lady that probably spies on everyone is asking what's going on, I start to tell her and she just pulls me into her apartment. She's got the longest fake eyelashes I've ever seen and I'm staying to make sure nothing to crazy happens upstairs plus she's serving me coffee.
I leave and I here from the brunette a week later, she wants to get together for coffee. I agree and when I get there she tells me her boyfriend is dead. Apparently he got up in the middle of the night saying he can't sleep and went for a drive in his mustang. The official story is that he feel asleep at the wheel and hit a telephone pole but the speed he was going was about 90mph or greater.
We go back to my place and fuck.
That one stuck with me and to this day bothers me. I know it was her fault but I can't just wash my hands of it either.
Anyway, if that happened to me I hope what I would do is say "both of you get the fuck out" and not say another word about it. If she said she had no place to go "not my problem".
The first time I was home from the army, hanging out in Atlanta to see my grandparents when I heard a girl I used to have a lot of chemistry with was also living there after college. I got her cell from her parents and called her up. She invited me to go out with her boyfriend. I was disappointed but I had nothing better to do so I went.
She was looking better than ever and he seemed pretty cool but it was obvious who was in charge. As the night went on she started doing the classic foot touch under the table. I ignored it thinking she had to be just screwing around. We all go back to her apartment and the guy says he's going to sleep because he has to be at work.
As soon as he's out the door we are at each other, we make it to the bedroom and I'm fucking her doggy style. He walks into the room and I felt horrible. I just stand up, rock hard and step to the side, she's trying to cover herself and he starts yelling at her while she says I'm sorry over and over.
They go out into the living room and I throw on some jeans.
I hear him start to lose his temper and she starts crying hysterically. I decide to go out there. I tell him "look I'm sorry, this is my fault, I seduced your Gf and I'm the asshole here but you can't hit her, this isn't getting resolved tonight, go home, I'll sleep on the couch and you two can sort it out tomorrow."
The guy actually leaves and we lock the door and go back to fucking.
Later she tells me all she wanted was for him to go so we could get back to it.
I leave feeling guilty since I think I ruined things but later I find out they're engaged. A c years after that I get a message from her on Facebook trying to reconnect. She's got 3 kids and looks fat as fuck. Double chin, the whole 9 yards of undeoderized fat. I didn't even reply.
The 2nd time I met 2 girls in Santa Monica during my friends bachelor party, a blonde and a brunette, the blonde was a little older and the brunette was 21. They kept saying "choose who you like" and I kept saying "I choose both" and would kiss them each. Later I started making out with the blonde in the back of the car on the way to a strip club and the brunette left pissed off.
That next morning I got a text from the brunette and the next thing I know I'm on my way to the valley. I get in and start fucking this girl within minutes
Afterwards we're laying there when I hear a door open and close. I look over and her eyes are wide open and scared. I look torwards the door and a guy walks in with a jack Daniels ball cap on. He yelled something like "that's just great!!!" And I could tell he was thinking of trying something but instead he slams the door and starts throwing things down in the other room. I'm just laying there and she says "you should probably get dressed".
She puts on a robe and walks out and they start arguing. As I'm getting dressed things are escalating.
I go out there and basically tell the guy I had no idea he existed and that he needs to calm down because he's going to have the cops called and they'll arrest his ass.
He starts talking to me and crying and I'm at a loss, I exit the situation saying "you two need to work things out in a calm manner, I can tell you both care for each other" and leave.
I go downstairs and some classically crazy cat lady that probably spies on everyone is asking what's going on, I start to tell her and she just pulls me into her apartment. She's got the longest fake eyelashes I've ever seen and I'm staying to make sure nothing to crazy happens upstairs plus she's serving me coffee.
I leave and I here from the brunette a week later, she wants to get together for coffee. I agree and when I get there she tells me her boyfriend is dead. Apparently he got up in the middle of the night saying he can't sleep and went for a drive in his mustang. The official story is that he feel asleep at the wheel and hit a telephone pole but the speed he was going was about 90mph or greater.
We go back to my place and fuck.
That one stuck with me and to this day bothers me. I know it was her fault but I can't just wash my hands of it either.
Anyway, if that happened to me I hope what I would do is say "both of you get the fuck out" and not say another word about it. If she said she had no place to go "not my problem".