How I Found Out Best Friend was Porking my Bride

[torontocuck]

As faithful readers of mine know, Andrew was my closest friend, but he took advantage of our friendship to take almost everything from me: my friends, my job, my home, my dignity and my wife.

It wasn't always this way, as my friends were vast, and his were counted on one finger: me. My friends and my wife hated him and complained to me about his tagging along with us ever so often. They all warned me he was bad news, but I liked Andrew's companionship. Having him as my faithful and dependable friend was something I took comfort in.

Flash forward to a year later, and I'm on my knees wearing his previously-worn stained underwear, his worn-yesterday sweaty socks, his worn-for-a-year baseball cap and a white shirt with the word "WIMP" written in magic marker. Andrew's big, thick, meaty and smelly foot is in my face, slapping my back and forth. My wife is on his lap and whispering things in his ear, giggling at my expense. His right hand is on her ass, and his left is squeezing her breasts. He's smirking at me while my friends are leaving the apartment, telling him what a loser I am.

I guess I should have done something the day I realized my wife Laryssa was sleeping with him. It was about 6 months ago, and while Laryssa and I had our own place in the suburbs, Andrew and I were renting a place in the city, as it was closer to work. I got Andrew a job as my assistant at the office I worked at, and we stayed there during the weekdays, weekends I left to be with Laryssa and Andrew had the place to himself.

One night Andrew was on the phone with someone for almost the entire evening, and had told me he needed the apartment to himself, as his girlfriend was coming over. I was startled, as I didn't know he had one, but I was no cock-blocker either. I decided to head down to my home with Laryssa for the evening while Andrew got his rocks off, but as I passed his bedroom, I could hear him talking to whomever was on the other end.

"Don't worry, I got rid of him for the evening. We'll have the place to ourselves...who cares, even if he does come home, I'll sneak you out.".

I thought that was weird, but brushed it off. I came home but Laryssa was no where to be found. No worries, I had stuff to do anyways, and ended up staying there until about midnight. I called Laryssa as I was about to leave, but we had a bad connection. She answered the phone, but there was so much heavy breathing when she answered...it almost sounded like panting, moaning and laughter, I figured she must have been having a good time wherever she was. I left a note for her to text me when she got home and drove back to my apartment.

When I opened the door, the amount of female screaming was deafening, Andrew was fucking his girl so hard, the headboards were slamming against the wall, and the bed was creaking so much I was sure the bed was about to fall through the floor. I laughed, opened the fridge, grabbed a beer, sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. They still couldn't hear me, but their intensity slowed down a little. Lots of muffled chatter in the room behind me. I picked up the phone and decided to call my wife's cell again.

It rang.

So did the phone in the next room.

My wife's ringtone, a song she and Andrew had in common, was the same ringtone as the one ringing in the room behind me with Andrew.

Andrew started to laugh as my wife answered. "Hey baby," she said. "Where are you?".

I sat there, dumbfounded. What would I say? I hung up and my hands started to shake. I put down the beer and left the apartment in a hurry.

And all I could think about were Andrew's words before I left the apartment earlier that evening.

"Don't worry, I got rid of him for the evening. We'll have the place to ourselves..."

[SentientDog]

Factual or Fantasy? If that were real that would be pretty intense and something that I would take personal. Andrew would have an ass kicking coming his way.

[torontocuck]

Originally Posted by SentientDog

Factual or Fantasy? If that were real that would be pretty intense and something that I would take personal. Andrew would have an ass kicking coming his way.

Complete fantasy, its all fabricated.